	Panic pounded in Nadee's ears so loud he almost missed the jackal's call. "Sold..." the young street-stalker echoed, forcing himself to comprehend the word and all its importance. "I won the auction..."

	The boar he had outbid for his prize bullied through the crowd. "I'll kill you!" the hairy bovine screeched, his fist white-knuckled around the hilt of a dagger. "You cur brat! You think you can come in here-"

	A heavy, golden furred hand clutched around the crazed boar's wrist. The crowd around them seemed too startled to gasp. The lion who had just been sold to the highest bidder glared down the man with the knife, and turned his wrist purposefully until he felt the joint strain and the fingers open to release their grip. The dagger went clattering to the floor, its ringing thwang sounding through the auction house and echoing back through the perfect silence to fill all ears.

	It was into this silence that the lion spoke for the very first time that any had heard of him. "You will not harm my new owner."

	Strangely, Nadee's mind at first focused on the feline's heavy Northern accent, thick and barbarous, before he understood the words that he had said. It was almost too unreal to appreciate. 'My owner'.

	'That's me,' the fennec thought, bewildered at what should have been obvious. 'I'm his new owner.'

	After whining over his captured arm, the boar pulled himself free from the much larger lion's grasp. Of course, many could see, he only got away because the freshly auctioned adoptable had allowed it. Either way, the richly dressed dun-colored swine made a show of ruffling his cape, snapping his fingers to have a servant bend down to retrieve his fallen weapon.

	"We are going," he announced into the general crowd, Nadee wondering who exactly he was talking to. But then the boar turned his head and glared unquestioningly into the boy's eyes. He didn't say a further word, but the look he gave Nadee told the boy volumes.

	The lion Nadee had bought stood steadfastly at his side the entire time it took for the boar to grouse his way through the gathered spectators and stomp out the auction house's door. The thirteen year old looked up once the threat had stormed out, his blue eyes meeting directly with the hulking feline's. Nadee saw just the quickest glimmer of a wink and smile there, and he was almost sure he was the only one who could have seen it in time before it vanished back into the placid face of the muscled adoptable.

	Nadee gave a slight jump, a result of his nerves being frayed to their limit from both the auction and the following outburst, when the jackal stepped towards him and cleared his throat. "Two hundred eighty gold, young one."

	The old jackal's demand was matched by his outstretched had, his clawed fingers unmistakably reaching for the gold-filled purse still clutched in the teen's paw. Nadee's breath caught once again, just at the thought of handing over all that money he had stolen. But Nadee only had to see the lion's frame out of the corner of his eye to have a fresh wind at his back, emboldening him to turn over the fortune that could have been his. He knew already he would spend the amount all over again for what he had purchased.

	Nadee took out three coins from his cloth pouch, and gave all the rest over to the auction house's master of ceremonies. "Two hundred eighty," the fennec boy said aloud, his ears now functioning again well enough to hear the throng of people around him now milling about, talking amongst themselves, and preparing to leave after the unusual show that had been put on for their private viewing.

	A few enterprising individuals stayed and watched long enough to see the jackal deftly count out the coin from the boy's bag, the old man taking care to make sure that a good many random samples of the coins were real minted gold. Satisfied, but still leery, the auction-master turned a squinted eye to Nadee. "How does a young street rat like yourself come to accumulate this kind of wealth, to be spent away on an adopt?"

	The fennec tore his eyes away from the man he had bought, though they longed to stay on the lion's boulder-hard body, uncovered as it was except for his scrap of a loincloth and his rugged coat of golden fur. "That's... my business," he bluffed, hoping the auctioneer wouldn't know the visiting dignitary that had been robbed of the fortune a few days prior.

	The jackal only gave a slow nod, swiping his stacks of gold away into his own much more elegant purse and tucking it safely away in his robes before turning from the boy and marching away.

	Nadee jumped again, his heart thudding in his chest even so long after making his daring bid for his new adoptable. The lion's paw was on his shoulder, the broad fingers curling down over his collar bone. The boy looked up at his purchased giant of a man, their difference in height seeming larger than ever now that he was standing alone under the lion's grip.

	"Shall I call you 'Master' now?" the lion asked, his tone neutral and bland. It was as if he didn't have a single care to the fact that his ownership had just changed hands. Not to mention that changing of hands now left him in the ownership of a thirteen year old orphan boy.

	The young teen swallowed hard, finding the task suddenly hard with how dry his tongue had become. "Just... Call me Nadee, I guess. I've... I haven't exactly owned an adoptable before. The... auctionmaster said your name is Presh?"

	As the last of the spectators milled out of the auction house, the lion closed his eyes. "What names I once had in the past are gone. You may call me as you wish."

	What followed took little thought, but Nadee fancied his idea as having a pleasant ring to it. "As you wish... Azuish. If you need a new name, I'll call you Azuish."

	The lion, Azuish, nodded somberly. "Then... I am Azuish. Shall we be on our way, Master Nadee?"

	The reality was still sinking into the boy's mind bit by bit. Now he got to take his adopt home with him! The man was really his to keep, his property now, bound to do the bidding of all his disperate whims. "Yeah, let's... head home..."

	Home for Nadee, of course, meant the deserted far back end of an alley between a winding course of buildings. It was far from an actual house, but at least it was on the better end of the scale compared to what some other street-dweller's had to call home. Two sides of Nadee's private enclosure were the desert-yellow stone walls of real buildings, thankfully with no windows directed his way to ruin his privacy. The back wall was solid fence that Nadee had built up with random scrap that patched over any eye-holes that led to the other side, while the fourth wall, the way Nadee and Azuish entered, was built of the same kind of haphazard material that covered the back fence. Enough room was left to stand as a doorway, which was covered with a hanging flap of old curtain.

	Azuish swept his eyes over the space as he ducked through under the cloth held open by his new owner. Open sky shone above, with only a few ropes strung from one building to the other overhead holding up a handful of tattered carpets and sheets to act as a roof. As the lion looked down from the sparse ceiling, he found that his owner's other possessions amounted to little more than a mattress of piled rugs and a few large clay pots, likely holding what food and water the boy had. The ground was paved in yellow sandstones, likely a relic of a time a hundred years ago when this back alley had been an actual working street.

	"I'm sorry it's not much," Nadee explained softly, taking off his light cloak and tossing it over one of the standing cisterns. The fennec confessed his true poverty to his adoptable, but turned optimistic in tone when he said "But that's going to change. Now that I have you, I know we'll be able to make enough money to get a real place to live, where the guards won't be able to just barge in whenever they want. Where I won't have to worry about..."

	He was going to say "being sold as an adoptable," but he stopped himself. Just at that moment, Azuish put his big paw back on the boy's shoulder in a clear effort to comfort him. Nadee shook the feeling off right away, brightening as he turned his gaze to the muscled lion in his tattered and sandy home. Once again the boy's mouth went bone dry, but this time for an altogether more palatable reason. He was alone now with his adoptable. He was in the privacy of his home. It was time to have his fun.

	Nadee turned away from the tall lion, who looked so out of place in the boy's crude home. The fennec knew he was blushing, but he wasn't going to stop now. He took off his vest and tunic together, working his arms free as casually as his trembling body would allow him. He tossed those garments too aside, leaving himself just as bare chested as the grown man in his ragged loincloth.

	"Az-u-ish..." Nadee stuttered out, still not turning around to face the lion he had bought. "Wi-Will- Y-Y-"

	He felt heat right behind him. Nadee froze, eyes wide and paws shaking. He leaned back just enough to feel the man's fur bristle against his own much softer fluff. The boy clenched his eyes tight, his toes curling up while his young male pride swelled and bulged in the confines of his shorts.

	When he turned back around, ready to ask the final words of his question, he saw Azuish already stripped of what little he had been wearing. The lion's much larger, much more manly pride was given on full display for the young boy's eyes to take in. The pink slab of meat hung like a smith's heavy hammer between the huge feline's muscled legs, the veins traveling down its shaft standing out under the taut skin.

	Nadee's jaw dropped, his eyes taking in every bit of  his adoptable's huge package. His sight flickered from the hanging column of bare skin and strong meat to the furred feline balls nestled one on either side. Azuish had only lost his one little scrap of clothing, but it seemed like a world of difference to his body for his one enraptured viewer.

	"This is what you desired, right, Master Nadee?"

	The throbbing of Nadee's cock threatened to tear a hole through his old and threadbare leggings, proving Azuish's guess to be exactly right. The boy nodded mindlessly, his jaw gaped open in disbelief. His paws worked on their own to slip the hem of his shorts down over the curve of his hips, letting the garment fall away down his legs to his feet and the stony ground.

	They were both fully naked. Nadee gasped and shook, his body quivering in the hot desert air as his red canine erection pointed upward at the man of his desire. He watched as Azuish used his big, sexy lion paw to cup under his own shaft and pick it up. The man gave himself slow and light strokes, letting his pillar fill and harden gradually. It was as if he just had all the time in the world.

	They did have all the time in the world, Nadee realized with a kick in his chest. Azuish wasn't just some one night stand. He wasn't a prostitute, anxious to get the job done and go. He belonged to Nadee. They could take all the time they wanted, and then they could do it all over again the next day. And the day after that. And after that, forever.

	The lion's full penis being pointed at his face snapped Nadee out of his thoughts. The boy gulped, caught between the desire to look up into his adoptable's face and down at his pink endcap. The teen stood halfway between the two figuratively and literally. The top of his head only came to the bottom of the man's chest, while that malehood of his strained upwards to reach for the boy.

	He only needed to bend his knees a little to put the head of the lion's cock on level with his face. Nadee stared at it wide-eyed for a moment, quickly licking his dry lips before opening his muzzle wide.

	Cock met lips smoothly, the boy letting the rounded tip ease into his mouth. He tasted every bit of the man he now owned, his masculine flavors filling the boy's maw and exploding on his tongue in a musky, tangy burst. Nadee looked up only for a moment, mentally saying the words "I own you," to the man who was filling his mouth with that big cock.

	One hand grasped the base of the thick shaft while the other ran through the coarse fur of the lion's hip. Nadee pushed his mouth down over Azuish's pride, feeling the bulges of veins and the shaft's underside sliding over his pressed-down tongue. The round tip pushed into the hole of his throat, but Nadee didn't stop. He took the long member right down his throat, closing his eyes to slip-swallow the thing into his neck.

	Feeling the older man gasp and squirm was incredible. The boy pushed all the way down, letting his canine lips wrap fully around the feline's wide base. The cock throbbed in his mouth and gullet, and Nadee's hand instinctively moved up to touch the bulge it made in his throat between and just above his collar bones.

	For a moment Nadee thought he was going to cum right there. And if he didn't, Azuish just might. The man started holding onto the fennec boy's big ears, his hips pushed forward to keep his entire malehood sent down into the young boy's flexible and wet throat. But Nadee wasn't ready for the end just yet. He didn't want the lion to shoot his seed down into his stomach, and he didn't want to lose his own juices to the sandy ground under their feet.

	Nadee coughed up the member, heaving the whole column of meat up his throat and out of his mouth. The canine gagged a bit on the shaft's exit, his wide open jaws dripping with thick throat-saliva that hung in strands to the length of the lion's cock. The pinkish head was coated most of all, its smooth skin glistening in the sunlight.

	The fennec boy held on to the slippery shaft with both hands, his fingers looking small clutched around the thing's top side. Nadee stood to his full height again, looking up to Azuish's face. The cock's head touched into the boy's upper belly, moistening a patch of fur right between his nipples. They didn't need to speak to both know what was coming next.

	Nadee moved slowly to his bed of stacked rugs, kneeling down on the pile and sweeping with his paw to brush off some loose sand in the red fibers. He sat there on his knees, his heart thumping in his chest as if it was his first time all over again. In a way, it was. He had never been with anyone older than fifteen before. He had never been with a -real- man, rippled in muscles and experience. Nadee shivered despite the warmth of the day, reaching back into the niche where the rugs rested against the wall, pulling out a little clay jar he kept filled with olive oil.

	Azuish took the jar silently, knowing well what to do with it. The lion drizzled a bit of the yellowish syrup down his shaft from head to middle, using his free paw to grip around himself and spread it all around.

	The boy turned, lying himself down and lifting his tail high. "Be gentle," was all he whispered, readying himself for the monster shaft he was hoping to take.

	The stack of carpets shifted under Nadee as Azuish mounted behind him, the big lion crouching on his paws and knees over his young owner's back. One hand guided his malehood down under the boy's fluffy tail, its head nudging at the tail's base and into the fennec's cheeks. The golden oil on the lion's cock made the slide into Nadee's hole take only one smooth motion. One moment of spreading and opening pain, and the lion man was in him.

	Nadee breathed out harshly, his claws digging into his rough bed's surface. Azuish pushed forward slowly, inserting inch after inch up the boy's back end. Even when Nadee spread out his legs a little wider, the discomfort of so much sliding into his hole didn't abate. The thick cock was going to make their whole time feel like this, with his opening under his tail pulled into a perfect and wide O.

	Hip touched to hip. Nadee and Azuish both grunted together, the man's pitch much deeper than the boy's pained squeak. The lion snugged in tight to his owner, letting his cock sink in as deep as it could reach into the young teen's belly. The tightness of the boy's hole crushed down all along the shaft's length, from tip to base trapped in a heated tunnel far too small for it. But the boy wasn't quitting. He didn't tell Azuish to pull back out and stop, so the big cat would keep going.

	The fennec's own cock jumped with pleasure when Azuish wrapped his big feline arms around the boy and gripped him tight. Nadee was pulled up onto hands and knees as well under the muscled cat, the lion man's stance entirely encompassing his own.

	Then Azuish started pumping for real. It felt to Nadee like an arm was reaching up into him, a balled fist punching inside his belly. The boy whimpered quietly, putting his head down between his forearms to take the thick and slow pummeling.

	Nadee tightened up, but there could be no stopping his rushing climax. The boy came onto his own bed, his red cock bouncing and shooting in hard bursts. The bigger cock stuffing up his ass was too much to resist, and after it became clear that he wouldn't be holding back the flow, the fennec stopped trying.

	The boy pushed back into the much larger male from head to hip, his body feeling like it was being consumed by the lion adoptable. The cock up his ass surged in deep, its head bulging out a spot in the boy's lithe belly. He felt Azuish's heaving chest against his back. He felt Azuish's firm belly against his tail. He felt Azuish's heavy balls pressed against his own boyish pair. The thought of those feline testicles being ready to release their contents into him spurred Nadee's orgasm further, sending out rocketing shots from the young canine's tip to splatter over the top rug under them.

	"Hold on," the lion grunted softly, his body bunching up in an arch over Nadee's back. "I'm going to... cum in you..."

	The big cat's first shot hit Nadee inside so hard he knew right when it happened. Azuish bucked hard into the boy who now owned him, jutting his stone-hard pillar through the boy's pelvis and deep into his gut. Lion seed gushed and sprayed, filling what little room there was left up the boy's back tunnel. Azuish's claws dug into the boy's chest and belly, the adopt's arms bulging to squeeze tight to the fennec he was mating.

	The pair rode out their big finish, their fur mingled together as their bodies shivered in the breeding embrace. When the last of Azuish's tanks had been pumped into the boy, the lion pushed himself to stand erect on his knees. He kept his cock rooted deep into the thirteen year old, his big paws coming to rest on the boy's shoulders to push his upper half down to the carpet. It was like this that the couple caught their breath, Nadee on his knees, chest down with his hips up and his tailhole stuffed full.

	"Are you pleased, Master Nadee?" Azuish panted, his barrel chest rising and falling.

	Even with the side of his face pressed into the rough carpet and his butt still forced open wide to hold the man's mostly erect cock, Nadee smiled a dazed afterglowy smile. "Oh yeah. It was totally worth every last gold for you, Azuish."

	The golden furred lion grinned back at his owner, pumping his hips to slide his slippery member in and out just a little. The movement was meant only to tease the spent boy, but Azuish found it was having just as much of an effect on himself. Cock hardening once again, the man asked his owner if he wanted to go again so soon.

	"Every... last... gold..." Nadee repeated in a whisper, his scrunched-up face hard against the carpet as his adoptable began humping him again.