Mini-scene/Snapshot: Lion and Vixen

Story by Space Lion on SoFurry

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So I'm trying to work on my fictional writing and trying to describe things in an emotional abstract way. Thought the best way to do this would be to take little scenes, and try and write the mood; focus less on the bullet list of details, and more about how it "feels". I hate that word, but it makes sense here. Let me know what you think! Criticism is very much welcomed if it helps me write better.


Upon the bed lay the vixen, clad in her light pink lace panties, and matching near see through nightgown. She lay upon her stomach, with her pleasantly plump rump gently swaying back and forth. The pink panties clung to every slight curve of her buttocks, and accentuated the shape of her behind. Her large breasts, which were somehow barely contained by the gown, sort of propped up her chest while she read. The light orange soft tufts of fur that lay between her breasts, was a soft contrast to the darker, more vibrant color orange of her fur.

She noticed the lion enter the room. It was difficult not to. He stood six foot three inches (in Imperial measurement). It was clear that he was tired, and in some need of being cheered up. Neither of the two spoke, as their actions following were ones rehearsed time and time again. The vixen's lips curled back as she smiled sweetly to the lion. The lion let out a soft sigh, as he knew the pleasures that would soon follow. While he quickly unfastened the belt that held his jeans up, the shapely vixen upon the bed slowly arched her backside up in the air, and presented herself on all fours.

The skirt portion of the gown was not very long, and as she presented herself for the lion in offering, the light soft fabric trailed up her thighs, and exposed the entirety of her pink pantie covered rear end. The lion stooped low behind her, and he slowly pulled the lace panties down to her knees. As her bright pucker came into view, he leaned his body forward to press his lips upon it in a lewd wet sloppy slurping kiss. His big broad heavy tongue lavished its affections upon the ring of muscle that was her tailhole. His own erection had grown full by this time, and it glistened slick and wet, and it had become matted by the lubricant of his arousal. As the panties were finally pushed down to her knees, and out of the way, the lion slowly disengaged his mouth from between her cheeks.

He settled himself above and behind her raised tail. The vixen passed from the nightstand a warm bottle of lube, and she let out a little whine of anticipation. The lion purred happily, and began to drizzle the lube along the length of his erect cock. With a paw, he ensured his length was well coated, and made sure to drizzle some of the lube upon her cute pink pucker. With the digit of his paw, he penetrated her slowly to ensure her walls were lubed and ready. Preparations complete, the lion guides the head of his cock to press against the tight tailhole of the vixen. He lets out a soft gasp as her pucker opens up, and allows the head of his cock to slip in. A sighing groan escapes his lips, as he shifts his stance, and lets himself slowly sink deeper, and deeper, into the tight hot and slicked up walls of her anal passage. He leaned forward, and placed one paw upon her hips, and the other grasping upon her shoulder. His swollen sack comes to rest between her thighs, and she'd feel just how heavy he was with seed.

With a loud groan of pleasure, the lion lifts his rear as he slowly pulls his lubed up erection from deep within the vixen's offered ass. He stopped when the head of his cock was what remained within her clenching needing walls. Under his own weight, he allowed himself to just fall back into her depths. As his hips came to rest upon her own, his swollen and heavy sack slapped up against her with a lewd sound. He would repeat this process over, and over; faster and faster. His heavy sack would made lewd slapping sounds as it hit against her thighs and undercarriage. The lion would groan, and moan, with each hardened thrust. He would continue on, until he could hold it in no longer. His sack, heavy with seed, would finally be emptied. With a loud roar of a needing groan, the lion would deposit every drop of his hot sticky seed within the wanting walls of the vixen's ass. His seed came out in thick heavy ropes, and coated every warm slick inch of her walls. The lion would take himself from off the vixen, and lay down beside her. He would look over with a very pleased and satisfied grin, as globs of his sticky mess lazily trickled out of her ass, and got all tangled up and matted in the fur of her thighs.