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It was late in the evening of Las Vegas, and Kate the lioness could not sleep. She was so damn mad at Larry, her white lion "star" husband, for forgetting their anniversary again. Again!

"The nerve of him!" shouted Kate, in the straw-roofed house that she, Larry, Hunter, Sierra, and Sarmoti, her father, lived in behind the Mirage. How could he forget our goddamn anniversary again? Jimi Hendrix, indeed!

The yummy white lioness, who was all of thirty-six, and weighed one hundred and ten pounds, paced fast back and forth around the living room, fuming. "God knows where he is! I swear, if it wasn't for the kids, I would just divorce him."

A few raps on the door changed Kate's mental direction, and she went to answer the caller. "Yes?"

"Hello, my name is Tommy Sylvester, writer at large. I could not help but hear your shouts through the open living room window. You sound awful distressed. May I come in?"

Tommy Sylvester, a twenty year old, six-foot two ex-USC second-string quarterback, had come to Las Vegas in search of riches, glory, and romance. While here, he had discovered his "animal" nature, while seeing the famed Siegfried & Roy magic show for the first time. Upon watching the white lionesses on stage, his cock had taken on a rather lengthy arousal, and without any effort of his own, a great ejaculation had followed, flowing oceans of vanilla yogurt-like cum dousing his legs under his blue jeans. Kate had been in on the act, and now he had wanted nothing more than to fuck her mouth hard, and fast, to feel her rough teeth against his gritty cock skin, and to pulse his creamy delight deep into her vacant tum-tum.

"I'm so upset. Sure, please, Tommy, thank you," as Kate let Tommy inside the house, and closed the door behind.

Mr. Sylvester wasted no time once Kate had closed the door, grabbing the white lioness' body up, and fondling her hidden white breasts beneath her thick veneer of fluffy white fur. "What are you doing?" half moaned and screamed Kate. "I'm m...marr..." but Kate could not finish, as Tommy led the sweet, darling star into her den, closing and latching the door, and stripping off his blue jeans, which already smelled of strong musky essence, and spicy human cock, ready to fuck the goddess Kate's maw, just a quickie, before he could sleep inside his amazing suite at the Mirage, and plan his next move with "Larry's wife".

"Tommy, I don't know who you think you are, but..."

"Kate, I saw you tonight. I saw you tonight, and I have to tell you, you turned me on, something fierce."

Where these words should have had no effect on Kate at all, the opposite occurred. A distant star sparkled in Kate's luminescent eyes, and she realized that maybe Tommy Sylvester was the answer to her dramatic situation right now. Maybe this was what Larry deserved, the cheap motherfucker. After all, if Jimi Hendrix meant more to him than she did, then Tommy Sylvester could enjoy her all he wanted.

"Wow, Tommy. Larry never tells me that. Never."

The black human's twelve-inch member leaped out towards Kate's cute little food hole, her tongue and teeth just exposed. "May I?" asked Tommy.

"Yes," sighed Kate, willing to let this man into her life, to give her the attention and love she needed so, so bad.

Tommy grabbed Kate's plush white, and pink, ears, and then pressed his chocolate spear deep down the white lioness' maw, so that black and white became one beautiful union, as Mr. Sylvester wasted no time in face fucking the sweet star. Even as Kate tried to prevent her teeth from scraping against his thick, nummy member, it was impossible to stop from doing so, and she tasted blood mixed with pre-semen from his oh-so-delicious éclair, unlike Larry's tiny little boytoy.

"Yeah, baby, eat my dick, princess," whined Tommy, as he rode Kate's mouth, rocking back and forth, forgetting where he almost was, his dreams coming true, his human form combining with an animal, an anthro, and how he knew he could make this work, without even seducing her, although he felt that he had to, in order to win over her affections.

As he approached his deep, glorious orgasm, Tommy spoke out loud to Kate, complete and serious in his words, as serious as he was in the sexual activity that he was sharing with this beautiful lioness lady beside him now. "Kate, I want you to know I love you. My heart reached out to you on that Siegfried and Roy stage tonight, and I came hard in my pants. Harder than ever. I swear, right now, I am about to come as hard as I did to...to...night!!!"

And with that, Tommy Sylvester fished one last pump of his foot long mamba into Kate's wedded mouth, and began to fill it with his warmth, millions of soft-spoken, loving sperm seeking a home within the worried, tired lioness, alone for the evening despite Hunter, Sierra and Sarmoti, sans her, her husband??

About five long minutes passed until Tommy could pull out of Kate's furry mouth, still moaning and panting, feeling full of happy desire still despite his sweet release. "Oh, Kate," whispered Tommy. "I wish I could stay here forever."

Kate, however, had fallen asleep, cuddled tight in Mr. Tommy Sylvester's warm human body. Deep asleep. Oh, shit, thought Tommy. What am I going to do when Larry gets home? Soon, in a few minutes, Tommy had thought up an ingenious idea, and left a few stick-it notes inside Kate's Redbook magazine, telling her that he would be back, and that he loved her very much, with all his heart.

Then, Mr. Larry Sylvester, the daring twenty-year old human second-string USC quarterback, pushed open the round bedroom window up atop the unique bed that Kate and Larry shared for the most part, and slipped outside, and, with deft movements, as the stellar professional quarterback that he hoped he would be one day, hopped over the security fence behind the "couple's" house, and got back into the Mirage. Ten minutes later, brushing his teeth, and lying in bed, he whispered again, "I love you, Kate, with all my heart," and then fell asleep himself.

Meanwhile, Larry continued to goof off as a Jimi Hendrix wannabe with his buds, down at the watering hole.