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Jonathan was trying to focus. He stared at his crimson hair, ridiculous and yet perfectly fitting; there was nothing between the teeth, the clothes looked perfect, and he was in his best shape in years. The horrible diet and the highly unpleasant daily exercise had really paid off. He did not put any deodorant on - this would have been considered rude, he knew that, but he also did not want to cover his real scent. Since his date was as good as reading smells as Jonathan was at reading forgotten languages, this seemed smart. Still, the smell was going to give away just how nervous he was. Maybe; could emotions have a scent? He wondered briefly what scent would smell the most pleasant, without being downright seductive; to him, personally, maybe some earthy, vaguely male scent, if it wasn't too concentrated. These things were, he concluded with a sigh, strictly individual. He tried to calm down with a breathing exercise, but it did not really help until he closed his eyes. His watch beeped insisntantly; - he had to leave early so that he can get to the place in time. Jonathan stood up and fixed an imaginary tie - a trick for luck that he'd done since his college interview.

. . .

He never knew Juliet had such interesting flowers. He stared at their banal colors until he was forced to admit he was just delaying; and there was no sense in that; even just a good dinner would be a step up from rotting at home reading about forgotten dialects. Plus, he had put much effort in himself and that's what counted, not any potential rejection. He drew a quick breath, and pushed the button. He repeated Juliet's words as a mantra: "You two will really like each other, you have nothing to worry about."

The door opened, and the tall, muscular figure that stood in the doorway greeted him with a strong handshake. For a second Jonathan wondered how it's possible to squeeze someone's hand like this with a paw. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and that alone elevated Jonathan's heartbeat, stealing his breath. The musky smell of the male figure filled his nostrils and he forgot most of what he was going to say. The welcoming smile of the lion was showing so many teeth that for a second Jonathan doubted felt some unconscious tension in his mind; the older parts of the brain were not happy at seeing the teeth of predators up close. These fleeting impressions dispersed as soon as the lion spoke with a surprisingly friendly voice:

"You're Jonathan, right? I'm Kevin, nice to meet you. Well, come on in, I'm not going to eat you."

Jonathan stepped in past the "Welcome!" sign and laughed nervously at the one joke he was too much of a cliché to expect:

-I'm sorry Kevin, I was quite taken aback by how...well, how handsome you are. Pictures do you no justice" The tall, wide anthropomorphic lion in front of him really did look even better in person that on those pictures Jonathan had salivated over for a week. And not just salivated if he had to be honest. You could feel the charisma the lion radiated, like a stream of sunlight that pictures fail to transmit, and most of all, gain an idea of just how large and majestic he really was. The proportions of his body were imperceptibly different from those on a human athlete, and in a very aesthetically pleasing way; his arms had a more angular, almost metallic look to them, as if the muscles under the golden fur were sculpted with angular tools; there were small muscles where a human would not have them, as his species could run on all four. His digitigrade legs looked massive at come places and thin and gracious near the joints, almost like an antelope's. His chest, covered by a thick, well-groomed reddish mane were spread on a bone frame wider than a human's could be, without the bulging pectorals that everyone at the gym seemed to crave; they were wider on the sides, with muscular bulges prominent there in stead of on the front of the chests. His back was wide, without distinguishable muscle, like a table covered with a golden-yellow rug. Jonathan guessed that this was because his date still maintained a healthy run-on-all-fours habbit. Jonathan could feel that the lion was stronger by birth in ways in which human athletes were not. His magnificent mane, moving gently by the quiet breeze surorunder the lion's neck, making it impossible to discern it without touching it; it flowed down like a red river onto a perfectly flat belly that was completely without the pectoral muscles Jonathan had tried to gain at the price of so much pain. Jonathan could feel that the lion was strong in ways in which a human athlete was not; and strangely symmetrical, without the slight deviation from symmetry the human body had. A ridge of red fur trailed from the end of the lion's mane down to something surprising - a pair of blue pants that looked a little comical on him, and were too tight to conceal anything. His species was partially color-blind, which could account for the bizarre mixture of blue spots that turned the pants into a maze of bad taste. The warmth and the scent of the lion's body had literally taken Jonathan aback, engulfing him like a warm cloud and showing just what a difference it made to have a higher body temperature. The human's nose twitched slightly at the strong male scent that a gust of warm air carried to him.

Kevin noticed, paused for a moment, then acknowledged heartily the compliment Jonathan had given him when he had said that pictures did him no justice, then added with a sad smile:

-If it's my smell, I understand, you don't have to worry. It's okay not to like it and I realize it's very strong, but there's really not much I can do...

-I don't think you should do anything about it -objected Jonathan hesitantly, then contunied with more convicion:- it's a part of who you are, and a good part, I dare say. People forget that to your sense of smell they all stink unbearably.

-Like dead fish minus the appetizing effect. - laughed Kevin, and slapped Jonathan on the back- It's a relief to finally hear that from somebody other than Juliet. The lion relaxed visibly - And you don't "stink unbearably"...you smell rather nice, so far as I can tell...

It took Jonathan a second to grasp the opportunity: -You can sniff me if you want, I'm perfectly comfortable...

Now it was the lion's turn to grasp the opportunity:

-Why that's so nice of you. So few humans are comfortable with my kind's natural way of greeting - said the lion, and took his time sniffing Jonathan's face and neck. As a sign of openness (or so an article had taught him) Jonathan held his head up to expose his neck

-You can touch it to your heart's content, I'm comfortable with that too.

-I'm beginning to really like you - murred the lion, his chests vibrating with the power of the sound, and gave Jonathan a slow lick on the neck. His tongue was wide, covered with barbs burning hot. There was, however, one more line left to cross. Jonathan paused, smiled, and mastered the courage to say what was on his mind:

-You can sniff anywhere you want, touching is also okay. He did not finish voicing his thought, which was "go wild"

-No need to say that twice-Kevin pulled him inside the warm, well-lit house and the door seemed to close on its own. The lion took the liberty of sniffing Jonathan's chests, back, and the bottom of his pants before inhaling the smell of his nether regions slowly. The human could feel a small drop of clear fluid emerge on the top of his penis, and wondered whether the lion could smell it. He clearly took his time, and then asked with a toothy smile:

-Do you want to sniff me in return? There was a jolly, curious laughter in his voice.

To his own surprise, Jonathan nodded, and pressed a hand against the lion's mane, his fingers disappearing in the red fur, half-waiting to be burnt by a dormant fire. His fingers got entangled in the warm, surprisingly hard fur, and he decided not to withdraw them before sniffing the lion's face. It did look a lot like the muzzle of a feral lion, but the forehead was wider and the jaws - slightly smaller, with a different structure to the bite that probably had something to do with making speech possible. The musky scent of the male was now slightly pungent, now that his nose brushed against the short, thick fur covering the lion's wide chests, but the warmth of the lion's body was more than redeeming. As if invited by the warmth, Jonathan got lower and sniffed the pants the feline was wearing, suppressing a laugh at the revelation that the little blue dots were actually harts. It may have been his imagination, but the bulge beneath the tight piece of clothing seemed to stir and move a little, like a lake monster disturbed from sleep. This region certainly smelled differently; the smell was thicker, full of masculine undertones and almost sweet; it burned the depts. Of his renal cavity and was both calming and deeply arousing. Jonathan felt his own underwear bulge. He quickly stood up, and Kevin said, scratching his muzzle with his right paw:

-You know, you get 10 out of 10 so far. Nobody has ever done that here, in your world. I mean, no one is comfortable with greeting us in our ways... especially when we give you the opportunity to smell us, which is something so intimate...

Jonathan felt the heat of blushing, but spoke his mind again:

-I'm comfortable with your ways of greeting...To be honest, I've really wanted to do this for quite some time. You can sniff me whenever you want, touching and rubbing is also okay.

-So you're saying rubbing my scent on you is also okay? - asked the lion with a grin. His eyes sparkled with mischief. Jonathan nearly gasped; the lion was really pushing it now. To rub your scent on someone meant marking them as a mate, for at least one heat cycle. There had been problems with people not understanding that, as well as the fact that allowing it implied consent. He would only have one chance to back out if it came to it tonight. This was going too fast; but then Jonathan asked himself "Why not? Is it bad if things just cut to the chase? " Even if the lion wanted to take advantage of his ignorance, Jonathan had admitted to himself months ago that he wanted to be taken advantage of.

• I know what that means...so put your scent whenever you want; - said Jonathan without the intention to sound provocative; it came out somewhat cheap and unlike him, so he added: I made the joke go awry, didn't I? But I mean it. As long as we're somewhere private...

The lion scratched a claw under his muzzle, then interrupted him:

-Well, this is private, we have the house all to ourselves. Juliet was awesome enough to go skiing for the weekend... - and with that, Kevin pulled Jonathan to himself, very gently guiding him to a kneeling position and rubbed him in him abdomen, in a slow, cemi-circular motion. Jonathan felt his heart race like it hadn't in years, and closed his eyes as Kevin's mane tickled his face. Now the same musky smell was on him as well, which clouded his mind significantly. He decided to go with his desires and told his common sense to shut up. The lion's tail brushed against him and he touched the tail fluff on its top. In his mind he expected the lion to say "-Hey, no pulling that!", but Kevin merely remarked:

-Strangely enough_, this_ is the body part that freaks out most humans.

-It's magnificent - remarked Jonathan, and chased the tail with his gaze. The tail reacted by curling around him, pulling him towards Kevin with surprising strengths.

-I'm glad you're okay with it. I've never met a human like you. You seem to be okay with everything my kind does...

-I did some research and some... fantasizing and discovered I was...more than okay with me. How you greet and express feelings, and...

-Make love - remarked the lion casually, as Jonathan took off his shoes and put on the closest pair of slippers.

-Yes, that too. But it's not just like that for me...I'm not...usually like this...You're just...overwhelmingly attractive. Too good to have come out of a dream, if I have to be honest.

-If you keep flattering me like that I'll start to blush under my fur - said the lion with a found voice, as if he held a rare treasure in his hands. The embrace was more friendly than intimate, but it didn't go unappreciated.

• I'll take the fact that you're blushing so much as a good sign - added Kevin, and turned around gracefully, silent in his footsteps without any sign of effort. It was only now that Jonathan noticed that the lion was barefooted, his large paws covered with noting more than a thin white bandage, by the looks of it.

The lion moved down the corridor, and Jonathan followed.

-Did you hurt you paws? - he asked, pointing at the bandage.

The lion laughed and nodded his head, which in his culture meant "no".

-It's for lions who like...other males. Dark fabric means submissive, stripes are if you're versatile... you can guess what the white stands for.

-I made dinner for the occasion -continues Kevin, and blinked innocently- There's a lot of meat in it, naturally, but I think you'll like it. I've cooked your portion rather well; mine will be...closer to raw, if that's okay with you. It really helps during heat. By the way, Juliet gave away your secret love for tomato sauce, and I dare say after days of trial and error, I have cooked up a perfect batch.

"I don't think this is the only secret passion of mine she's given away" - thought Jonathan. The food smelled delicious, with the sweetness of the tomatoes balancing the scent of the meat, which was served in a way unfamiliar to Jonathan.

-The scent suggests you're a good cook- remarked Jonathan, as his eyes swallowed the visual beauty of the dishes.

-And they say humans can't use their noses? -jabbed him Kevin

-So far you're getting 10 out of 10. -poked him Jonathan, and earned himself a surprise hug. He did not think the big cat can cover the distance between them so quickly and so silently, without any visible effort. It looked almost like a teleportation, or something a ninja would do. Then again, most lions back on their hone world hunted and killed their own pray, a tradition Kevin might well follow. Jonathan tried to imagine the lion asking a rancher to let him "chase and take down a cow", and could almost see the scene as a part of a popular TV show. The massive muscles of the lion returned him to the present; they felt a lot warmer than before and Jonathan allowed himself the time to feel through the fur of the muscular back, where it was softer and didn't entangle between his fingers. It felt silk-like, strong and flexible at the same time. "So the mane is just difficult territory to brush through" - he thought to himself.

-I think we can eat later - said Jonathan quietly, surprising even himself with how little his voice was, and with the expression on his face.

-You look like a lamb that hasn't done it before - remarked the lion, obviously remembering something that brought a predatorial look in his eyes, then clarified: - it's something I like. Like a preference you don't really have here, since you're only one species on the whole planet. Let's call it...dominance. Or a liking for cute males being submissive.

Kevin looked Jonathan straight in the eyes. Jonathan's brown irises met the lion's golden glare, and they both relaxed, each breathing a sigh. Tension seemed to leak away from both of them, leaving their bodies, still tightly embraced, in what felt like a slow, weightless dance. Jonathan could now feel just how heavy the lion really was; the sheer weight of the paws on his shoulders was enough to make Jonathan grateful that he had been working out regularly. The lion leaned his muzzle forward, as if liberated from an invisible leash, and Jonathan felt whiskers on his cheeks. Lips touched lips and it was impossible to tell who kissed who first. Jonathan thought that they both did it at the same time, and that made him smile. Kevin's lips were a line of very soft black flesh that ran around the edges of his muzzle; his breath was very fresh. The huge canine teeth did get in the way a little at first, but this was easily worked out by chancing the angle of the kiss. Jonathan felt the tip of Kevin's large tongue and was surprised at how clear and water-like his saliva was. It did not bring in Jonathan the disgust that saliva usually did. He had expected much, much worse, fearing he would have to force himself not to look disgusted; now these worries seemed childish. As they released the kiss, Kevin licked his lips slowly.

-I haven't practiced the human type of kissing much - admitted the lion, at which Jonathan widened his eyes: I can't imagine what you'll be able to do when you've practiced, then. It blew my mind - admitted Jonathan, and lowered his head. He felt a large paw holding his hand gently and looked up; a pair of golden eyes were gazing at him, and as he gently stroke Kevin's mane, which was flawlessly brushed, Kevin spoke softly.

-I really want to get to know you better, Jonathan; but I also have a really strong desire to skip a lot of steps and, as you say here, go down on you. How do you feel about that? Jonathan nodded:

-I feel the same. The lion had heard enough.

-Well then, let's talk. What are you willing to do with me? Don't be embarrassed, there are no wrong answers. No matter what you say, I won't think any less of you.

Jonathan tried to collect his mind, then swallowed heavily.

-Anything - he said, firm behind his words.

A playful spark seemed to lit the lion's eyes for a second, but then he remembered something and remarked:

-You know, in the heat of the moment it's easy to forget common sense, at least it's easy for me. I like a lot of things that you may not, like being licked wherever I want, and you have to make sure you don't swallow a hairball...don't laugh so jolly, it's worth noting. You probably know I have barbs down below....and my length is, not to brag, considerable. I also need at least two dozen passes before my urge subsides.

-I've...had a toy...it's anatomically correct. It's ten inches long.

-'Bout my size, good - paused the lion to consider - Have you...prepared?

As the two of them walked into the scantly decorated guestroom, Jonathan nodded: - I've cleaned up thoroughly, I have condoms..."by Cats for Cats"...if you want them, that is. I mean, no disease can jump our species, we're both healthy... I have a plug in place, too... keep things open and I brought a good lubricant.

-A plug? - asked the lion curiously, eyes wide and curious - Show me.

Jonathan smiled awkwardly and undressed slowly, in a manner he had practiced for the last two weeks; by the time he was half-naked, the lion was fully hard, his bulge had turned into a clearly visible rod, and it's pink tip, like an arrow was poking out, a drop of liquid glistening like a jewel.

Jonathan assumed a position he had seen a tigress take in a movie with lions, and showed the plug. Kevin felt it, carefully at first, then gently pulled it out and peered inside the resulting hole.

-Now there's a thing that could have gotten me to go to the dark side, as you say here...if a lioness did something like that in front of me...I'd get her ass pregnant.

Kevin pressed the plug back in, and spend the next five minutes pushing it in and then pulling it out at varying speeds. Jonathan silently passed him a small bottle of lubricant, and then to his surprise felt one of the lion's thick, furry fingers, covered with hardened paw-pads berry inside the now slightly sore opening. Jonathan looked back at the lion's erect penis and suddenly wasn't so sure that the limp black lion toy he had at home (that could not even stay erect) had prepared him adequately for this.

Feeling the human hesitant, but pleasingly submissive, Kevin decided to take matters into his own paws. He hugged Jonathan, then gently tripped him, and laid him on the ground, pinning his hands to the floor with his paws. The human merely relaxed completely in his grip.

-Did you know those little things are what I like most in human pornography? No one back home would put something in them that isn't a penis or a finger...or a tale - Jonathan's shocked expression at the last had the lion laughing - Yes, a tail. Risky, but rewarding. Every planet has it's perks, I suppose - the lion played with the plug in his paws and then inserted it in himself to Jonathan's utter disbelief.

-Your face is so priceless right now - chuckled the lion,

turning his partner face up; he then moved his paws to Jonathan's chests, showing his claws a little from the excitement (and from a good dose of possessiveness) Jonathan could not resist, and scratched Kevin behind the ears, earning himself a hard lick on the face. This seemed to be all the approval that Kevin needed, as he moved on without further caution, ripping what little remained Jonathan's clothes into shreds with his claws and teeth. Kevin looked at Jonathan's naked body, and rather liked what he saw; the months of dieting, exercise and sunbathing had not gone entirely in vain. Jonathan was moderately muscular, enough to show that he cared about his body, without being too obsessed. He had a little tattoo of something Kevin could not at first identify on his chests, rights where the heart was. The little lion was holding a small blue heart, as if giving it to anybody willing to take it. Kevin smiled at it, and lightly poked a claw at it. In response, Jonathan placed both of his hands on Kevin's crotch, slowly rubbing it through the thin pants. After a moment of hesitation, Jonathan slipped from the lion's grip, and slid between the lion's digitigrade legs until he could kiss the place he was rubbing a second ago, leaving a wet print of his lips.

Kevin shivered lightly in response, and simply tore off his pants in two, throwing the pieces left and right. Since he wore nothing underneath, his erection sprang like a sword and hit Jonathan on the right eye, releasing drops of fluid on his forehead. Jonathan positioned himself under the lion so that each would face the other's penis, and kissed Kevin's barbed tip. Kevin shivered, steadied himself, then moved swiftly, grabbing Jonathan's underwear and slowly pulled it down with his bare teeth. His canines scratched Jonathan's belly, sending shivers up and down the human's back. Jonathan tried to take more of the penis, when the lion grunted:

-Prepare to swallow- barely in time for what felt like a soda bottle opening in Jonathan's mouth. He choked a little as he struggled to swallow, but the thick jet was gone almost as soon as it begun; it was not reduced to a trickle, allowing Jonathan to cough discreetly to get the semen to go down his throat.

-Excellent - purred the lion, relaxing onto Jonathan's body, inadvertently driving his penis down the human's throat, causing him to gasp. The lion heard him, but did not move, until finally making several thrusting movements and exiting the human's mouth.

-You were very, very good - said the lion, visibly satisfied, breathing deeply, his scent becoming stronger. Kevin then put his penis back into the human's mouth, whispering: -Suck it. Show me suction like nothing a Cat can do.

Jonathan nodded mentally and begun to suck the red, iron-hard flesh that was still pulsing and throbbing. Only now did he notice the strange, sweet taste of the fluid, the strong, quickly drying scent that he had missed when he hurried to swallow. The lion spoke something in his own language, then spasmed, said a word, and barely had the time to translate it:

-Swallow, an instant before his second orgasm exploded in Jonathan's mouth. The human managed to prepare, hoping the volume will be smaller this time, but if anything, it was bigger. But it came out in smaller spurts, which allowed him to handle it.

The lion relaxed on his body again, trapping him with his weight, and licked Jonathan's penis once, noting: - It looks like a mushroom.

Before Jonathan could laugh, the lion then placed his body on top of his, covering him completely. They were now face to face. The lion was carefully rubbing himself against the human flesh, his muzzle resting on Jonathan's throat.

-You know a lot about my kind - whispered the large cat and pressed Jonathan down with more and more of his weight. Do you know what this type of body language means?

Jonathan drew a breath with effort from underneath the lion:

-You want to dominate. But you forgot to hold my neck between your teeth. - Jonathan exposed his neck slowly, and closed his eyes.

-Will you let me do that? - asked the lion, honest surprise on his face; there was carefully restrained, calculating passion in his golden eyes. He wanted to know how far he could go. He wanted to penetrate.

-I'll be very frustrated if you don't - admitted the human. He could swear that Kevin's eyes sparkled in response. The lion slowly opened his muzzle, exposing a surreal number of long, sharp teeth, and engulfed Jonathan's neck completely, squeezing tightly. Jonathan felt his pulse against the pressing teeth, the warmth of the lion's breath burning his Adam's apple. It was up to him how far this would go; the stronger he allowed the squeeze to get, the more submission he was showing. Whatever than meant. He vaguely remembered that he had to press against the lion's nose to tell him to stop. But Jonathan did not do that; he decided to convey through body language what he lacked in words (and breath), so he allowed the pressure to increase until the point where his head got dizzy; white noise appeared in his ears, along with an unpleasant internal pressure as if he was underwater. He instinctively reached for the lion's muzzle, but stopped his hand halfway through, trying to relax under the now painful pressure. The pressure was suddenly gone, leaving pain only where the lion's large teeth had sunk into his flesh, without breaking the skin. Above him stood a very happy, excited Kevin, whose magnificent suddenly rubbed in Jonathan's face like an award;

-So, how much of submission did I do? - coughed Jonathan, curiosity in his eyes.

-Let's just say that your chances of even not having sex with me on my demand have gone down to zero; below zero, by my standard - answered Kevin, rubbing the spots on which he'd bit down - Are you okay with that?

-I am - answered Jonathan and did not manage to see the lion's happy face bloom in a toothy smile as he was turned on his stomach, and made to assume the position. He felt the cold of the lubricant against his burning ring, and then a burning tip of the lion's flesh pressed in with little resistance. He tried to squeeze it to increase the lion's pleasure, but was caught short:

-Don't squeeze; the barbs will hurt you; Tell me the second it hurts. I'm serious. Jonathan nodded and found his neck back in the lion's gentle bite as the uncomfortably large penis penetrated him deeper and deeper. The lion paused, applied more of the lubricant, pulling back and pushing forward, then changed his angle of approach a little. Jonathan felt it go deeper, surprisingly without much discomfort now, and drops of fluid appeared on his penis. His prostate seemed to convulse, and hard; a thick drop of fluid seemed to be stack somewhere in his urethra, unable to quite get out. He tried to reach for his penis and masturbate, but Kevin held his hands locked in position and gave no hint that would change soon. The lion's balls were now pressed against him; he could sense that the lion's penis had barbs at its end too, and significantly bigger ones by the feel of them going inside him; he wondered how he'd failed to notice them earlier.

-They just came out of the sheath - said Kevin, as if reading his mind, then paused, and withdrew a little - You don't see them coming but you certainly feel them. I'll keep them out of you...for now. Or maybe I won't.

The lion did not keep them out. This seemed to increase his pleasure greatly, because Jonathan begun to feel the wetness and throbbing in him.

-Mine -concluded the lion, panting, saliva dropping on Jonathan's neck, then pulled the human close in an embrace, laying them both on their sides, not pulling out one bit. -Take your rest where you can get it - he advised Jonathan - I'll be diving back in you before you can count to twenty. Scout's honest, as you say here.