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Royce lounged on one of the many seats that lined the far wall of the nightclub. He casually watched as the girls on the dance floor moved together like gears in a machine. Their scantily clad bodies rubbed against one another, hands wandering freely under shirts, over curves and shamelessly between legs. The flashing laser lights cast shards of pink, green and blue down on the sensual, sexual scene, adding to the atmosphere liking icing on a cake. But not everyone was dancing to the heavy bass and techno music that filled the air. Over at the bar, a lone lioness was hunched over, her back to the crowd.

The jet black stallion glanced over at the sandy brown feline. She wore Daisy Dukes style denim shorts and a tight, red tank top which left much of her waist exposed. Taking a moment to enjoy the view, Royce smiled as his gaze moved up and down the lioness' shapely legs. But that was not all the stallion could see. The lioness' shorts were so short they left practically her entire round rump on full display. And at the top of her lovely, round thighs, sandwiched between them, Royce could clearly make out the girl's thick, succulent folds, her tight shorts riding high between them.

This delectable treat could not be left unattended.

Mel barely reacted when she felt the firm grip of a large, confident hand grasp her exposed left ass cheek. She felt the fingers squeeze, testing the supple texture of her body and spreading out to feel the softness of her fur.

"I don't believe I've seen you here before," Royce began, his hand methodically kneading the youthful feline's rear. The stallion gambled that if this daring dish was willing to show so much of her body, she wouldn't mind so much of her body being randomly groped. So far, his theory appeared to be proving correct.

Casually, the lioness glanced to her left and looked her fondler in the eyes.

"I heard this club was a good place to find some wild excitement," Mel replied, her tone hinting at disappointment.

"Is it not what you were hoping for?" Royce inquired. He stood close to the lioness and spoke with a charming voice while his fingers subtly tested their boundaries. Gradually, they crept across the round cheek of the lioness' rear and began to move downwards. Still she showed no signs of objection.

Mel straightened up at the inquiry and looked over her right shoulder, deliberately choosing that side to avoid pulling away from the black stallion's wandering fingers. Behind her, a white, female mouse with tan spots and red hair, and a white tigress with curly, purple hair moved to the music, their bodies close and their ample busts pressed together. Both were clearly absorbed by the moment, having already discarded their clothing long ago. As Mel watched, the mouse slowly lowered herself, squatting before the tigress in a sultry, shameless manner that left her legs spread wide, and buried her face between the black and white's thick thighs.

"It's alright, I suppose," Mel said, answering the stallion's question as she turned around once more and assumed her previous posture, leaning over the bar with her rump in the air.

Royce leaned over the bar a little to get a better look at the lioness' front. Her breasts were pressed against the smooth surface of the bar but the stallion could tell by their sheer volume they were at least a G-cup. The lioness' tank top had an exceptionally low neckline, cutting across the front of her breasts barely centimetres above her nipples. The manner in which Mel was leaning over the bar top squashed her bust against her chest, forming an exquisite display of cleavage.

"You seem disappointed," Royce observed, keeping his charming, casual tone. The stallion dared to shift his fingers lower. His fingertips moved coyly along the very base of the lioness' round ass and cautiously reached around the top of her succulent thighs. Mel forced herself to suppress a shiver of enjoyment as she felt the stallion draw closer to her very poorly concealed pussy.

"I guess I just don't... feel it," Mel replied, still pretending to be uninterested.

But Royce picked up on the feline's innuendo and curled the corner of his mouth in a sinister way. She was playing with him, toying with him, taunting, teasing and tempting him. The stallion now knew what game they were playing and how he should proceed.

Royce reached his fingers further around the lioness' thigh, seeking to find the plump lips left shamelessly exposed by the tight, skimpy denim shorts she wore. The stallion quickly found the succulent folds and eagerly slipped his fingers between them, edging closer to the busty babe as he did so and unzipping the front of his pants with his free hand. Mel couldn't conceal her slight gasp of pleasure that was a response to the stallion's fingers rubbing up and down her now damp womanhood, but she quickly recomposed herself and watched with an unimpressed expression as the handsome scoundrel pulled forth his firm, sizeable member.

"I would hate for one of my patrons to be disappointed," Royce said, "Perhaps there is some way in which I can ensure your enjoyment of my fine establishment?"

Mel now turned to face the black stallion, standing upright to do so. Though his fingers lost the warmth of the lioness' thick lower lips, Royce could still reach her soft, round rear, which he eagerly squeezed with a firm grip.

"And what might you plan to do with that?" the lioness asked, feigning an innocent tone. As she posed the question, she placed her hand atop the head of Royce's long, thick shaft, making it twitch just a little. It was as black as the stallion himself and easily reached half way up his toned, firm body.

The club owner said nothing. He just smiled a mischievous, almost malicious smile in response. Removing his hand from her rump, Royce greedily stuffed it into the front of the lioness' shorts, encountering very little resistance as her zipper was already undone and probably had been since she came in the door. In an instant, the stallion's fingers found the familiar warm dampness and curled upwards, forcing their way into the feline's womanhood, causing her to catch her breath as a surge of pleasure coursed its way through her body. Mel could only enjoy the sensation as the stallion's fingers penetrated her depths while his other hand quickly pushed the spaghetti thin straps of her tank top off her shoulders and tugged the red fabric downwards. Her large, perky breasts bounced a little as they were abruptly set free. But their fabric confines were only exchanged for one of flesh as Royce eagerly grabbed and firmly squeezed each.

Mel's moan of pleasure was like music to the stallion's ears. Grinning, he pressed his fingers against the lioness' inner walls, massaging her from the inside. His other hand squeezed and kneaded her breasts firmly, making the feline's leg shake as she placed her hand on the bar to steady herself. Without delaying any further, Royce pulled his hand out of Mel's shorts and grabbed one side of them, shoving them down her thighs. The lioness did not resist. Her tail flicking behind her, the sandy brown babe only leaned back against the bar and permitted the black stallion to do as he pleased.

Royce eagerly took full advantage of the situation, removing the lioness' shorts entirely. As she leaned her head back and waited for his next move, the club owner took a moment to admire the work of art before him. Her thighs were thick and round, her hips wide and her waist was curved and fit. Her breasts sat upon her chest like melons, large and full, and her golden coloured hair flowed over her shoulders like liquid gold.

"Truly perfection," Royce mused to himself as he admired the lioness' form in the flickering coloured lights.

Deciding he'd delayed long enough; the stallion reached between the lioness' legs and placed his hands on the underside of her thighs. Lifting her up to sit atop the bar, Royce spread her legs fully before positioning the head of his thick, hardened manhood against the submissive babe's entrance. Slowly he pushed forward, watching as the tip of his member disappeared between the wet, plump lips of the lioness' body. Once he felt the hot of her insides wrapped around the end of his length, Royce drove his hips forward, thrusting as much of himself into Mel's body as he could. The feline moaned loudly as her insides were suddenly filled with equine cock. Her back arched and her claws dug into the surface of the bar.

When Royce was physically incapable of pushing more of his beastly manhood into Mel, he positioned his hands on her curved hips and pulled back, readying himself for another forward thrust. The lioness' moans mixed with the pounding techno music in the air. Each time the stallion forced his way into her depths she felt a surge of pleasure crash over her mind. Without relent, Royce pushed, pulled, and then pushed again. Like a mighty piston, the club owner rhythmically pulsed his hips, plunging almost the full length of his shaft into the feline's body. His paced quickly picked up momentum and soon Mel's breasts were steadily rocking back and forth on top of her chest hypnotically.

Leaving one hand on her hip, Royce reached behind the lioness' waist and pulled her close to him. Her ample bust pressed against his flat chest like soft pillows, and rippled against his body with each thrusting motion. Mel moaned again and again, her body shivering with ecstasy. Between her legs, her muscles flexed and contracted, squeezing the stallion's erection as her body coated it in juices from an orgasm. Like a little whore, the sandy brown babe moaned and revelled in the euphoria of her body being used for pleasure by a man she'd only just met and didn't even know the name of.

Royce, gritting his teeth, continued to drive his long, thick length into the youthful lioness faster and harder. He could feel her bucking her own hips against his thrusts, forcing just that little extra of his equine member into her depths, her round butt sliding easily against the smooth surface of the bar top now slick with her own fluids. Holding her body against his, the stallion suddenly grunted as he halted his thrusting. As both of his hands grasped Mel's rear tightly in an attempt to push as much of himself inside her as possible, Royce's mind and body erupted with pleasure. A new feeling of warmth surrounded his cock as cum surged down its channel in pulses and into the lioness' body, filling her womb and spilling out onto the nightclub's bar and floor. Before he was finished, the stallion pulled out and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. Giving the underside several firm strokes, he encouraged the last of his cum to shoot forth. Aiming upwards, Royce smiled wickedly as he pasted a white stream up the lioness' body and between her breasts.

Mel breathed deeply as her mind slowly settled back in her head. With her hands resting on the bar, she leaned back a little, her legs still spread wide. Royce casually wiped himself off before stuffing his manhood back into his pants.

"I hope that I can count on your returning business in future times," the stallion said in his previous charming voice. With a pat on her inner thigh, Royce left the lioness sitting on the bar, signalling to the barkeep that the feline's drinks were on him.