Hunting Dream Tiger (cl) 1998 (M/M, light M/S) George (cl) Swamprat George wandered about the area where the hunt was being assembled, greeting some of his fellow hunters and looking over the prey that they would be hunting. He hoisted his own pack and settled it, but it still felt uncomfortable, even though he had spent most of the morning adjusting it to no avail. Grunting, he shifted it and proceeded down the line where the prey was getting ready. But this was no ordinary prey they would be hunting today. Since contact with a new species called hayoomans, life had gotten interesting. New technology, friendship and recreation was being exchanged to both races benefits. The first contact had been tense and fearful, but eventually it had smoothed out and now it wasn't uncommon to see the pale skinned, head furred beings walking around. Since both species enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the hayoomans had introduced Man Hunting. Basically, it was hunting, but the prey was never harmed and it turned into a battle of wits for the prey to elude the hunters. A twist had been added since it was introduced. Instead of one prey, there was several prey and, if caught, that prey became the slave of the hunter who caught him or her for the weekend of the hunt. The rules were simple. The prey had a 25 minute head start and then the hunters would start after them. They had to stay inside a area fenced in with electronic markers and both hunter and prey carried a transceiver on their wrists tuned to the markers frequency to tell them when they were at the barrier. The prey had to either elude the hunters for the 4 hours the hunt ran or make it to the home base at the other end of the area without getting caught. George had never been on a Man Hunt before and was lucky his name had been picked. He continued down the area where the hayoomans, males and females, were getting ready. Like George, each on carried a backpack with food, water, a first aid kit and a few supplies for in the bush. The Hunt Masters were going down the line, passing out the wristbands that held the transceiver. There was also a shirt each prey had worn for a day to get a good scent on for the hunters to smell, as well as brag strips. These were strips of cloth with a series of gold or blue studs on them. Gold meant a hunt where the prey wasn't caught, blue meant a capture. The lion could see there was cloths with a few gold studs, but most held numerous blue studs. A mild commotion at the end of the line brought him over to see several of his party eagerly sniffing a black shirt hung on a pole. He got closer and saw what the commotion was about. The brag strip he saw had 40 gold studs on it. Not one blue one in the lot. "Get a whiff of this." Allan, a maned wolf in his party pointed to the shirt. George leaned close and sniffed the cloth, the rich, musky, tangy scent that hit him made his blood run hot and loins tingle. He pulled back, a little stunned. He looked at the hayooman. He was sitting on the ground, methodically checking his equipment and re-packing it. A cheetah, one of the Hunt Masters, got his attention and handed him the wristband. The hayooman took it, thumped the band several times with his hand, then snapped it on his wrist, shaking it and checking it with the master unit to be sure it was functioning properly. He nodded to the cheetah and went back to his preparations. "Who is he?" George asked, not taking his eyes off the being. A strong but gentle face, clean shaven, with a head of medium brown wavy hair that was almost like a mane hung down to well past his shoulders. "His name's David Simms. He is The, prey. No one has been able to catch him in 40 hunts. They call him the Ghost. There's also a bounty on his head of 10,000 creds to the one who catches him. A morph could do a lot with that." George was half hearing what his friend had to say, he was transfixed by the hayooman. The equipment was repacked and he was tying his hair back with a thong. He lifted his head and George almost drowned. Deep, blue/green eyes engulfed him, making his gasp. He knew these new beings has different coloured eyes, but not this...beautiful. They locked eyes and a gentle smile played over the hayooman's face as he looked over the lion. A pat on the back brought him back to reality. "I'm heading for the start area. Don't be too long. The hunt starts in 15 minutes." George briefly acknowledged Allan before the wolf left. David walked over and retrieved the brag strip, carefully folding it up and putting it in his pack. The shirt he lifted down, then turned to George. "Want another sniff?" He held the garment out. George leaned over and sniffed deep, the smell once again washing over him, making him shiver. He stood and cleared his head with a shake, his mane rusting softly. The hayooman put the shirt in his pack. Like George, he was wearing a shirt and shorts, but he was also wearing shoes, where the lion's own tough pawpads protected him from the ground. The lion shifted and the pack once again dug in, making him hiss in pain. "Need a hand?" The hayooman came over and lifted the pack off his back. George turned and watched David weight the pack, then sit and open it. "Hey!" The lion growled as it was swiftly unpacked. David shook his head. "No wonder it was bothering you, you had it packed wrong." and just as swiftly repacked it, fastening the top shut and standing. "Here, try it now." He held it out. George looked at him, then donned the pack. He was surprised. It fit better than ever. He shook his shoulders and jogged around a bit, adjusting the straps some to get it sitting better. "Thanks." "Don't mention it. Nothing worse than having a uncomfortable pack on your back." he lifted his own pack and put it on, grabbing a broad brimmed blue hat and putting it on his head. The two headed for the start area. "How come you haven't been caught?" David stopped and looked at him, then motioned George closer and leaned near the lion's ear. In a low and soft voice, he said "Maybe the right someone hasn't come along to catch me." A tongue flicked across George's ear and a hand cupped his groin, gently massaging it. The lion stiffened and a low mew escaped him. The hayooman pulled back, winked, and walked over to the start area. George stood there for a full minute, his mind whirling, before he got himself under control and made his way a bit stiff legged over to the starting point, tail lashing. David went over to where the other hayoomans were gathered. Greetings were exchanged and George could see, on the back of the hayooman's black pack, "Ghost" was stenciled in white letters. He went over to where the rest of his party was relaxing. "He talked to you?" Allan looked amazed. "So?" George replied, setting his pack down and settling into a chair. "He's never spoken to anyone in all the hunts he has been in before. He said it breaks his concentration. What did he say to you?" Allan was visibly excited. George shrugged. "He helped me with my pack and I asked him why he hadn't been caught. He said the right someone hasn't come along yet to catch him." And felt his shorts get a bit tight in the groin area. Allan leaned back, smiling and winking. "Then this could be the hunt where his record gets tarnished." George stared at his friend, then lifted a hind paw up, checking his pads for anything stuck in them. It was mostly so Allan couldn't see the insides on the lion's ears grow red. A horn sounded and George swiveled around to watch the prey start out. The ones who ran were usually the first ones to be caught. The more experienced ones fell into a distance devouring lope. But George watched the Ghost head for the tree line. He stopped, looked back, tipped his hat, then jumped into the tree line and vanished, making more than a few hunters gasp. "That's how he got the nickname Ghost." The maned wolf chuckled. George tuned back and looked at the clock which had started to countdown from 25 minutes. He reached for the pitcher on the table, poured himself a glass of water and waited. #~#~#~#~#~#~#~# The time seems to take interminably long to pass, but soon it was getting close to the time for them to head out. George stood and, shouldered his pack and headed for the start area. "This is going to be fun!" Allan said from beside him. George smiled at him, then the horn sounded and they were off. The group got into the trees and split up, sniffing for scents. "Got one!" Allan shouted and sprinted off. The rest of his party soon were off. George sniffed around, trying to catch David's scent again, to no avail. 'He couldn't have just vanished, no being can do that.' He punched a tree, then leaned his head against it. He breathed deep, thinking. A scent got his attention. He lifted his head and sniffed around. The scent vanished the further he got from the tree. He went back over to the tree and sniffed. The scent was on the tree. He examined it closer. Scrapes on the bark indicated someone had climbed it. He did likewise and soon found himself about 15 feet of the ground. He sniffed somemore and smiled. 'Clever.' The trees formed a web-work of branches that one could easily travel on, if one knew about them. 'He must do a lot of research about where he is going to be hunted.' George started out, sniffing along as he went. The trail was tricky and he had to do some backtracking on a few occasions. Soon it ended and he was on the ground. He sniffed and started off at a lope. He passed other members of his party, each one had a hayooman collared and on a leash. Allan had a pretty blonde female on a leash. "I got mine!" He shouted, the hayooman smiled at her captor. The lion grunted and continued on. He was soon getting near the end of the course and time was also running out. 'THINK! Allan told me he never goes to the end of the course, he waits until time runs out, then heads there.' He looked around. 'He would look for somewhere sheltered, secure. Where he could rest and relax.' George spotted a large tree had been partly uprooted, maybe a half hours walk of the end area. He crouched and slowly made his way over. He soon arrived and peeked around the edge. David was sitting with his back against the tree, hat over his eyes and obviously asleep. George quietly pulled his pack off, smiled, then yelled and leaped. The prey jumped just as the lion tackled him. The two rolled over and over, ending with George on top. He looked down and claimed his prey by clamping his jaws on David's neck, biting gently. His tongue tasted salty, tangy sweat and he started to lick, slowly and gently. David gasped at this and lifted his head even more. The lion licked and nuzzled the soft skin, then pulled back. David lowered his head and said, softly, "The hunter has finally come who can catch me." and lifted his wristband. George understood and he touched his to David's'. A soft beep made it official, just as the end game horn sounded. The two lay there, gently stroking each other. "We should head back. You, have a bounty to claim." David gently stroked the lion's face. George murred and pushed into it, before pulling back and standing. David knelt before him, head lifted slightly. George got his pack and dug the plain black leather leash and collar out of a side pocket. His paws were shaking as he leaned down and fasted the collar around the hayoomans neck, then attached the leash. He re-shouldered his pack and gently tugged on the leash. David stood, grabbed his own pack and his hat, then fell in behind him as the headed for the end of the course. When they got there, the resulting roar from the crowd could be heard for miles. Morphs were coming up to him and congratulating him and taking picture after picture of the two of them. It died down after a few minutes and George felt his eyes slowly recover from the strobe flashes. They were sitting in a lounge area, David kneeling beside him or running and getting stuff for him. A Hunt Master came over and presented George with a cred card for 10,000 creds. "I never thought I would live to see the day when the Ghost was finally captured. Way to go." He shook the lions's paw and clapped him on the shoulder. "I just got lucky." George replied. The fox laughed at him, them produced a stud gun from his belt. David reached for his pack and pulled out his brag strip. The fox took some pride in fixing the first blue stud to it. He stood, smiled at George again, then went off into the crowd. The excitement finally died down and George and David were led off to be cleaned up. #~#~#~#~#~#~#~# A party was held that evening with all successful hunters leading around their slaves. Allan was leading his around and bragging about her, making Maleen, his slave, blush. George was also leading around David and talking some, but not bragging. At the meal, David waited on George and fed him. Stories and tales of the hunt went on into the night. George was soon exhausted from the party and the hunt that day. Polite excuses were given and the two headed back to George's room. Once inside, Gorge put his arms around David and kissed him, deeply, slipping his tongue in and stroking the hayoomans. David returned the affection, then pulled back slightly. "Would my Master like a shower?" George growled softly and felt his clothes being removed. "You are most beautiful." Kisses were gently placed over his chest, making the lion mew softly. A hand gently tugged on his paw and he was led to the shower. They stepped in and David turned the water on, adjusting it. The warm water flowed over George, making him sigh. David then grabbed the shampoo and applied it to the leonine's mane and started to work it in. George murred and relaxed as strong fingers massaged his scalp. David worked over his mane for a time, then started on his shoulders and slowly worked his way down. George put his paws on the wall of the shower as his back was slowly worked over, then his rump was rubbed and kneaded, making him growl softly. A finger traced under his tail and over his pucker made him shiver. His legs were also worked over, then his front. When those hands got near his groin, he moaned. They gently stroked his thighs and worked their way up, the massage having turned into a caress. When his balls were gently rubbed, George growled and felt his member slip from it's sheathe. The stroking stopped and the lion opened his eyes and looked down, just as the hayooman slowly licked his shaft. The lion hunched and groaned as he was slowly engulfed into that warm, wet orifice. A tongue flicked and lapped at him, tracing the veins on his cock, a hand was gently massaging his balls in their velveteen sack. The leonine growled at this, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started to wash David's hair. A muffled sigh from the hayooman signaled his pleasure and he redoubled his efforts on the shaft in his mouth. The lion was hunching and massaging, trying to keep from grabbing the head and burying himself to the root in that hot mouth, tying to draw out his pleasure. He lost the battle when a soap slick finger found his tailhole and buried itself deep just as he was swallowed to the root. George roared and came, sending a flood of hot lion cum down the hungry gullet. Strong throat muscles pulled the cum out of him and his knees were shaking. His climax finally ended and he was released, the finger withdrawn and his cock licked clean as it sheathed itself. David stood and kissed him, flicking his tongue across a fang. George returned the kiss, opening his mouth and letting the tongue in to be rubbed by his, tasting his own seed. His own was coaxed in and gently sucked on. The lion held his slave close, running a paw down a well muscled back. He pulled back and looked again into those eyes, feeling his soul drown. The hayooman smiled at him, then reached back and turned the water off and the dryer on, sending jets of warm air over the two of them. George murred as fingers were run through his mane, gently untangling it. He closed his eyes at the sensations. This went on for a time, then the lion opened his eyes and started on David's hair. 'So soft.' He thought as he ran his finger through the thick mass. The mutual grooming went on for a few minutes before both were dry. David once again led George by his paw into the bedroom and set him on the bed. He went over to the dresser and came back with some brushes. The hayooman then started to groom the lion. Legs first, working his way slowly up, then his arms and body, front and back. His mane was the last and took the longest. By the time David was done, George looked and felt wonderful. His mane swished softly and his pelt shimmered. He admired himself in the mirror, before he noticed David doing his own hair. He went over and grabbed the brush from his hands. David started to protest, saying it wasn't a Master's job to groom a slave. The lion put a finger on his mouth, gently silencing him, then led him over to the bed and motioned him to sit on the floor. He did and George sat on the bed and started to brush. He reveled in the softness of the hair as he worked, gently untangling it. He finished and David passed him back a black cord with bright blue beads on the ends and he tied the hair into a loose ponytail, full of curls and waves. David stood. "Thank you, Master." and bowed his head. George put his paw under the hayooman's chin and lifted his head. "You don't have to call me Master now." he once again drowned in those eyes. David blushed. "Sorry. I just figured you would like a little pampering after going through so much trouble to finally be able to catch the Ghost." George looked at him. David was well muscled, but not overly so. These were muscles that had been formed by work, not working out. He reached out, touching the tanned skin and traced it down. On the hayooman's body were scars, but not many. White lines showing against the tan. He traced one across a tanned thigh. "How did you get these?" "When you are being hunted, you tend to want to move hard and fast." Was all he said, shivering under the gentle caress. The leonine reached his groin and cupped the hairless scrotum, gently squeezing. David moaned and closed his eyes, his shaft starting to get hard, George watched, fascinated. He had seen pictures of hayooman male sex organs, but not up close. The cock filled and extended to a nice-sized cylinder. He leaned close and flicked his tongue across it. David jerked and gasped. He got his breathing back under control. "You have never seen a one of us naked before." The lion shook his head, his mane swishing and brushing the cock in front of him. The hayooman moaned. He did it again, leaning closer and doing it longer this time. David was trembling, making his shaft bounce invitingly in front of the lion. The feline then grabbed David's cock and tugged him over to the bed, getting him to lay on his back. He then proceeded to explore the Ghost, running his paws, and sometimes his tongue, over him. He found the hayooman's sides were ticklish and he made full use of this knowledge until David lay there helpless with laughter. Laughing himself, he reached the wilted cock and stroked it back to hardness. Soft moans escaped David's lips and he shifted slightly. George moved his own legs and was soon kneeling between bare ones. He leaned close and licked the shaft slowly, bringing moans and gasps. He savored the taste. 'Tasty.' He leaned close again and lapped at the balls, making them swell. He pulled back, then licked over the tasty male meat, before engulfing it to the root, nose pressed into a thatch of curly brown/red hair. The Ghost groaned again and balled his fists in the sheets, hips trying to thrust, but were held in place by the lion. He made full use of his tongue, flicking it across the cock in his mouth, or gently dragging his teeth over it, making David plead to let him come. George grinned as only a lion can, before engulfing David to the root, sucking hard. The hayooman exploded, grasping his head and trying to shove his cock deeper into the lion's mouth, releasing a flood of seed into the cat's mouth and throat. George swallowed, nursing hard to get every drop of the thick, tasty cum. David gave him all he had as the tongue flicked over him, coaxing even more out. When no more would come, George licked him clean, then crawled up to straddle him, before leaning down and kissing him. It was eagerly returned and arms locked around each other as they frenched. The kiss ended when both were lightheaded. David rested his head on George's shoulder and the two gently stroked and petted each other, before drifting off to sleep. #~#~#~#~#~#~#~# The next day was to relax and enjoy oneself. George headed for the pool, dressed in a pair of light blue speedos, with David wearing black. They lazed about the pool, chatting with other hunters and prey, sometimes going swimming and having fun. At lunch, George lay back on a lounge while David fed him, wiping his muzzle clean with a napkin after each bite. Once he was fed, David had lunch, sitting beside his lounge on a cushion. They spent more time swimming, getting into a game of water volleyball, hunter versus prey. Allan set up the ball for a fox, who jumped and spiked it. Maleen blocked it and it was set up by a red haired hayooman for David to jump and spike. It went high and David erupted from the water and drove the ball down over the net, George dove and just missed it. The game went to the prey who huddled and cheered, clapping each other on the back. George grinned, then dove under the water and grabbed David's swimtrunks, yanking them off. David yelped, then swam after him, getting a hold of the lions' and pulled them off. Hunters and prey cheered them on as they tried to get their trunks back from the other. The game went on for a few minutes, before David dove down and kissed the opening of the lion's sheath, slipping a tongue inside. George jerked and dropped the trunks. These were grabbed as his own were released. Both put them on before exiting the water, finding out bets had been made on who would win. The lion looked at the hayooman, grinned again, then picked him up and tossed him in the pool. He came back up, sputtering and swam over to the side. George leaned down to pull him out and got yanked in instead. This prompted a water war which finally ended in the evening. Everyone and thing was soaked, but all were laughing about it. They dried off and changed for a quiet dinner, the odd round of laughter coming from around the room. A formal pictures was taken of George and David; one copy would be mounted on the hunting lodge's wall while each one got a copy. The party wound down and George and David were one again in the lion's room. Both were naked and lying on the bed, gently stroking the other, George looking deep into those beautiful blue/green eyes. "I want to make love to you tonight." George traced a gentle finger over David's face. "As my Master wishes." The hayooman replied, stroking the furry chest. "No." George rolled over onto of him. "Not as Master and Slave, but as ourselves." He reached down and undid the collar around David's neck, then tossed it across the room. "Now, my name is George." "A pleasure to meet you George, my name is David." "A pleasure to meet you, David." He leaned down and kissed him, deeply, passionately. It was returned enthusiastically till both were lightheaded. George pulled back and sat on the hayooman's hips, stroking his chest and stomach, occasionally flicking a finger across his sides to make David squirm. He slid back and spread the Ghost's legs and knelt between them, stroking the thighs. David sighed and relaxed under the gentle touch and spread his legs a bit more. George began stroking the limp cock until it was rigid, but this wasn't his true goal. His own shaft was erect and aching. George slipped off the bed and went over to the dresser, selecting a bottle of oil. He returned to the bed and opened the bottle, a scent like cinnamon, but sweeter, filling the room. He poured a little on his finger and touched the pucker of flesh nestled between the hayooman's buttocks. A shiver went through the Ghost. The lion gently rubbed the oil in, re-oiled his finger, then slowly penetrated the tight bud, sinking in to the knuckle. David moaned and closed his eyes. George continued to work his finger in, out and around, adding more oil and fingers until he had three of them inside, gently wiggling them to loosen him up. "Now, please." David gasped. The leonine smiled and removed his fingers. He applied the oil to his rampant shaft, seeing it glisten. He capped the bottle and passed it to David, who set it on the bedside table. The lion then lifted David's legs up and rested them on his shoulders. He shuffled closer and lined himself up. Leaning forward, he penetrated and buried himself to the hilt inside the Ghost's clinging warmth. The hayooman threw his head back and gasped. George leaned down, nibbling and licking the exposed throat and let the hayooman adjust to the cock buried deep inside him. David was soon making contented sounds and trying to thrust up against him. "Stay." George growled softly, smiling. David obeyed, smiling also. George started to wiggle his hips from side to side, forcing more moans from the hayooman. Deciding he was ready, he withdrew until he was just inside the tight ring of muscle, before thrusting in to the hilt. The Ghost gasped and lolled his head on the pillow. The lion smiled and started to thrust with a slow, steady pace, pressing himself tightly, before almost withdrawing entirely. He kissed and licked the neck before him, earning more moans and sighs. This kept up for almost a half hour, George slowing and stopping when he felt close and let himself come down, before starting again. David was begging and pleading with him to come in him. His skin had a sheen of sweat over it and his neck had a few red marks from where the lion had nibbled him a little too enthusiastically. His erect cock was steadily leaking pre cum onto his belly, making George's fur sticky, but he didn't care. "Please." David gasped once more, weakly, barely even raising his head off the pillow. George smiled as only a lion can and started on hard, fast and deep thrusts, making the bed shake and tremble. "Yes!" David managed, before he couldn't speak and just lay under the rutting leonine. The animan started grunting in time with his thrusts, feeling his orgasm getting near. David too was grunting as the furred groin compressed his rear, sexual jolts racing up his spine. Both were reaching their peaks, but needed something more to send them over. George leaned down and closed his jaws on David's neck, just as the hayooman swung his legs over the lion's back and pulled him down, hard. To say what happened next wasn't an orgasm, but a supernova of pure, sexual ecstasy. Seed was pumped from the lion into the spasming tunnel of flesh and muscle under him. Cum was being pumped out between the two of them, intoxicating them with it's unique scent as both strived to reach even higher on the plain of nirvana. George held him tight with his jaws, trying to drive everything between his knees and nipples into the hayooman. David was trying to pull him in even deeper, the pain from his neck made him squeeze harder with his legs. After what felt like eternity, their climaxes ended and they lay there, unmoving, breathing deep. George had released the soft neck and lay, resting his head on a sweaty chest, listening to the heartbeat slow down and level off. A shaky hand started to gently stroke his mane, making him purr softly. They lay like that for several minutes, bathing in the afterglow, before the lion withdrew from the hayooman with a sucking noise, a moan accompanying it. He managed to crawl up and lay, resting his head on a bare shoulder before sleep over came them and dragged them down into the depths of Morpheus. #~#~#~#~#~#~#~# George awoke the next morning, still feeling tired, but also wonderful. He rolled over and found out he was alone. That brought him immediately awake and he sat up. He listened for a moment and heard the shower running. Looking down at his matted and stained fur, he figured it was a good idea. Getting up, he padded into the bathroom. Steam filled the air as he stepped in. He walked over to the fogged up shower door and slid it open and entered, closing the door behind him. David was standing there, relaxing under the water and slowly shampooing his hair. The lion stepped close and reached up and took over that job, reveling in the softness he felt. The hayooman sighed and lowered his hands, relaxing under the gentle touch. He slowly turned so he was facing the lion, put his arms around him and kissed him. George removed his paws from the foamed up mass and put them around David's neck, returning the kiss and holding each other close. "Morning." he whispered softly, not wanting to break the silence to much. "Morning." was softly sighed in his ear. They held each other for a moment, before David reached over and grabbed the shampoo bottle and started on the leonine's mane. A gob was applied and worked in, the scalp underneath massaged also. George moaned and relaxed as the hands worked his head over, then slowly moved down his front, lathering it up. He stood, the odd mew escaping his muzzle and the hands went down his front, paying extra attention to his groin area. This had the effect of bringing out the sheathed member. It too was gently worked over, cleaning it carefully. David stood and George looked down and saw he was erect also. George looked into those eyes and slowly pulled back, then turned around, putting his paws on the shower wall and spreading his legs some. David moved close and started on the furred back, lathering it up and working down. George groaned as his rump was worked over, a finger tracing over his anus, prodding but not penetrating it, just yet. He groaned at this and held onto the wall as his legs were worked over and spread apart a bit more. He stood there, shivering as the hands went slowly back up his legs, stopping at his rump and working it over. This time, a finger gently prodded, then penetrated him, burying itself deep inside the ring of muscle. George moaned and clenched around the gently wiggling digit. The clenching stopped and the finger was rotated and thrust in and out a few times. A second joined it, then a third a moment later, prodding his prostate and exciting tender nerve endings. This massage continued until the muscles relaxed, before being withdrawn. George braced himself and felt something slick and hard pry him open and start to slowly slide into him. He growled and closed his eyes as the length of meat was thrust deep inside him. When groin and rump met, he was held close as the maleness throbbed inside him. He trembled at this and clenched the wall, claws screeching on the tile. They stayed still for a time, hands straying over his front, tweaking his nipples or stroking his cock, earning a appreciative groan and tail flipped over a nude hip wrapped around an equally bare leg . David then grasped a furred hip in each hand and withdrew half his length before thrusting in to the tightness. George mewed and thrust back, taking him deeply, feeling the shaft probing deep inside him. The maleness was once again slowly withdrawn and thrust in again, before settling down to a steady, even pace, hands once again fondling his front at the same time. The leonine mewed and murred, pushing back and reaching through between his legs to gently fondle a swaying scrotum. A moan in his ear signaled appreciation at the gesture. David slowly fucked the lion, drawing out the pleasure and repaying him for last night, driving George out of his mind with lust. He mewed softly, then gasped as the thrusts sped up, jolting him and inflaming nerve endings even more. He held on tight to the wall as the sparks started to build inside him. Mews, moans and grunts filled the steamy enclose space. George threw his head back, snarled and came, spattering the wall with his seed, clenching around the intruder moving inside him. A grunt and warmth filled him as the hayooman came deep inside him, coating his insides with a hot, sticky load, forcing more out of the leonine with every movement. Soon, the moment faded and the afterglow set in, enveloping the two in a soothing blanket, the sound of running water adding a romantic touch. They stayed still, David buried deep inside the still twitching tunnel of flesh while George held tight to the wall. Arms were wrapped around a fury body, gently stroking and smoothing the fur. This embrace was held for what felt like eternity, before the shaft softened and slipped from the warm embrace, moans echoing softly in the enclosed space. George turned and embraced David, kissing him deeply, tongues dueling and sliding along the other. They slowly, reluctantly untangled themselves and finished rinsing off. After drying and grooming the other, both got into normal clothes. George opting for shorts and a short-sleeved shirt while the Ghost put on a pair of faded jeans, T-shirt, a black bandanna to cover the red marks on his neck, socks and hiking boots and the two headed for breakfast. Conversation was minimal as the two sat eating, often looking at the other or gently touching under the table. They headed back to their respective rooms and packed. They met in the parking lot, George waiting for the shuttle to take him home and David wearing a larger version of the pack he had worn on the hunt. The blue hat was on his head and he also wore a loose fitting denim jacket with an odd crown logo embroidered on the left sleeve and a heavy bladed knife hung from his belt by his left hip. "I guess this is goodbye." David said softly. "Yeah." George felt a lump form in his throat and swallowed. "I wish we didn't have to part. I really wanted to get to know you better." "Me too." He held out his hand to the lion. George reached out and grabbed the hand and gave it a shake. It was returned, then he was pulled close into a hug. His back was patted and they held for a minute, then released. A shout made him turn and see the bus to take him home was loading and Allan was standing by the door, waving to him. He turned back to the hayooman. "Looks like my bus is leaving. You take care. Maybe I'll see you on the next hunt?" The hayooman just smiled gently. "Maybe. Never can tell what the future will bring. For me, or you." George smiled back, then lifted his bag and headed for the bus. His luggage was stowed and headed for the back of the bus, Allan had saved him a seat beside him. "So. How did you like the hunt?" Allan asked. "It was fun. Wouldn't mind doing it again." He settled in. "Well, after this hunt, you will be invited on the next one for sure." Allan smiled at him. George looked out the back window and saw the Ghost, standing there and waving to him as the bus pulled out. He waved back and a van passed between them. When it had passed, David was gone, making George and several others on the bus gasp. Allan chuckled, "Same old Ghost." George smiled and swiveled forward. #~#~#~#~#~#~#~# Two months later, George was sitting at his desk, going over some financial reports and feeling tired about the whole mess. He looked out the window. There had been another Man Hunt, but the Ghost hadn't shown up. In fact, no one could find him anywhere. It was like he had vanished off the face of the planet. "Excuse me, George?" he turned and saw a fellow employee, Michelle, a very pretty vixen, standing there with a large brown envelope. "Yes Michelle?" He turned back from the window. "This arrived for you at the front desk." And passed him the envelope. His name was on the front, and in the upper left corner was the same odd crown logo as on David's coat. "Thanks Michelle." She smiled at him, then turned and left with a flick of her tail. George looked over the envelope, then opened it. Inside was a piece of parchment, with the same crown logo on the top. He started to read. Dear George, I am sorry I wasn't able to attend the last hunt. Things got busy for me and took up a great deal of my time. I really missed you, but I hope you will accept my offer. Inside the envelope is a business card. Phone the number on the bottom if you want to contact me. Tell no one about it. I don't give my card out to just anyone. I am going to make you an offer. Are you tired of your job and want to change your destiny? Call the number on the card if you want to change your life. Or, if you don't, just call me and we can get together again. I liked being with you. Take care friend and may you find your destiny. Sincerely Yours, David Simms George read the letter through again and picked up the envelope. He gave it a shake and a business card fell out. It had the same crown logo on the top and the words 'Destiny Inc.' in gold and a number underneath. The leonine looked at the card for a long time, then looked out the window for even longer. Did he really want to stay here forever? Pushing papers and talking business? Or, did he yearn for something different; travel, adventure. An image of David came to him suddenly. He was wearing the same odd crown as on the card and clothes that seemed normal enough, but looked very regal. He smiled at George and held out his hand to him, before the image faded. The leonine shook himself. He looked out the window and the sun shone through a break in the clouds, bathing him in its warmth. He smiled and picked up the card. Then he reached for the phone and dialed. "Hello?" The End?