Choose the Lion

"Thank you both for coming to my rescue. I think I'd feel safer if you walked me home," you say to the Lion. He chuckles at the dejected look on the Fox's face.

"Better luck next time, Red," he says and offers you his arm, like a gallant gentleman.

"Don't forget," the Fox calls as the two of you walk away, heading for your shop at the other end of town, "in the wild, lions eat zebras!"

"It's a good thing we're not in the wild, then, isn't it?" the Lion says. "My name is Lionel, by the way."

"That's...original," you say and he chuckles.

"Lionel is actually my middle name. My first name is Augustine."

"Well, it is a pleasure to have met you, Lionel," you say as you approach your shop. "Would you like to come in for a minute?"

"I'd love to," Lionel says, popping the button on his suit jacket as he follows you to the front door. You start to search your dress for the key, but then remember that you left without bothering to lock up.

"Oh, dear," you say, opening the door. You father only gave you three instructions, and you've already forgotten to follow one of them. Stepping inside, you glance around, but everything looks in order. You got lucky.

Lionel steps up behind you, placing his large, strong paws on your hips, his square muzzle rubbing against the side of your neck, below your ear, marking you with his scent. You take a step toward the counter and he follows closely, rumbling low in his chest. His raspy tongue licks your striped hide and you shiver, your cock hardening.

"I've never eaten a Zebra before," he says, his paws working the skirts of your dress up around your waist. "I wonder how you'll taste." He pushes you forward, bending you over the counter, and uses one of his footpaws to shove your hooves apart, spreading your legs. He goes to one knee behind you and you gasp as his hot breath caresses your swollen, wet lips. Like a lover, he kisses the mouth of your womb, his tongue sliding along your slit, the rough surface making your sensitive skin tingle.

"Oh, yes, eat me," you beg, thankful of the counter holding you up as your legs begin to shake. He makes that deep, rumbling sound again and pushes his tongue between your pussy lips, lapping at your slick pink folds, seeking out your clit and bathing it with harsh strokes that make your hips jerk. You can't tell if your body wants more, or if it's trying to pull away. His sandpaper tongue fills you with pleasure so intense it almost hurts.

Suddenly, he pulls away and rises from the floor, quickly unfastening his trousers. "You taste divine, but I need more than a snack, my dear. Now, where would you like me to put this?" You glance over your shoulder as he strokes his sheath, his cock sliding out, slick and pink, the bullet-shaped head covered in backward-facing barbs.