The Flip of the Coin
"Her name is Sasha."
Braiden sat in front of a round table surrounded by his friends, listening to what seemed like club music on crack. He was a college student, a lion of average height who's entire definition of life was swimming. He spent all of his nights in the pool training, getting faster and getting his muscles trimmer with every lap he did. That night his friends had taken him out to Club Zero, one of the seediest places in the entire world, his friends told him. Anything and everything went on in the massive building, so much that you had to be careful which dancing room you went to if you wanted to avoid the nastier sides of sexuality. He and all of his friends were staring across the room to Sasha, sitting at a table with two of her friends. She, a lioness, was the perfect woman in Braiden's eyes, and certainly overly attractive in most other males'.
Sasha talked to her friends, but, with the loud music Braiden couldn't here her. She was wearing a camo T-Shirt with the stomach cut out and black, skin-tight leather pants. She had no drinks, she only kept flipping a quarter up and down, not even looking at the results.
"You should go for her, man," said one of Braiden's mouse-friends, Erim, breaking out into giggling.
Braiden narrowed his eyes at him. "You think I couldn't? She's in my league."
"She wouldn't think so," he replied.
"How are you so sure?" Braiden asked.
"See, what Sasha does is bet when someone asks her to tango. She flips her coin. Heads, you get to give her head, right then and there," he said, "degrading."
"A little bit, but it'd be worth it... she's amazing," Braiden said, still staring at her from across the room. Sasha made eye contact with him and smiled, keeping the contact in a tacit beckoning. "That's a win, not a lose," he said.
"Tails, you rim her."
"'Rim' her?" Braiden questioned.
"Right then and there, you shove your tongue up her ass. I've seen men cry, they're so humiliated," Erim said. "Nobody ever gets heads. Always tails. Always. It's a real coin, it's a real toss, she's just a witch, people say. Always tails, and nobody goes back twice. She never lets anyone at her cunt," Erim said. He grinned and leaned forward, pointing to a tall, muscular wolf that looked like he was a bodybuilder. A sexy one, too. "See him? Tails. See that guy over there, that cheetah who has the same build as you? Tails. Everybody gets tails. Don't even bother, Braiden."
"It'd be worth it," the lion said, giving a toothy smile to her. "She's just so... perfect. I think I'd want to rim her anyway, if that's all I could do..."
"Dude, that's disgusting."
Braiden didn't answer. He stood up, making all of his friends laugh. He narrowed his eyes and decided not to listen to them. He felt he was attractive, he got enough looks from the fairer sex. He strode across the floor and stood at the table. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked.
Her friends silent, Sasha looked up at him and held up her coin. "You're new. I don't think you know the rules."
"My friends told me."
"Did they tell you what happens if you get tails?"
"Yes. It'd be worth it," he said, confidently.
"People say that. Then they try and get out of it," she said, "I know the owners here, boy, they like me. They won't like you in a very bad way if you tried to break our bet."
"I'll risk it," Braiden reaffirmed.
Sasha smiled. "Alright. Have fun, boy, I know I will either way," she said, flipping her coin onto the table. It rolled in a spiral around the table, refusing to land. Braiden saw that Sasha was staring at it intently. Putting her spell on it? The coin landed and, as always, it was tails.
Braiden stared at it and lowered his ears... what had he done? He was bonded into doing this for her, now, in front of everyone, worst of all his friends.
"Poor boy, looks like you lost," she said, standing up.
"If you look at it that way," Braiden said, managing a smile. Even if he was about to stick his tongue up a girl's tailhole, he was still sticking it up hers - and she was perfect. If anyone in the entire club, no, city, deserved it, she did.
Sasha laughed and leaned forward, giving Braiden a kiss on the forehead. "I like you," she said, standing up on her chair to then stand on the table. Many of the dancers stopped to then stare at the table, and soon Braiden saw that his friends had gathered around too, laughing at what he was about to do. Braiden watched as Sasha stood proudly on the table, turned her backside to the lion, and bent over, dropping the back of her pants to just barely reveal her tailhole.
Braiden felt a bit nauseous from embarrassment as he got up on the table with her, kneeling, poking his nosepad against the base of her raised tail. She didn't smell bad, she was nicely groomed - all he did smell was her musk, a very nice, intoxicating smell. She'd be in heat soon, he could tell, and for very long moments he wished he could be tasting the source of that particular smell. No, right now he was there for a single reason - humiliate himself for her. Oh well, he though, she was worth it. She'd be worth it again and again and again.
With much laugher from those gathered around he closed his eyes and opened his maw, shyly sticking out his tongue to press against the round entrance. He gave it a light, experimental lick, making her shiver underneath from his tongue's coarseness. She didn't taste bad, instead, his tongue just picked up her sweat, which was intoxicating enough to make him stop caring about where he was, what he was doing, it made him stop caring about anything but pleasing her. Braiden pushed his head forward, spreading his muzzle open further and further so his tongue curled under the pressure against her tight, virgin entrance. With a flex of the tongue he pushed it inside.
The two felines moaned simultaneously from it. Sasha moaned from the feeling of the wet, rough tongue against her nerves, a coolness under her tail, and Braiden moaned from the encompassing warmth he felt. The audience they formed clapped loudly and laughed at him, cheering Sasha on as he shoved the tongue up and, humiliating himself by worshipping her most taboo part.
As his tongue dove deeper he did experience some unwanted scents, but, he didn't care. He kept eating deeper and deeper, swirling his rough tongue around to make her quiver and moan overtop him.
"Mmm... good boy. You've been a dear. You can stop now, or, you can keep rimming if you want to touch me. Nothing under the pants, boy, but you can feel..." she moaned down to him. Sasha mainly said it to further humiliate the males - they always pulled out, always called her a slut and walked away.
Braiden was different. He only jabbed his tongue in deeper, causing her whole body to make a twitch and light cry out in odd pleasure. The lion reached up with his paw around her leg and felt up her inner thigh through the leather, rubbing, moving up to his crotch where he strongly rubbed into, making her moan further.
The crowd had quieted down a little, not laughing quite as much - this was the first male they'd seen who'd gone this far. He was willingly eating her out longer, just to get a quick feel of her crotch with her pants still on?
To him, it was worth it, simply because she liked it. That was all the reason he needed.
All too soon she pulled away, slipping herself off of the tongue with an internal moan. She pulled her up pants and tightened her belt, turning back down to the male with a very large, toothy grin. "Very good, boy. I hope you liked our bet," she said, jumping off of the table. "Come on, girls, let's go now... I'm feeling tired all of a sudden," she said, bending down to give Braiden a nice kiss on the forehead, just like the last time.
Braiden had his maw shut for a bit, getting moisture back into his tongue so he could speak, but before he could she was gone, and he was left with his friends staring half in amusement and half in horror at how much of a slut Braiden had been.
"Fuck, kitty, she whipped you just by looking at you," Erim said, before laughing again.
Braiden went to the club the next night, this time without his friends. He wanted to see Sasha again above all. He wanted to bet with her again, and if he knew he'd get tails no matter what, he'd still bet. He wanted heads and more at any risk. He saw Sasha sitting at the table, alone this time as well, staring right at him. Was she just waiting for him? It looked that way. Braiden walked up and boldly sat down, smiling at her. "Hello," he said, eying her.
"Hello, boy," she responded, leaning forward in an impossibly teasing manner, "Want to get humiliated again?"
"If it means I can sit down, then, yes," he said. He stared at her, watched her every movement and studied over every memory of her in his mind. She was perfect, he just knew it. He was drawn to her. It wasn't love - he knew nothing about her! It was something different from love. It was just as powerful, he felt. "I'm betting you again. I don't care what happens, just, flip," he said.
Sasha smiled wickedly. "Nobody ever has before," she said, "Maybe I could change me rules. Maybe all I'll let you boys do it eat out my behind. What then?"
"Then I'll go ahead on my knees," Braiden said softly, giving the sweetest smile he could.
Sasha licked her lips and grinned. "It's your second time playing, I'm afraid I have to make it double or nothing. I'll take you to a private room, though," she said, licking her lips, "I think you've embarrassed yourself enough."
"Double? What does that mean?"
"An hour instead of a minute," she said. Either way, she'd be getting tongue of some sort for an hour from the male. "And I'm not changing my rules, so, run along," she said.
"Flip," he said, raising his chin up.
"An hour?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "It's going to land on tails. You know that. I know that. I never lose, I always win. You're going to be eating my tailhole out for an hour," she said, "you really want me to flip?"
"You might miss."
"Never."
"I don't care, I'm betting on it," he said, sternly. He wasn't going to back down. He didn't care if he had to eat her out for an hour or four hours or a whole day, getting her in a room alone would be a dream come true.
Sasha remained silent, simply staring at him for a few minutes. "Why?" she asked.
"Because. Because... you're just... I don't know how to say it. I've never felt like this before, not to people I've loved with my whole heart for years," he said.
"It's infatuation, boy."
"I don't care if it is. I'll do anything to be with you," he said, only at that moment understanding how much of a psycho he must have sounded like.
"I think you're just saying that," Sasha said, raising her head, seeming to be almost optimistic, if the emotion applied.
"And I think you're a witch."
Sasha grinned, "Because coins like me?"
"Because I need you this much," Braiden said, "and I'm not like this. I would never eat out a girl's tailhole willingly, just to get her attention for a few minutes... that's not me. I've never felt this strongly about anyone, and that must mean something."
"Come here," Sasha said, pushing her chair back a little and patting her lap. As Braiden got up and came over she guided him into sitting on her strong thighs, facing away from her so he could see the table. She unzipped her pants and unbuttoned. Much to his joy she reached down his back and into her pants, quivered just slightly, then, pulled her damp finger up to brush against his nose.
Braiden closed his eyes and leaned into it, sniffing rapidly, shifting his hips backwards against her. She was in heat, just like he'd predicted in her smell the night before.
Sasha smiled, knowing that he got the point. "I feel the same way about you, boy," she whispered into his ear, smiling further as he licked at her dampened finger with his most wondrous tongue. "Everything or nothing. Tails or Heads, you go away, you never see me again. You never come back here, you never even think about trying to talk to me again. If you get neither or both, I take you upstairs. I get out of my clothes, I take you out of yours, and I let you into me. No condoms, no birth control. You fuck me, then, we wait, and you fuck me again, and again, and again until you can't take it anymore," she whispered, "you get me. All of me, for the rest of your life, and you get what comes from me," she whispered, placing his paw gently on her stomach.
Braiden was speechless, really. How could he possibly get anything but heads or tails? How was he supposed to get both without two coins? His mind stopped caring, though, as he licked the finger and thought about fucking Sasha in her heat. He didn't care about the consequences, he wanted any and all - good and bad - for just one chance in that bedroom. "Alright," he quivered.
He remained in her lap and looked down, watching as she flipped her coin onto the table. It rolled around and around just as before. The coin slowed and slowed, wavering to each and every side to give heads or tails to the pair of lions sitting on the single chair. Braiden watched in growing anticipation, not really sure of why he was watching. Either way, he'd lose. He'd never see her again. But if he won... oh, if he won, he'd have everything he ever wanted. He didn't care if it was impossible, he needed the chance.
The coin stopped.
Braiden was in disbelief, and Sasha just smiled. The coin had stopped rolling in the very center of the table, standing on its side. It'd refused to land on either, thus, giving them both sides.
He won.
Sasha took his paw and motioned him to get up onto his feet. She followed, then, quickly walked to the stairs that led to the incredibly expensive private rooms.
Braiden's eyes stuck to her swaying behind the entire time, his mind transported back to the night before when he was muzzle-deep in it in front of everyone. He mindlessly followed her, not questioning at all the fact that she simply walked right by guards and into a room with him. She did say she was friends with the owners, after all. Soon the young lion found himself in a dimly lit, black-painted room fit with only a bed.
Sasha stood in front of the bed and slowly disrobed herself in front of him. She started with her top, reaching behind herself with incredibly flexibility to pull the back zipper down. She smiled, watching Braiden practically drool as the top came off, falling to the floor. Sasha was braless, so, the male was getting a view of her seemingly perfect, taught breasts covering her chest.
Braiden reacted by almost tearing off his shirt in haste - instead, he simply pulled it off like it was on fire, throwing it down to the floor. He unbuttoned his pants and growled while forcing his pants down, stepping out to be fully naked for Sasha. His Sasha. She was perfect, and she was his... he'd won her, against all of the odds she'd stacked against him. Or had she simply been seeing if he'd bet for her? Either way, it didn't change how he felt about her, or the feelings he had at the moments about the mating.
Sasha laid down on the bed and smiled at him. Her pants had been left unbuttoned and unzipped, letting her scent rise into the air to reach his nose. She gently pushed down her leather pants, then, simply let them slide off of her toned legs onto the floor. The lioness laid out on the bed in front of the young male, keeping her legs spread enough for him to get as nice a few of her crotch as he wanted.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Maybe not, but, you will," she said, reaching out her paw to beckon him closer.
He obeyed. He crawled up onto the bed and rested on top of her, softly moaning onto her lips at the simple feel of her warm body underneath his. He placed his first kiss to her lips at the same moment he first pressed his stiffened shaft against her cunt, grinding it down and upwards to make her squirm with a soft moan of her own.
Without words they kissed, they bit necks, they licked lips and ears with nothing but hearted moans and purrs. Braiden kept bucking his hips, humping his cock with increasing roughness against the lioness' swollen, aroused labia. He took deep sniffs of her fur, running down to her neck where he pressed his nose against her and licked her short, fine fur with his coarse tongue. Slowly the male sat up but kept his head bent down, trailing that rough tongue down her body until he was so bent over that he was licking underneath her soft breasts, running his whiskered cheeks up against her nipples to make her grip the bed sheets underneath.
Raising his lips up, he dragged them along her breast until he took the nipple into his maw. He gently bit at it, making her jolt and give a pleasured yelp of surprise. After a few seconds of gentle suckling he bit again and forced his hips forward, this time at a steeper angle. His cock slipped inside of her wet folds, making a wet slopping noise as his hips met with her thighs, having completely lodged himself into her in one quick, breathless stroke.
Sasha arched her back up and cried gently, quivering underneath him. She wrapped her legs up around his cock and tried to slow down her breathing. "Fuck me..." she growled, feeling the heat overtake all of her thoughts. All she wanted was to be mated hard and fast. She leaned up and bit his ear, causing him to yelp. "Whoever cums first is the one who gives up their place and moves in with the winner," she said.
"It's a deal..." replied Braiden, grinning as he pulled out and gave a quick thrust forward, causing them both to moan. Braiden had some moderate experience with women, so, he tried to use that to his advantage. He lowered his hips as much as he could and fucked up in fast, hard strokes, trying to maximize how hard and how much he fucked against her clit.
Giving a loud cry from the surprisingly good opening thrusts, Sasha grabbed his head with both paws and forced his muzzle in between her breasts, then, rubbed them against his cheeks, playing on the fascination he'd had with them earlier. She gave gentle, pained yelps from the light bites on her breast that she got. It hurt more than he realized, she supposed, but it was all intensifying the pleasure that was being forced up between her legs.
Braiden looked up from the mounds of flesh forced against his head and looked at her neck, the one he'd lightly nibbled before. Getting a sudden, intense flash of head in his mind, he forced his head up and latched his maw around her neck, biting down harder than either of them had bitten yet, hoping for a certain reaction.
Sasha gave it. She screamed out before quivering and moaning in tormenting pleasure. She squirmed and held her breath, trying to ignore the intense pain and pleasure coming from her neck, which only amplified the feelings coming from her cunt. "No!" she cried out, before giving a half laugh, half cry of pleasure, signalling that in the interests of their bet he really shouldn't. "N-no, st-stop!" she yelled, trying to forced him out of her. She was close, too close, she felt the waves already building up in her thighs.
"I won, this is what I want," whispered Braiden, before again biting down on her neck, "beg for my kittens..." he whispered.
Sasha couldn't help herself. Staring up at the ceiling, she tightened her legs around him to bring more force into the poundings he was driving into her body. "P-please!" she cried, her mind focusing on her crotch and her stomach. She imagined him pouring life into her, his warmth... in her heart and heat, it was all Sasha wanted. "G-give them to me..." she pleaded, "P-please..."
Braiden felt she was getting close by the tightening of her cunt around him. He slowed his pace down, opting for intensely strong, apt thrusts right against her clit. He felt himself building up, but, he needed her to get off. He needed her to surrender, just as he had to her.
Sasha couldn't take it anymore. She screamed up to the ceiling as her climax came. Her juices spurted around his shaft, further lubricating his forceful entry of her. It rode on for a few of his thrusts, and by the end of it she was looking to him with a submissive face, expecting him to show victory.
He didn't. All he had was love and lust in his eyes, perhaps not in that order, but, they were there. Feeling that he couldn't hold off any long himself Braiden thrust forward quicker and quicker, resuming his faster pace for a few thrusts. Soon, though, the male thrust himself deep inside and felt his barbs flex, locking him inside of her with a simultaneous yelp of pain from her. He roared out like a proper lion as he came, spurting rope after rope of seed deep into her womb.
After his climax rode out he collapsed down on top of her and gently nipped at her neck, sniffing in her scent in their afterglow.
"I should let you know, Sasha," he whispered almost twenty minutes later, "my place is a bachelor... one bed... but I bet we can fit," he whispered, "at least for a few months..." he said, placing a paw on the side of her stomach, rubbing affectionately.
While laying on the bed, messy crotches locked together, the two felines talked and kissed, getting to know each other. It was backwards, perhaps, from the way love should form, and most likely wasn't a good omen in favour of the length of their union. Somehow, though, Braiden thought they'd beat the odds.