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It’s a common misconception that Cupids make two people fall in love by striking each with an arrow. In truth, love is something far too uncontrollable for even gods to trifle with. Each and every story of happily ever after came about solely through feelings innate and developed by the individuals involved, with divine intervention only being used to bring a pair together for the first time. Sometimes literal, like the lovely mare who spotted a handsome buck across the coffee shop last week. Other times metaphorical, like the sweet fox who looked over at the charming cat he had been friends with for years and suddenly realized why he hadn’t let himself date anyone since they met. The arrows of legend are real, but they are not arrows of love. Such a thing could never exist. Instead, they are arrows of courage. They allow the normally shy mare to stand, march over to the buck, and hand him her number with a saunter and smoothness to her voice that guaranteed he would never be able to get his mind off of her. They allow the fox to look into the cat’s eyes for a moment longer before leaning in for a kiss that sets both of their hearts alight for the rest of their lives. That is what Cupids do. One arrow in the right person at the right time and a sprout of love blooms.

How do I know the right time? What a great question with an unfortunate lack of an answer. Long story short, I watch. All Cupids do. Love is not something any of us are destined to personally experience, so through the centuries we have all developed the sense to know when someone needs a boost of courage. Once in a great while, we may even feel a pull towards a person some distance away: a sign that the window of opportunity for true love is about to close. Great personal satisfaction results from a proper union coming from our intervention, so we spend our lives watching. Being a truly imperceivable wallflower can be lonely at times, but watching the first dance of pleasure after a job well done makes it all worth it. I spend most of my time in a lovely coffee shop just off main street. Plenty of new people come in every day, but I find it far more satisfying when a face I’ve known for years finally has the gleam I’ve come to recognize means I should follow them. Sure, it happens less often, but it is vastly more fulfilling. And today it seems, will be Hudson’s time at long last.

I’d call the poor boy a hopeless romantic, but he seems to have no trouble finding love. Just, only the kind of love that lasts but a night. I’ve seen plenty of the young lion’s escapades to know almost everything about him. He’s 22, slowly working his way through community college with a job as an extremely amorous bartender at a local gay club. His fur is always soft and smells of milk and honey, which is of great help when his golden mane and amber eyes go out searching for love for the night. His body, always shown off by his rather revealing taste in clothing, was as well cared for as his fur: gentle sloping muscles and soft curves gave him an alluring form very few were immune to. I’d watched him break the hearts of dozens who weren’t his type, but he would fall into a trance in the presence of someone who was.

Hudson orders his coffee to-go around 11am as he does every lazy Saturday morning, but the gleam remained without any notable interactions inside the shop. I left, taking in the cool morning air before joining Hudson in his car and watching as he selected a familiar face to navigate to. Andrew was Hudson’s only relationship I knew to last more than a night. He was the epitome of Hudson’s type: Strong, older, and sweet. Perhaps now will be the time it will finally last forever, but I simply can’t shake the feeling that Hudson’s nerves are for something I don’t yet understand. The gleam is there. That much is certain, but the kind of anxiety and nerves that well up in him as he drives are not the kind I am used to seeing. The tension in the air builds as we near Andrew’s house, and as we park on the street I recognize the glittering in the gleam that tells me it is time for Hudson’s dose of courage. Though not exactly an impressive shot considering I’m in the back seat of his car, I nock my arrow and hit my target. Hudson’s eyes perk and he lets out a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly before –

A pull? NOW? I swear the universe knows how much I like to see my arrows through and does its darndest to make sure I cannot! Disheartened as I am, my body still moves on its own, flying out of Hudson’s car and into the air. A pull can never be delayed, and I have learned to close my eyes and allow the pull itself to guide me. It has been nearly two years since the last pull, but they are always beautiful to watch. Perfect storybook moments where someone arrives at the airport just in time to grab hold of their partner’s fluttering jacket just before they board the plane to leave forever. And anyway, it isn’t like I haven’t seen Hudson and Andrew carnally intertwined several times before. My spirits lift just as I finally feel the pull turning into a gentle ripple: a sign that I have made it close in plenty of time. I open my eyes in front of a lovely suburban home and waltz inside with a confused expression on my face. Rarely do I find myself in locations such as this. Most love here has already been found, and this house seems to be no different. Pictures adorn the walls and depict what looks to be a happy family with a young son. Only as I drift through the halls do I finally catch a glimpse of a small urn sitting on the mantle. How bittersweet it is to know that someone here lost one love, but will soon find another.

The tranquil pull guides me up the stairs, where I finally find who appears to be the sole occupant of the home. Though clearly the lion in the family photographs, it seems he has aged over a decade since they were taken. Not aged poorly, mind you, but it is clear that the years without his wife have taken a toll on him. He sits in front of a computer, the gleam of love that will soon need courage shining through his slightly salt and peppered mane. I make my way around, his distinguished and well-toned body with just a bit of a belly coming into view as I muse about who his love might be. Perhaps he is ordering a pizza from the same family shop for the fourth time this week, knowing the only one available to deliver in the morning is the lovely lioness who bakes every pie herself. Maybe he is looking up tips on gardening to finally talk to the sweet doe who lives next door. Or it could be he is –

-looking at… gay porn? Fair enough I suppose. Plenty of people swing both ways, so perhaps this lion will soon explore another side of himself. A side that seems to bring him great guilt if the expression on his muzzle is anything to go by. That part has never made sense to me. Sure, I understand hiding who you are when it can be dangerous for the truth to come out, but wearing a look of shame over it in the privacy of your own home? It seems being disconnected from these people means there are some problems they have I will simply never understand. Speaking of things I don’t understand, stepson porn? Maybe that’s why he has guilt plastered all over his face. I get that everyone has a type and all, but what about that relationship does it for them? Certainly seems to do it for… hmm… I still don’t know his name…

I left the room. Masturbation doesn’t exactly do it for me, and I would like to know what to call him before I watch him fall in love again. I did remember seeing a degree on the wall downstairs for… Thomas. Well Thomas, it seems today is your lucky day. Just as I turn to rejoin him upstairs, the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of somewhat panicked shuffling, Thomas descends the stairs in a pair of shorts, his gleam still not quite ready for a jolt of courage. Of course I could simply fly outside and check who it is, but I find it far more enthralling to experience the reveal from the perspective of one of the lovers. Thomas bends down slightly, adjusting his mane in a nearby mirror for a moment before stepping back and opening the door. My mind races with thoughts of who will be on the other side, as it is almost certainly the one he will spend the rest of his life with. Standing in the door is… Hudson? I suppose Thomas does fit Hudson’s taste in men rather well from what I’ve seen so far, but never had I seen Hudson even talking to Thomas, much less anything more…

“Son? What a nice surprise! I was just… enjoying my weeken-“

Before I have any time to react to the revelation, Hudson darts in for a kiss. He stands on the tips of his toes, using his paws to tilt Thomas’s head down and bring his muzzle into reach. Hudson’s gleam is gone. Either he already used the courage I gave him, or this is it. The taboo of it all freezes me in place as I watch Hudson kiss his father with a passion I had never seen in him before. Like every night of lovemaking he ever had was just practice for this. I won’t say this is the first familial relationship I’ve ever seen, but it is certainly the first one where I know both parties have had the gleam. Thomas’s reactions mirror my own, his paws clearly fidgeting uncomfortably as he wrestles with what to do. Finally, just as his paws start to move up, no doubt to push his son away, I spot it. The glittering tells me clear as day that this is Thomas’s moment for courage. My mind may be conflicted, but my body doesn’t falter. My arrow soars into Thomas in record time, his paws coming to rest on Hudson’s chest, but instead of pushing him away, they gently follow the curves of his son’s body and pull him closer. I stand frozen as the two lions in front of me kiss each other. Undoubtedly not for the first time, but without question for the first time like this. My worries about the union fall away as the kiss breaks and I see the flames of desire burning in both their eyes.

“Hudson, I… Is this really what you –“

Hudson places a paw pad over his father’s lips.

“I’ve… talked myself out of this a hundred times before. No more talking today, okay Dad?”

He looks past his father and into the house, pausing for a moment before grabbing Thomas’s paw and leading him up the stairs. The two enter what must be Thomas’s bedroom and the older lion takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Hudson kneels in front of his father, looking up into his eyes with a blend of love and lust before reaching out and gently pulling down Thomas’s shorts. While there may be some trepidation in his mind, his body has firmly decided to enjoy what is to come. Hudson and I both stare at the bulge in the white briefs as it slowly grows, pink flesh eventually poking out through the waistband. Neither lion rushes this, as it is now obvious that both have wanted to be right here for quite some time. With the help of his son, Thomas slides off his garments and puts his full body on display. The strong but soft form draws the eye down. Though the days of a chiseled structure are gone, it is clear that plenty of power still lies under the soft beige fur. Hudson’s eyes look yet further down, staring intently at his father’s crotch as he takes in the sight of the gently tapered tool he will soon be intimately familiar with. Wasting no time, but still savoring every moment, he uses one paw to cup Thomas’s balls, while the other wraps itself around the base of his father’s shaft. With a quick glance up to confirm he wasn’t the only one who wanted this, Hudson slowly opened his mouth, placing his soft muzzle around the tip of Thomas’s cock.

If lions were biologically capable of purring, the looks on their faces leave no doubt that they would be. It takes no time at all for Thomas to place a soft paw on his son’s head. He applies no pressure in any direction, simply wanting to be closer to Hudson. With the gentle touch of his father to spur him on, Hudson removes his paw from the shaft as his head moves down, now using both paws to gently massage Thomas’s balls. Hudson doesn’t see it, focused on his task as he is, but Thomas looks down at him as he gently runs his fingers through his son’s mane. His eyes well up slightly, narrowly avoiding a tear falling as he finally decides to fully give in. Both his touch and his gaze are full of love, and though his son can’t see any of this, he can feel the shift in the mood. Hudson, who had been slowly working his way up and down his father’s tapered shaft until now, picks up the pace. This was something the younger lion was quite experienced with, and Thomas’s poorly muffed grunts and moans only spurred him on further. Hudson’s mane bounces in time with his motion as he bottoms out on his father’s cock with each thrust growing faster and faster. His tongue finds a new area to explore every time, even venturing into Thomas’s sheath as he presses his nose into the older lion’s crotch and the older lion’s dick down his throat.

“Hudson I’m… gonna…”

In a second Hudson is off of his father, a spark of desire burning in his eyes.

“Can you go more than once? Cause there’s no way I’m letting this end without you putting a litter in me.”

Every part of Thomas twitched at his son’s words, a spurt of pre shooting out the tip of his cock and landing on the floor. Hudson clearly enjoys the reaction.

“So, is that a yes?”

Thomas nods quickly, the silver in his mane glinting softly from the light streaming in the nearby window. Hudson returns to his position and resumes the lustful motions he was performing not long before. This time, both of Thomas’s paws find themselves on his son’s head, giving soft encouragement as his breathing quickens. Finally, as his toes curl, Thomas provides his first proof that his body still holds plenty of strength. He pulls his son off his cock, holding his head in one paw while stroking himself with the other. Hudson falters for only a split second before taking the cue and opening his mouth as wide as he can. With a clearly somewhat subdued but still heavy and guttural roar, Thomas begins to unload. Most of his handiwork ends up on target in his son’s mouth, with the rest adorning his face as Hudson softly whimpers to himself in pure ecstasy. His eyes are closed, so only when he feels his father’s soft touch gently tilting his jaw up does he close his mouth and enjoy the fruit of his labor. His tongue ventures out around his muzzle, licking up every last bit of his father’s essence before his amber eyes finally emerge once again. The spark of desire from a few minutes ago has now turned into a raging inferno, but Hudson still doesn’t rush. He stands, waving his hips seductively as he takes a few steps away before starting to undress. Slowly, his alluring form comes into view; it is clear that, as is standard for Hudson, Thomas isn’t immune to his wiles.

“Are we uh… still doing that ‘no talking’ rule?”

Hudson doesn’t miss a beat in his striptease, his shirt falling to the floor as his paws reach for the waistband of his jeans.

“Only if you’re still going to try to talk me out of this. Are you?”

“No I… just wanted to tell you that I love you. And that you… God you are so beautiful, Hudson…”

Hudson’s jeans slide off. He now stands with his back to his father as he hooks one finger under the waistband of his briefs and begins to slowly pull down. This time it is Thomas who misses something: a single tear rolling down his son’s cheek as a blissful grin spreads across his face. It doesn’t take long for Hudson to compose himself.

“High praise, coming from you, Dad. I love you too, and… I always will…”

The younger lion’s confident facade fails for just a moment as he confesses his love for his father, but one glance over his shoulder at Thomas’s adoring eyes washes all his worries away. At long last, Hudson’s last article of clothing falls to the floor and he takes the same sauntering steps back to his father. Thomas’s eyes widen for a moment, upon spotting something Hudson had been wearing for over a year at this point: a small golden chastity cage locked securely around his sheath. I’d seen him explain it to lovers in the past. Something about how it made him feel desirable and allowed him to enjoy his escapades far more than he could if he were constantly concerned about his own pleasure. Thomas required no such explanation; Hudson was his son after all, and the pair were so hopelessly caught up in the butterflies of love that no surprise could halt them for more than a fleeting instant. This instant passes on as Hudson places a paw on his father’s chest, gently laying him back on the bed before crawling on top. Thomas reaches to his nightstand, fumbling for a moment before presenting a bottle of lube to Hudson.

“Cherry flavored, huh? Am I to take that to mean you might want to help me get ready next time?”

“Why only next time?”

Hudson chuckles softly as he adds a generous pool of lube to his paw before starting to gently work the slimy fluid into his tailhole.

“Because believe it or not, I wasn’t actually on my way to see you this morning. I was just going to have some fun with a friend, so with the exception of lube I was already good to go.”

With his hole prepared to his satisfaction, Hudson grabs his father’s cock with a paw and lines himself up.

“Besides, I don’t think either one of use wants to put off the main course any longer, right?”

Thomas didn’t reply, as he was far too enamored by the sight of his son lining himself up to spear himself on the cock that made him. There are many advantages to all shapes and sizes of equipment, and Hudson takes full advantage of the biggest one for felines: a smooth taper that allows for easy entry at the start, with an ever-increasing stretch on the way to the base. A stretch that was of course, no problem for the younger lion, who slides down to the base without stopping. His hips grind back and forth for a few moments, savoring the fullness his father is providing him as a drop of pre emerges from his cage. He leans forward, placing both his paws on Thomas’s strong chest for leverage as his hips begin to rise. The older lion watches, enraptured, as his son begins a slow and sensual pattern of raising and lowering hips. He reaches a paw up, gently cupping his son’s cheek before pulling him down for a kiss. Hudson’s hips continue their rhythm as the lions’ maws intermingle in an unreserved dance of devotion. The two softly moan into each other’s mouths with every thrust, each begging the other for more. It stays like that for some time before the bond breaks, a strand of saliva connecting both of their unwithdrawn tongues as Hudson begins to pant with both lust and effort. Thomas reacts instantly, both paws shooting to his son’s shoulders before gently guiding him to roll to the side.

“You’re doing so good, son. But I can’t just lay here and watch you do all the work, can I?”

Hudson, finally in a position with his father he had undoubtably roleplayed dozens of times before, was far too enamored to do anything but relax into the gentle touch of the older lion as he was flipped onto his back. His eyes stare up at his father, looming over him with a form that could so easily be intimidating, but which Hudson knew would never hurt him. The only thing his father’s body would do is bring him pleasure as the gentle motion of hips began once again. Before, the two kissed each other passionately with their eyes closed, focused fully on the blissful sensations of each other’s bodies. Now? Now Hudson holds his legs up to his chest as he watches his father pick up the pace. Both lions’ eyes meet every few thrusts, confirming that neither would rather be anywhere but here before each pair wanders off to the other’s body as it writhes and undulates in ecstasy. Thomas doesn’t pick up on it as it happens, but his son’s moans are accelerating far faster than his thrusts. The younger lion lets out a series of pleading whimpers before finally being pushed over the edge. A pool of cum leaks from his cage, a new bead in time with each of his father’s thrusts as his whimpers and moans lose all coherency. Only now does Thomas notice as his son’s walls tighten around him. He watches in lust and awe as Hudson’s face contorts underneath him, the pool of cum on his stomach now overflowing as a milky drop rolls off his side and onto the bed. Whether in an attempt to give his son a break, or a sign of his mind being overwhelmed at the thought of the reaction he was getting, Thomas slows down considerably. Hudson’s face changes in a flash and his paws grip his father’s face with enough speed and force to surprise the older lion.

“Don’t… you fucking DARE… slow down… Dad…”

Hudson’s emphatic demand takes Thomas by surprise, but after a few seconds to compose himself, he eagerly obeys it. The speed he left off at is immediately resumed, and the pair once again descend into their carnal desires. A pace such as this may have left a less experienced lover in pain, but each time Thomas looked down at his son’s face, he saw only the amorous look of desire. Clear concern blanketed the older lion’s muzzle each time he chose to move his hips faster still, but it was always followed by a confirmative moan from his son’s lips that this was exactly what he wanted. The cherry lube had long since been washed away by the amount of pre Thomas was nearly constantly outputting at this point. It drags off in strands between their hips as they meet for each thrust, the sound of their impassioned lovemaking echoing through the open door and down the hall. Their eyes no longer meet for the simple fact that Hudson is unable to keep his open long enough for his vision to clear; each powerful yet caring thrust sends electricity through his entire body that will not allow for any such unnecessary use of functions. Thomas reaches his final rhythm at last, his breathing becoming ragged and guttural as the primitive need in the back of his mind threatens to rip the reins from his paws. Madly in love as he is with the lion below him, he manages to seek confirmation one last time between thundering grunts and moans.

“I’m… so close, son… Do you really… want a litter from your dad?”

Hudson is far past the level of pleasure that would still allow him to do anything more than whimper incoherently whenever he tried to speak. Instead, he chooses to release his legs from his chest, wrapping them around his father’s hips and throwing his arms around his shoulders. He holds on tight, only allowing half-length thrusts and keeping the older lions hot breath on his neck. With his last question answered, Thomas allows his needs to be met. He places his teeth on his son’s neck, stopping just short of the pressure necessary to draw blood as his hips drive forward with reckless abandon. Hudson, completely overwhelmed as his father so thoroughly gives him everything he has ever wanted, starts to cum again. The increasingly wet and slick feeling under his stomach confirms once more for Thomas that everything is as it should be, and he too drives home a final thrust with a roar held back by absolutely nothing. His hips grind into his son for several minutes afterward, ensuring that every last drop of his lustful essence finds its place in his lover. The two bodies press off of each other, strands of Hudson’s cum connecting them as Thomas gently withdraws himself from his son. Neither lion concerns himself with the puddle of cum that nearly instantly forms underneath Hudson’s still open and twitching tailhole as Thomas lays beside his son.

Normally, I would leave at this point, but some part of me still wanted to stay. I took my place on the other side of Hudson and listened as the two new lovers caught up. They spoke of how long coming this union really was. Hudson’s mom had passed away when he was in junior high, and he grew incredibly close with his father as a result. Thomas worked long hours, but even on the first day back to school and work, he returned home to find Hudson placing dinner made with his mother’s recipe on the table. Such treatment never waned, with Hudson always insisting he was happy to do it in exchange for everything Thomas did for him. Things came to a boiling point a handful of years later when Hudson was about to graduate. Both lions had come to realize they cared for each other far more and in a far different way than a father and son should. A tearful goodbye saw Hudson moving into a new apartment for college early. Anything Thomas could do to take care of his son without overstepping the bounds of normalcy, he did. It wasn’t much, as the two could hardly find any topic of conversation any time they met that didn’t lead to glances into each other’s eyes that lingered far too long. So the lovers kept apart.

“And you said you weren’t even intending on seeing me today? I’m… so unbelievably glad you did but… what changed?”

Hudson took a deep breath before looking into his father’s loving eyes.

“I… have no idea… I was in my car outside my friend’s house and then I just… knew? I guess? I probably sound crazy…”

“You might if I didn’t know exactly what you mean. When you kissed me I was raising my arms to push you away… but then I… didn’t… I guess I knew too?”

“Well thank God for that, huh dad?”

Not ‘God’ exactly, but I know how to translate gratitude. I hoist myself off the bed with a smile on my face as I float gently back to my coffee shop. I wonder who could be destined to need a dose of courage next…