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Biting Ninja, Missing Member

_A birthday gift for Konu from Zyxxs _

The mysterious figure strode as silently as he could into the bar, the various pungent odors of the place burning in his nostrils and stinging his eyes -- the establishment was never a garden of roses to begin with, but today it was especially rank. Immediately, the patrons sitting at the closest table gave him weird looks -- and for good reason: he was dressed from head to toe in a black cloth garb, a strip of olive-green skin across foreboding pupil-less eyes were all that showed out of his cowl. It was actually a ninja Halloween costume that he had purchased on clearance from the local thriftshop, having stopped there on the way to the bar. Awkwardly he had slipped into the costume in the confines of his tiny jalopy, parked in the back lot of the bar, feeling entirely ridiculous and uncomfortably overdressed as he had emerged from his vehicle and entered the establishment.

"Damn Charn," the ninja muttered to himself beneath his breath as more patrons took notice of him, staring at him as if he had grown a second head -- and for all intents and purposes, he might as well have, "How the hell does he convince me to do these things!?"

The ninja then made his way deeper into the bar, trying his best to ignore all the staring and chuckling and whispering. Beneath his cowl his green face blushed a bright red in embarrassment; the sooner he was finished with this errand, the better, that was for sure. The ninja began to scan the bar for a suitable subject, his piercing gaze settling upon a big, tubby lion, clad in leathers that left very little to the imagination. The lion was seated on a bar stool, legs outstretched and crossed, smoking a fat cigar. The ninja's eyes were transfixed upon the lion's crotch, which bulged out lewdly, tightly encased in the dark, sleek, shiny material of the leather jockstrap that he wore over his chaps.

The lion must have caught him ogling, "A little fucking early for Halloween, don't you think?" He asked in a deep, commanding, baritone voice as he snuffed his cigar in a nearby ashtray.

The ninja's heart raced, his face burning an even brighter shade of hot red beneath his cowl...but he stood his ground, "It's my traditional clansman uniform," the lie came out immediately, convincingly...he had expected such a question, "but I forgive you for the insult."

"Is that so!?" The lion only laughed heartily, crossing his meaty arms, obviously quite amused. He leaned back against the bar, thrusting his hips forward so that his package stuck up into the air in even plainer view, "Do you like what you see, ninja boy?"

"Perhaps I do," the ninja responded, slowly approaching. It was time to start buttering him up, "I've checked out the rest of the men in this establishment, and you are by far the most...well-endowed."

"Yeah? Well any fucking idiot can see that!"

The ninja caught himself before he raised an eyebrow. Here was yet another arrogant prick of a Big Daddy top. The ninja was already convinced that he had picked out a suitable target -- one whom he wouldn't regret doing what needed to be done to. The bait was dropped...he just needed the lion to bite.

The ninja extended a gloved hand, "How rude of me, Sir. My name is..." he was cut off as his hand was slapped away by a big paw.

"I don't give a flying fuck what your name is, you fucking weirdo! You subs are all just meat to me," The lion shifted in his stool, "My name's Leroy. But yeah, Sir will do. I also like being called Daddy,"

Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, the ninja had to hold back from just rolling his eyes, Command me to suck your cock already and let's get this over with.

"Tell ya what, ninja boy," Leroy got to his feet, adjusting himself before clapping one big paw on the ninja's shoulder, "Why don't we find ourselves a nice private place? And I can get you out of that ridiculous getup and see what you really look like. Can't fully enjoy you all covered up like that, you know!"

The ninja was almost enraged at the repeated insults about his outfit, but then he remembered that Leroy was right...it was a ridiculous getup -- a cheesy dime store Halloween costume. The ninja smiled, having almost believed his own cover story.

"Why...of course, Daddy," He winced as he unconsciously accentuated the last word -- he had to watch himself and not come off as being sarcastic. With the way he was dressed, it was a miracle he had picked up a big-balled Sir on his first try; he had been convinced it would have taken all night.

With that, he felt Leroy begin to drag him away from the bar area.

"'Hey!" The greasy orc bartender called out after the pair, "I hope your ninja training included some serious anal exercises!" He cackled.

Whatever. Fuckhead.

Now, the ninja was certainly no pencil-necked geek -- he had some real mass on him, but the way Leroy dragged him through the bar like a rag doll was a testament to the lion's strength. This made the ninja very uneasy...he had to move quickly, lest Leroy snap him in half and throw him away (which was probably going to happen anyway even if he had been legitimately looking for a night of rough sex and followed Leroy's every command).

It wasn't very long at all before Leroy had dragged the ninja into a booth in the especially filthy back rooms of the establishment.

"Get your ass in there!" The lion roared as the ninja suddenly found himself being shoved through the curtains into a rat's hole of a breeding place. Leroy soon stomped in after, his steel-toed boots clacking heavily against the floor. He plopped down on the bench.

Asshole!

All of a sudden, the ninja felt himself being seized by the throat. He was hoisted up off the floor, finding himself staring at that large, undulating lion's crotch.

With his free hand, Leroy yanked down the mask portion of the ninja's cowl, almost ripping the fabric clean off, tucking it beneath the ninja's chin. A large, tusked mouth was exposed.

"Ahh! An orc!" Leroy leered, "I thought so!" He brought his paw to his crotch, and then the monster was unleashed. The orc ninja's eyes bulged as he caught sight of it...the lion was at least nine inches long, and as thick as a soda can. The balls beneath it, encased in their fuzzy pouch, were as big as plums. Big, fat, ripe, juicy plums...

They were perfect.

"Let's get down to business, you ninja SLUT!"

The orc ninja cried out as Leroy suddenly gripped his cheeks, pinching down hard and forcing his mouth wide open. He then felt a paw at the back of his head, and before he knew it, he was being choked...a monster of a lion dick shoved all the way into the back of his throat. He began to panic, flailing.

"Mmm! Got some fight in ya, I see!" Leroy grinned wickedly, his penis only expanding within the ninja's throat, "You'd better hurry and finish me off before you choke to death! And believe me, I don't give a damn if that happens! I'll just go find some other slut who can get my rocks off tonight!"

The ninja cried out around the monstrous lion cock in his mouth, feeling Leroy pull his head off it to the tip, and then rammed him down again. Up, then down again. Up, down, up, down...shit! The lion was doing ALL the work, forcing him to bob, and all the while Leroy was thrusting as well, giving that orcish throat a hard workout. And it wasn't very long at all before the ninja started to feel faint, his eyes beginning to roll back into his head, and Leroy wasn't even near climax at all.

You'd better act quick, or he's gonna kill you! His mind desperately warned.

Steeling himself, he waited until the next time Leroy forced his head down. Once the ninja felt his lips touch the base of Leroy's cock, he prayed that his orcish teeth were sharp enough to defeat the monster...

...and then he bit down as hard as he possibly could, adrenaline pumping to force his jaws completely closed. He felt his teeth tearing through the thick but sensitive flesh, severing all the vital parts of the penis as his mouth was then overwhelmed with the coppery taste of blood. He jerked his head back and there was a horrid tearing sound, signaling the finality of the act...the lion's cock was still buried back within his throat, still choking him, but it was now separated from its Master.

For a moment, the ninja looked into Leroy's face, which was frozen in a mixture of agony and terror at what had just transpired. Feeling smug satisfaction, the ninja gripped the lion's balls with one gloved hand, squeezing them hard, and then pinched them off at their base.

"Was it good for you?" At least, that's what the ninja wanted to say, but the words only came out of his mouth as an unintelligible, choking, blood-spurting mess.

Oh well.

Reaching into his boot, the ninja produced a cleverly-hidden switchblade. There was a telltale *SHINK!* as the blade was opened, and then with a blur of razor-sharp, unforgiving metal, the lion's fuzzy pouch, filled with its plump and juicy goodies, cleanly came free in the ninja's hand.

Leroy opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out but a pathetic mewl, his head lowered toward his freshly-nullified crotch that was now gushing blood, his eyes threatening to pop right out of his skull.

The orc ninja clenched his free hand into a fist, winding back, and then he clocked the lion squarely in the jaw. The big leather lion took a tumble off the bench like King Kong falling from the Empire State Building, crashing to the floor in a heap. Gagging, the ninja yanked the severed penis from his mouth, spitting his mouthful of lion blood upon the fallen Leroy before pulling his mask back up. Then, with cock in one hand and balls in the other, the ninja stepped over the unconscious form and left the booth, drawing the curtains back into place behind him.

Beneath his mask, the ninja was wearing the biggest bloody grin ever, his heart full of accomplishment. Giving the huge, juicy lion balls in his hand a satisfied squeeze, he knew he was about to help make a certain badger very happy! Yes...very happy indeed!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KONU!

LOVE,

ZYXXS