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"SOLD?!?!?! What do you mean Sold!?"

"Exactly what I said", the young Panwolf held his ground against my outburst of indignity as if we were talking in a library or something. His voice low and un-intimidated, his words confident and his face neutral as he led me back through another stack of books. "I found a buyer, and I sold you. Now calm down, we're in a library, people are trying to read." Oh...right.

"Fine," I lowered my voice to a whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear this conversation anyway. "You can't do that though, You can't just...sell me...".

"Listen Roxan," Darkstar said, stopping and turning to speak candidly, "You gave yourself to me, to use, abuse, and alienate however I saw fit; and in return, you get a place to live, your living expenses covered, and if you still choose to go for it, your college education paid for. That was the deal".

"I know the deal". I hissed back in a harsh whisper, glancing around to make sure we were alone. "And I've stuck to it. I've been your little whore, fucking whoever you tell me to, I've suffered through your 'training', and I even let you give me THESE". I said sticking my tongue against my lower lip to indicate the silver ring now pierced through it, and turned my head to show the three matching rings on my right ear. "But you can't just sell me?" I shook my head in disbelief, my statement coming out as more of a question than I had intended. "That's just not fair. That's not what I signed up for."

"Hear me out Roxan, I've already talked with the guy and made all the arrangements. He's a traveling business man, he'll only be in town for a few days at a time before he has to leave again. In that time you'll be his bed warmer, and when he leaves again, things will go on as normal. You will still go to school, you will still have a place to live, though I believe he's getting you your own apartment, and your living and college expenses will still be paid, the only difference is that someone else is going to be picking up the check". We walked slowly through the rows of books, the library having a calming effect on my mind while I tried to process what Darkstar was saying. "He even agreed to pay for your continued obedience schooling so things between us won't change much. Aside from the fact that you'll now be making me money instead of costing me it", he said with that charming smile of his. "If it helps you can think of him like a long term client. Someone who comes into town every so often, buys you nice things, takes you out to dinner, maybe even takes you on a vacation or two to some exotic place. And all you have to do is sleep with him, which is what you'd be doing anyway even if I hadn't sold you".

"Oh, so this thing is done already? I don't even get a say? Not even a meeting? Who is this guy anyway?" My mind was racing and it was hard to focus with all the questions running through my head.

"Wooow woooow, slow down a bit". He gestured with his hands and smiled as he talked; bringing one finger up to his lips to remind me we were in a library. "To answer your questions; number 1 yes, it's already done so get used to it; 2 No, you don't get a say because your property as far as this deal is concerned, not a negotiator; 3 and 4, you'll meet him soon enough, he's coming by the dorm tonight to pick you up. You'll go with him, follow his every command as if it were my own, and you can address the rest of your questions to him seeing as he is your new owner now". And here we go again...fuck my life.

It was about 8:00pm when he finally arrived. Dark had made me dress up in a collared shirt and dress pants both black with a white vest to accentuate my spotted fur. I always liked getting dressed up and once Darkstar had assured me I wasn't going to be leaving town or anything weird I had calmed down considerably. Don't get me wrong, I was still nervous, I'd never even been on a date before and I was about to be picked up by my new owner who I've never even heard of before today.

I was sitting on a bed, the same bed I had woken up in about a week ago after being knocked out of a tree, watching the door and listening to the footsteps coming down the hall. Suspense building as the footsteps got closer and closer until finally the doorknob turned and in walked Darkstar, followed by the most beautiful lion I had ever seen.

He stood at least eight feet tall and his fur was as pale as moonlight. He was toned and muscular beneath his formal suit. His face was framed by a rich full mane of grey fur and his face was kind in a firm sort of way. He was carrying a small black plastic bag in one hand and smiled warmly when he saw me.

I got off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of the pair, just as Dark had instructed I should, and was rewarded with a kind hearted chuckle from the white lion.

"Roxan, this is Pebble, your new owner. Pebble, meet Roxan, your newest Submissive". Darkstar gave the standard introductions and I bowed my head respectfully, mostly to hide the blush that was creeping into my cheeks. Oh my god he's HOT! My new owner is a super cute and amazingly handsome lion! Who says blind dates are bad, this one is starting off great!

"Well, this is going...smoothly", suspicion heavy in Dark's voice. I looked up to see him raising an inquisitive eyebrow at me, as if he couldn't believe how well I was taking this. What? Stop looking at me like that. I can behave when I want to.

I grinned back mischievously, my tongue rubbing over my right canine fang as mental pictures raced through my head of the giant Lion holding me against the wall and fucking me with what must surely be a handsome endowment. He's 8 fucking feet tall how can it not be?! My eyes slipped from Dark to the front of the lions pants, trying to catch a glimpse of what was hidden below. But for all my searching there was nothing to see. His suit was hand tailored and finely cut, hanging close but lose around his muscular frame and leaving everything but his muscle tone to my imagination, which was running wild.

"I'll leave you to it then", Dark said, turning to the door and showing himself out, "call me if he gets out of hand", and he was gone, and I was alone with the dreamy lion, an Ivory god towering over me.

It was so exciting, kneeling before such a physically imposing man. He took a step towards me and I shivered at his very presence, like he gave off some sort of aura that made my spine tingle and my shaft harden. His suite strained against his body as he moved, pulling tight and showing off the lines of muscles below. With every step it looked like the cloth would rip to shreds by the sheer mass of muscle held within. By the time he had closed the three feet from the door to where I was kneeling, I was rock hard, tenting my pants visibly between my parted legs.

"Hmph", he gave a bemused chuckle as he looked down on me. He carried himself like a man who knows how intimidating he is and isn't afraid to use it. He towered over me and I shrank beneath him, unconsciously making myself smaller the closer he got.

"Hello Roxan, my name is Pebble, but you can address me as Master or Sir. Do you understand?" He smiled as he spoke, his voice calm and soothing.

It took me a moment to respond, gathering my wits and nodding a simple, "Yes Sir."

"You have a nice little tent there", he continued, nudging my bulging pants with his large bare feet. "Put it away, you won't be needing it tonight", he commanded.

That took me a second to decipher, he means get soft stupid. I had to drag my eyes off the Lion and shut them tight to banish his muscular image from my thoughts. Taking deep slow breaths I tried to slow my heart rate and let the blood drain back into my body. That's it, deep breaths, in through your nose, out through your mouth. I inhaled deeply through my nose. That was a mistake. From mere inches in front of my nose, his strong Leonine musk hit me like a sledge hammer, reeking of power and sex and all that is man. My body tensed, my tailhole clamped, and my cock shot back to full mast. Dammit!

Seeing the backslide, the towering lion gave a quiet growl of annoyance, "I'm waiting", he said, voice still calm but expectant.

_ That's not helping! _ Fear of upsetting my new owner causing my heart and mind to race simultaneously. I did not want to start off on this lions bad side, I did not want fail the first order I was given. Despite my earlier reservations I wanted this lion to like me, I wanted to be his good little slave so he would enjoy fucking me with that beautiful, powerful body of his. And that thought REALLY wasn't helping.

I tried picturing baby kittens, summer days, my grandma, anything that wasn't sexy, but none of it helped. Finally I had to just look up at the lion apologetically, my cock still standing proud and tall, and mumble weak apologies about how this never happens and how it was only because he was so sexy.

The lion however was not amused. His eyes narrowed and his smile disappeared. He lifted one large bare foot and rubbed it over the tip of my tent. I shivered and moaned when his foot rubbed over the tip of my cock, but my blood ran cold when he spoke.

"Listen, I don't like to repeat myself so I'm only going to say this once", his voice was low and threatening, but his foot continued to play with the tip of my tent, rubbing this way and that as he spoke. "I bought you to be my bed warmer, a nice warm cock sleeve for when I come through town." His foot pressed down on my shaft, forcing it to bend inside my pants as I clung to every one of the Lions words. "From now on, you are my fuck toy, you will harden when I say and only when I say. You will not cum without permission. And you will never masturbate unless I tell you to". His claws extended and pressed into the cloth of my pants, shredding them as he pressed his foot down, pinning my cock against the floor, his claws extended to either side. "If you cannot follow my rules," he pressed the claw of his big toe into my shaft, drawing a drop of blood to emphasize his point, "If you are unable to control your cock, I'll cut it off, piece by piece, balls, cock, then shaft. Until you truly are, just a cock sleeve."

By the time he finished talking I was soft again. Taking deep gulps to clear my throat and nodding stupidly to show that I understood. There was no arguing with this lion. Dark had had a pretty cold stare, but something in the lion's eyes told me that he had killed people, and that he wouldn't hesitate to make good on his promises...

"Good," his threatening tone evaporating as though it had never been there. He retracted his claws and lifted his foot off my flaccid cock. "I figured I'd take you out to dinner somewhere nice so we can get to know one another and talk about the future of our arrangement".

He looked down at my ruined pants while I baffled over his swift change in demeanor, "sorry about the pants, but I think I made my point. Didn't I?" an edge of warning crept back into his voice at the last.

I nodded quickly, "Yes sir", not wanting to see his anger rise again.

"Good. As long as you do as your told and do not make me repeat myself there will be no need for things to be unpleasant between us, I can be a very kind master." He handed me the black plastic bag, "here put these on, Dark gave me your measurements so everything should fit."

The unexpected gift made me nervous, probably because I don't get gifts very often, and I hate having people shop for me, I never like their taste in clothes. I looked into the bag and knew there had to be some kind of mistake. I lifted its contents out of the bag, just to be sure I was seeing it right, but as soon as I lifted the black silk from the bag my worst fears were realized. It was a black silk dress, form fitting and low cut with no straps. There's always a catch...

"Do you like it?" the lion asked as he watched me stare at the black dress. I managed a weak smile but couldn't bring myself to say yes. Instead I looked back and forth between the lion and the dress, hoping that this was some sort of joke, but the look of lust in the lions eyes told me that he wanted nothing more than for me to put on the dress so he could tear it off of me.

Unable to hold his gaze I looked back into the bag to find a strapless black bra and a pair of matching black panties still waiting inside. It was a thong, made for a man, with 'Pebble's Toy' written on the front in gold lettering.

I looked back at Pebble one last time, still hoping to see him laugh and tell me it was all a joke and that I should go put on a fresh pair of pants. But he just kept smiling down at me with eager anticipation. I took a deep breath and exhaled a quiet, "shit", under my breath; closing my eyes and trying not to think about the fact that he wanted to parade me around some restaurant in it.

I wasn't getting out of it. So with minimal reluctance I stood up and placed the dress and undergarments on the bed. I kept my back to the lion, as if that gave me any privacy at all, and began the process of changing into my new black dress. I took my time undoing my vest, folding it neatly on the bed next to the dress before unbuttoning my shirt, feeling more exposed with every button. It occurred to me that I shouldn't feel this embarrassed about striping in front of another guy considering all the shit I had done in the last week, but something about the lion's lustful grin made me feel like a virgin all over again. I pulled the shirt off and placed it on the bed next to the vest, looking over my shoulder to see the lion still grinning at me. I shivered and looked away, undoing the belt to my ruined pants and taking one last breath before hooking my thumbs through my last remaining garments and dropping them both at once, leaning forward to guide them to the ground before stepping out of them and kicking them to the corner of the room.

I shivered looking down on the little black dress; I could feel my master's eyes taking in my naked body, emasculating me without saying a single word. I reached for the panties first, slipping into them quickly, thankful for anything to cover myself. Then I took up the strapless bra, I held it against my chest and pulled the flaps behind my back, struggling to buckle the clasps and failing miserably. After a few minutes of failure that seemed like an hour, I heard a chuckle from behind me.

"hmhmhmhmhm", his muffled laugh was all male, "let me help you with that". He stepped up behind me, pressing himself against my back and letting me know he was enjoying the show very much. He reached around me to cup my breasts in his hands, kneed my pecks as if they were real breasts and grinding his falice into my back before pulling the straps of the bra tight behind my back and locking the clasp in place.

He didn't stop there though. With the bra secured he let his hands explore my body with every increasing need. Groping over my new breasts with one enormous hand and letting the other run lower, rubbing down my smooth toned stomach and cupping the front of my panties, massaging what waited inside.

My cheeks burned red as he man handled me, kissing my neck and exploring every inch of my body. His member grinding into my lower back felt hot even through his pants. I heard him unzip his fly and knew that a little dry hump wasn't going to be enough for him. I felt him wiggle out of his pants and melted back into him, feeling his naked falice against my bare back and shivering in anticipation.

Humiliation, combined with anticipation and his possessive manhandling was making me hot, but I remembered the rules. "Master," I whined out as he sucked on my neck, "Master can I get hard while you fuck me?"

He chuckled again in that way that was entirely male and pulled himself off my neck, a red welt already visible where he had been sucking. He looked down at me, and I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes to plead again while his hand continued to stroke my shaft through my panties. "Plehehease", I wined, already feeling myself starting to harden under his continued stroking, and fearing that I wouldn't be able to stop if he said no.

He grinned widely, hearing the need in my voice and loving it, "Yes, my pet, you can get hard", and with that he leaned in and kissed me. Just a chaste kiss at first, a quick meeting of lips before pulling away, then he came in again, spreading my lips wide and slipping me his tongue. I accepted it gladly, letting my beautiful master use me however he pleased, my lust clouding out everything else, my future, my past, all of it disappeared while the lion used my body for his pleasure.

My panties tented under his hand, his own shaft rubbing against my back with increasing aggression, and his tongue exploring deeper and deeper into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled inside my mouth and I felt a cold wetness on my back, starting as a spot, then running down my spine. I moaned into his mouth and lifted my tail between his legs, aiming to tickle his tail hole. As soon as I touched it though he growled threateningly and broke our kiss, pushing me forward onto the bed.

I looked back over my shoulder, scared and confused as to how I had offended him. I only wanted to please him.

"You're my cock sleeve, not the other way around", he growled in lustful aggression, "Never forget that". He grabbed me by my hips and flipped me onto my back, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His cock was glistening wet with precum, he pulled my thong to the side and lined himself up, no longer interested in foreplay.

He lifted my legs up by my thighs and leaned into me, forcing himself in with a steady pressure. I winced and tried to relax but his 8" cock was making that difficult. He spread me open with his tapered tip, his precum acting as lubricant, but even so I had to reach down to spread my cheeks apart before he finally popped in.

"AAAAaaaaaa!" I cried at the sudden pain of stretching to accommodate such a large member. He continued to push himself in, reaching the end of my cavity and pushing against my farthest wall until he had buried three quarters of his length. Leaning over me and putting a hand on either side of my head for balance. I gasped and shivered beneath him looking up to see his muscular chest above me, every muscle visible through is now skin tight suit. My body convulsed around his leonine shaft. My tail hole clenched and sent my hips rocking up against him as I tried desperately to close my aching hole around his shaft. I squeezed him with my legs, trying anything to alleviate the pain of his sudden insertion. He held his pose for a long minute, letting me adjust to having his length inside me. I laid there below him, gasping and flexing because that was all I could do.

When I stopped gasping he took it as a sign that I was ready, and started rocking his hips, slowly pulling out then in , then out, then in, each thrust pulling out a little farther than the last and pushing in a little harder than the one before it, drawing a gasp from me each time he pushed against my farthest wall.

"HaaaAAA! Oh master." He fucked me harder and harder as his rhythm built into long quick thrusts, forcing me open wide and stretching me farther with each thrust. It felt so good that I was dripping precum within minutes. He must have been dripping too because I felt him slide in easier with each thrust, the friction of our bodies sliding together disappearing with each passing minute.

He pushed off the bed and stood tall and proud, pulling me with him and lifting my ass off the bed so he wouldn't slide out prematurely. It wasn't the most comfortable angle on my neck but it made his cock rub against parts of my insides that had yet to be explored. As soon as I grew accustomed to one sensation he would shift his angle to draw fresh moans from my lips. And all the while the black panties covering my tool flashed the words 'Pebble's Toy' into the air.

I wrapped my legs around his back, crossing my ankles to try and gain some stability while he fucked me like a wild animal. His eyes had gone wild with lust, his muscles bulging through the top half of his suit while his pants clumped uselessly on the floor, still wrapped around his ankles. His neatly groomed mane was now a wild mess of fur waving in every direction as he used his whole body to power his hips into my ass.

The room was filled with the loud slapping of hips on cheek as bare flesh collided over and over, creating its own music in time with his masculine grunts and my feminine moans. The loud slaps of his hips were punctuated by the quieter slaps of his balls slapping my lower back as they swung free and proud beneath him.

I found myself slipping farther and farther into my submissive role with every pound of his balls. My moans became higher pitched, my hips pulled against him every time he went to thrust forward, helping him push deeper into my ass, and my hands moved of their own accord to fondle my breasts beneath the black bra, claws extending to pinpoint my nipples as I pushed my chest up towards my master.

Just as I was getting used to the animal pounding, he changed it up again, sliding his hands up my back and lifting me off the bed entirely, hugging me to him and holding me in his arms while he continued to thrust, never missing a beat.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and drew him down to kiss me again, rubbing my shaft against his stomach as best I could. His hands slid under my ass and lifted me up to the tip of his shaft before dropping me down again, forcing me to catch myself on his dick. He repeated the motion several times until I got the hint and started doing it myself, pulling myself up against his chest then sliding down on his slick shaft. His hands found their way to my bra, and he groped me lustfully as I bounced on his shaft.

"Oooohh I can't take much more", I cried out, my voice higher than I had intended, "Please Master can I cum? Please can I cum?" He growled in response, and suddenly I was falling backwards, colliding with the bed with the lion on top of me, and still rutting me with frantically quick strokes.

Standing at the edge of the bed with my legs still wrapped around his waist he propped himself up on one arm, grinning down at me while I pleaded pathetically that I needed to cum. The pressure in my cock was reaching a fever pitch and I knew I wouldn't last much longer with or without his consent, his earlier threat still clear in my mind.

Thankfully he was reaching his limit as well. His balls had pulled tight against his body and could no longer slap me in time to his thrusts. He reached into my panties and pulled them aside, gripping my shaft and stroking it quickly with a firm squeeze. He lifted my hips and angled my cock so that it was pointed directly into my own face.

"Open your mouth Bitch," he panted lewdly, "Then you can cum".

I looked up into his face to see him grinning down at me, his formerly composed face completely lost in lust. His naked need sent me over the edge, my balls pulling tight and my shaft tensing as I opened my mouth and stared the one eyed monster in the eye. His hand pumped me furiously and with one last scream of pleasure I exploded all over myself. Thin ropes of cum shooting from my cock and arcing across my face, parts of it landing in my hair, across my eyes, and into my mouth. It tasted like brine, but hot and thick. My orgasm rocked my body, making my cock pulse and shoot more cum than I had ever unloaded before. My tail hole clamped shut and I arched my back up so that my abs met his.

I don't know if it was the sudden pressure on his shaft, or watching me cum in my own face, but Pebble gave one last deep thrust and ROARED!!!!!!!! His climax, unloading his lemon sized balls into my tail hole. His cock tip flared and I felt pinpricks dig into my insides as his shaft pumped and jerked inside me, filling me with his seed. If I were really a girl I knew I would be pregnant after that, but the taste of jizz in my mouth reminded me that that was one thing I didn't have to worry about.

I panted and moaned as I rode out my climax, still holding onto his waist with my legs until I felt his shaft cease its pumping inside me and his barbs retract against his cock. Thoroughly emptied and spent, the lion bending over me gave out, letting himself drop on top of me with his full weight. His bulk smashed me into the bed, and I had to turn my head so I could breathe, but it wasn't a suffocating feeling. It was a good feeling. I let my ankles relax and my legs fall from his back and dangle off the edge of the bed, his shaft still inside me. We laid there for some time, me rubbing my cheek against his muscular chest, listening to his heart thunder within its fleshy cage. Him stroking my head softly, occasionally giving a lazy thrust with his hips while his shaft slowly softened and slid out of me of its own accord. I felt used, and content, and happy, and thoroughly fucked.

Eventually he rolled off of me, propping himself up on one elbow and rubbing his hand possessively over my stomach, I could see he was thinking something similar to what I had been earlier. I let him do it, unwilling to spoil the moment. I just looked at him, him looking at me. I reached a hand down to my stomach and placed it over his, his paw dwarfing mine and adding to the femininity I was feeling at that moment. I could be his Bitch, his fuck toy, his cock sleeve, and his breeding mare, whatever. As long as he looked at me like this when he did it, he could use me however he pleased. The moment stretched on but at length all things must end.

He leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on my forehead, choosing a spot that wasn't covered by my happy ending, and then sat up.

"So, ready for dinner?"