Chance Discovery
by Chams

      This one is a sequel to a story about a lion named Leyrin and a fox named Michael that'd had a bit of fun in the lion's bedroom. The first half of it isn't that yiffy and was more a bit of practice with writing, but it seems to flesh out the story. It's probably better to read the first one (chance encounter) before going on to this. It's male on male and has a bit of bondage/dominationy stuff in it so if that's not your thing... then don't read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy. Requests, comments can be sent to chunx42@hotmail.com.


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      Jamey hadn't minded the fact that the two of us were together; in fact he seemed more than a little happy about it. With a sense of amusement I thought about how he had caught us in my bedroom. Rumours of our partnership had spread over the two weeks since me and Michael had first got together, and I had picked up the occasional comment on how we were well suited. I had to confess to myself that I really liked that sly fox, including the way he took control whenever we were in bed. Things continued the same as usual, with work at the café droning on and on, but it all seemed so much better with a mate to comfort me. We had gone out to one of the local clubs last night and had spent the night drinking, although admittedly I had nowhere near as much as Michael.
      That was how I found myself in his bed with his furry arm wrapped around my waist. It was difficult to see much in the darkened room, even with my feline eyes, only the outline of the window and his white cupboard really stood out with any detail. I still felt a bit lightheaded after those drinks down at the bar and the alcohol was slowly sending me toward sleep, pulling me gently toward the unconscious world. I closed my eyes and drifted away, feeling contented and secure for the first time in years.
      Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the blinds and straight into my eyes, making me wake up to a new day. I shifted my head across a little and let out a long yawn, wrapping the covers tighter around myself to keep out the cold air and rubbing the arm that still lay on my waist. " Leyrin? Awake, are you?" Michael said tiredly, stroking my mane. " I think I had an inch too much to drink last night. Feel like I've been hit by a car." " Lucky I walked you home." I replied, thinking about his stumbling into bed. " Yeah. Say, do you think I should get an earring or two? I've been thinking about getting some but I dunno..." " It's up to you I guess, that sort of thing usually looks better on canines." I considered. " A couple of smallish gold ones would look good." Michael began nipping my ears teasingly. " Might get one tomorrow. I always liked your mane, I'm sort of glad you haven't had it trimmed like a lot of others." I mumbled a doubtful reply. Managing my mane took half and hour every morning, and it never seemed to sit exactly how I wanted it to. I had never really considered trimming it mainly because it made me look older and more respectable than I really was. But it was the thought that counted. He called me by my full name more often than not, which was unusual because most others simply referred to me as ‘Ley'.
      Michael's journalistic profession was fairly obvious, with newspaper clippings and bits of articles strewn across his desk and floor. He wanted to work for one of the bigger papers but so far hadn't been offered the chance, and so he did editorials for the local paper in the hope of proving his talent. I wished I knew where I wanted to go in my career. Sometimes I felt that I didn't even want to have a career in the way that most people expected of me. " Where's Michelle and Sami?" I enquired, wondering where his roommates had gotten off to. " They probably crashed at one of their friends houses. Actually, I think Sami was heading to the northern suburbs for something to do with her friend. They're always out anyway. Don't know why they even bother paying rent." " Okay." I mumbled, drifting off to sleep again.
      The lazy Sunday morning passed by slowly as I let Michael and myself recover from last night. His house was an old terrace situated in a quiet street along a long row of similar houses that were occupied mainly by furs under thirty, which gave it kind of friendly, campus like atmosphere. Having two girls in the house probably kept it fairly clean, as I couldn't imagine that Michael would do much of the housework without being asked, or told. That would probably become a source of conflict in the future. I was sure of it. I found myself wandering down the disorganised collection of shop fronts that lined Helm Street after Michael had made the very definite decision to get those earrings he had been talking about earlier. I had no idea why, but he suddenly seemed very determined about the whole thing.
      We walked up the stairs of a neatly labeled piercing shop called ‘Temptations'. In my opinion it was a bit of a strange name, but inside seemed normal enough. A black reception desk, a few cushioned chairs and a collection of brightly coloured posters showing what you could have pinned into yourself were the main features of the rather plain white room. An officially dressed young tigress waited at the desk, smiling as we entered. " You going to get anything." Michael hinted, nudging my shoulder. " Probably not, but you go ahead." A look of mock disappointment briefly flashed across his face. I walked over to one of the posters and started to have a look at all the different jewelry while Michael talked to the reception girl. The thought of getting a nipple ring crossed my mind, but the prices kept me well away from getting anything done. Working at a café didn't really leave much in the way of spare money, especially when I had to save as much as I could for study next year. Studying what? I thought to myself solemly. I sat down on one of the chairs and waited while Michael wandered off to one of the back rooms to get his piercing. It took longer than I thought, the clock above reception turning around one hour before he finally came back out.
      " You like it?" He asked, turning the left side of his face toward me. Two small gold rings, one at the base and the other in the middle of his pointed ear now complemented his vulpine looks. " It's good, makes you look more... foxy." I said, grinning. " I was thinking of getting a ring myself but they cost a bit much." " I can pay for it, I have more money than I know what to do with." " Not, it's alright." " You sure? What did you want to get?" He said, fumbling his wallet out from his jeans' pocket. " No it's... I wanted a nipple ring but..." The sentence trailed off from my mouth. " Hey, not a problem. Look, I'm sure you can pay me back for it later on if you feel bad about the money." " No, really. I'll be okay." I said without having any real resistance in my voice. Michael gave me a little push in the back, urging me forward. " Which one did you want?" " Well, just one of the silver rings up one the wall there. Nothing too fancy." I replied, feeling guilty about how quickly I had given in. " I think it was number twenty eight." " Sure thing, I'll take you down here next week to get it then." He replied, heading for the front door without asking for my consent. We started to head down the long suburban terraces and apartments that were the hallmark of our suburb, chatting about the events of the past week and discussing various insignificant subjects. The sun let off a frail winter heat from the top of the cloud streaked blue sky, losing out to a chill wind that blew down from the north. I was shocked at his generosity with the ring, but happy that he cared so much. It was nice having someone who really cared, someone who would look out for him.
      " I take it that your parents know that you're gay." Michael said to me in a serious manner. I had asked him the same question before, and he was reluctant to talk about it. " Uh huh, I told them a few years ago. Most of my family were uncomfortable with it for a while but they seem to think its normal now. I think once they realised I still had the same personality it became easier for them." " You're lucky. I wish that..." " It'll be alright." I said, wrapping an arm around Michael in an effort to comfort him. " Maybe they'll begin to accept you soon." " Maybe..." " They will. If they don't, you've still got me." He smiled and brushed my arm with his hand. We returned to my home in a slow meandering walk. Michael cheered up as we went, forgetting about the troubles with his parents for the time being. I felt worried about him, many of my other gay friends took the rejection of their family very seriously. I opened the door and wandered into the house, finding a note on the kitchen table explaining that Jamey would be away for the next couple of days.
      " Have the house to ourselves hey?" Michael asked, perking up a lot. " You know I did see what you were looking at on the computer back when we met." The computer...? It took a second for me to understand what he was talking about. " Oh, that. Jamey was going on about it and I decided to take a look for myself. He's really into it I think." " Is that right?" The fox said doubtfully. " I'll show you if you want." I replied quickly, heading in the direction of Jamey's room. Apparently, Jamey had poked around my room on a few occasions and so I had no qualms about looking through his. I wandered into Jamey's untidy room, which looked a bit like a laundry because of the layer of unwashed clothes that lined the floor. It was pretty much always dark inside with the shutters on the windows pulled closed both night and day. Bits of paper and packaging were thrown about the place in a disorderly fashion and the bed was unmade as usual. There were a couple of plates with dry food caked on near the bedside table. God, I couldn't stand living in here.
      " Neat." Michael commented. " He's worse than me." " I'll say." I opened the big blue cupboard to my left and took a glance at the neatly arranged collection of bondage gear inside. It was probably the only clean thing in the entire room. He seemed to have everything, from leather straps, ropes and cuffs to ball gags, masks and oddly shaped toys. The gear filled up most of the cupboard, leaving little room for anything else. " See." " That's impressive, is it like a hobby or something?" Michael grinned. " I dunno." I said, taking out a black collar with metal rivets. " He would have to try them out from time to time. There wouldn't be any point otherwise." " Do you want to try them out, Leyrin?" I nodded, letting Michael take the collar out of my hand. I felt the smooth leather wrap around my neck, fastened in place by his black furry hands. He took a leash out from the cupboard and attached it to the collar, tugging on my neck a few times to make sure it was in place.
      " I think my little kitty likes this sort of thing." He teased, taking on an altogether different mood. " Do you think we should be using his stuff like this?" I asked uncomfortably. " He won't even know we've used it, it's not like you're stealing anything." He had a point there, and the thought of playing around with the gear brought a definite sense of arousal. " Yeah, I'm willing to use most of the things here really. I don't know what you have in mind though." " We'll see where things lead." He stated with more confidence than was normal. He tugged on the leash and led me down the hallway, through into the kitchen where he hastily closed all of the curtains. I started to let myself surrender to him, letting go of my responsibilities and allowing him to dictate what was happening. " I'll be back in a sec. I expect to see you undressed when I return."
      The fox's footsteps echoed back down the hallway. I slipped off all of my clothes and kicked them to the side of the room, leaving me naked except for the collar still strung around my neck. By the looks of my barbed member poking out from its furry sheath I was ready to have some fun. Within a few moments Michael returned, wearing only a black leather g-string and carrying what seemed like the entire collection of gear in both his arms. " Lets see now, I think a little kitty would look better if he was all tied up, don't you think?" He said in a half questioning, half commanding tone. I nodded. Michael procured a length of white rope and began wrapping my wrists behind my back, doing a circle around my right, then my left, then doubling back again. " It's too tight." I said, feeling constricted where the rope was. Maybe he wasn't so experienced at this particular pastime. Then again, maybe he was. He loosened the rope and started again this time getting it firmly around my wrists, but not so tight that it hurt. The rope kept coiling around, first up my right arm, then my left, going several inches further up my arms and forcing my wrists to cross each other in a ‘v' shape near the base of my tail. I pulled against the rope but found that my arms were locked securely into position. Michael took the leash and pulled me over to the kitchen table with a few metres of rope still dangling from my wrists, leaning my body over the top of it.
      " Spread your legs." He ordered. I obeyed and placed my feet near the legs of the table, keeping my chest close to the pine scented wood of the tabletop as best I could. Two thick black cuffs were wrapped around my ankles and tied to the legs of the table, spreading me apart more than enough for whatever attentions Michael would want to have with my tailhole. My wrists were tied to my ankles with the remaining rope, which prevented me from moving my arms more than a few inches. I felt a tinge of shock as a ball gag was placed in my mouth, tasting of smooth rubber on my tongue, and tied around the back of my head to keep the thing in place. My trust in Michael kept me away from any fear, leaving me with a mood of trust and security that served only to increase my excitement. It was strange, I had never really felt this way before. A part of me still questioned why I was tied up over the front of the kitchen table, however. " What should I do with you, little kitten?" Michael whispered into my ear, stroking my mane slowly. " Mmmggfff..." Was about the best reply I could manage. " Here, drop it if I'm going somewhere you don't want." He said much more gently, pressing a small cushion-like ball into my hand.
      He began to rub my balls and sheath tenderly with his left hand, rolling them around in his palm to further heighten my arousal. The other hand ran along my chest in small circular motions, his claws raking through my fur and making me shiver as they headed down over my abdomen and closer to my member. Tantalisingly, the claws raked upwards again, finishing with a tickle under my chin. My claws extended into the air when his left hand moved up past my sheath and wrapped itself around my pulsing manhood. I let off a purring moan when he started to squeeze my member, very gradually rubbing up and down the shaft with his palm. My muscles tensed as Michael rubbed harder and faster, increasing the tempo every few strokes. The strong, rubbing grip around my manhood brought an electric feeling of pleasure throughout my body as I came closer to release. Just as I was about to climax, he stopped, withdrawing his palm and giving me a sharp slap across the behind. My throbbing manhood was stuck out in the open air, needing only a little more stimulation, but there was nothing at all I could do about it.
      Padded footsteps echoed across the room as he went to collect something else from the pile of equipment. The fox returned. I caught a glance of him behind me, holding lube in one hand and a large horse dildo in the other. I wriggled around uncomfortably in nervous anticipation of trying to take that thing. It was probably only slightly larger than Michael himself, but it still gave me a fright just looking at it. I moaned quietly as he pushed two fingers into my entrance, feeling around inside me and stretching my ring. After a short moment the fingers were removed. A gasp escaped my lips and blood rushed to my cheeks in a blush as the dildo slowly pushed through my entrance, splitting me apart with a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. It inched further in, making the world seem a blurry haze as more and more of the horse cock drove through my ring. He pressed it in more, going an inch further, pausing for a moment, and then going another. I felt like panting, and probably would have if it weren't for the gag in my mouth. I could have screamed as he started to toy with my sack again, just tapping and tickling it with his canine claws. I gritted my teeth around the gag and arched my tail up over my ears as he drove the horse cock gradually in one last time.
      Michael held one hand on the end of the horse cock to keep it inside and rubbed the inside of my thighs with his free hand, letting his claws leave my sack once again. I relaxed somewhat, getting more used to having that thing run halfway up my insides. He scratched my thighs and lower back, holding the thing in for what seemed like an eternity. " You like that, pet? I think a real one would be better, don't you think?" I made a muffled ‘yes'. The sound of his g-string dropping on the floor was almost deafening. The horse dildo was carefully pulled out, making me feel empty except for a throb around my entrance. The fox cock that easily slid into me more than filled that emptiness. His manhood felt so different to the dildo. It was more alive, more intimate, and for that reason it was so much better. Michael began a rocking motion with his hands around my hips, bouncing his knot against the edge of me. I closed my eyes and purred, wishing this moment would never end. The rocking continued on in a familiar pattern with the fox cock moving back and forth within. I could hear his panting above me as he moved faster, pressing his knot hard. His knot banged against my rump as the motion turned into more extended strokes of the cock pushing in, then out, then pushing in harder. The knot pressed into me with a sweet pain, expanding just as it made it through. Bursts of seed jumped into my body from his warm member, making me feel more filled than ever. A small trickle of the stuff ran down the inside of my legs, matting the fur that it touched. His claws dug into my hips as he finished his climax, letting more and more seed run into me until it finally died down.
      For the second time he was attached to me. A hand reached underneath and wrapped itself around my cock again, massaging it firmly. I was already close to letting loose from the last time, and I felt pressure build within. His paw slowed, and almost stopped, making me moan with need, before he gave in and sped up once again. Spurts of lion cum jumped from my member, covering both his paw and the floor in front of me. Just for an instant I felt pure pleasure, both from the seed leaving my body and the fox's member stuck in my tailhole. The spurts died down and I breathed a long sigh of relief. Michael unstrapped the gag. It fell from my mouth and down to the floor as if it were in slow motion, bouncing once against the timber floor and coming to rest. " There's plenty of time for more, I have a few ideas coming up in my head." Michael panted. I smiled, feeling no need to say anything just yet.