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== MEN OF SPREADIT, WHAT’S YOUR WEIRD BONER STORY ==

(posted by Asinus42 - 24 days ago - 132 stars bestowed)

SpreadIt, do you have a weird boner story you’ve been burning to tell? Today is your day! Share it in this spread.

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• TrouserSnakeCharmer - 22 days ago

Yet another dumb sex question. SpreadIt really has gone to shit.

• TredUxen - 22 days ago

> SpreadIt, do you have a weird boner story you’ve been burning to tell?

Eh. In one sentence: mouthful of lion tongue.

• LuxuriousBanana - 22 days ago

WHAT

• pm_me_ur_panties - 22 days ago

> mouthful of lion tongue

I have multiple questions.

• FilkmanUSA - 22 days ago - 1 star bestowed

@TredUxen my man you’re gonna have to tell us more you realize.

• buenoviento - 22 days ago

Yeah, I call bull.

• 88Kartoffeln - 22 days ago

> Yeah, I call bull.

Ditto. I bet it was something dumb like eating some kind of dish while looking at a hot girl

• MarkusK - 22 days ago

@TredUxen, do you mean, like, frenching a lion?

• TredUxen - 22 days ago - 2 stars bestowed

Well, there’s a bit more to it, but that’s it in a nutshell. The details don’t really matter. I was in Africa, made friends with a lioness, lions have no sense of personal space and are strong as hell, and when she decided to lick inside my mouth there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. It felt weird, it lasted uncomfortably long, and because bodies are dumb, I started getting an erection.

• FartProdigy - 22 days ago

I demand the full story.

• chicchirichi - 22 days ago

Yeah, seriously, @TredUxen, how the fuck does one end up tongue-kissing a lion. The details here 100% matter OMFG.

• TredUxen - 22 days ago - 12 stars bestowed

Okay, fine… story time. Bear with me, it’s been a while. I’ll write as memories come back to me.

After graduating, I took a sabbatical with a group of friends. We drew plans and went traveling. In hindsight we made a lot of bad decisions that could have gone very wrong. Such as camping in eastern Africa. But it was cheap, and a good experience all in all.

We had just arrived at a spartan camping ground at the edge of a national park, with only one small concrete building with a generator for electricity and well water. While we were unloading the rental jeep, a lion turned up. I mean, she just walked up, all unhurried, sniffing us in turn as we stood frozen. Those of us who didn’t make it back into the jeep in time, anyway. The guy who manages the campsite just laughed and told us to relax, she’s cool, that kind of crap. It very much didn’t feel cool.

While she investigated us one after the other like buffet items, poking her nose at us and at our backpacks, he explained that they believed she was poached or perhaps orphaned then adopted by people as a cub, and later released when they discovered what a bad idea it is to keep a lion as a pet. Not to mention costly. Either way, she somehow survived in the wild, but she remained familiar with humans, and, uniquely, understood we’re fragile critters and she needed to be gentle around us. Apparently she just liked to turn up at the campsite now and then to check out the tourists. Babu, the campsite guy, had considered setting up a fence, but then realized that the free lion encounters made for great Yelp reviews. He just asked us not to feed her.

I never truly realized how enormous lions are until she walked up to me, head low in that way they have, and began to sniff my socks and then my belt. I was tetanized, who wouldn’t be, but I didn’t want to look like it in front of the others. There was this one girl in our group I thought I might have my chances with… So I started petting the lion’s head like, you know, I did that kind of thing everyday. Ok, so I was young and dumb, I know. Either way, she didn’t kill me. She let me pet her neck and shoulders. That was an incredible feeling. Her fur was rougher than I expected. She only pulled back a moment to sniff my fingers, then just looked up at me as I carried on. I found I just couldn’t look away. Those golden-brown eyes lions have, it’s like they just pin you on the spot.

Eventually I had to go help unload and set up the tents. At some point the lion vanished, but she returned later that evening. The campsite guy says she does that, coming and going as she pleases, often going away for entire weeks. Me, I kind of wanted to keep petting her, honestly, if only for the bragging rights, or, you know, eventual Spreadit points. I was worried she wouldn’t tolerate more of it, but I needn’t have. Again she approached, sniffed my fingers, and allowed me to pet her head.

I’m an osteopath by trade, and honestly, I was curious to find out how she was put together. So, cautiously, I began feeling out her spine, the muscles of her neck, her shoulders, keeping an eye on her reactions. She again did that thing where she would just look straight up at me, as if studying me herself.

Eventually I ended up with about her entire front half in my lap, sitting at the campfire with the others. She was rolled partway up onto her back, so she could keep looking at me, although by then she’d also blink slowly when our eyes met. I’ve seen cats do that. It no longer felt like being judged, more like acknowledged. Throughout I kept studying her body with my fingers. There are places where she really liked my touch. She also had those hard spots of tension down her back. I didn’t know animals got those too. When I started to work on loosening them, she began to growl, and I withdrew my hand in a hurry, but the growl was low and very quiet, almost a purr, and she set a massive paw on my thigh, with her toes flexing lightly, so I carefully went back to it. She blinked up at me again.

I basically spent the entire evening like that. Exploring her body, looking down into her golden eyes. The others were teasing me, but honestly, I deserved it for largely snubbing them the entire evening. I was so engrossed. A mix of terrified and elated. Humbled, too. That was a unique moment and I was keenly aware of that.

Eventually everyone went to their own tents one by one, and I remained there, with my lion in my lap. It was so weirdly intense, getting to trace her muscles and bones and sinews under her pelt, finding out where she liked to be touched. The inside of her forelegs, the top of her hips above her tail, the sides of her neck. Her ears, too, that surprised me. You’d think those would be sensitive, but she really liked it when I ran my fingertip along their rim. Other places she wasn’t as fond of, like her pawpads. I think she was ticklish. Her belly, too, but that’s on me for even trying. Bellies are personal.

And at some point she bolted upright, all her attention sharp on something out there I couldn’t see, and she just bounded into the night and that was it. I felt a bit dumb, sitting there suddenly alone as she ditched me, but what are you going to do? So I just went to sleep in my tent, her smell still on my clothes. I have no idea how lions can possibly sneak up on prey. Their smell is *intense*.

The next day we were to trek through the nearby highlands, so we left the tents there and returned at night. The trek was incredible, but I was distracted. I wondered if my lion would come back that night.

She did. My friends joked that my lover was back and did we need some private space, etc. Fair, I guess. In hindsight, having her in my lap like this, petting her all over, must have looked pretty intimate.

We set up another campfire and we sat together, and I again basically spent the entire evening by the fire with her, just caressing her, finding all the ways to make her do that low, quiet growl, while she looked up at me and flexed her toes on my thigh. Once more I stayed with her after the others went to bed. This time nothing out there distracted her. Or maybe she just preferred staying with me, I don’t know. I didn’t count the hours as stars slowly turned overhead. It was dumb of me. We had a long journey scheduled the day after. I should have been getting some rest. I just couldn’t let go of her. That night remains one of the best memories of my life. Alone under the stars of Africa, stroking my hands down a purring lion’s flank. So simple, and so unique.

But in time I could barely keep my eyes open, and no matter how much I wanted the moment to never end, I had to go sleep.

Damn, did I already write this much? Sorry, guys. This is the first time I’m telling this story. Writing helps me remember the details. I’ll cut it short.

In the following days we drove all the way up to the great lakes region. It was a fantastic adventure, and all I could think about was my lion. I know it’s dumb. Just, that feeling of having *connected*. It’s meaningful, you know? Even as I knew she’d probably forget me within a week, with all the tourists that come and go, and her own lion life.

We had one last night scheduled at that campsite on the way back to the airport. I was so nervous. Would she be there? It had been days, did she already forget me?

Well, as you will have figured from the fact we have yet to get to the tongue part, she was there, and remembered me alright. Moments after we parked the jeep, she came out of the bushes, first trotting and then galloping at me. The sight made my heart beat so hard.

And then she was up on her hinds, her forepaws on my shoulders, nearly bowling me over as she rubbed her whole head against my face, licking my cheeks, her chest thrumming with that low growl. I had to throw my arms around her for balance. It felt nice, holding her. I think I was laughing. I felt absurdly happy.

And all at once her muzzle was against my face and her tongue was in my mouth. And I mean, real deep, and real slow. It turns out lion tongues are huge, and surprisingly warm. I learned later that their body temperature is quite a bit higher than ours. Her breath was *foul*. Carnivore halitosis, right in my mouth. That, and the surface of her tongue was super rough. Raspy. She ran it on the roof of my mouth, and it smarted for days afterward. And with her paws around me, one on my shoulder, one around behind my torso, toes flexing, I was along for the ride. No pulling back. Lions are *strong*.

All I could do was try to push her out meekly with my own tongue, but then she pushed hers back in, sliding it over mine. The absurd thought occurred to me that I would never in my life get kissed this deeply and this intimately again.

… And with that thought I popped a boner.

And that, Spreadit, is the story of how I learned to keep my mouth shut around apex carnivores.

• pm_me_ur_panties - 22 days ago

Wow. And I thought MY ex was aggressive.

• buenoviento - 22 days ago

Still think it’s bull. Good story tho

• DickMcDick - 22 days ago - 2 stars bestowed

Oh my fucking god @TredUxen was she called Kivu? As in the lake? I need to know.

• ismellofroses - 22 days ago

Oh, this spread keeps getting better and better. Do you in fact corroborate the lion tongue story @DickMcDick?

• LimpDuckFeet - 22 days ago

Come oooon please respond, either of you, I want the rest of the story!!

• TredUxen - 21 days ago - 3 stars bestowed

Oh god.

Kivu. Yes. That’s the name I gave her. After the lake indeed. Lake Kivu is one of the places we journeyed to during those days between our stays at that campsite. On that second stay, I asked about her name, and Babu, the camp guy, said no one had bothered to give her one. So I did.

Oh my god. @DickMcDick, have you met her? How was she doing?

• DickMcDick - 21 days ago

Oh this is just too good. She was doing fine, yeah. Still very friendly. I just need to ask. Are you sure you told the whole story? You didn’t mention anything about tent zippers…

• 4K4K4K4K - 21 days ago

Damn, this spread is now legendary and only keeps getting better.

• pm_me_ur_panties - 21 days ago

What do you mean, @DickMcDick? What’s this about tent zippers?

• DickMcDick - 21 days ago - 4 stars bestowed

OKAY FINE. Fine. Stop pinging my DMs, people. I’ll tell the story. Warning, it’s going to get WEIRD. I’m still not convinced I didn’t dream the whole thing.

Like @TredUxen, I was doing the dumb tourist thing in Africa with a group of friends. I had seen the Yelp reviews for that campsite and I thought it was going to be a tourist trap like that thing with the tigers in Thailand. But nope. No cattle prod in sight, no drugs in the lion kibble. We were sitting around the gas stove, roasting shitty Nairobi marshmallows, and suddenly there was a lioness checking us out one by one.

I don’t have the same bollocks as @TredUxen and I sure as fuck did not touch her, but my bud Philip did. He works with horses for a living, and he’s good with animals. Like, real good. I guess if anyone would tame a lion with his bare hands, it would be Philip.

Still, I pretty much spent the rest of the evening tensed as fuck, waiting for something horrible to happen all at once, but nope, Philip had the situation under control. Or maybe the lion did, I don’t know. Either way, before too long she was shamelessly demanding pets from him and he was delighted to provide. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, too.

That Babu dude turned up for some marshmallows and a smoke and told us that, yeah, once in a while she comes and checks out the tourists, and sometimes she gets really enamored with one, much like she was with Philip right now. So yeah, that part of @TredUxen’s story checks out.

Now here’s the weird part.

Our tents were for two people each and Philip and I shared one, because he snores like a sawmill and I am a very sound sleeper. I’m serious, a nuclear blast would barely stir me. It’s like a shitty superpower.

Now, Babu caught Philip and I on our way to the tent and advised us to pin the zipper down with a tent peg once in. Why? Because apparently the lion would try to get in during the night otherwise. She’d figured out how to work zippers. That seemed to amuse Philip but I sure as hell pinned that shit down, hammering the tent peg down with my shoe.

And then Philip neglected to do so again after he went out for a midnight piss, but I was long asleep at the time.

And now it gets complicated because 99% of what I remember from that night has GOT to be fragments from a fucked up dream and I don’t want to think about the other 1%.

Because at some point I woke up from the torpor of the dead and what woke me up was the feeling of the lion rolling onto her side against me. Those guys are MASSIVE and she was taking up most of the space and squeezing me against the fabric of the tent.

And, how do I put it. You know how it feels when you wake up too fast from a deep sleep and shit doesn’t make sense right away? Dreams mixing up with reality, time not making sense. Okay.

I had these scraps of fresh memory in my mind that were either from a dream, or not. In no particular order: a low panting growl that rose and fell rhythmically. A pumping hip movement that kept accelerating, kinda like a dog humping a leg. Philip biting back a gasp. Loud animal breathing. And a weird wet sound.

I think you know EXACTLY the kind of impression I’m talking about.

Also the entire tent smelled of wild animal plus something a bit like sweat, but not quite.

After being woken up I stayed absolutely frozen, squeezed between the tent and a god damn lion. I still vividly remember the feeling of the lion’s back pressing into my side. I could feel her chest swell with her breathing. I didn’t dare to talk. I didn’t dare to move. I don’t know how long passed. Everytime she stirred it set me on high alert like a squirrel, but she never even acknowledged me.

I’ve got to have dozed off anyway, or collapsed from terror exhaustion, because next thing I knew, it was morning, the tent door was flapping in the dawn breeze, Philip was rolled up tight in his sleeping bag and there was no lion in sight, but all of my things in the tent smelled of wild beast.

Philip said nothing and I didn’t ask. He only apologized for forgetting the tent peg after taking a leak, and said he hoped that the lion crawling in didn’t wake me up. I don’t know. I think possibly his mangy old sleeping bag seemed in a worse shape than yesterday but at that point I didn’t trust my eyes anymore because I HAD to have imagined the whole thing. Right?

Only reason I’m not certain I had a very twisted dream that night is that in order for the lion to roll onto her side against me like she did, she’d have to have been lying on top of him at the time.

• pm_me_ur_panties - 21 days ago

@DickMcDick, surely you are not suggesting that your friend fucked the lion.

• DickMcDick - 21 days ago

I DON’T KNOW. I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna ask him. Like “hey dude did you have sex with that lion or was it ALL MY OWN WET DREAM?” No way. No.

But she definitely worked that zipper and sneaked into the tent like Babu said she would, so I’m curious why @TredUxen didn’t mention anything about that. Because that seems more noteworthy than the mouth licks if you ask me.

• littlegayteapot - 21 days ago

I don’t know about fucking lions but @DickMcDick for serious sleeping soundly is a FANTASTIC superpower.

• 1DrCrypto1 - 21 days ago

I concur, reluctantly, with @DickMcDick of the distinguished username. There’s got to be a lot more to @TredUxen’s story.

I do competitive codebreaking challenges for fun, and you learn to do some common tricks in your head and spot certain patterns. For instance, character transpositions. You may have heard of that as Caesar’s Cipher. [Link: “Caesar cipher - Wikipedia”]

Look at that name, Kivu, and look at @TredUxen’s name, the first four letters in particular. Do you see it? “Kivu” shifted 9 positions in the alphabet, rolling over from Z to A, becomes “Tred”.

From there, if you process his entire name the other way around, shifting letters 9 positions back, then @TredUxen becomes KivuLove.

I checked his entire SpreadIt history. His account was created 7 years ago. In all this time, not once has he mentioned anything about a Kivu, or lions.

How long have you been sitting on this story, @TredUxen?

• buenoviento - 21 days ago

Guys there’s no way any of this is true. They’re both making it up, come on

• MarkusK - 21 days ago

@buenoviento just shut up please.

@TredUxen can you at least explain your username? I’m curious.

• TredUxen - 21 days ago - 157 stars bestowed

This feels so strange. I thought I was going to take this story to my grave. Other than my wife, I never told anyone.

Maybe it’s time.

I thought I was being so clever with my username, too.

@DickMcDick, you did not dream. Kivu probably chose your friend to mate with. I am so glad she found herself more lovers.

Babu did not warn me that Kivu would want to come into my tent, so I imagine he hadn’t yet found out about that habit of hers. That last night, I woke up to the sound of shuffling outside. And then the zipper came up in small, short tugs. I thought, or hoped, that it was Marnie, the girl I had my eyes on, but no. Kivu pushed herself in.

My heart skipped a bit because deep down we’re still small, scared monkeys. But she flopped down half next to me, half on top of me, with a paw across my chest, and lodged her muzzle under my chin with that low growl going on. And I felt stupid happy, because I had been so reluctant to leave her to get to bed and it was nice to get to pet her some more.

It took a bit of shifting to find a comfortable position, but we managed it. She tried to lick me inside the mouth again but I knew to keep my lips pressed together tight, this time.

I think I may have dozed off, but I came fast awake with the feeling of her sliding her body on top of mine, her paws on each side of me. It was a hot night, so I was sleeping in my boxers, on top of my sleeping bag. I have this weirdly perfect memory of the feeling of her furred chest pressing down on mine. She was very heavy, and I tried to push her off, because I had no idea what was going on. Marnie says men are idiots about that kind of stuff. Honestly, she’s right.

Even when she started grinding into me with her entire hindquarters, I think my brain just refused to acknowledge what she was doing. The enormity of it… I don’t know. The thought kept failing to form in my brain. The things you tell yourself when something’s too uncomfortable. I ended up convincing myself she was itchy and scratching herself against me. Yeah.

Soon she grew frustrated and one of her hindpaws started scrabbling at my side. Eventually it caught into the waistband of my boxers and she kicked that leg down hard. Those were my favorite, too. She tore them clean off. My hips were left sore for days.

And then she immediately resumed her grinding, and I could feel a very warm spot between her thighs. The base of her tail was slapping into my balls.

No need to belabor the point, I suppose. I put my hands on her shoulders to try and slow her down, but I couldn’t ignore that she was trying to initiate a mating. I tried to sort out how I felt about that, but I just couldn’t. To this day I still don’t know what I would have decided, if we weren’t already in the heat of the moment.

Earlier that evening, when she was sprawled on her back with her front half in my lap, her thighs splayed, I sneaked a glance at her sex, for no clear reason other than she was putting it on shameless display, like a cat, and I was curious. Now, as I tried to sort out what I wanted, the mental picture of penetrating that lion sex formed in my mind.

And I started growing an erection. Honestly, that, now, was the true weirdest boner of my life.

She felt it and grew extremely excited. She started pushing into me much harder. And then my glans caught into that very warm place and she *hunched* her whole back and it felt like my shaft was instantly wrapped in a very tight warmth.

Her vagina felt so different from a woman’s. The canal was wider, but surrounded by *incredibly* strong muscles that repeatedly squeezed me like a vise. It was not in a straight line but curved back toward her spine, and its lining had this strange texture to it, I want to say striated lengthwise. And as I said earlier, her body temp was naturally much higher than mine. You wouldn’t think it makes a difference, but it does. I couldn’t begin to describe the feeling. It was unlike anything else I’ve experienced since.

After penetration occurred, she started humping herself onto me powerfully, her lower back still hunched, her thighs bunched up tight on each side of my hips. She was so strong. Those thighs are capable of bringing down a buffalo. I am not a buffalo.

I couldn’t have gone on long, but I didn’t have to. After a very short time, and I mean perhaps 20 seconds, probably even less, she stopped humping and just pushed herself down into me with all her might, and her vagina squeezed down on my length so, so hard while she began trembling violently, her panting breath heavy on my face. After that she relaxed bit by bit and then slid off of me and onto her side next to me, leaving me still erect, my shaft twitching in the air.

It was so sudden. Maybe that’s what it’s like for women when men stop immediately after climaxing. She had finished so fast that I wasn’t even sure what had just happened. But the night air felt colder on my wet shaft, so I couldn’t exactly deny the reality of what we had just done together, bizarre as it was.

She kept a paw across my chest, holding me close. That was oddly comforting. I had very complicated feelings to sort out.

And for a time we just lied there together, looking into each other’s eyes. When she brought her muzzle to my mouth, I let her push her tongue in. I don’t know why. It felt appropriate. I tried to push mine under hers a little ways into her muzzle, and I don’t know why either. Perhaps to assert some measure of agency. She liked it and kissed me deeper, her paw flexing on my skin and pulling me closer. It was surprisingly erotic.

I woke up a while later and the tent was empty. I felt stupidly disappointed. But she’s a lioness, and they come and go as they please. Not that I should have worried, because the next time I woke up, she was back and already straddling me.

I grew erect much faster this time. If I am to be honest with myself, by then, I was more than willing to have sex with her again, in part because I was left frustrated from the first time, but not only. This time I closed my arms around her shoulders. Once more, within only seconds of the penetration, she reached her peak. After she dismounted and we were back to cuddling, I stayed hard much longer, my shaft throbbing.

The third time she mounted me, I climaxed almost immediately. I like to think that she felt it. Her strange lion vagina clamped down around me with each throb of my shaft, and I had to bite my lip hard to refrain from shouting. It seems to me like she stayed on top of me longer after her own orgasm, too. For the first time, we kissed while I was still inside her.

That would have been her purpose, on an instinctual level, I suppose. Animals mate to reproduce. To me it was pleasure, but to her it was something more. She was trying to have cubs from me. I found that thought unspeakably erotic. To this day, I have kept a breeding kink. Just thinking of my Kivu wandering her lands, carrying my human semen in her lion belly, instantly gets me aroused.

After that, we lied together for a long time, again just looking into each other’s eyes, holding each other. Lion eyes are so incredible. I lost myself in hers. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I was only starting to acknowledge to myself how deeply I had fallen in love with her. My Kivu. My lioness. My lover. I’ve never felt something quite like this for anyone else since, not even my wife, much as I love her.

We kept sleeping and mating in turns pretty much all night, though I didn’t ejaculate again, except once. I knew little of lion sexuality back then. Now I know that when in heat, a lioness will spend just about all of her waking time soliciting sex from her chosen mate. And she had chosen me.

Late into the night, she was sprawled on her back and we were cuddling sleepily, and I climbed on top of her. She was puzzled at first, and honestly it was stupid of me to do something she would not be expecting, but when she felt my glans poke between her thighs she figured it out quickly enough.

It was a bit awkward, with her paws closing around my torso and limiting my movements, and my hips moving between her thighs, not quite fitting. I could feel her tufted tailtip twitch between my ankles. But, I don’t know, after mating together like lions, it mattered to me that we also made love like humans at least once. Soon she was pushing her hips into mine and her hold on me tightened. It took longer than when she was straddling me, but I brought her to another orgasm, quite a strong one. If you look closely, I still have thin scars on my back, two sets of parallel lines. I soon climaxed too. That was the second and last time I ejaculated in her. I usually find it hard to focus when close to finishing, but I managed to make myself look into her gorgeous eyes during my peak. I think this was the single most intense orgasm of my life.

But sleeping in each other’s embrace afterward was in a way more wonderful still.

By morning she was gone, like the other days. I rose with the sun and before the others, because I wanted to wash and pack up before anyone asked questions. I was certain they must have heard us. Her pleasure was not exactly silent. But no one said anything.

I tried my hardest to delay our departure until she returned, finding all kinds of stupid excuses. I couldn’t think of leaving without telling her goodbye.

But that was never up to me, was it. She didn’t return. She’d taken a mate, and once done she moved on with her life. So it goes.

I’ve never seen her again. God, even all these years later, typing this hurts.

I tried to hide my mood, but the others could tell something was off. I told them I was just tired, which was not entirely a lie.

Marnie and I did end up getting closer. Before we got married, I told her about Kivu and me. She says she had a good hunch, actually. She claims it’s when she saw how attentive and affectionate I was with my Kivu that she became attracted to me. I think she’s flattered that after I had been lovers with a lioness, she still compared. God, I’m so lucky to have her.

I kept loosely in touch with Babu, sending letters once in a while. Asking after Kivu. Not too often, so it wouldn’t look strange. I often toyed with the idea of returning there to see my Kivu again, but I know that would not be wise. First, she only turns up at the campsite once in a while, so it would be a gamble, and then, she probably long forgot me.

And, you know, getting some news from Babu now and then, and knowing she was living a happy lion life, that was plenty. I’m even happier now, knowing she’s had more human lovers. That she chose other men like me and invited them into the joy and blessing of her sexuality.

And then it was the year of the Great Sand Drought, and it hit that part of the continent hard. Babu stopped responding to letters. I never heard from him again. I hope he’s okay.

We’ve all seen the horrifying video where a leopard and an impala try to comfort each other as they die together next to a dried out water hole. It gave me nightmares. In my nightmares it was not a leopard dying.

There were NGOs trying to evacuate the wildlife. My job paid well, but I took on a second job anyway and gave those NGOs every last dime I could spare. It was futile, but it kept me going. I lost sleep and cried on and off all the time. Those were hard years. I don’t know where I would be right now without Marnie’s love and support.

I ended up quitting my job. Now I work for an NGO that fights climate change. It’s not much, and it’s a lot less money, but I have to believe it makes a difference.

What kills me is that I don’t know what became of Kivu, and I never will.

So it goes.

Sleep in peace, my Kivu, my lioness, my lover, wherever you are. As long as I breathe, I will love you.

• pm_me_ur_panties - 21 days ago

Oh my god. I’m in tears. Thank you for sharing your story, @TredUxen. That was beautiful. I’m sure your Kivu never forgot you.

• LimpDuckFeet - 21 days ago - 2 stars bestowed

I opened this spread looking for wank material and now I’m ugly crying

• TheChattanoogaSanctuary - 8 days ago

@TredUxen check your DMs please.

• TredUxen - 5 days ago

I’ve been crying non-stop for the last three days. I just can’t believe it.

Kivu may be alive.

She may be *here in the US*.

Some wildlife sanctuary in Chattanooga reached out to me. One of their staff read my post and she thinks one of their lionesses may be Kivu.

I can’t possibly believe it. But the story checks out. During the Drought, they worked with wildlife rescue NGOs to select and bring in animals from the worst affected areas to save their gene pools. It was a race against the clock and the NGOs had to select the most manageable individuals. They have this one feral lioness who was so friendly with humans that they didn’t have to sedate her during capture. The location fits. The timing fits. The description fits.

They sent me pictures. It’s her. She’s an old lady now, her pelt looks greyer and her flanks have gone hollow. But it’s her.

It can’t possibly be her. What would be the odds? It’s just impossible.

I’m a mess. I can’t stop crying. I’m terrified of getting my hopes up.

I was just on the phone with the sanctuary and they will let me meet her. I’m driving over next weekend. It will be a stupid long drive but I don’t care. I have to find out. One way or another.

• pm_me_ur_panties - 2 days ago

OMG, crossing fingers for you, @TredUxen!! Keep us updated!

• TheChattanoogaSanctuary - today - 1 star bestowed

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