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My nimble fingers crawled down the edges of my coat, pulling it tight against my frame with a few small adjustments, before I pushed those oversized brass buttons through those oversized securing holes. The shimmering metal popped into place straight through the vibrant red material, leaving the jacket clinging to every upper body curve I had. Sure, the jacket was a little gaudy with all those yellow and black accents racing around the red velvet, and I would stand out like a sore thumb at the party, but that was kind of the point. I wanted to be seen. I loved being the center of attention, and I had a feeling that I was going to get a lot of it tonight. I’d been planning this out for months, and I was more than eager to put my plan into motion.

With the last button secured, I spun my body to the side, taking a glance at myself in the mirror. That jacket was almost frame perfect, clinging tight but comfortably to my slender body, and matching each thin rodent curve all the way down my torso. The tails towards the back of the jacket spread out nicely against my rear end, letting my own thin, whip-like tail have ample space between them. I gave my hips and tail a little shake just to test my mobility, and I was surprised at just how relaxed I felt all dressed up like this. My jacket, along with my leather pants and boots, left little to the imagination, but I could still move in any direction I needed to. I gave a few gentle twists and turns of my body just to confirm that fact, showing off a wide grinning smile at the results. Damn did I ever look good!

With a good eyeful of myself in the mirror, I reached out for that final piece of the outfit, eager to complete my look. That black top hat, with its own golden accents racing around the brim, soon found its place on the top of my head. With a few small twists and adjustments, my large ears almost naturally slid through the holes made for them, flaring out with a little shake. I let out a soft squeak as the final piece of my outfit was in place, and with a few more poses in front of the mirror, I shot myself a wink, feeling giddy at just how well the costume had come together. I puffed out my chest, doing my best to stand in the most commanding pose I could, and couldn’t help it as another wide smile stretched across my face at the sight staring back at me. I considered going to get my cell phone and taking a few pictures, but before I could pull myself away from the mirror, I heard a rather rowdy rustle of the cage over in the next room.

“Save your energy for tonight,” I shouted back, not letting it dampen my ecstatic mood. “You’re going to need it.”

“Fuck you,” I heard the lion’s voice roar back with a gruff, but still empty remark.

I let out a soft sigh at the rough language as I felt his tone pull me away from the mirror. With a small twist, I started my walk into the next room, hearing a small gasp as I turned my eyes to face the lion in question. He tensed up and inched towards the back of his cage as I continued my way forwards, with his actions leaving my natural grin growing wider with each passing moment. I didn’t have to do anything special to get under his skin and fur. His reaction was natural, and it showed me how well he’d accepted his training in the past few days, even if he didn’t consciously know it.

I let him squirm even more at the back of his cage before saying anything, with the prison just long enough for him to lay out flat, and just tall enough for him to squat or keel comfortably. It wasn’t much, but it was what the lion had earned. There was only one thing that could put a damper on a night like this, and that would be his mood and actions. I was determined not to let that happen as I slowly squatted down in front of his cage and squeezed my fingers around one of the square holes.

“Now now,” I called back, watching his ears twitch just from the sound of my voice, “there’s no reason to be so rude.”

“There’s no reason to keep me in a cage either,” he shot back, although with a slight tremble in his voice.

“Ah, but there is!” I replied with a soft but dramatic shimmer in my voice. “It’s to keep you in character! The fierce lion and his lion tamer, performing dazzling feats of skill and bravery for massive audiences all around the globe! Or, for whoever’s going to be at the Halloween party tonight at least.”

“I never agreed to anything,” the lion added with another soft growl building in his throat, although it came off just as empty and hollow as all his other words had the past few days.

“Oh sure you have,” I began with a soft smirk. “Maybe not so forward and verbally, but this is right where you belong, and this is right where you want to be, even if you don’t think so. Nevertheless, it’s better to make the most of your current situation, no? Just think, you’ve been drafted for a higher purpose – one of the most important roles of your young life. What else would you be doing now if I hadn’t called you over for a fuck a few days ago? Still offering yourself up to anyone on the internet that had $50 and an empty bedroom? Or do you think that you’d be doing it for free now instead? The money was starting to become secondary, wasn’t it, whore? You were just starting to crave a fat dick in your ass and throat, no matter what.”

That got a real growl out of the lion as his eyes tried to narrow in on mine, but I knew he was all bark and no bite. I’d made sure of that with the cage I had him in. “Aww, what’s a matter? Regretting a few important life decisions now? Well, tough shit. Besides, you were criminally undercharging for yourself anyway. A young, in shape lion with such a beautiful mane, and an ass and cock to dazzle the best of them, only $50? Business must have been booming.”

“Shut up,” he roared back, with a few deep breaths leaving his muzzle afterwards. “It doesn’t matter what I was doing – you can’t keep me in here. Just wait until the cops show up at your door!”

“Oh?” I chuckled with a soft tilt to my head and a little perking up to my ears, “and just who is going to call them for you? Your parents that think that you’re dead? One of your regular clients, who has since moved on to any other lion they can get their eager paws on? One of your many ‘friends’ that are anxiously worried about you? Hun, I’ve had your cellphone on my desk for days now, and there haven’t been more than two messages, both spam. Face it – no one cares, and they’ve all moved on. It’s time you start acting like a good kitty and accept your new role, or there might not be one for you for very long. You’re sexy, but flesh only goes so far.”

“Fuck you,” the lion cried out again, leaning back on his paws and shooting both of his legs out into a kick, sending them right towards the side of the cage I was crouched in front of. I was more than quick enough to slip my paw back to safety before those foot pads slammed into the metal, leaving only the metallic rattle bouncing off the walls around us.

“Oh kitty,” I said with a tickle of pleasure in my voice while watching him struggle, “if only you could put that energy into something useful. Focus your mind a little more on pleasing your new Master, and you’d have such a leg up on the competition.”

“I have no Master…. You Monster!” he called back, letting another frustrated kick fly against the cage, before I heard him start to build up a bit of spit in his throat to throw my direction. With a flick of my wrist I was ready for it, and as he let it fly, I was quick to stop the slick glob in midair. I let it dangle there for a moment, frozen in time, watching his eyes stare and try to comprehend what was going on, before it shot back right into his face, splattering it across his golden facial fur.

“I’m no Monster,” I called back with a soft chuckle, standing up and giving a soft pat to the top of the cage. “I’m a Demon. It’s a very different thing. There’s some potential overlap for sure, but they are not to be confused with one another.”

“Go back to Hell then, fucker,” the lion continued after a moment, wiping away his own spit from his face with a paw, “and let me go.”

“Oh, I will go back in time,” I said back with a gentle nod, starting to brew up another small spell. “But, I will certainly not let you go, after all the trouble I went through to find you and get you here. I had this planned for months now, and I was struggling to find a good lion example. Halloween is a special time for us Demons, and I plan on getting all I can out of you, willing or not.”

Before he was able to say much in response, I gave another flick of my wrist. With a soft gurgle, a few springs of water bubbled up around the bottom of his cage. I watched the lion back away and gasp in surprise at the sudden dampness next to his paws and knees, before the floor underneath him slowly morphed into a crystal-clear pool of water, expanding around the cage to soon stretch past its edges. The cage stayed floating on top of the water for a moment, as I took the time to enjoy the lion’s terrified gaze, before I let gravity do its thing. With a sturdy splash, the cage fell inside the newly formed puddle, completely submerging it to the roof in one big rush of bubbles.

I could hear the lion’s muffled cries struggle to get out as he held onto those bars, already burning through a good bit of the precious air he had in his lungs. I kept him submerged in the slightly chilly water for a good few seconds or so, before yanking the cage up and back out with another twist of my wrist, and letting the lingering water cascade back down with a few loud splashes into the pool below. I watched as he gave a gasp of air and a strong shiver, before shooting me a confused and dripping glare. “What?” I responded with a little grin, “You think I’d let you walk out in public by my side, looking as dirty and mangy as you were? Don’t worry, I’m not THAT sadistic.”

“Fuck… you…” the lion huffed back through a few deep breaths, but after another dunk in the water his words were sedated for the moment, turning simply into deep growls.

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll come to that at one of these parties,” I responded with a soft chuckle, swirling my wrist again as I summoned a few disembodied hands into the realm. Most of them carried a large helping of shampoo, and one by one they were quick to dive into the cage and lather up the squirming feline. He tried to fight them off, but each time he swiped at one, another two would press against his open side, soon having the feline covered in a deep bubbly cocoon. “You better get used to this cleaning procedure, because you’ll be having a bath each time before we go out – and I have no less than seven events lined up to attend. It’s going to be a busy week.”

I could see the lion ready to shout something back, probably another curse in my direction, but before he could let it out, I let the cage fall back into that pool of water with a decent splash. With a few more yanks up, then rinsing splashes back down, it seemed like the fight was taken out of him. The dripping wet and slightly shivering lion only gave me an intense stare, which I returned with a bright red glow from my own eyes, cutting through his with many more years of experience and focus.

“See? There we go,” I said as my expression softened, and I summoned some dry, hellish winds to blow through the lion’s fur. He closed his eyes with a grunt as he prepared to fight it off. His paws squeezed around the floor of his cage, holding his body firm against the rather strong gale, but in a few moments his fur was dry and ready for grooming. I wasted little time in summoning back those various paws, although this time with brushes, combs, a few pairs of scissors, and even some hair spray, just to make sure his mane didn’t falter in the chilly breeze outside.

He didn’t exactly cooperate, but with a little shove of the cage from side to side, I was able to get that body where it needed to go, leaving the lion looking ready for a professional photo shoot after those appendages had worked their magic. “Ah yes, I never skimp on the fur shampoo,” I said towards his still glaring face. “It always pays to use the good stuff. Now, for your outfit…” I pushed my paw up to my chin as if I was thinking, before slowly continuing with, “I have to give you SOMETHING to wear since this is a public party, so I was thinking loin cloth. Something simple, but effective. Of course, I’d have to include that fabric underneath, just so you won’t be flashing anybody until you’re ready to. But still, I think that’d be a fitting look, don’t you?”

I got nothing but a continued glare from the lion, not even another swear thrown at me, but I just kept the smile on my face and nodded once more. “Ah, and some tribal tattoos around your arms! Those are very in fashion right now.” I waited to see his response, but once again I got nothing but a stare. Undeterred, I reached up a paw and snapped my fingers, causing that loin cloth to appear over his groin, while those black stripes and lines appeared around his biceps and shoulders. What I forgot to tell him was that they’d be semi-permanent, with the top layer of his fur quickly getting charred to leave the marks. He let out a loud roar and then a few soft whimpers at the sudden sting, quickly shaking his arms and patting down the marks to try and cool the burn.

“Sorry, I should’ve warned you about the tingle,” I continued with a teasing smile. “A good Tamer/lion relationship requires good communication after all.” I took some pleasure in watching him slowly relax and then glare back at me – the meaning of my words becoming rather clear after another little bit of silence. But, as the lion continued to keep his muzzle shut, I was forced to sigh once again and slowly say, “Well, this is your last chance to get on my good side, kitty. You want to be a good boy and go willingly, while behaving yourself at my side, or are you going to fight me the whole way?”

The feline continued his glare for a moment, but as I began to glare back in waiting for his answer, he finally opened up his muzzle to say, “I ain’t doing shit for you.”

“So be it,” I added with a soft shake of my head. I closed my eyes and let out a breath, before drawing in a fresh one and extending out my paw. Trails of shimmering energy shot forth from my fingertips, looking like a hot roadway in the blazing noon sun, as the energy wiggled its way through the air. They were slow and deliberate, leaving the lion a little time to scamper back against the rear of his cage. I loved watching the fear shoot over his eyes as what he knew was coming, compounding with the fear that there was nowhere to run. The shimmering tendrils of energy soon began to touch his well-manicured fur, and with a few wiggles through the follicles, they sunk down into his flesh. He struggled a bit, kicking and screaming as my presence invaded his body, but any true resistance I met was rather fleeting.

The lion had no hope of fighting me, although it took him almost to the end to finally give in. Soon his twitches and thrashes stopped completely, and I forced him to rise up onto all fours, bowing his head as he crawled towards the front of his cage. With a small smile, I took a few steps over and reached for the lock, putting in the combination and releasing it from the door. With a few wiggles of the bolts securing the door in place, it was free to swing open. As it did, the lion kept his body steady and firm, waiting for my signal to come out. As I snapped my fingers and pointed to my side, he slowly crawled out to join me, kneeling on all fours at my side in obedience.

What the fuck… no… stop! I heard him call out inside his mind, although his jaw remained shut, completely under my control.

“I gave you a choice kitty,” I said back with a smug little smile. “You didn’t want to play nice, so we’re playing rough. I kind of like it when my prey struggles though. It makes things interesting.”

Fuck… was what I heard starting to come back from the lion’s thoughts, only for me to interrupt with a nod of my own and say, “Yes yes, fuck you, I know. If that’s the best curse you’ve got, then this is going to be a rather boring week. Now, come along, the party has already started, and we’re just in time to be fashionably late.”

I could feel the lion’s body struggling a bit against my control, trying to make every movement that much more difficult for me to make, but the lion’s soul was no match for my own. With barely a twitch of my mind, I had him marching forwards with his chest puffed out, his tail swaying softly, and his muscles bulging. I made him wait right by the door, squatting down in a seated position, while I grabbed my riding crop and whip. I kept the crop in my paw while I hooked the whip to my belt, and with a final check of everything, I walked over and reached my paw for the front door, opening it to the chilly October air outside.

The first gust blew his mane back just a bit, but his gaze remained focused and forwards as the door continued to creep open. I stood back to give him plenty of room, and with a large swat to his rump with my riding crop, I forced him back onto all fours. Within a few steps he was out on my front porch, and with a few more he was making his way down the stairs and onto the path that led to the sidewalk.

You… bastard! Let me go! I heard him call out as I followed close behind, locking my door and then strolling along after him. I’m not your fucking pet!

“Oh, you’re much worse,” I called back with a little smirk, adding another whack to his rump, and keeping his body moving forwards at a leisurely pace. “There are rules with proper pets. You, however, are more a slave to my will. A pretty thing with limited use, and no expectations of being cared for. You’re disposable, although I need to make you last for at least the rest of the week, so I can’t be quite as rough as I normally am with my slaves, at least not yet. You’re welcome.”

You’re evil, the lion called back, all while keeping his steady walk firm and regal as I lead him onto the sidewalk. A creature like you deserves whatever horrific end you’ve got coming for all the suffering you’ve caused.

“Oh, very true,” I shot back with another chuckle, happy to have something other than a simple curse to work with. “But, until that day comes, I’m going to enjoy myself. Right now, I’m having a great time! Aren’t you?” I let out a small smirk and another swat to the lion’s side as we walked along, being just a bit merciful and letting him walk on the grass instead of sidewalk more often than not. I knew he was used to being on his knees, but I had to restrain myself from really abusing that fact. I wanted him looking as good for the final party as he did tonight, and if his knees bled with each step, or had heavy scars and scabs all over them, then that was certainly one way to ruin the magic. Although, I could always hide the fact with a few tribal knee wrappings later on...

After those few quick quips back and forth, the lion went relatively silent. I could still feeling him resist my control on occasion in short little bursts, but it wasn’t something I had to dedicate much energy to handling. I continued to smack him in the rump whenever I felt like it, watching a few passersby stare us down, with at least one or two whistles and howls shooting back towards us. I bowed my head and tipped my hat to the gracious calls, making the lion even call out with a little roar to one interested party across the street.

The foot traffic only got denser as we got closer to the party. This was a rather well known event all around town, with the same house and family always throwing quite a blockbuster get-together the weekend before Halloween. On Friday night the cubs had their chance to ask for candy, scare one another, and show off their own costumes, but tonight was the adults turn. The alcohol was quick to come out, and the risqué costumes were on full display, making it quite the place to be late into the night. I was no stranger to showing up and owning the show myself, but I had a feeling that even I’d outdone myself with today’s plan.

I’d gotten more than a few glances as I strolled up to that bustling front lawn, and the power from them only strengthened my grip over the lion at my side. He was resisting a little more as a constant stream of eyes focused on him, letting a few strained grunts fly out of his mind with each new pair he noticed. Still, I made sure that his chest was puffed out, and his frame was arched perfectly to show off everything he had to show, leaving every last fur follicle exactly where I wanted it to be. He had to be perfect after all – he was in the graces of the only other perfect being around.

I could sense a few people giggle, or tell their spouse to look on over, but I resisted their calls to show off quite yet. I had to wait until we were in the center of the large front lawn, right in between all those glowing jack-o-lanterns, grave stones, and ghosts dangling from the barren trees. It was then that I finally cleared my throat and stopped our advance. I took one deep breath, before letting my booming voice cut through the music and chatter as I shouted, “Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you the greatest spectacle on Earth. Witness the daring feats of a small and slender rodent, taming a wild and ferocious beast, with the power of his will alone!”

While most people took notice of my call, it was far from everyone who turned their heads to look. With one more trick up my sleeve, I forced the lion beside me to take a deep breath and let out a loud earth-rumbling roar, leaving the rest of the crowd no choice but to look on over. I heard him cry out in protest as his voice was used without his permission yet again, but the complaint that hit my mind only made me smirk that much more. I lifted my arms into the air as I made a quick twirl, showing off my costume in all its shimmering and glitzy glory, before turning my attention to the squatting lion before me. “Watch as the Magnificent Marv dazzles and amazes with his control over nature!” I continued, reaching for the whip at my side and pulling it free with a little shake. I spun it around my head a few times, just to clear some ample space from a few of the other party goers, before giving it a loud crack at my side.

Almost as if on cue, I forced another loud roar out of the lion, causing him to tilt his head back and really let it rumble out of his chest. No please. Stop. This is so humiliating, I heard him cry back, but I was far too in the moment to care about his words.

“Watch as I coerce the creature to perform for your viewing pleasure,” I shouted as I got a grip on my riding crop and gave him a few taps on the nose. That made him react by throwing up his front paws and trying to swat it away, almost as if he was a kitten with a piece of string. With a push of the crop against his chest, I helped to lift his upper body up a little higher, angling him into a seated position. He sat back in his squat, showing off his large and dangerous paws and claws with a few more feral-like swipes at the air, as I took a soft bow and waited for the smattering of applause. “Even though he is such a ferocious beast, that doesn’t mean he can’t be trained. Take a look at just how easily the Magnificent Marv can manipulate such a primal, wild animal.” With those words leaving my muzzle, I gave a little spin of the whip above my head, although without giving it a crack for a moment. That was the signal for the lion to plant his paws back down, and quickly roll onto his back. He hesitated there for a moment with another whimper of protest coming from his mind, while I forced his paws and legs to swat and kick in the air. After a little bit of cute flailing, I finished it all off with another crack of my whip, making him roll his body back onto all fours.

As he got back into his seated squatting position, looking as feral as an anthro lion possibly could, I gave off another firm crack of that whip, turning around and bowing for the now coming applause. “But, ladies and gentleman, we’ve saved the best for last. Magnificent Marv and his beast Simba have one final trick to perform, and that will require two bar stools if any are available.” I waited a moment as there was some shuffling towards the back of the onlooking crowd, but before long two bar stools were handed up and through the ranks, leaving me to reach out and take them both in my paws. Doing my best not to trip over my now dragging whip, I placed the stools about six feet apart, before walking back to my squatting and patient lion to give him a few taps to the rump with my riding crop.

“Now, with the utmost danger looming, I present to you something you weren’t expecting to see, and something you won’t be expected to forget. Simba the Brave will risk fur and fate to dazzle the audience in his most death-defying stunt. Are you ready to be amazed?”

With a few taps to the lion’s rump, and a little cheer in response from the audience, I lead the lion up to the base of a stool. With a rather sudden and powerful leap, he sprung up and landed on top of the seat, with a little scramble to get his feet properly onto it. With some more shuffle in his posture to get steady, he was able to get into and maintain the seated crouch he had been in while on the ground, looking almost like a statue seen on some fancy city building. That was enough to get some of the audience ‘oohing’ out nice and loud, and I let the lion take in the applause with a little bow to his head as a thank you. But, as I added in another slow twirl to gaze out at the audience, I was quick to draw attention to the riding crop in my paw. With a few strong shakes back and forth, the riding crop I was holding quickly expanded out in one quick snap, forming into a circle bigger than a hula hoop within the blink of an eye.

Many more ‘oohs’ shot out from the mass of muzzles watching now, as I showed off the new hoop with a few more flamboyant twists and twirls. “But, that’s not all folks,” I continued with a small smile growing across my face. “What is so ‘death-defying’ about a ring you might ask? Well, nothing…. Until it is set on fire!”

I heard a few soft gasps start to ring through the crowd as those words left my lips, leaving me grinning wider as I made my way over towards the closest jack-o-lantern. With an exaggerated bend to my spine, I reached on down and plucked the top of the pumpkin off with a dainty little motion. I set it to the side, before I slowly brought the hoop down towards the now open top. With a quick tap of the hoop to the roof of the pumpkin, I used just a touch of demonic magic to ignite the circumference of the ring, and get it burning with a large, bright orange flame. With another strong gasp from the audience, I watched the fire dance around the circumference of the ring, leaving my paw just barely clear of those fluttering flames as I held onto the only bare and insulated part around the circle. I gave the now flaming hoop a few twists and spins in the air around me, causing most of the audience to watch with gasps and whistles, before I slowly made my way back towards the lion and the stools.

Everyone seemed to know what was about to happen, and I caught a glimpse of a few partners holding each other’s paws as the excitement built, trying to cut through the tension. I gave the hoop a few more twists, before holding it out steady between the two stools, leaving the fire glimmering off the lion’s large eyes. No, you wouldn’t! he cried back, but I could already feel his muscles adjusting and gauging the jump. I relied on his natural instincts to lead him, putting more trust in his primal brain than he did at this point. I knew he could make the jump, even if he didn’t.

Wait, please! He shouted, but it was already too late. With a heavy crack of my whip, his body launched him into a well-formed jump, sending his body sprawling out, with his front paws leading the way. I heard the crowd gasp yet again as his paws, arms, and shoulders entered the hoop, with his mane coming within inches of the fiery edges. His body uncoiled from the squatted position in a heavy feline pounce, leaving his back legs quick to push off from the stool behind him. The stool was sent toppling back from the force, falling to the grass behind him with a heavy thud, all while his body continued to glide its way gracefully through the flaming hoop.

In a blink of an eye, his front paws hit the other stool, grabbing onto the edges with a firm grasp, as the rest of his body quickly caught up. With a quick scrunch of his frame, and a little shuffle of his front paws, the feline somehow made space for his rear legs to land almost on the stool, with one hitting the last rung up instead. Still, as his tail was the last to whip through the flaming hoop, he scrambled on up to get a good perch, puffing out his chest triumphantly, and letting out another roar to the cheering crowd.

I was quick to shake the hoop once the last of the lion had made it through, instantly killing the flames in a puff of smoke, before laying the hoop on the ground and giving off a few quick bows myself. The cheers rang long and loud as the lion kept his regal pose up on the pedestal, and I continued to bow and throw a few kisses to the audience. Eventually, after I had soaked in enough of their applause, I finally said, “Thank you all for enjoying the show. Now, who’s ready to party?!?”

Another small cheer rang out from the crowd, and a few more lingering shouts and whistles flew my way, but after another moment people began to look away and go back to their business. I held my final pose for a few moments, but as their eyes left, I finally reached over and tapped the lion on the haunch. He was quick to look down at the ground before giving a strong leap off the stool and landing back down onto the grass below. After that, all that was left was to pick up the stools and bring them back to the bar, while getting a few pats on my back along the way.

I was all smiles as I made my way back, with the lion simply sitting still and waiting for me as instructed. He had been speechless after his jump through the hoop, save for a slight yell as his body flew to the air, but I could tell he was starting to calm down a little bit. Those nervous twitches of resistance were gone, and a calm afterglow from the whole thing settled over him as he figured he was done for the night. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

As I approached his side once again, I heard a rough and growling voice slowly call out, “I guess I’m not the only one who decided to bring a whip tonight.” I was quick to turn around to acknowledge the voice, giving off a small squeak and nod to my head as I stared up at the large and imposing crocodile behind me. Just as he’d said, his own whip was clenched in his large paw, although looking far more of a costume prop than a working one like my own. Still, with the trademark hat he had on, that leather jacket, tan button up shirt, and the satchel at his side, he was the spitting image of a famous adventurer.

“I guess not,” I responded back with a soft chuckle as he tried to give his fake whip a crack at his side, only to get little more than a few whooshes of air for his trouble. “Although, it seems like you need a little practice, Henry.”

“Well, not all of us can go all out on our costumes every year like you can,” he shot back, finally giving up on making his whip crack properly, and wrapping it up back against his hip. I did much the same with mine, before forcing the lion to grab my hoop and make his way over towards my side.

“I look forward to Halloween every year,” I continued, wrapping my fingers around the hoop as it rolled up to my side. “I’ve been planning this for months.”

“I bet you have,” he added back with a chuckle. “Even got a buddy to help you out this year, huh?”

He looked down at the lion, who just stared back up at him with that firm, stoic, and feral-like gaze. The lion gave off a few deeper breaths and a soft rumbling roar the longer their eyes continued to stay locked, causing Henry to pull back just a little. “He got a name?”

“Simba,” I shot back with a small smile and nod, only to watch the croc give off a chuckle.

My name is Colby you dumb shit, I heard the lion shout back at me. COLBY! Don’t you dare forget it!

However, I had already forgotten it a mere moment after he said it, chuckling along with the croc as Henry continued with, “Simba? Really? That’s what we’re going with?”

“Sure is,” I shot back with a smirk and a little tip of my hat.

“Oh fine,” the croc chuckled again, tipping his own hat and saying, “An out-of-town friend of yours I take it? One of THOSE friends?”

“Potentially,” I commented, with my grin growing a little bit wider. “Depends on how he behaves.”

“Well,” Henry began after a short break and another glance down at the lion, “it seems like he’s behaving pretty well.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” I responded with a soft nod. “Still, he’s got a busy week ahead of him. I’m pretty sure you’ll be seeing a bit more of him, so keep your eyes peeled.”

“You’re bringing him to THAT party, huh?” Henry continued with a wink, leaving me to nod slowly in response. “Maybe I will see a bit more of him then. He’s certainly quite a looker.”

I was about to say something in return, but before I could get anything out, I caught some motion and noise coming from my side. With a quick twist of my head, and a flick of my sensitive ears, I turned to see a rather large buck making his way towards me. He had on quite the scary costume, at least if you were a buck. A full on camo jacket and pants clung to his also imposing frame, topped off with an orange safety vest over top of it, and a matching camo hat with “NRA” emblazoned over the front. His thick boots made each of his crunching steps rather heavy, but that loud noise was countered by his soft and polite wave at me, with his other paw holding that orange-tipped shotgun over his shoulder.

“Damn, that was one hell of an entrance,” he shouted back with a strong chuckle rumbling out of his chest. “How the hell did ya make that stick turn into a hoop?”

“Lion tamer magic,” I countered with a small nod, all the while bracing myself as his large paw hit my shoulder and pulled me in with a squeeze. As I let out a weak squeak at the force of the buck’s strength, he was quick to release me from his hold, then continue to get a high-five from the croc beside me.

“Aww, you’re no fun,” the buck shot back, before looking down at the lion squatting at my feet. “What about him? Trusting little friend you’ve got there.” The buck squat down to get a better look at him, with the lion’s gaze turning to meet his, replying with that strong feral-like glare he gave to the croc as well. “Friend of yours?”

“A friend from out of town,” the croc added in with a slight chuckle, making the buck nod his head.

“You’ve got some weird friends… no offense kitty,” he said with a joking smile, before reaching over and patting the lion’s head, which made the lion give off a slow rumbling growl.

“Careful Cid, he bites,” I teased with a soft chuckle, watching the buck shoot back up to his full height with a quick spring at that growl.

The three of us gave off a little chuckle at that reaction, before Henry opened his long muzzle to say, “What other tricks does he know besides jumping through flaming hoops?” As a small moment of silence crept over us, I watched him cross his arms over his chest as he waited for an answer. I knew what he wanted me to say, but with Cid now joining the group I was a little hesitant.

I took a second to look down at the lion, and then up at Henry, before saying, “Well, he does whatever I need him to. Laundry, dishes, taking out the trash…”

That got another chuckle from both as I took a moment to enjoy their laughter, but then with a grin creeping over my face I began to say, “He does have one more thing we’ve been practicing, although I wasn’t really expecting to bring it out tonight.”

“What’s that?” Cid replied with a quick look down at the lion and then up towards me once more.

“I doubt you’d be interested,” I said with a chuckle, poking the buck’s stomach with the tip of my tail as it curled up beside me.

“I’m always interested in something exciting,” he answered back, leaving both me and Henry to share a glance between one another.

“Well, it could be exciting,” I countered while looking down at the lion, and giving his mane a slow stroke with my paw. “It’s also a lion tamer staple. I’m confident I can fit my whole head inside his mouth, maybe even more.”

Those words caused Henry to burst out in a muffled chuckle under his breath, while Cid slowly tilted his pointed head, leaving his antlers looking a little lopsided. “Really?” he continued with an air of stubborn curiosity, punctuated with a little naïve inflection of his voice. “I’d like to see you pull that one off!”

“Heh,” I shot back, looking up at the towering buck at my side and towards his slightly dopy, smiling face. “Really? Well, I suppose if you’re that curious…” I began to turn my head away from the buck and past the smirking croc, scanning the area around me.

“I dunno…” I added, taking a soft breath and giving a few twitches to my ears, “I’m not sure this is the safest place to be doing that.”

“That’s only because you’re scared, or you can’t!” Cid shot back with a confident stare, giving me just the last bit of provocation I needed to push my doubts over the edge.

“Fine then, follow me and I’ll show you,” I shouted back, puffing out my chest a little bit as I marched off towards the back fence, where the lighting and the crowd thinned down to nearly no one. The lion followed behind me as I instructed, and I could hear his voice quickly shoot into my mind as he said, You don’t mean what I think you mean, do you? Here? Now?

I gave a nod that he couldn’t possibly see, my only response to his words. I could hear the two larger males crunching their way over the grass and fallen leaves behind me, making me grin a little wider with each step. It wouldn’t be the first time I pushed the limits of this ‘adult’ party, but I hadn’t been caught by anyone mal-intentioned… yet. And, even if I did, I certainly had the power to make them forget what they’d seen… maybe even join in if the time was right.

When I reached that wooden wall, I let my hoop rest against it, before turning to walk along its edge. With a few careful steps, I made my way towards the street, hearing the crowd get ever distant behind me. The party was in full swing at this point, and no one was expected to be coming or going for a while, so that left the area right next to the sidewalk the most deserted place around. I stopped a few feet short of the end of the fence, before spinning around and getting a good look at the lion before me, as well as the two large men a foot or so behind him. “Ready to see another trick? Simba has been practicing for most of his young adult life!”

Shut up, fucker, the lion snapped back, but I paid little attention to his words as I just smiled and watched the two other males nod.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go,” Cid said back with a soft sigh. “Why do we gotta be all the way over here? Is this a secret trick?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I replied, giving off a nod of my head as I moved a paw down towards my groin. It would be hard to see in the dull light, but I’d been working up a good bulge on the walk over, and at this point it was firmly throbbing against my thigh. Still, it took me a moment to unbutton and unzip myself, before reaching in and pulling out my tapered tip and bulbous shaft into the cool night air.

I could see Henry leaning in a little bit just to get a better look, with Cid just having another confused expression over his face. It was only after I’d given off a stroke to my cock, letting it fully thicken up with blood in my paw, did he slowly say, “Is that…?” He let those words hang as I gave off a quick nod.

“You wanted to see my head fit into the lion’s mouth, didn’t you?” I responded with a soft little squeak at the pleasure along my shaft. My own paw knew just how to handle it, but so would a lion’s muzzle under my control. “Well, here’s my head…” I continued, before pointing a finger from my free paw at the lion and then curling it up, causing him to lift his upper body towards my groin height. “And here’s the lion’s maw.” I reached out and got a good hold of the lion’s mane, pulling his whole head towards me, and leading his now open lips down over the tip of my shaft.

I could feel him trying to bite down as that cock sunk through his opened lips and across his inviting tongue. That struggle was a little more forceful than I’d felt him put forth all night, but it was still easy for me to hold him back, and to keep his attention focused on my pleasure. I let out a soft groan as my cock slid along that slick passage, gasping just a bit as my tip hit the back of his throat, and my large balls rested over his chin. Stop you… rapist! I heard the lion shout back inside of my head, but there was no way I was stopping at this point.

“Mmmph, ta-dah!” I said out with a slight flair of my paws, pulling back a few inches before giving a rather hard shove into the lion’s muzzle, letting a sloppy slurp and gurgle ring out into the air around me.

“Jesus Christ, dude,” Cid shot back, finally connecting two and two together, and looking away for a moment… before letting his gaze shoot back at the sight before him.

Those words made my spine and tail shiver as I grit my teeth, feeling the burn pass slowly through my body and mind. I took a deep breath or two, and I squeaked out in a muffled tone, “Don’t… say that name. Bad childhood memories…”

“Sorry, but… damn,” Cid continued after a little pause. “That’s not what I thought you were gonna do!”

“It’s kind of what I figured,” Henry added in, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched me give another deep thrust or two into the gurgling lion.

“Yeah, well,” Cid mumbled, taking a quick look around him before staring back at the sight, “Um… good trick then?”

“Oh, I’ve still got plenty of performance to give,” I answered back with another thrust, slapping my balls against the lion’s fuzzy chin. “Besides… he’s got a few free paws if you want to join in.”

No sooner had I said that, then Henry’s paw slid down towards his groin. With a quick unzip, his pants opened up, and with a little digging he pulled out his uncut human-like member, the beast already pretty thick as it flopped into his waiting paw. “I’m down,” he responded, slowly making his way to one side of the lion, only to get that feline’s paw reaching up and giving a loving caress of it, even as the lion’s voice was screaming in my head to stop.

“Fucking hell guys,” Cid shot back, taking a small step in reverse, but not letting his eyes leave the scene. “Do you want to get banned from this party?”

“Relax,” I shot back with another soft moan as I thrust into the lion’s muzzle again and again, holding onto the back of his head and really grinding my tip against his throat with a few deep pumps. “That’s why we’re over here. Lighten up and join in. It’s 2025. No one cares if you had your cock sucked by another dude. And your wife doesn’t have to know. We promise not to tell her, right Henry?”

“Right,” the croc replied with a small thrust into that paw, adding in a little shivering moan as the lion was able to squeeze him just perfectly, hitting all those pleasure spots on his cock that I knew were there.

I slowly turned the lion’s gaze away from my groin and over towards the buck, making him lift up a paw and curl it into an invitation to join us, with his paw soon going flat like an offering pedestal for the buck to slide his cock onto. I could tell Cid was nervous about it as I made the lion give off a few more gargles, getting a good grip into his mane to really pull him into my groin, but I knew I could sweeten the deal as I said, “How often does your wife put out anymore after those two cubs? Come on, take a load off. A nice, big, pent up one. He’ll love it, and so will you.”

“Fuck…” Cid responded with a few soft breaths, looking back and forth a few times to the distant party, and then back over at us. I made sure to give the lion a few deep and grinding thrusts in that time, showing off his skills, as I got my hips pumping in a nice and steady rhythm. Henry was getting into it as well, with the lion’s paw matching his own hip movements, making that hidden cock tip bulge out when the lion tugged the skin back far enough.

I knew I could force Cid to join us, even without him knowing I did so, but it was so much more fun to convince someone to join on their own accord. I watched as his resistance continued to break, and his eyes washed over that naughty scene before him. I could sense his aura growing more and more aroused, desperately craving the attention that both Henry and I were getting. I knew that he wouldn’t last long.

Without another word, I watched him place his gun down and make quick work of his camo pants. He opened up the button and fly, before reaching in and grabbing his long and tapered cock, letting the half hard beast flop into his own paw before he could convince himself not to. He gave it a firm stroke or two just to further harden it in front of us, although it didn’t really need that much help as it grew in leaps and bounds, extending far out of his large paw within a moment.

“Just pretend there’s a hot doe on her knees in front of you,” Henry said with another huff of air as the lion’s paw squeezed around the base of his cock.

“Already there,” the buck responded, closing his eyes and taking a step forward to offer himself up to the hungry lion.

With that offer, I was quick to move the lion back off my cock with a little push of my mind, only for him to turn his head and face towards the buck. Henry and I took up spots on either side of the kneeling lion as I felt his paw grasp onto my slick cock, while his other one continued to put some good pressure on Henry’s own. With our cocks grasped in his strong but tender paws, his muzzle was left open to push forwards against that long spire of cock in front of him. His lips wrapped around that tapered tip, only to sink down inch after inch with a further push, gulping it down with the need I knew he had inside of him.

“F…fuck…” Cid cried out as the large buck in his camo gear leaned back a bit, helping to hide the rest of us from any onlookers.

“That’s it, push down Simba, all the way,” I teased, although I gave him little choice as I planted my paw on the back of his skull and forced him to swallow that entire member whole. By this point it was fully hard, and stretched a good foot or more in length, although the girth was a little lacking by most respects. Still, I could feel the lion’s throat open up and make space for it all, leaving his lips kissing that sheath and the beginning of those dangling balls, as the lion’s body let out a few more struggling gargles at the effort.

I can’t breathe… the lion shot back into my mind, but I didn’t care as I just held him down, letting the buck control the pace of his thrusts as his hips started to do what they naturally did.

“Fuck she’s good,” Cid busted out with a deep grunt. His eyes were still closed, but his paws were quick to clamp around the lion’s head, taking over for mine. I let him do as he pleased, despite the lion’s struggles and twitches, not to mention further shouts for mercy for his slowly burning lungs. Still, I focused on other things, like the lion’s paws stroking those members in his grasp, building each one up to a quick pumping pace that we both seemed to enjoy.

There was no reason for any of us to hold back. Public sex was supposed to be quick and dirty, and I could tell that Cid had gotten even less action than I thought. He drove forwards into that mouth like it was a pussy, giving little respect to the lion behind it, and doing whatever he needed to feel that next tingle of pleasure wash over his cock. I made sure that those tingles kept coming, even if any mere mortal creature would’ve backed off and begged for breath at this moment. I pushed the lion’s straining whimpers out of my mind, although keeping them in the background just enough to keep me nice and hard, as I really started to squeeze his throat muscles around that shaft. The lion gulped, swallowed, and twisted his head to get the maximum sensation around that buck cock, and before long his hard work had paid off.

In a few final hard pumps into those lips, no doubt bruising the lion’s chin with his balls at some point, the buck let loose down that throat, grinding the lion’s head into his groin with a few needy twitches and huffs. He held him there for more than a few seconds, adding in the occasional short and grinding pump, before I could feel the consciousness slowly draining from the lion due to lack of oxygen. Even his pleas were starting to falter as his clouded mind raced to try and keep his most primal systems functioning. Finally, in an unusual bit of mercy, I made the lion give off a heavy gargle and a soft push back against the buck’s thigh, snapping the buck back into thought for just a moment after being lost in his orgasmic haze. He finally pulled his long member free of the lion’s throat and muzzle with a big step backwards, leaving the lion gasping and gagging as his head hung down towards the ground, desperately trying to fill his lungs back up with fresh air.

“S…sorry…” Cid said back with a slightly concerned tone. “Is he okay? I never had anyone who could fit me all the way like that.”

“He’s fine,” I shot back through the string of curses ringing around inside my head, bombarding me from the lion’s mind while he got his bearings back, “He’s a trained professional.”

“Well then, I guess it’s my turn,” the croc suddenly interrupted, pulling himself free of the lion’s paw and taking a step in front to move the buck off to the side. With his fat cock hanging there in front of the beast, I slowly forced the lion’ head up, only for the croc to push himself inside in one sudden shove of his hips. He was far girthier than the buck was, causing the lion’s jaw to strain and burn from the effort, but his deep throat at least got a little bit of a break, only having to fight with the edge of that bulging cock head. Besides, it only took the croc a few more hard pumps against that jaw to have his own load shooting over the lion’s tongue and down his throat, making him drool and gargle as his body was damn near overwhelmed from the stream.

“I guess Cid wasn’t the only one pent up,” I teased back, watching the sight before me as the lion continued to stroke my own cock, even as spit and cum dribbled down over his chin.

The croc nodded a bit with a strong grunt, before slowly sliding back and letting the lion get another gasping breath, with a few strands of spit and cum still connecting the two for a moment. “Been a bit for me as well.”

“Guess it’s my turn,” I added, taking my spot in front of the lion, before pushing my shaft through his well-worn lips. Being a rat, I didn’t exactly have the largest cock of the bunch, but I made up for it with those heavy balls slapping against his chin, and the determination of a species who knew how to breed.

The sloppy noise was soon echoing out with each determined slap, with the drool and spit on his chin making the noise all that much louder and more intense. I did love showing off, and I pushed myself a good bit harder, giving the mentally squirming lion little mercy, and only the very occasional deep breath. I could’ve gone all night if I wanted to, but I knew the other guys were eager to get back to the party now that they’d gotten off. So, putting on a good show, I gripped the lion’s mane and fucked him hard, only to release my own load a few moments later right against his throat for him to swallow on down.

I let out a few deep breaths and squeaks from the rush, feeling his mouth give a few lasting suckles to my spent cock, before slowly pulling back and making his lips pop off the tip with a satisfied gasp of air to follow. I gave him a smack on each cheek with my cock, just to further mat down the fur around his face, before I reached down and pushed my shaft back into my tight pants.

“Ta-dah,” I repeated once all three of us were presentable once again. “The old head-in-a-lion’s-mouth trick. Tell your friends!”

“I don’t think I will,” Cid responded, picking up his gun with a little grunt. “But thanks for showing me.” With that he turned around and began to make his way back, wandering towards the lighted path that led up to the house’s front door.

Henry gave a tip of his hat to Cid, and then one to me as he let out another satisfied sigh. “Likewise. So I’ll see you in a few days?” he asked.

“I’d bet on it,” I answered with a wink, watching him turn around and follow along the same path that Cid took.

I can’t believe you did that… the lion’s voice rang inside of my head, leaving me smirking and looking down, only to give a sarcastic pat to his slightly ruffled mane.

“Oh kitty,” I started with a gentle sigh. “This is just the very beginning. I wasn’t planning on getting this far at this party, but now that we’re on a roll, what do you say we see who else is interested, huh? It’ll be good training for what you’ll be up against in a few days after all. Come to think of it, that might be too much cock, even for you!”

Burn in hell, I heard him shout back, but that only made me burst out into a chuckle as I started to follow along behind the now distant creatures.

“All in due time,” I replied with a hearty chuckle. “And I’ll see you there. But, for now, we’ve still got work to do. Let’s see who’s interested in a little attention, shall we?”

With a quick tug, I marched the lion away from the fence and back towards the party, all while the feline continued to toss obscenities my way. I paid little attention though, and before long I had a cold beer in my paws, sipping away without a care in the world. I could hear him still try to fight back as he sat obediently at my feet, but after a lot of words with little to show for it, he finally fell silent.

It didn’t take very long for me to find another willing partner. After a few sips of my beer, and a little conversation with a few others I vaguely knew, I marched the lion out to the back yard, ducking into the shadows behind the shed. This time there was more than just a quickie blowjob in the cards, with the lion’s loin cloth finally sliding down his legs, and that large moose cock finding its way through his tail end and into his warm body from behind. I could feel the feline try and fight back, giving me everything he had left in his body, but it was still rather easy to make him sway and push back against the hips behind him, almost begging for the moose to give it to him harder. I spared no expense in humiliating the poor lion, loving every single moment of his anguish, as I forced him to push back and moan with all the eagerness of a horny teenager finding his true purpose in life.

One partner turned into two, then four, then a few more in the never-ending stream of bodies, cocks, and even one vagina to eat out along the way. The lion hadn’t given up completely, still giving me a few curses and shouts for mercy here and there, but I continued to leave his jaw and legs open for anyone else that came his way. When it came time for that black bear to have his turn, I was almost getting bored of watching. He was eager to step behind the now dripping lion, and I barely paid him a second glance. Once he’d shoved himself inside and got to thrusting, I even left my guarding post at the lion’s side to go get another beer, happy for a bit of a break.

When I made it back, I could tell the bear was well and deep into his rut, hearing those loud slaps ringing out even across the large back yard. It made me smile to know that my fucktoy would be the talk of the town for the next week, and I couldn’t help but shoot that moaning lion a wink as I casually leaned up against that shed, enjoying another cooling sip of my new frosty beverage.

“Hey, are these bite marks on his neck?” the bear called over suddenly, not stopping in his thrusts, but looking over towards me in slight confusion. “Who the hell did that?”

“What?” I shot back with a casual concern, not remembering letting anyone sink their teeth into him. That privilege should’ve been all mine after all. I pushed off from the edge of the shed with a slow couple of steps over towards the bear’s side, before tilting my head down to get a look around the lion’s mane. That was exactly the opening the bear needed to extend out his claws on one of his massive hands, swiping towards my stomach, and piercing through my outfit and flesh with a powerful tearing slice.

I didn’t make a sound despite the burning pain I felt racing through my insides. I knew everything I needed to know from the moment the bear had run me through with his supernatural claws. With an evil, red-burning glare, I turned my eyes up towards the bear’s own, and I did my best to stare deep down into his own, twisted, hellish soul. “You traitor!” I spat back, but even then, I could tell that my voice sounded weak as the bear continued to drain my demonic energy. “You hid it well, but fuck you! You think you’re hot shit for sending me back to Hell, just to take my fuck toy? You’ll be hearing from me soon, you can bet on that.”

“My time is almost up here anyway,” the bear said with a hearty rumbling shooting through his chest. “I might as well go out in style. And what could be better than a pretty little thing to keep me company for these last few years? Thank you so much for doing the hard work and finding one so easy to control, not to mention so good looking. I hope he enjoyed his last bit of freedom tonight, because I’m not one to share. He’ll have a nice spot in my slave dungeon reserved to hold him, so I can teach him how to bring pleasure to every millimeter of my Earthly body.”

As I felt my husk of a body slowly crumbling apart to ash, and carried off by the wind in small fluttering pieces, I watched as the lion felt my hold on him leave his body. He slumped forwards into the wall of the shed, and then fell to the ground in a little heap of fur, almost as if he’d forgotten how to use his legs for the moment. Yet, as I watched myself continue to drift away, powerless to resist the bear’s sudden attack, I knew the feline wouldn’t have his freedom for long. I knew he was far from the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was going to regret this decision, or at least regret not fighting harder against the bear. I’d make sure of that when I saw him down in Hell, which if the bear had his way, probably wouldn’t be too long. I’d be waiting, and I’d show that lion little mercy when he got there for his betrayal.