Leonidas and Destrier
Leonidas and Destrier
By Nero
The prince and his bodyguard were taken quite by surprise deep in the twilight forest, on the trail of a magnificent hart. Three rough looking highwaymen had noticed the two hunters and judged from their rich trappings and the regal bearing of the young lion-man, who they might be.
"It is He". Whispered a bull-man, very like the minotaur of mythology in appearance.
"I suspect that you are right, judging from his pretty face and fancy clothes." Replied a draft horse-man.
"I'll bet that he would, likewise, bring a pretty ransom, if he were kidnapped." chimed in a wolf-man.
With an unsavory look and a nod of understanding, the three separated into the forest, stalking the two huntsmen. Further on and oblivious to any impending danger, the huntsmen were intent on their quarry.
"My Lord, the stag must be somewhere close at hand for his tracks are newly made." The tiger-man said, as he scanned the horizon. "There, My Lord! Between those two trees, do you see it?" And indeed, there was a magnificent stag only short distance off. The prince, however, did not see it. For at that same instant, a shadowy form tackled him from behind. "Aghhh!" was all he could shout in defiance before the ground unceremoniously knocked the wind out of him. The tiger turned to see a huge bull with a drawn sword standing over the fallen form of his charge. His hand went for his own sword, when another shadowy form leapt at him from the bushes. He managed to half-draw his weapon before the ground surreptitiously came up to greet him as well. The tiger had not fallen as hard as the lion-lord and was quickly on his feet, sword in hand. As the two beast-men quickly fell to swordplay with the tiger, the prince recovered enough to get to his knees, draw his bow and notch an arrow into it. The tiger fought like a... well... a tiger, while the young lion took careful aim. The last thing the lion-lord saw was the tiger holding his own, but just as he released his arrow a massive hoof struck him in the side, sending him flying.
The young lion-lord lay sprawled out on his back, stunned and breathless from the sudden impact. What he did not see in his dazed condition was the almost simultaneous strike of the wolf's sword into the tiger's shoulder and, his arrow bury itself deep into the bull's back. The tiger's sword fell to the ground at roughly the same time that the bull hit his knees. In the time it took for the wolf catch his comrade and ease him to the ground, the tiger bolted, shouting for help, in the direction of a nearby hamlet.
"I'm going after that feline bastard, before he reaches the village." Shouted the near hysterical wolf.
"Get him!" sounded the deep voice of the draft horse. "I'll take care of these two." These words were shouted by the huge yellow-dun as he straddled the prince to prevent him from regaining his feet. As he sat on the semi-coherent lion and watched the wolf run off in another one of his insane rages, he wondered if his impetuous companion would keep his cool and bring the tiger back alive. Unlikely!
The massive horse was brought back to the situation at hand by the hands of the situation grasping each side of his waist and sinking their now fully coherent owner's claws through the thick animal furs that he wore for warmth and into the soft flesh beneath. The draft horse gasped and clamped a hand onto each of the lion's wrists. A look of surprise melted into one of retaliation and he smiled deviously, staring down into the frightened yet defiant face of the prince.
"Get off of me, you blackguard!" Hissed the prince.
"Blackguard? Perhaps so." Answered the draft horse as he began to tighten his fists around he prince's wrists and pull the cat's claws off of his body. The prince dug deeper into the horse's hide, in a desperate attempt to hang on. He could feel his claws tearing through the great equine's skin as its huge hands pulled his claws from its sides then, pinned them to the ground on each side of his head. The prince struggled in vain against the massive weight and powerful grip of the draft horse. The prince was a lithe and strong young lion but he was in the early stages of manhood and this horse was a seasoned warrior, well into his prime; obviously 10 to 15 years the lion's senior and probably out weighing him by half.
The young lion's face betrayed his fear and surprise at the casual disregard of his razor sharp claws. The horse leaned over until his long blond face was only a few inches from the lion's. The prince could feel the horse's hot breath as it spoke in a soft and deep voice. "I'll forgive the claws this time Milord but if you ever sink a claw into my skin again, I'll stomp your ass into the ground." The horse now began to whisper even lower, it's lips brushed against the young lion's cheek as it spoke. "I'll start by kicking in your sharp teeth and breaking every bone in that handsome face of yours. If you live, your own father won't recognize you." The horse knew the combination of the fierceness of his words and the closeness of his proximity were unnerving the young lion and he did enjoy this. The horse brushed his muzzle tenderly along the lion's jaw and exhaled softly against its neck then, he released the lion and began to stand. As he lumbered up onto his feet, he said, "I suppose the blood on my sides is only proper payback for your cracked ribs. Was it this side?" The horse asked, as he dug his plate-sized hoof into the lion's side where he had kicked him earlier. The prince screamed in pain and tears welled up in his eyes as the horse walked away to gather up his wounded comrade, leaving the young lion in too much pain to even sit up, let alone make an escape.
Four hours later saw the young lion lord tied to a tree in the camp of the highwaymen. Two makeshift tents of hide had been thrown up and, a campfire was burning brightly in the cold night air. The horse had not been unduly rough with the prince, but the young prince had refrained from resisting or provoking the bandit any further. Every strenuous movement or deep breath brought the prince considerable pain. Apparently, the horse had cracked a rib or two. The prince sat still and quiet now and suffered little, except from the cold wind that was beginning to whip through the forest. The wolf had returned shortly afterward. He had caught up with the wounded tiger and, in a fit of rage, dispatched with its life. Upon entering the campsite, he picked up a club and ran up to the bound lion and began to beat him. He got one or two good strikes in before the huge horse had grabbed the wolf by the arm and wrenched the club from his grasp.
"He's had enough for one night. Leave him be." The horse was obviously dominant, for the wolf grudgingly acquiesced. The prince shot a grateful look to the horse, which snorted and walked away. The bull had been carried into one of the tents and was being cared for by the two villains alternately. He was not doing too well, evidently.
These two highwaymen were diametrically opposed to one another. They argued and shouted over all that was discussed and no decisions were reached in the end. Several times, the prince thought that the wolf was going to attack the horse but the draft horse's great size and strength had caused the wolf to think the better of it. The prince got the impression that the great horse would have liked nothing better than to provoke the wolf into a fight, he would have likely killed him if he had. In the end, the two bandits managed to agree on only one thing; they needed to bring the bull back to health, for he had apparently been the stabilizing force of the troop. No decision had been made in regards to the prisoner. They ate their supper in front of him, not offering him anything or even acknowledging him. The wolf had then gone into the tent where the bull lay, to watch over him through the night and, the horse had gone to his tent alone.
The fire was dying out and the night winds were blowing up a light dusting of snow. The prince lay on the open ground in his thin silk shirt and velvet pants. His heavy cloak and warm brocade topcoat had been confiscated for the wounded bull, who began to complain of being cold and unable to feel his extremities, despite his heavy blanket. A turn of the hourglass all but put the fire out and left the prince shivering. The biting wind stung his face and hands and, powdered the ground around him with snow. His shivering became almost violent and, wracked his body with pain, for the way it jarred his side. Not quite another hour had passed when the dreadful realization arrived with the prince that he would most likely freeze to death in the night. His captors had either left him to this end or, had forgotten him.
The prince, full of pride but out of options, cried out in his most authoritative voice. "You can't leave me out here like this. The fire has gone out and the temperature is falling." The young lion was alarmed at the sound of his own voice, instead of commanding and powerful it sounded weak and helpless. He called out again in an even more pitiable tone "Please! I'll freeze to death by morning." Perhaps it had been too long already. He was slowly loosing interest in his own salvation. He actually didn't feel all that cold anymore and, the pain was quickly diminishing in his side. He was starting to get very sleepy, too. He closed his eyes and began to drift into unconsciousness when a violent shake brought him back. He opened his eyes and saw two immense hooves planted on the ground directly in front of him and, a shadowy figure looming above him. The prince said nothing and closed his eyes again. He wanted to fall back asleep, but the tall figure had other plans. It grabbed him by the arms and pulled him to his feet. The prince awoke but was unable to stand on his own. He looked up into the dark eyes of the great draft horse as it spoke to him.
"Wake up! You mustn't go to sleep, not yet." The horse had cut his bonds and was half-carrying him to his tent. There was a small fire going inside the little tent. The horse had to kneel once inside, for the tent's low roof. It was only a place to sleep and keep warm. The horse let his cloak fall from his naked shoulders as he knelt beside the groggy lion and began to undress him. The young lion lazily watched the huge muscles of the horse flexing under its blond hide, as it moved about removing the prince's garments. The prince was awed by the horse's heavily muscled form. Its hide was scarred and abused from years of desperate living. There was even a brand on one of its hips. The short coat of fur that covered its body was golden and its long thick mane and tail were black, as was the shaggier fur on its forearms and calves.
The horse lay the lion onto a bed of furs after removing his elegant clothing then paused a moment, looking down at the young lord. The lion had reached adulthood but, only recently so. His dark mane was not as thick and luxuriant as it would one day be. Dark shaggy fur was beginning to replace the short body coat in other places as well. It was beginning to grow under his arms and under his chin. A patch had also taken root on his chest and was spreading down a narrow path to another between his legs. The young lion's body was sinewy and graceful. The powerful horse touched the lion's cheek tenderly then, ran his fingers through the prince's chest fur and down his belly. "You are very handsome, Milord. It would have been a shame for you to freeze out there tonight. I'm glad you finally called to me." With that, the horse lay down against him and pulled some blankets of fur over them.
When the young prince felt the heat from the great horse's body, he began to shiver violently again. He pulled himself tight against the warm fleshy body of the huge horse until the shivering began to subside and the pain from it's subsequent jarring of his sides did also. He was exhausted and, starting to doze when the horse shifted his weight and began to slide on top of him. The immense weight of the draft horse pressing down on his sore torso immediately revived the young lion. "What are you..." the lion began to say, but the horse's mouth covered his own in a passionate kiss before he could finish. The young lion was instantly awake and struggling beneath the great weight of the horse. For an instant his claws extended, but he remembered the stallion's former threats and quickly retracted them. In a minute he did however, manage to clamber out of the equine's bed and crouched in horror near the flap at the tent's entrance.
The stallion was furious. "You ungrateful little bastard! I just saved your life; I wasn't going to hurt you! You're the one who called to me."
"I was freezing to death. I just wanted help. I didn't want... that." The lion said pitifully. "Please, just let me go."
"I'm not holding you here. If you want to go then, GO!" The horse shouted, as he thrust an enormous hoof into the young lion's chest, sending him flying out of the tent. The lion cried out in pain but, finding himself free, began to run into the woods. He didn't get far however, before he began to breath hard, which caused too much pain for him to continue. He stood against a tree, catching his breath and grimacing from the sharp pain that each breath brought with it. As his breathing slowed and the pain subsided, he started to analyze his situation. He was at least four hours from the nearest village and in too much pain to travel at a fast pace. The temperature was still dropping and, he was now without any clothes whatsoever. He would never make the village in this condition. He must go back.
He was beginning to shiver again when he resigned himself to beg for mercy. He slowly approached the tent's entrance and quietly spoke as he lifted the flap to the opening. The horse was sitting in his bed of animal furs glaring at him, when he peered in.
"Please, I can't make it to the village like this. Could I please, just..." But the young lion-lord stopped as the stallion pulled the blankets off his powerful legs and cocked one back, preparing to pummel the lion.
"I won't hold back this time. Get out or, this kick will break you in two." Threatened the stallion.
"No, please. I beg of you. What do you want of me?"
"You know very well. The deal is this; the warmth of my bed for the pleasures of your body."
The lion's face expressed his terror as he pleaded, "Please, good Sir! Do not do this. I can reward you greatly when I return to the palace. Just ask for anything you desire. I can attain it for you."
"I've already told you what I desire. Have you merely returned to tease me?"
"Sir, please, be reasonable". said the lion desperately but, the stallion only raised his leg in preparation for another powerful kick.
"The next word that issues from your mouth, My Lord, will be the last that passes over those pretty teeth for, I will kick them out as a reply, I swear."
The lion paused and judged by the furious expression on the stallion's face of his seriousness. He turned and looked longingly out the door one last time and then, in a low and broken voice said, "Alright. I will do what you ask."
The lion sat, shivering, staring out into the night and tears welled up in his eyes. A large muscular arm encircled his waist and, the stallion's soft muzzle brushed against his ear, whispering, "I'm not going to hurt you. Work with me and it can be pleasurable for you too."
The stallion pushed him gently onto the soft bed of furs and began to kiss him copiously. The lion merely continued to cry, silently.
After a minute or two the horse stopped. "What is wrong with you? Am I hurting you in some way? Why do you not kiss me back?"
"Kiss you!?" The young lion said in surprise.
"Do you find my body so ugly?"
The lion merely stared at him in bewilderment.
"Well, do you find me hideous?" asked the stallion, as he held the lion at arms length and offered him a good look at his muscular frame.
"No, your body is comely... for a stallion". Replied the prince, as he looked down from the horse's broad chest to his slightly distended stallionhood. "But I am no one's plaything. I am the Crown Prince. One day my rule will dominate this land. I was not meant to be used as a common whore, especially by someone so far beneath..." The lion paused awkwardly for a moment and began again. "What I mean to say is; if I were to have a liaison with another, it would be someone of my choosing and at my own discretion. You, Sir, wound my pride and injure my dignity!"
The horse looked at the prince with a dumbfounded expression and said nothing for a moment. The prince wiped his eyes and looked at the horse sadly. Had he gotten through to him? Could this ruffian be reasonable?
Then the stallion spoke "I am sorry, Milord. I have no intentions of humiliating you. You are my prisoner this is true but I do not wish to rape you. I have been on the run for a long time, with no recent intimacies. You are refined and elegant, graceful and alluring. I want to hold you, be close to you... and, I'm as horny as a sex starved rabbit." The stallion paused for another moment, looking into the lion lord's emerald green eyes. The young lion merely stared back coldly.
"Let us approach this from another angle. You would not feel degraded if I were the one bringing pleasure to you, would you?" The lion did not answer before the stallion grabbed him with one hand and began kissing him softly and passionately on the face and neck, then with his other hand, began to fondle the young lion lord. The lion was so taken off guard by this change of direction that, he simply weathered the affront, in a slightly confused state. The horse gently rubbed the young lion's balls with the fingers of his huge hand and massaged the feline's sheath with his thumb. The stallion then began sliding his muzzle down the lion's soft body until he found two small nipples hidden in the fur. There, it suckled and licked a while, before forcefully kissing his way back up to the young lion's mouth. The prince's fur was soft and clean and smelled sweetly of perfume. The confused lion now began to kiss back and, the stallion was momentarily caught off guard by the roughness of the cat's tongue. Then, much to the horse's amusement, he could feel the young feline's maleness beginning to swell under the pressure of his insistent thumb. Another minute or so of this and, it started to outgrow its furry sheath. The horse's rough hand now brushed across its sensitive tip and the cat jerked his hips back.
"I'm sorry, Milord. I did not meant to be rough with you. My hand is hard and calloused. It is too rough to polish the prince's scepter with. I will use something a little softer. With that, the horse bent his huge head down and placed his soft lips around the deep red shaft pointing outward. With a soft suckling noise, the entire length of the feline's half-hard pizzle was now sheathed in the horse's muzzle. The stallion was surprised by the roughness of the cat's cock head, for he had never been with a male cat before. The lion was amazed at how gentle this great brute was being with his lionhood. No cat could give such sensual pleasure with it's mouth for, their tongues are too rough and their teeth too sharp. The stallion's tongue however, was soft and smooth and its teeth were blunt. The cat began rubbing the horse's great shoulders and running his fingers through its thick black mane affectionately, as the horse suckled the lion to his full size and hardness. Then, the young lion began to get nervous again and pushed the horse out from between his legs. "Sir, you must stop or I won't be able to hold myself back."
The horse released the lion's throbbing cock and sat up, looking him directly in the eyes. There was a little drop of spit trickling down his chin, as he whispered heavily to the now feverish cat, "I don't want you to hold back, Milord. I want to taste cat's cream for the first time, tonight." The young lion-lord looked at the stallion in disbelief and the horse leaned in, giving him a long wet kiss on the mouth. Then, he bent down again and began to simultaneously fondle the lion's balls and suckle on his penis again. This sent fire through the cat's veins and he began to breath heavily, while massaging the horse's great shoulders and neck. Soon the young lion began to pump his hips gently. The stallion was amused with the lion's new participation and continued to indulge him. But soon, a deep growl began rumbling up from the lion's throat and a vicious snarl spread across his face. The equine was a little unnerved by the savage sounds the lion was now making but before he chose to react, the cat dug his claws into the back of the horse's head and gave a violent thrust with his hips. The horse jerked and let out a muffled squeal in surprise but the cat's claws held his head in place. The big horse was a little frightened. What was he thinking to have allowed himself to get into such a vulnerable position? He began to feel blood trickle down under his chin and at the same time he felt a hot thick liquid squirting into his mouth. The young lion was cumming. For a few moments the cat thrust his pelvis roughly into the horse's muzzle, flooding its mouth with lion semen. The ferocious sounds dissipated with the tide, and the claws slowly retracted as the prince came back to his senses. All at once, the young cat caught sight of the blood and realized what he'd done. He jumped back from the horse in terror, his still dripping pizzle quickly retreating into its furry sheath. The young feline cowered against the wall as the stallion raised his head and placed his hand over the fresh wounds behind his ears.
"I'm so sorry. Please! I didn't mean to do that. Cats cannot control themselves when they are in a state of passion like that. I warned you I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer and you kept encouraging me. Please!? Are you angry with me?" Came a torrent of words from the frightened young lion.
The horse merely glared at the prince and wiped the blood from under his jaw. After a moment the stallion regained his composure and replied, "It's all right, Milord, but you should have warned me."
"You jumped on me so fast I didn't have time to think of it. It's common knowledge among cats and, I've never been... intimate with another species before. It didn't occur to me that you wouldn't know. Sometimes I scratch and bite roughly and, don't even know what I've done until it's over."
The horse sat a few minutes recuperating and the prince began to calm down, when the horse said, "Your tongue and the tip of your pizzle are rough, almost sharp."
"Yes, that is the way it is with cats. You knew I didn't want to be intimate with you. It is your own fault if you found it unpleasant. Lions and horses weren't meant to breed."
"It is alright, Milord. I wanted to pleasure you". Replied the stallion humbly. "Don't you see? I scratch your back and you scratch mine. Now, you can pleasure me in return for what I've done. There's no belittlement in it for you because I went first. You're merely paying off a debt.
The young lion stared at the horse in surprise, as the situation began to reveal itself. The stallion now moved close to the lion again and took his hand. He pressed the lion's hand against his massive sex organs and whispered,
"Handle me." then, kissed the lion in the mouth again.
It took the young lion a moment or two for this to sink in. What else could he do? So, he began to fondle the horse's enormous balls and kiss him deeply. He then grasped the heavy cock that swung between the draft horse's mighty legs and stroked it tenderly. He began to focus the attention of his kissing and licking down the equine's neck and chest. He found a large dark nipple and began suckle but, the big horse flinched and said softly "Milord, your teeth are sharp, they hurt." The lion raised his head and licked the horse's soft dark lips in reply then, began to work his way back down. His short licks and tender kisses moved down the equine's belly to the soft fur at the root of his mammoth penis. Then, he began to softly kiss and lick the draft horse's sexual organs. The horse's body smelled musky and the soft skin of his fleshy organs tasted of salt and dirt. The prince was slightly disgusted, and wondered how often horses bathed themselves. The great stallion began to breath heavily, and make soft moaning noises as the cat gently licked him clean.
Whenever he licked too close to the head of his swelling penis, however, the horse flinched and pulled back. The cat began to wonder how he was expected to get the stallion off, if it's cock was too delicate to take his sandpaper tongue, not to mention his razor teeth. The cat pondered this as the stallion became more aroused. How could the body of such a strong and massive creature be so soft and sensitive? The horse's breath was hot and sweet, his lips were soft and full and his tongue was smooth and slippery. The stallion's sexual organs, roughly twice the size of his own, were smooth and very sensitive. The huge stallion was incredibly powerful but apparently somewhat delicate, too.
The lion was considering this when he finished licking the stallion's maleness clean. Slowly, he licked and kissed his way back up its stomach and chest, to its strong thick neck. Then, the lion's tail began to twitch and, in the blink of an eye, he clamped his powerful jaws onto the horse's throat. The horse squealed in surprise and tried to pull himself free but, the more he struggled the tighter the lion bit down. The stallion fell back struggling, and the lion was atop him. The great horse was more frightened than he had been in a very long time. For a few moments, he thought he was about to meet his end but, as he lay under the lion's body, the cat released some of the pressure from it's jaws and the frightened horse was able to breath again. The feline's teeth had pierced the skin of his neck, but now he began to realize that it hadn't bitten down too deeply. Hope began to return to the horse. He knew the lion could have killed him if it had wanted to and he also knew how he had tormented the poor cat this day, but the young lion had chosen not to kill him. It was, so far, just trying to gain control over him. The lion growled fiercely and his tail thrashed wildly but he was not doing much else. The stallion decided to try and retake the dominant position.
"Get off of me, Pretty Boy. You haven't got the guts to kill me and, the longer you proceed with this the worse it will be for you in the end."
The lion growled in response. Then, he reached down and grabbed the stallion's fleshy balls with claws fully extended. He dug his claws in but did not break the skin. The stallion gasped in terror and said no more. Then the lion released his throat and hissed these words, brushing the terrified horse's neck with his lips and teeth as he spoke, "You're right, Pony Boy. I'm not going to kill you, but if you don't do exactly as I say, I will shred your balls and make a gelding out of you!" Accenting his words by driving the sharp tips of his claws into the stallion's heavy balls a little deeper. The horse was too frightened to contradict the cat under these circumstances and silently nodded his head in reply.
The cat looked around the tent and located his clothes. Then said, "I want your sword in addition to my own things. Where is it?"
The horse pointed to a pile of clothes.
"Slide your ass over and get it for me." the lion hissed.
The horse gingerly slid over to the clothes with the lion's claws still between his legs. He reached under the pile and produced a sword, handing it to the lion. The young cat smiled fiercely, as he took the sword in one hand.
"I should geld you anyway. A randy beast like you shouldn't be loosed on an innocent world. I will leave you in tact, however, Pony Boy, to whack off when you think back on the night you got to pleasure the Crown Prince." The lion pointed the sword at the prostrate horse and released it's balls to reach for his clothes. But, the instant he released the stallion, a steel hoof struck him in the jaw. The lion flew backward onto the ground and the sword fell from his grasp. The young lion lay stunned for a few seconds before the stallion grabbed him and threw him back onto the bed of furs.
"Pony boy?!" He shouted. "I'm through being gentle with you, Kitty. Now, we're gonna do this the hard way." The stallion grabbed the lion by it's mane and pulled him too his knees. The young lion was coming to his senses now and started to say something, but the stallion struck him in the mouth. "Hands and knees, Kitty! I'm gonna fuck you till you can no longer walk." The lion looked desperately into the great stallion's face, but the horse raised his fist in reply. The lion turned his face away. He didn't even struggle when the horse pushed him down and grabbed him by the waist with his huge hands. The young lion knew that any resistance at this point would be futile and resigned himself to his fate. "Ever been ridden by a horse, Kitty?" The stallion asked, as he jerked the lion's tail up. The cat merely flinched in reply. The lion could feel the horse sliding the tip of his dick between his ass cheeks. He pressed it up under his tail and the lion clenched his teeth but then, felt it being pulled away again. "Not quite hard enough, Pussy Cat, but with a view like this it won't be long." He said, as he slapped the lion hard on the ass. The lion could feel the draft horse's cock swelling as it slithered against his rump.
The horse began making excited whinnying sounds and snorting. He was getting feverishly worked up. Just when the lion began to wonder if the thing sliding between his thighs and plowing into the back of his balls was the horse's arm or his dick, he heard the horse say, "Just about right... If it gets too big and starts to flare before we begin, I won't be able to get it in."
At this, the lion looked bravely back over his shoulder to see the weapon he was about to be impaled by. His eyes opened wide and he turned his head quickly back away. "It's going to get even bigger?" The lion said, more to himself than to the horse.
But, the horse, having heard this, smiled wickedly and replied, "You bet your sweet ass, Kitty Cat. After I pound you a while, the tip will flare out and lock us together while I cum."
A shiver ran down the lion's spine.
"Hold still Kitty, this job is going to require a little deer fat." A few seconds later, the lion felt the huge hand of the horse rubbing something greasy up under his tail. As the calloused hand rubbed, a giant finger slipped up the lion's tail hole. The lion cringed and the horse laughed evilly. A few moments later, the horse had greased up his dick and was attempting to mount the cat. The lion knew they would soon be joined as the horse began to press hard under his tail. He felt his ass cheeks starting to part and soon the barrier was breached. The horse gasped, "Oh, my God, you're tight! Is this the first pony ride you've ever given, Pussy Cat?"
The lion clenched his teeth and dug his claws into the furs on the floor and a tear ran down his bruised cheek.
The stallion did not hold back. He rammed the tender ass of the young lion with all of his might. "I'm gonna churn your guts into butter, Kitty Cat." The young lion managed to keep from crying out but the stallion whinnied and squealed with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping the cat on the ass with each thrust. "Oh, Kitty Cat! I think I'm starting to flare!" the horse exclaimed, after a relatively short period of time. The young cat's ass was now lodged tightly between the stallion's tree trunk thighs. The entire length of the horse's shaft was buried deep within the feline's belly. The lion was beginning to have trouble catching his breath, now. The stallion began to run his hands up and down the lion's tight body. He leaned forward on top of the lion's back and reach under its belly. At length, he found what he was looking for.
"Kitty! You're dick is hard again. I knew you'd like it."
The prince, so overwhelmed by what was happening to him, was actually surprised to find that he was indeed sporting a throbbing hard on. The stallion began to fist the lion's penis. The lion thrashed and bucked wildly as the great stallion continued to breed him while jerking him off.
"We're nearing the end Kitty, hang on for your life."
The young cat began to cry out desperately and he gasped for breath as feline semen began to soak the furs beneath him.
The contractions on his flared cock, from the cat's violent orgasm, were enough to send the draft horse over the edge. With a final, particularly savage thrust, he began flooding the young cat's body with stallion semen. The lion collapsed under the equine's immense weight, he was completely spent. The stallion continued to grind his hips against the cat for another minute or two. Then, as he lay atop the young lion he asked, "An ass full of horse meat ain't such a bad thing is it, Kitty?"
The young lion made no response. The abuse he had withstood on this day had been too much for him. He lay passed out under the horse's virile body.
"Rest then, Pussy Cat. You deserve it." He whispered gently. The horse lay there a long while, joined with the cat. His penis returned to its normal size, as he lay there enjoying the feel of the cat's silky fur against his belly and the sweet smell of its body. He liked the feel of his huge balls wedged tightly between the lion's ass cheeks, at the base of its tail. And, he liked the feel of his dick, wrapped in the warmth of the lion's sleek body. He rubbed his muzzle softly against the lion's face and gave it a tender lick. Then he lay his cheek against the lion's long dark mane and closed his eyes too.
Next morning, the lion awoke to the sound of arguing from outside. He was alone in the tent, wrapped in a blanket of fur. One of the voices outside was that of the horse, the other that of the wolf.
"Well, where in the hell is he then?" shouted the hysterical voice of the wolf.
"I have him." was the reply.
"Taurus died in the night and that fucking cat shall pay for it with his life."
"Not by your hand he won't."
"Didn't you hear what I said? Taurus died from the arrow that cat shot him with yesterday. He deserves to die."
"You killed his tiger companion yesterday. I think we're even."
"What?!" There was a pause as this response was digested.
The wolf began again, "What's happened? There's dried blood all over your face and neck."
"Nothing's happened."
"That's your blood. Did that cat do that to you? Have you killed him already? Why is he in your tent?"
"He is sleeping in my tent. He nearly froze to death out here last night."
"It would have served the bastard right." The wolf was getting angrier at the horse's lack of cooperation. "Well, he didn't tear you up for saving him and I thought I heard him crying out last night. What were you doing to him?"
There was a long pause. "I was fucking him, if you really want to know!" replied the stallion defiantly.
There was another pause, "You sick son of a bitch!"
"Jealous? You should have told me. I could fuck you too, if you like."
The wolf growled and ferociously shouted something incoherent at the horse.
Then there erupted the sounds of a fight.
"Now's my chance!" Thought the lion and he jumped up and found his bow and arrows. Then he raised the flap of the tent and looked out into the frosty morning. The horse and wolf were at it. The horse was dancing about in a desperate attempt to avoid a knife that the wolf had apparently had hidden with him. The wolf had slashed one of the horse's arms, before the lion got to his feet outside the tent. The lion notched an arrow in his bow and loosed it into the chest of the wolf. The wolf gasped and fell quietly to the ground. The lion quickly notched another arrow and aimed for the heart of the stallion. The great horse merely held his bleeding arm and stared helplessly at the feline. The lion stood there for a long moment then, slowly lowered his weapon and turned and walked back to the tent. The young lion walked stiffly and the horse could see the fur on his ass and thighs was matted with dried semen. The horse stood their wondering what the cat was going to do. A moment later, he emerged completely dressed and, wearing the horse's cloak. He had his bow and quiver on his shoulder. He looked the horse coldly in the eyes then, turned and began to walk slowly into the woods.
"Where are you going, Kitty... err... Milord?" Called the horse after him.
"Home."
"Wait! I shall accompany you. The way will be long and strenuous for you in your present state." The horse had noticed him holding his side painfully.
The lion did not wait.
The horse ran back to the tent and grabbed his sword. Then, he walked back to where the wolf lay, dying. Its jaws were open and its tongue lolled out onto the ground in a widening pool of blood that issued from its mouth. The horse stared at him for a moment then, grabbed the wolf's cloak and put it on, before setting out in a run after the lion. He quickly caught up with the slow moving cat.
"Why do you follow me?" asked the lion, as the draft horse approached. "Do you think I want your company?"
"There are bandits in these woods, Milord, and it appears that you have need of a new bodyguard."
"Do you think that I am going to allow you to be my new bodyguard or, to follow me home like a stray dog? What makes you so sure that I won't have you hung for the miscreant you are when we reach the palace?"
"What makes you so sure that I'm going to allow you to reach the palace?" was the reply.
Finis
9/19/04