You black out, and several hours pass.
From Create Your Own Story
You wake up to a pounding, savage headache. You grunt and press your paw against your temple, wincing in pain. Slowly, though, the headache fades to a distant throb. Your nose is immediately overwhelmed with male, feline scent. The single whiff overwhelms you in seconds, and you grunt again, forcing yourself to sit up.
There's a white jockstrap wrapped around your muzzle, with your nose pressed into the crotch. You clumsily shove it off and toss it on the ground, before shaking your head to clear your senses. Slowly, you take in the surroundings.
You have a rough, lingering aftertaste that undeniably must be the lion's cum. You're sore, especially your poor ass. You briefly reach down and tease your entrance with one finger to confirm; yes, you're still wet from several loads up the tail-hole last night. Your asscheeks are red, too, presumably from his enthusiastic slaps. Your fur all over is slightly damp with sweat, and you really need a shower.
You're sitting in a lush and luxurious apartment, in what seems to be a bedroom. On your right is a floor-to-ceiling window, giving you an abundant view of the city down beneath you. The rest of the room is fairly standard, in a minimalist style. You were laying in a messy bed, with most of the covers and blankets kicked off or folded over. The room is a disaster, with worn clothes and all sorts of random junk littered across the floor.
You look over to your left, and see your assailant-slash-lover. He's still sound asleep, laying comfortably on his side with one muscular arm tucked under his ear. For the first time with all of your mental faculties, you get a good view of him. He's tightly muscled, with defined pecs, a clear six-pack, and broad, powerful shoulders. His dark mane is continued in tufts of dark fur over the rest of him: black fur forms some armpit hair, and he has a dark treasure trail all across his lower belly, especially bunching up around his sheath.
And then your gaze slips between his legs. His sheath is plump and thick, likely bigger than yours, and his balls are visibly heavy and large, resting against his inner thigh. The tip of his spined cock has emerged and is visible. You don't particularly want to imagine what he's dreaming of.
What do you do?
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Lion | |
