From: afril@quiknet.com (Zane A. Lewis)
Subject: Lion1.Txt (M/M, Human/Leonine, Rough)
Date: Tue, 30 May 1995 14:45:26 GMT
Organization: Rishtahran Society

LION1.TXT

A lionman goes on leave.. - By SwampRat (c) 1991 The Rashathran Society

The sound of drums filled the room. Asake growled deep in his throat. He took
another sip of reedle. 'This had damn well better be worth the expense..' A
shield appeared.. It shone in the darkness. A head popped out from behind the
oval.. It was a round face, painted white on black. A Human? Hmmm... Well,
really shouldn't expect a back-eddy like this to have a Leonine. The being
moved around him, dancing. Bells on the ankles jangled his nerves.. Made him
edgy. Hmmm.. Then he sniffed. 'What?' His nose wasn't lying.. "Damnit! I
specifically said I wanted a Female!!" The bald man grinned. Whirled..
Continued to dance. Despite himself, the lionman found his heart pounding, his
claws tensing. But the male had no weapon.. It didn't matter. He was the
hunted. He was the prey.. Around the chair, the man moved, searching his foe
out.. Closer and closer the dark one came. Suddenly, the man flung the shield
to one side, both hands gripping a non-existent spear. They held it aloft..
Then plunged downward. To slide across the expansive chest and caress the hard
nipples. The maned head lolled. His stomach muscles relaxed, having tensed to
meet a blow that never came. 'No.. I shall never...' He opened his eyes to
stare into brown ones.

'It's the drug..' He grunted, lifting his head to press his muzzle to the
human's mouth. The male returned the kiss, then slid himself into the leonine
lap. In time to the slow drums, the warm orifice moved across his chest,
finding first one tit, then the other. Both were well explored by lips, teeth
and tongue. Then the male went downward, stroking the ribs, patting the slight
paunch, and finally resting on his groin. Claws bit deep into the chair arms.
'He wouldn't.. He's not actually...' A rumbled growl came from deep inside the
animal as he felt a hand grasp his erection. He forced his eyes open to watch
the human slide a wet tongue across his cock. Asake twisted, thrust his hips
up as his maleness was engulfed in warmth. No female felt like this.. Shit!
Nothing Felt Like This!! Fingers dug into his tawny rump, kneading the bony
flesh. A tongue worked him into a frenzy.. 'Too much...' The lionman came,
roaring and hunching. The man simply sucked harder, swallowing the sticky
semen rapidly. A paw held onto the smooth head, stroking it.. Then fell to
lay, claws extending and retracting as the man bobbed over his dick. The too
sensitive head screamed in pleasure/pain, and it's owner writhed in the male's
embrace.  This time both paws locked on the skull-like neck, holding it in
place..

"Stop.. Please..." The fingers finally let go, gently stroking his thighs and
stomach. The Captain also let go, collapsing back into the chair. "Damn, but
you are good.." He fondled an ear. But the mouth didn't move.. That is it Did
move... Back up to torture the tip with whip-like flicks of the tongue and to
scrape teeth against the underside. The reddish flesh was hard and seeping
again in no time. Asake gulped another glass of reedle.. He would need
strength if he was to again mate with the male's mouth.. But the man had other
plans. He stood and wriggled his butt in the animan's face. 'This in indecent!
Perverted!!' Paws grabbed the dark thighs and pulled the half-circles to his
face. He licked them, bit them, mauled them. Then, with a snarl, pulled the
ass down to his crotch. They both moaned as the tip pressed itself against the
crinkled anus. But the leonine didn't just shove it in.. Oh, no. He teased the
hole by flicking his penis against it, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum. Then
shoved the pointed head up and in until the orifice started to open to accept
the fiery poker.. And pulled back out. The male groaned at being teased so.

He suddenly shifted, tossing the human out of his lap. Then lazily followed
the body down. The man got up and looked over his shoulder, just as Asake
knelt behind him. With a toothy grin, the captain let his cock sink into the
upturned ass. Then resting his belly on the man's back, nuzzled the hairless
head. "Move for me.." He growled, pressing himself harder against the male.
The human obliged, sliding his hips forward, then back, to re-sheath the thick
cock.  Slowly at first, then faster and harder the buttocks shoved themselves
into the golden furred crotch. The lionman found himself groaning, and
matching the male's thrusts with his own. The passage was tight and pulled on
his cock. He threw his head back, teeth clenched, buggering the man deeply.
His balls ignited, fanned by friction and drink. He rested his head on the
sweaty back and poured cum into the twitching asshole.

Furrows were dug in the wood floor as the animan grunted over his lover. One
last shuddering hunch and his nuts emptied themselves entirely. They slowly
rolled onto their sides, and lay, pressed together. The man stirred.. And was
held. Rough paw-pads stroked his chest, and sides. Only when the shrinking
penis slipped free of the clutching anus to disappear back into it's sheath,
did the captain allow the male to get up. He fondled the swaying balls,
stroked the semi-erect penis, and sighed. He was shown to a stall and took a
warm shower. Dried and re-dressed, he returned to his crew. They stood, with a
look that could only mean one thing.. The first-mate finally breached the
question.  "How was your leave, Captain?" He shrugged. "She was alright.. For
not being Leonese." Then twitched his whiskers, grinning..

As he passed his First, he grabbed a pawful of trousered butt. "You Son-Of-A-
Bitch.. He was Great! And the next time I go on leave.. You are coming with
me." Ktarr grinned himself and nodded, watching the Captain make his way aft
in more than just a friendly way. Then he sighed and turned back to the
matters at hand.

The End 


LION2.TXT

A shortie - By SwampRat
(c) 1992 The Rashathran Society

Mahamara stood at attention. Not even the new stripe on his sleeve cheered him.
The commander was dead.. The new one was a boozing, greedy bastard unfit to
lead a flock of birds. His head thumped as he too, drank to excess, but not
because he loved drink. No, indeed, he Hated the stuff.. But, it was either
drink or go mad! At last. The procession was over. And the lion-man felt even
worse than before. 'What a travesty..' He headed into the local town as soon as
he possably could. Letting his feet wander where they would, the being shook
his head again. Why was fate so cruel? The more he thought about the
coronation, the more he decided to do himself in with drink.. What's this? He
stood in front of a bar he had never seen before. It was near the SpacePort, on
the Wrong side of town. What the hell.. Nothing in there could kill him. And
even if they did, he would probably be better off.. Mahamara became the center
of attention as he entered. All the beings were male.. How strange. They looked
at him like.. Meat. He didn't care.. As long as the bar served him, he could
care less what the locals thought. Or what they looked like.. The lion-man
walked to the stool and sat on it. The tender came over, dressed like nothing
he had ever seen before.

"What is the strongest thing you have?" A hand pressed itself against his
thigh. He followed it up to a pair of blue eyes.. "Sapwort.." The entire bar
inhaled sharply, and the tender stared at the man. Mahamara ignored the hand..
As long as it didn't go higher. "Very well then.. Sapwort." The man pushed his
glass forward. "The same.." It came in a metal mug, foamed like an eddy, and
smelled like a dirty sock. However the taste was of nothing.. He chugged the
entire contents down. The human beside him grinned and lifting his mug, saluted
the male, downing his own concoction. "Another round, 'Keep.." The next one was
sipped on, as something was interfering with his coordination. Perhaps it was
that hand between his legs. Between?! Fingers were stroking his balls..

Damn, but the Females in this bar were forward.. And strange-looking. However,
he wasn't above giving as good as he got. He reached over to his right, and
grabbed a handful of butt, squeezing it. It's owner squealed, wriggling in his
grasp. He chuckled.. "Care to go into the back room?" Well.. Right to the
point. He finished the second drink and found his tab paid.. Hands grabbed his
and led him to a door marked "Private". He had never been to an orgy before,
but he was also a Lion-man, afraid of nothing! The door was opened and he was
half-dragged inside.. Sex was all around him. The sharp tang of sweat was
mingled with the muskiness of male bodies, and the sweet scent of ejaculate.
Moans and grunts all but drowned out the speakers droning some song or another.
His guides found a spot on a padded bench and dropped him onto it. Hands peeled
his clothes off and placed them neatly in a pile. Hands stroked his furry body,
as somebody nipped at his chest. He growled, pulling a head up to kiss the
rouged lips. Then groaned as a mouth found his erection. Damn! Human females
knew how to take care of a male! They didn't stop at just licking on it either.

Warmth engulfed him.. Then gulped as the nuts somebody was fondling exploded..
Too much drink... Somebody laughed and he felt anger.. For a moment. Then found
it was hard to feel much of anything.. Except the hands on his butt. Something
was poking him under his tail.. A finger? It was an awfully thick finger.. But
the female seemed to know what she was doing, for as it opened his ass up, his
cock stirred again. A dick found it's way into his hand. He felt it, stroking
the man-meat. After all, it Was an orgy. Somebody wriggled a fat butt into his
lap. His other hand went to caress the body, as the creature impaled itself on
him.. Wow! This one was tight.. Perhaps human females were small. His senses
were dulled to the point that he found himself lapping on a butt that had a
cock deep in it. Then nibbling on a pair of hairy nuts.. It didn't matter
anymore. Flesh was pressed on his body in various places. When liquid entered
his mouth, he drank it. When his testicles lurched in hand or mouth, he groaned
and hunched. Finally somebody took his hand and led him out into the dark.

                             * * *

A stray sunbeam came through the shutter, and hit a tawny eyelid. It's owner
rolled over.. And awoke to a muzzy hangover. Had he tied one on last night!
Someone stirred beside him. Oho.. So, he had gotten lucky as well. A hand
stroked his chest, toying with the golden mane. His eyes went wide as his hand
encountered a cock. Impossible! The male gave him another kiss, sliding up his
leg. Before he could say anything, the human flung a leg over his thighs, and
straddled him. The erect penis slid between the muscular butt-cheeks and
dribbled pre-cum on them. The youth giggled. "You are my first Lionman.." 'This
is not happen.. *Yipe*' With a shudder the male impaled himself on the jutting
pole, slowly sliding down to the root. Mahamara was stunned. He was buggering a
human.. A Male Human... And Enjoying it! This was too much. He flopped back on
the bed and allowed the man to ride him. "You were a Big hit at the Undergrowth
last night.. Everybody wanted to ride the lion." Mahamara groaned, feeling
aches and pains in very unfamiliar places. His mouth tasted like boot
leather.. The man continued to slide on his cock. He growled as his nuts sent
shivers of pleasure up his spine and he hunched. "Mmmm, Yes! Fuck me.."

The youth bent down and kissed the leonine. Who found he liked the lip-press.
He snarled and dug his hands into the smooth butt-flesh. Then howled, surging
up to bury every last inch in the hot ass and spurt his cum deep into it.
Flopping back, he lay, basking in the afterglow, as the male worked himself
around the still pulsating pole. "Wow.. What a butt-filler... Love it!" He
uncorked himself, and with another kiss, went to the bathroom. Mahamara lay in
the bed, not sure what to think. As was the way of a warrior, he had not lain
with any of the females in his homeworld, nor had he taken advantage of anyone
here.. And in one night, he had lost his virginity. In more ways than one, if
the ache under his tail told the truth.. And he found himself not caring in the
least. The male appeared at the door. "Care to take a shower? You can shrub my
back.." The lion-man leapt off the bed and swept the male up in his arms. "You
bet I'll scrub your back!" he growled, kissing his lover. 

                             * * *

The next freetime found Mahamara again at the Undergrowth. This time  he drank
beer and watched the performances as males courted other males. Many who went
into the back room came out alone.. To return with another mate. Some,
bedraggled and smelling of sex drifted out the door. Others left hand in hand,
to join in other rendezvous. But, no matter how many hands stroked his mane (or
other places), he would smile and pat a cheek, or stroke a smooth butt. But he
was waiting. "Sapwort, Please.." The lion-man was off his stool and converging
towards the voice in a heatbeat. Many bodies intercepted his as they found he
had an erection, with a piece of flimsy material hiding it. From view, but not
from hands and thighs.. "You.." he snarled. The man turned... Blue eyes stared
into his. Spacer eyes.. They took his frame in, showed interest in the bulge at
his crotch, and returned to question him. "is this stool taken?" A shake of the
dark head. The leonine grinned and sat on the stool with sensuous grace. And
more than a little lust. "Come here often?" A groan arose at That old chestnut.
"Whenever I am onplanet.." Definitely Spacer. He leaned over and growled low.
"What the hell did you do to me last rotation?" A grin. "I opened your eyes..
You didn't Have to take the path. It was there, and you followed it.. Of
course, if you no longer like the scenery, You are free to take another." He
handed the lion-man a card.

"Temple Of Pan - Who?" A grin.. "Beings who believe mating is fun, No matter
the race or sex of the participants. I myself am bi.. I enjoy males and
females." Mahamara's head spun.. The human grinned and tilting his head back,
swallowed the mug's contents in a long swallow. Then dropped a bill on the bar
and stood. "Wait!" The man leaned forward. "Give me a call sometime, Soldier.."
Another groan as that line made it's rounds. Then he kissed the muzzle with a
passion that curled the tufted tail, turned and walked out.. A half-dozen
offers to retire to the Back Room, and even a hand on his cock was ignored. The

he shook himself and stood. Followed the arm up to a painted male, who slid his
purple tongue out and licked scaly lips. He shook his head, then grasped the
wrist. "Leave it there.. At least until we get to the Back." Bi, eh? He tucked
the card into his pouch, then grabbed a scaled ass. And so clasped, the pair
went into the Back Room.

The End