If you attempt this and get turned into chopped liver, I am not responsible. You are responsible for your actions: you cannot blame me or sue me.

This is a work of fiction. The events described did not happen. No resemblance between the characters (human or animal) involved and any human or animal, living or dead, is intended.


Part 1. Cleo

One day, I got a surprise invitation from my friend, Vicky, to fly out to Las Vegas and visit her and her new husband, Frank. Getting married was the last thing I ever expected her to do. Still, I wanted to see her, and I wanted to get out of Harrisburg, so I gave her a call and arranged to fly out.

Vicky picked me up at the airport in a small pickup, and we drove out to her place in the mountain town of Blue Diamond, about 30 miles out of Vegas. On the way, she told me about her husband. Frank worked as a mechanical engineer for a high tech company in the area, but he was almost a mountain man at heart. Vicky had been transferred to a job at that company and she had kept running into him. He had a big picture of a lion rubbing heads with a lioness over his desk, and she'd noticed that it was a real photo, not a poster. Curious, she asked where he'd gotten it. To her surprise, Frank said: "I took it. They're my cats. The male's Caesar and the female's Cleopatra, though I just call her Cleo." He'd raised Cleo from a cub, then gotten Caesar who was already half grown. Frank got him for free from somebody who'd found that a half grown male lion was too much trouble, even though the lion had been declawed and defanged. Fortunately, she said, Caesar hadn't been abused, and he was a naturally good tempered cat.

Vicky just had to go out and visit the cats. One thing led to another, and soon she was staying out there on weekends. One Friday when she'd driven out to visit, she found that Cleo had come into heat two days before. Frank had separated the two lions in different pens so they couldn't mate and have cubs. He explained that there was a real problem with surplus lions. The zoos simply couldn't take them all.

They visited Cleo in her pen, and Vicky found that Cleo had become almost insufferably friendly. She proceeded to tell me an incredible story.

"She was constantly demanding attention. She'd insist on having her head rubbed. Then she'd lick you with her rough tongue until you couldn't stand it. Then she'd rub against you and almost knock you down. Then she'd turn and present her rear end to Frank and crouch like she wanted him to mate with her. I noticed his face got kind of red and I looked down and saw his pants bulging. He definitely had a hard-on. I thought I'd tease him a little. I hugged him and rubbed against him, made a throaty growling noise and said, 'Grrroww. I've got first dibs. She'll have to wait her turn.' He hugged me back, nuzzled me and growled right back at me.

Vicki continued, "We made a game of it, and in five minutes I was crouched like a lioness on the bedroom rug while he circled me on all fours, rubbing against me and growling. I had problems keeping from laughing, but we managed to carry the whole silly act through to its conclusion. I crouched low and held my rear high while he squatted behind me and entered me from behind, and we both growled while he fucked me. We were both incredibly aroused, and I had one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. He growled louder and tried to roar when he came, but maybe that was the last straw, because he broke out laughing instead. We lay there laughing ourselves silly for a minute or two. Finally, I said, 'All right, Lion Man, you've screwed me silly. Now it's Cleo's turn."

His response surprised me. He seemed to sober up and looked straight me. After an uncomfortable pause, he asked, "Are you just being silly or do you really mean that?" Maybe I'd been a bit slow, but I thought about Cleo's behavior and Frank's erection and wondered. Had he already tried fucking her? I was getting horny all over again just thinking of it. I tried an oblique track. "She's going crazy out there", I said. "She's so horny, you can't let her suffer. That wouldn't be fair." He didn't answer, so I continued. "I said she had second dibs. I'm not jealous. You're man enough, aren't you." I shouldn't have said that, I guess it was kind of unfair.

He was staring at me. Finally, he asked, "What would you do if I did?" I replied, "Stand there and watch, getting hornier and hornier. Then I'd insist on taking my turn again. She can have second dibs but she can't have equal time." He was getting an erection again, but I wasn't sure I'd convinced him. I didn't know if he believed me or what. I leaned over and kissed him, then grabbed his penis and kissed it, then said, "You heard what I said. I'm getting horny again just thinking of it."

I'm not sure what convinced him, but he looked at me and said, "Okay, I believe you. I'll do it." It was dark out, and we didn't have any neighbors for over a mile. The area containing Cleo and Caesar's pens was surrounded by a tall, solid wood fence, and nobody could see us, so we didn't bother to put anything on when we stepped outside.

Cleo was still super friendly, and when Frank stepped into her pen, she immediately rubbed against him so hard that she nearly pushed him over. She quickly focussed on his hard, erect penis and sniffed it, pausing to make a funny expression with her nose wrinkled and her tongue part-way out. Frank said "Come on, Cleo," and she followed us back inside, where we could see what we were doing better and had guaranteed privacy.

She rubbed against him some more and nuzzled his crotch, making that funny expression again. She was clearly interested, and after a few seconds, Frank got down on his hands and knees, facing her. Cleo rubbed heads with him, then rubbed her body against his while turning to sniff at his rear end. As she did that, she leaned against him and canted her raised tail in his direction, obviously inviting him to take a sniff. Instead, he reached up and stroked her tail, making her lash it, then scratched her on the rump just above her tail. She jumped a little, then turned to rub against him the other way, stopping just in front of him to crouch and present herself. All this time, she was purring and rumbling with pleasure.

Frank put his hand on her rump and she crouched lower with her feet back, holding her tail to one side and inviting him to mount her. Frank looked at me and asked for the last time, "You're sure you want me to do this?" I was so aroused by then that I answered, "Damn right I do. I'll get so horny watching you that I'll probably be ready take my turn with Caesar." He stared at me, but I think he believed me.

Cleo had apparently gotten impatient, as she'd gotten up from her crouch and circled around him to sniff and rub against him some more. Then she crouched directly in front of him, again presenting herself for mating. He turned to face her and got off his hands and knees to squat directly behind her. He put both hands on her rump and she crouched lower, pushing her rump up and back toward him, lifting her tail and turning it sharply to one side. He touched her beside her vulva with one finger, and she trembled and pushed back against his finger. If she wasn't ready and willing, I don't know what was.

Her tail was in the way of his legs, so Frank lifted it up over his knee and draped it across his leg. Then he leaned over her, getting partway up from his squat to put his hands on the ground just ahead of her hind legs. She stayed in her crouched position, so he spread his knees far apart and moved forwards until his rigid penis touched her rump beside her vulva. The root of her tail touched his groin before it bent to the side and hung out over his thigh on the side away from me. His penis was tilted up too high to enter her, so he shifted his weight sideways and reached back to push down on the shaft till it was more horizontal. He rubbed its end over her rump for a few seconds, trying to find the opening. Then, she shifted sideways an inch or two, and the end of his penis slid into her.

Frank let go of his penis and got his hand back on the ground beside the lioness. He held his knees wide and gently thrust forwards, sliding a couple of inches into her before pulling back. Cleo continued to crouch, but her ears were back, and she made a low rumbling growl instead of a purr. Frank thrust again, penetrating her a couple inches more, then pulled back. Cleo kept still, so he thrust a third time, not stopping until his penis was buried fully inside her and his balls were pressed tightly against her rump. He glanced at me for just a moment, then carefully pulled back and thrust about a dozen times.

Cleo was getting restless and growled louder, but Frank thrust once again, then tilted his head back and grunted between clenched teeth, "Here I come." He pressed his groin tightly against the lioness, and for a few seconds I could see the muscles in his belly moving as he started to come. Within seconds, Cleo's rumbling growl turned into a full-voiced snarl, and she lunged forwards out from under him, leaving him crouched with his jerking penis squirting into thin air. Cleo whirled around to face him, still snarling, and Frank backed away from her in a hurry; but she collapsed on her side, then rolled back and forth on her back. I got the impression that she was a very satisfied cat.


Part 2. Caesar's Turn

Frank stared at her, shook his head, then slowly got up from his crouch. He walked over to me, and I hugged him and growled softly in his ear. I reached down to feel his penis, but it was soft and spent from two wild fucks in a row. Watching him with the lioness had made me more aroused than I'd ever been since the first time I screwed Max. I wanted to get laid, and after watching Frank and Cleo, I wanted the same thing. I screwed my courage up and asked, "Frank, do you really think I could do it with Caesar, or would it be too dangerous? "

He looked at me for a long while. Then I noticed his penis starting to stiffen again. "I think you could do it. A lion's penis shouldn't be too big or anything. It's actually a little smaller than a human's. All cats have small penises for their size. Their big difference from humans is that all cats have backward pointing bristles on their penis. It's sort of a natural french tickler. I mated him with Cleo last year and he didn't get rough and rowdy. I don't think he ever actually bit her on the neck, which many lions do. It wouldn't be safe for him to do that with you. I'd have to stay completely away from him, though. A lion with a lioness in heat is totally jealous of any other lion that comes near. I'd have trouble helping you if you got into trouble. You mean you're actually crazy enough to try it?"

I replied, "I'm so horny now I'd fuck anything. You kept your promise, I'm not going to break mine. How do we do it?"

"First, we've got to make sure he's interested in you. That means you've got to smell like Cleo, so we need to borrow some of her scent and perfume you with it in the right places."

Cleo had stopped rolling about and was lying on her side. Frank got up and crouched beside her. She raised her head to look at him, then lowered it again. He patted her on the rump, and she didn't move. He looked up at me. "Come here. You'd better do this."

I got up and moved to crouch beside him. "What do I do?"

"Reach under her tail and wipe your fingers along her vulva. That will pick up her scent. Then wipe it all around your crotch. That should get Caesar interested." Cleo lashed her tail and stirred a bit when I touched her vulva, but she didn't do anything else. The fur was moist as I touched it, and I sniffed my fingers as I pulled my hand away. They smelled kind of sour and musky. My heart was beating hard as I wiped my fingers along my vagina and around my labia.

"Now what?"

"Let's see if he's interested." We left Cleo inside and walked beside Caesar's pen to the small building that Frank called the cat shack. Frank opened the door and turned on the lights. The small end of the shack was closed off into a room that was used to store frozen food and miscellaneous equipment. The other end of the shack housed the lions when they needed to be kept inside. The wall that separated the two rooms had a heavy door with a bolt-action latch that a human could operate from either side, plus a small window.

"Once he's interested in you, he'll probably get jealous if he sees me, and that could get really dangerous in a hurry. You're going to have to go in there alone and do everything yourself. I'll arm myself with the large CO2 fire extinguisher in case of trouble. It's pretty effective at startling cats into stopping whatever they're doing. I've never had to use it on him, so I'll have the advantage of surprise. I'll be in here with the lights off and watch you through the window.

My heart beat fast as I stepped through the door, and Frank closed it behind me and turned off the light behind it. In the lights of the cats' room, the window hid his face. I walked to the outer door to the lions' pen, and opened it a little. "Caesar?" I called softly. He was just outside, and he immediately pushed the door wider with his nose and stepped in. I pulled the door shut until friction held it closed; but I didn't latch it, and I immediately turned to face Caesar. He was sniffing the air with his nose slightly wrinkled, then stared at me with his amber eyes. I held my hand out to him just like I would do with Max, and he sniffed at it, then tilted his head back and closed his eyes with his nose all wrinkled and his tongue partly out, just the way Cleo did. He looked like he was about to sneeze or something.