Taking the Lead
Story by Fyacin on SoFurry
As a slim, bookish, transmale fox, Sage struggles to assert himself at the best of times. But when an enigmatic lion proves irresistible, Sage takes a chance and finds that he can embrace his sexuality as the pair explore his dominant side.
Taking the Lead
Sage sighed, swirling his second drink slowly. He didn’t know why he did this to himself. Even Alys had left him alone in the booth to sulk. Another club, another night of quiet yearning. He took another sip, and gazed longingly at the dance floor. Tonight, his thoughts kept returning to one figure. An audacious lion who held his fantasies hostage, even as he watched him flit from fur to fur, his short cropped red mane dazzling under the pulsing club lights. Every dance move, every angle seemed to show off a little more of that tawny red pelt, and svelte muscles beneath. The lion danced like a being from another plane of existence- an elemental of pure raw sex appeal, ensnaring man and women alike to a fate of adoration.
Sage absentmindedly twitched his oversized ears, pulling his slipping glasses up a little more on his face. Then he tipped the last of the gin into his long muzzle.There, those were the two drinks he promised he would finish. Once Alys got back, they could leave, and the lion would live on only in his dreams...
“Uh-oh, I know that look.” Alys slid in behind Sage at the secluded booth, pulling the slim fox into a comfortable hug, resting her own long kangaroo muzzle on his shoulder, following his line of sight. Sage barely reacted, used to his roommate's... unconventional standards of personal space. His nose twitched as it caught her elusive herbal scent.
Alys was saying something. Sage missed it, still caught up in wild dreams. When he tore his attention away from the dance floor to meet her eyes, she must have realized he wasn’t listening. He smiled sheepishly, and she sighed dramatically.
“Another poor victim caught in Fyacin’s web,” she declared in mock dismay, even as her eyes also tracked the lion’s path along the dance floor. Silhouettes of outstretched paws followed his mercurial wake. Sage started drifting again, so easily entranced.
“Wait,” Sage looked back to Alys, who had a wicked expression “Do you know him?” he asked, inclining his head towards the dance floor. The lion twirled artfully between a pair of hyenas. Sage’s bright blue eyes stared into Alys’s silver ones, brimming with hope. If she knew him, this was his in! He had a chance!
“Only carnally,” Alys quipped mercilessly, delighting in Sage’s immediately downcast expression.If his big ears drooped any lower someone might mistake him for a rabbit. She giggled wickedly but must have decided not to tease the poor fox for long. “Don’t worry darling, he swings both ways.” She wrapped an arm conspiratorially around Sage’s shoulder. “And I know just what pushes his buttons.”
Confidence, Sage repeated to himself, the simple mantra echoing in his head, Exude Confidence! He did his best to stalk across the club, emboldened by Alys’s pep talk and tactical advice. He spotted Fyacin leaning against the bar, gulping from a plastic water bottle, taking a brief break as the club’s set shifted tempos. Sage took one last deep breath, and strode across the club to make his move. He moved quickly, so that his long tail would billow behind him, and he put the bright club lights at his back, hoping they would illuminate and flatter his fur. If there was anything Sage was proud of, it was his thick cream colored fur. It was ticked in rose along his back, and dark brown on his paws like natural stockings. Long ear tufts and longer chest fur completed the elegant look. To Sage’s surprise, and growing delight, Fyacin noticed him immediately.
“Looking fantastic gorgeous,” Fyacin grinned, “I’m Fy, but I don’t think we’ve met yet?” the elegant lion extended a dainty paw for a handshake that quickly slipped down to pull Sage closer by his hip.
Sage froze for the barest second before Alys’s earlier advice flashed through his mind. You’ve got what he wants, make him ask for it darling. He likes it when you play hard to get, right until you make him beg. Fortified by the atmosphere, and more than a little alcohol, Sage leaned into the touch. Fy was essentially shirtless- a pair of skinny jeans and a loose silk vest displayed his mane and upper chest to full effect. His mane was pulled into a ponytail on his head, but cropped short around his shoulders, like a scarf of thick fur. As if on cue, the music in the club cranked up again, and Sage took advantage by leaning closer to reply into the lion’s fuzzy ears. “I’m Sage, you looked fantastic out there yourself." Sage pulled back, imagining himself as a fisherman who just threw their hook out into deep open water. Fy nodded along with the beat and smiled. He mouthed something that looked like “Thanks," then pointed out at the floor swinging around to pull Sage along. Sage beamed, long vulpine muzzle split into a wild grin from ear to ear. He had a bite! Now he just had to reel it in.
Sage tried to keep up on the dance floor. He did his best to compliment Fy’s higher energy with languid movements that showed off his long flowing tail to best effect. He was buoyed along in every way by the intoxicating lion. Fy’s hands pressed against his tight-fit t-shirt, teased at the hem of his jeans. Sage couldn’t help but imagine the lion’s hands roaming farther. He wondered if Fy was imagining it too. Judging by his cheeky grin, he most certainly was.
When the rhythm of the dance brought them closer, Fy whispered into Sage’s ear. “God your tail is beautiful.” He spun away and Sage blushed. Then he was back. “I want to wrap it around me like a toga” Sage sputtered, sure he misheard the lion, but Fy gave him a silly grin before spinning away again. Well. If the lion wanted to fantasize, Sage could help with that. He kept brushing his body against Fy’s, staying tighter and tighter, their intertwining dance bringing them closer and closer, physical innuendo revealing mutual erotic desire.
They danced. Their language became physical. Every turn of the lion’s hips was a question, every dramatic flick of the fox’s tail an escalation. Fy tried to lead, Sage let him orbit around him. Fy tried to amp the energy, Sage responded by guiding and channeling his movements. Fy tried to pull Sage along in the current of his unrestrained fervor, but Sage just kept his paws on those writhing hips and goaded the lion to show him every trick he had. Fy looked intoxicated. Before when Sage was watching, he flitted to and fro, giving the whole club the briefest taste of himself. Now he seemed hungry for a rise out of the enigmatic todd, his eyes never leaving Sage’s own, fangs flashing with a grin with every smile he teased out of the fox. The rest of the club faded away, Sage clung to Fy, and he realized Fy was leaning into his firm, desperate grip on his hips and ass. Sage’s heart beat faster, as Fy pushed closer and closer to the shorter fox, sharing space, sharing fur, sharing breath. Sage felt like a passenger in his own body. He was tapping into a zen state of dance floor domination. Fy was more skilled, more energetic, his body dripping with pure seduction like an otherworldly creature. Sage imagined the lion among ranks of incubi and succubi, tempting the innocent to unspeakable pleasure. Yet against this formidable assault Sage bent and twisted, redirecting the sexual energy like a judo master. He didn’t dare question it, normally he blushed and stammered at the smallest hint of flirting or sexual attraction. But something about this night, this dance, this lion, emboldened him. Maybe it was Alys’s doing, the domineering kangaroo finally rubbing off on him. Whatever it was, he liked it. Sage revelled in the power, luxuriated in his newfound role as a catalyst to the sexual firestorm Fy was creating around him.
The end of the set approached. The space betweens drops became shorter, disappearing like the space between the fox and lion. The beat pulsed, reached its crescendo, and the lion and the fox stopped spinning. They were muzzle-to-muzzle. Their breath in sync. The music started fading out, transitioning, giving the dancers a break. But Sage didn’t want it to end. He couldn’t help himself, he pulled Fy even closer, ran his fingers through that soft mane, and let his paw come to rest on his feline muzzle. His own vulpine pressed close, lips brushing whiskers. This was it.
“Come home with me,” he whispered. Just loud enough to reach the lion in the crowded room. Fy blinked and tilted his head. Sage’s heart caught in his chest. Did he not want to? Did he not hear me? Before he could think about it too hard, he pulled the lion closer. Fy’s mane tickled his neck. Sage spoke right into that fuzzy ear this time. “Come home with me, and make good on the promises your body just gave me.” Sage’s paw twitched and slid down Fy’s back. Did he dare? He did. He groped the lion’s firm butt, hard, to emphasize the invitation. There was no way the lion could grin and ignore that. Sage held his breath unconsciously, desperately waiting for Fy to answer.
“I never make promises gorgeous,” Fy whispered back and pulled away. Sage’s heart stopped. His arms fell to his sides. He could barely look into the lion’s smirking face. Smirking?
“I only make love.” Fy grabbed his limp paws, and pulled him back into a kiss. Their muzzles met like completing an electric circuit. The power pulsed through Sage’s body, reanimating him. His fingers twined with Fy’s. Tongues dueling together, Fy drew Sage’s tongue into his own muzzle, displaying an intimate dexterity and strength. They pulled back, both panting, Fy’s eyes flicking to the exit unconsciously.
“Cheeky cat,” Sage muttered, his thoughts racing at a mile a minute. He couldn’t believe that worked. Couldn’t believe this beautiful predator wanted to come home with him! He pulled Fy into a hug, running his paws intimately down the slightly arched back. He caught a glimpse of Alys over Fy’s should through the crowd. She winked and gave him a big thumbs up. He could do this!
Together they nearly skipped to the side exit. Exiting the noisy club into the quiet alleyway was like stepping out into the vacuum of space. All of a sudden Sage could hear everything, their paws on the gravel alleyway, his heart beating in his chest, the soft swish of Fy’s siken vest as he pulled Sage through the alley to the sidewalk. Fy stretched in the cool night air. It was raining a little, the streetlights dazzling like stars. Fy shook his mane out, little droplets of rain and sweat forming a halo around his head. He grinned at Sage. “Your place or mine?”
Sage took a moment to respond. He was still a little awestruck. Be confident, bring him home lover boy! Alys’s voice echoed in his head, remembering her advice. Or just hearing it. He wouldn’t put it past the mystic kangaroo to have developed some form of telepathy. He shook his head, trying not to lose focus. “Mine.” He answered. “If, that’s all right. It’s close, just a short walk.”
“That’s perfect,” Fy answered, and looped his arm through Sage’s. “Lead the way.” They trotted down the street, past skyscrapers and aging brick buildings. They walked close together, the warmth of their bodies overwhelming the rain, each more than happy for the excuse for closeness. They chatted about nothing at all, minds racing forward to the rest of the night.
“We’re here” Sage announced, opening the door into his little apartment. It wasn’t much more than a studio. An open floor living room and kitchen with a hallway leading to a simple bed and bath. But it was a corner suite, and Sage had taken full advantage of the wrap around patio and glass doors. The view of the city was almost completely obscured by plants- ferns and trees, vines cascading out of pots, orchids hanging precariously off of shelves. Fy laughed in delight when he saw it.
“I feel like I’m in a jungle! This is amazing!”
Sage beamed at the complement. “Oh it’s nothing really. Half of it is work or research. I’m a botanist.”
“Nothing? This is brilliant!” Fy wandered into the bedroom to get a better look. Like the living room, every inch of potential sunlight from the patio doors was greedily blocked by a wall of greenery. The city’s skyline barely stood a chance, backlighting trees and ferns with a soft glow. “I’m a horrific gardener, I could under water a cactus” his eyes sparkled with delight as he passed Sage’s bed to bend over and admire a bonsai cherry blossom tree that was just beginning to bloom. Sage followed him.
“It’s just a lot of following directions really. A plant tells you what it needs.” Sage stared at the lion’s cute butt. Watched Fy’s tail wiggling in delight. He must have stared for a bit too long, as when he looked up, he realized Fy had caught him staring.
“Do they now?” Fy purred, leaving the plant to stalk closer to Sage, resting his paws on his slim shoulders. Muzzles again inches apart. “Can you tell what I need then?” The lion asked in a sultry whisper “Or does your power only work on plants?”
Sage slid his paws onto the lions hips and nodded. He felt his sex-judo power from the dance returning. The lion was in his bedroom, his lair, his jungle. He pulled him a little closer, and felt a firm bulge pressing into his hip. “I think you need to be fucked.” Sage stated simply, academically. “I think you should crawl onto the bed, lie on your back, and I’ll show you what you need.” Then he kissed the lion, pressing his long narrow muzzle against his warm lips. He walked the lion back towards the bed, moving their legs and feet together, a tangle of limbs and sharp intakes of breath as they both leaned into the kiss feverishly. When Fy’s thighs hit the edge of the bed he stumbled and grabbed Sage close to keep from falling. Sage took the opportunity to nip at the lions neck, nuzzling his long muzzle into the thick mane. Fy kept one paw tight to the small of Sage’s back for balance, then slid the other between their bodies, down past sensitive abs to tease into Sage’s pants. Sage went still, breathing heavily into Fy’s ear, but didn’t say anything, didn’t ask the lion to stop. The soft rush of the lions paw was like a flooding river racing against his pelt, his heart pounding with anticipation. Fy’s paw slipped lower, and brushed against a pleasant surprise. A feminine slit, hot with arousal, clit hard and throbbing. Fy’s eyebrows went up, but then he grinned, and pushed his paw in deeper, grinding his palm against the aroused sex.
“I didn’t know you were trans,” Fy murmured. “You feel good.” Sage leaned into the touch, burying his muzzle into Fy’s neck, and let out a long sigh.
“Hey,” Fy pulled back a little meeting Sage’s eyes. Then he smiled and kissed Sage’s cheek. Sage laughed nervously. Fy’s paw still warm against his sex. Their bodies close, the bedroom quiet enough to hear their matching heartbeats. Sage took a deep breath, then another. The air was heavy with the scent of plants and sex, their shared arousal easy to detect with his sensitive nose.
“You ok?” Fy asked.
Sage nodded.
“You still going to fuck me silly gorgeous?” Fy flicked an ear and curled his tail around Sage’s hip.
Sage finally smiled, and squeezed Fy in a tight hug, trapping him awkwardly between the giddy fox and his bed.
“Good-” Fy started, but, impatient, Sage shoved him onto the bed. Fy grabbed at him as he fell, trying and failing to drag Sage with him. Sage laughed triumphantly, and started taking off his shirt. “Better get those fancy clothes off before something happens to ‘em,” he advised, starting to clamber onto the bed after the pretty lion. His voice was heavy with anticipation, and a bit of desert drawl. He felt empowered again, Fy’s affectionate looks and glittering eyes calling lust into his chest until he felt full to bursting. He couldn’t wait to show this lion what a fox could do.
Fy got the hint, and slipped off his own clothes. The vest was already half fallen off, and Fy hitched his thumbs in his pants, sliding them off in a smooth motion as he wriggled his way further onto the bed. That was all it took, and he was naked in the fox’s den. The sheets were nice, a soft satin. No comforter or duvet, Sage’s thick fur kept him plenty comfortable on mild coastal nights. Fy stretched out, extending his paws over his head to show off his midriff and goods. His package rested heavily between his thighs- he lifted his hips slightly to display it more prominently, cock tip just sliding free of the thick furry sheath. Fy clearly loved showing off, and he oozed with well earned pride. Sage appreciated the private show, his smile turning to predatory grin.
When Fy saw it, his smug expression faded. Sage had gone straight from a foxy I-like-what-I’m-seeing look, to a vulpine I’m-up-to-something look. Fy had no time to contemplate his fate before the naked fox pounced. Beneath him, Fyacin laughed with surprise and delight, and tried to pull his arms down to hold Sage closer. No luck. Sage had already straddled his belly, and pinned his paws above his head. Sage leaned closer, furry chest brushing intimately against Fy’s. He felt a bit wild out of the tight fitting clothes- he pressed down against the slim lion, covering his body. Sage was probably 90% fur by volume and wanted to be sure Fy couldn’t see anything but sparkling eyes and rosey fluff. He didn’t struggle, much, just kissed the todd on the cheek.
“That eager?” Fy asked, somewhat haughtily for a lion who had just been pinned by a slim fox. Of course, that didn’t stop the incorrigible beast from humping his dick up into the warm tail that was twitching against it.
“Oh yes,” Sage growled, and continued to clamber up. “You’ve been making me horny all night. And now you get to make good on that innuendo.”
“It wasn’t on purpose!” Fy protested, wriggling under the fox’s firm heavy weight.
“Bullshit,” Sage answered laughing. “You cats always have a plan.”
“Says the fox!” Fy retorted, indignant with mock protest.
“That’s how I knew you had a plan silly,” Sage answered matter of factly. He leaned back, admiring the cute lion he had captured under him in his bed. He felt the tip of the lion’s erection, warm and wet, peeking out to prod his tail as it wagged slowly. He kept wagging it. Intentionally batting Fyacin’s member too and fro. It felt heavy and firm as it got stiffer with every flop from thigh to thigh. Fyacin huffed in protest. His paws gripped Sage’s thighs, and he looked torn between trying to push the fox down lower, or slide himself up on the bed.
“Saaaaage.” He whined. “Now who is teasing!” the lion lifted up his hips, then collapsed on the bed with a sigh when Sage still didn’t move. “This is cruelty! A fox has captured an innocent lion, and tortures him-” Sage interrupted the coming soliloquy before it gathered too much momentum.
“Let’s use that eager tongue of yours more productively” and Sage slid his hips higher on the cats body, grinding his aroused sex into his fur. He shivered slightly from the wonderful friction. He perched himself above Fy’s muzzle, thighs framing his face, sex proferred for attention. Fy’s hands were pinned by the foxes long legs.
“Go on kitty, have a lick.”
Fy grinned and nuzzled into the foxes thighs. Sage sighed happily. He could smell a hint of the lion’s scent, musky, almost spicy in the cool bedroom. Fy felt good underneath him. He teased his labia with little licks, his whiskers brushing whisper close to his thighs. But the lion had to know that he only had one choice if he wanted to be let go at some point this evening.
Sage growled at the teasing attention, and pressed his sex a tighter to Fy’s face. “Keep going,” he commanded, trying to keep his voice even. It would do no good to start begging for attention now, or Fyacin was liable to get smug again. Luckily, Fy obliged eagerly. He started again with little licks, nibbles on the fox’s thighs, teasing his lips. Then he moved a little higher, breathing heavily on Sage’s firm clit, gently pressing his tongue against the surface, applying a little pressure here, licking softly there… Sage squirmed above him, before pressing even closer, slowly grinding against Fy’s marvelous tongue. Fy smirked (as well as he could with his tongue preoccupied) and kept teasing the poor fox. He would press his tongue against the slit, but then leave it there, waiting for the fox grind against him. Then he’d switch tactics, using just his lips to teasingly kiss at the clit, or pull back and nuzzle Sage’s thighs. Sage growled. The lion wouldn’t just keep still and eat him out properly! Fy ignored him, clearly having too much fun frustrating the dominant male. Sage finally huffed, and dropped his weight on Fy’s head.
“That’s it. I gave you a chance pretty boy, but you are going to pleasure me properly if I have to make you.” Sage said, fed up with the teasing. This was probably exactly what the frustrating cat wanted, but he was too horny to care.
The fox on top of him turned, lifting his weight off Fy’s head, but completely obscuring his vision with that thick lustrous tail. Fy took a deep breath, just in case, right before Sage’s tail pressed close against his features, curled around his head, and pulled Fy’s muzzle deeper between the todd’s thighs. Fy quit teasing now, tongue lashing against the warm, welcoming flesh. But it wasn’t enough to please Sage’s primal lust, now that the lion’s efforts had flipped that switch. Sage settled back against’ Fy’s face and growled low
“Deeper”.
Fy obliged, and Sage leaned forward, pressing his sex back into Fy’s still active muscle. The room was lit only by moonlight and the last embers of a sleepy city. Their fur mingled in the shadows, becoming a blur of rusty orange and russet creams, but Sage had eyes only for the lion’s hard cock, which bobbed right in front of his muzzle. He couldn’t resist paying the lion back for the earlier teasing. Fy kept licking at Sage’s sex, tongue sliding in between ready lips now, delving into the warm depths of his aroused sex. Sage started his payback by breathing heavily on the lion’s member, his humid breath causing it to twitch. He leaned forward, pressing his paws against the lion’s thighs for leverage. Then he rocked back against lion, slowly building up the rhythm. Fy tried to keep up, still licking and kissing eagerly. Sage rewarded his focus by moving one paw to the lions balls, playing with his sack gently. The lion groaned, and then whimpered when Sage wrapped the other paw around the base of his shaft. Sage chuckled as the lion struggled to stay focused with the fox playing with his equipment. Teasing the lion was an absolute delight. Unfortunately, it greatly reduced the efficiency of his cunnilingus. Sage’s sex pulsed with arousal, the lion had been building up to a good rythym before Sage distracted him. Sage didn’t want to stop playing with the fun lion cock though, it sparkled with wet arousal in the soft light. He started rocking again, and soon he was full-on humping the lion’s muzzle. This way, all Fy needed to do was press close, keeping his tongue flush with Sage’s nether lips, tip firm and flat against his clit, no finesse required. Sage yipped when Fy hit the perfect spot, and the lion had just enough presence of mind to focus there ruthlessly. Now Sage was quickly becoming lost in the pleasure, only absentmindedly teasing the lion’s package, gently stroking the shaft, fondling the balls, but his eyes drifted shut, and he half whined, half barked as his pleasure continued to build. “Don’t you dare move” Sage managed to stutter out. He was quivering, on the edge of orgasm, a few more minutes of this and he would have his release.
Then Fy started purring.
Sage completely lost control. The big cat’s tongue was vibrating and stimulating the very aroused sex of the fox. He ground down firmly, his thighs locking around Fy’s head, body shivering with exertion. He screamed, he howled out his pleasure- finally orgasming from the warm tongue and gentle purring. His head lolled back, he stared into the ceiling and saw nothing but stars. When he finally stopped howling, Fy pulled his tongue back with a kiss, and nuzzled against the warm thighs tight against his head.
Sage went limp, and slid forward off of Fy’s face with a dopey smile. He snuggled the lion’s lower body for a minute, giving his twitching cock a few gentle kisses. It looked so lonely, standing tall in the cool night air of his bedroom. He supposed he better fix that, and reward the lion for his loyal service. So, Sage turned, and again straddled the helpless lion by his midsection, bending forward to give the kitty’s muzzle a gentle kiss. Fy strained beneath him, his abs pressimg into Sage’s warm sex. Sage could still feel that cock throb, longing to bury itself within the body of the devious fox, but it was rewarded only with soft brushes from his long tail. Just enough stimulation to make the lion mad with desire. Fy’s paws rested on Sage’s midriff, and pushed slightly, urging Sage to slide, just... a bit... farther down...
Sage cackled gleefully. He couldn’t help it! His sex tingled with a warm satisfaction. Fy was adorable beneath him, squirming and pouting. Even in his wildest dreams he could scarcely imagine such a wonderful night. But if the throbbing feline member brushing against Sage’s butt was anything to go by, Fy’s imagination was not so sated. Sage felt a flash of pity, and leaned back slightly, trapping the lion’s warmly beneath him.
“Having a good time kitty?” Sage asked innocently, still riding high on afterglow.
“The best,” Fy declared, through little gasps, still gulping air. “You are absolutely divine, my foxy friend, but I wonder if I could trouble you for a favor-” Fy groaned as Sage tightened his thighs and slid down a bit, trapping his cock in his silken fur. Sage had decided Fy was getting a bit too composed.
“What kind of favor?” Sage asked with a giggle. He pretended not to notice the increasingly desperate cock that was nestled beneath him.
“Fuck meee,” Fy whined, much less eloquent with a pair of fox thighs wrapped tightly around his cock.
“Okay,” Sage answered simply, and got up off the bed. Fy reached up after him, trying to drag him back, but Sage avoided the grip and spun away. “Don’t worry! I know exactly how to treat pent up lions,” he chuckled. Fy had flipped onto his stomach to try and reach the fleeing fox, and cast him a forlorn stare as Sage danced out of reach.
Oh yes, Sage knew exactly how he would give that cute fuzzy lion butt the long awaited release that he had earned. But it would require a bit of specialized equipment. Sage felt Fy’s eyes burrowing into his back like a predator staring at prey as he rummaged through his closet for a bright blue strap-on that Alys had lent him. Sage lifted his tail a bit when he bent over, just to make sure the lion was watching, before he turned and brandished the toy like a sword. Fy’s eyes widened at the size of the implement, and let out an involuntary whine. Sage secured the strap-on to his body, while he watched the lion squirm on the bed in anticipation. Flipping onto his back, Fy tried to entice him back over by showing off his still hard cock, his head lolling off of the bed with a silly grin. Sage stalked back to the bed, and stood in front of Fy’s muzzle, petting his shoulders and chest. The cat craned his neck back to keep his eye on the smug fox, looking vulnerable and cute as can be. Sage felt a burst of inspiration, and ran a paw along Fy’s exposed neck, pulling his muzzle to the tip of the strap-on, growling another command for the helpless kitty.
“Suck”.
Fy obeyed instantly, like he moved entirely out of instinct. The scent of sex was still heavy in the air, and Sage watched Fy’s eyes drift shut as he opened his mouth wide and curled his tongue around the molded tip. Sage shuddered, lost in the moment, feeling every bit the powerful, dominant todd, slowly rocking his hips to slide his tool over Fy’s tongue. Both of their tails lashed, each eagerly imagining the incoming penetration. Sage found himself growling under his breath, intoxicated by the thought of lying over the lion and thrusting into him with all his strength. He couldn’t take the foreplay any longer, and he pulled the well lubricated tool from the warm confines of Fy’s eager muzzle. Then Sage leaned down, running his paws across the lion’s toned chest, lifting his head so that Fy had to stare at his own throbbing cock as Sage’s claws barely traced the lowest reaches of pale midriff.
“It looks like you are ready to get fucked,” Sage growled into Fy’s ear, enjoying the little whine that prompted from the submissive cat. Sage could feel Fy’s fur stand on end, a shiver running down the cat’s spine. Fy nodded eagerly in the awkward position, arms limp at his sides, words lost as he fell victim to Sage’s dominant charms.
Sage stood up, his implement warmed by the lion’s muzzle, lubricant leaving wet impressions in the roughly tousled mane around Fy’s shoulders. He crawled onto the bed, turned the lion on his side, lying behind him. Fy was the little spoon, and Sage pressed his whole body against Fy’s back, enjoying a quick cuddle at his leisure. Fy wriggled in anticipation, straining to press back against the fox, feeling the warmed silicon length against his body. The horny cat in his arms was driving Sage wild, and he couldn’t bear to tease Fy for too long. Sage slipped his hips down, the tip of the strap-on sliding under Fy’s tail. Sage could feel the slight give of the strap-on pressing at the entrance to fine feline ass. He wrapped both his arms around the lion’s chest, holding him tight. He nipped at the tips of Fy’s ears with his vulpine muzzle, making Fy squirm in anticipation.
“Are you ready?” Sage asked. Fy answered with the only words his half addled brain could still remember.
“Fuck me!” he gasped, and Sage squeezed him tight. The lion felt delicious in his arms, lithe and squirming, desire for the imminent penetration obvious with every wriggle. Sage granted the humble request, and guided the firm tip of the strap-on into Fy’s waiting entrance. Fy gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head, cock throbbing with pre. Sage quickly established a steady rhythm, Fy’s gasps and moans in tempo with the gentle tap of Sage’s body against Fy’s ass. Sage kept his paws around his partner’s midriff, pulling Fy into him as much as he was thrusting. The lion was completely consumed in bliss, giving himself over to Sage’s ministrations. Sage nipped and bit at the lion’s scruff, roughly dominating him. He couldn’t get enough leverage. He groaned, trying to hump harder, but the angle wasn’t quite right. Lying on his side, his hips were a little taller than Fy’s, and he naturally turned with every hump. The lion was essentially limp, paws clawing at the sheets, mewling and begging every time the silicon length brushed his prostate.
Sage was spurred on by the lion’s incredibly vocal ecstasy, and nearly slipped out as his strokes became longer and more intense. With a huff, he shoved Fy over onto his stomach in frustration, letting the strap-on slide out of the lion’s ass. Fy gasped in shock, and then giggled and wiggled his furry butt. He got up on all fours and turned his head around, looking longingly at Sage through half lidded eyes.
“Can’t get enough leverage to fuck your little kitty pet, foxy?” He taunted huskily, voice scratchy from shouting out in pleasure. Sage didn’t attempt to banter back. He just straddled the lion’s ass, and lined up his tool again. He let the tip rest against Fy’s waiting passage, and tried to ignore the cat’s fluffy tailtip batting him in the face as he reached past Fy for some lube. Fy was especially uncooperative, wriggling, tail lashing, trying to capture the strap-on and get the fox to fuck him again.
“Would you just hold still!” Sage finally shouted, exasperated by the ridiculous creature beneath him. This made Fy burst into a fit of giggles, which only ceased when Sage grabbed his scruff with his left paw while he finally managed to apply a bit of the lube to the strap-on. “I’m lubing it up for you!” he growled. “Quit squirming.”
“Never!” Fy declared rebelliously, only to groan and go limp again as Sage slipped back inside him.
“That’s better,” Sage smirked, lion again reduced to incoherent mewling beneath him. “Now, hang on tight my pet. I’m not stopping this time until you cum all over these sheets.” Fy nodded, and bit his lip, and arched back against him as Sage started humping in earnest. Sage made the most of the shift of position, kissing and biting the back of the lion’s neck, wrapping both arms around his chest, as he was able to hump the lion beneath him in earnest. The room filled with the noise of sex- the rough slap of flesh on flesh as Sage sunk his tool deep and fast into Fy’s eager passage, the loud feline cries of a lion getting what he deserved, the creak of a cheap bed suffering under an unspeakable fate.
It wasn’t long before Fy clenched hard on the tool relentlessly stimulating his prostate, calling out with a roar as his cock spilled cum all over the bed. It made a sticky puddle under the lion’s body, but Fy couldn’t help but slump into it, staining his fur white with his own release. Sage slowed once he heard Fy cumming, and he rested his weight on the lion’s back, enjoying his exhausted kitty pillow. He kept him close and still, nipping at his neck and ears, the toy stilled buried within Fy’s body.
“That was… amazing” Fy mumbled, slowly recovering some of his faculties.
Sage sighed contentedly, warm breath washing over Fy’s ears, the fox purring in pleasure. This was nice. Really nice. Sage couldn’t remember a time he had felt so sexy, so powerful. He didn’t know if he could keep up this persona all the time, but when his eye caught the gleam of mischief in the eye of the lion beneath him, he decided to keep it up just a little bit longer.
“Oh pet.” Sage’s voice settled comfortably into a deep growl. “Do you really think I am finished with you already?”
Fin