****** If Only a Dream by Tanzut ******
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If Only a Dream


Loneliness always seems to creep up on me at the most awkward of times. I have
never been a very social person, quite by my own decision, actually. But all
this beyond the point of the tale I have to tell. I'm your common angst-driven
eighteen year old. My looks aren't going to win me a spot on the cover of
People, nor are they going to use me on the cover of Field and Stream. I have a
fair complexion, am six feet tall with a healthy build, have blue eyes, and
short-cropped blond hair. I attend the only available high school in this hick-
town, and I try to make the best of what it offers academically. Intelligence
has always been blessed to me, even when I was younger; now, it becomes a
burden. It's common knowledge that those such things don't go over well with
small town people.

Now, to really understand what I'm trying to get across, one must learn of
those things that put me against the grain of the normal socialite. A less-than
liberal mind would have a lot of trouble dealing with my tendencies. I can be
very morbid when I must; it's my best defense to push people I dislike away
from me. The other oddity, so to speak, is my sexual attraction to Nala from
The Lion King. Strange to some, yes, but I honestly believe her to be the most
beautiful creature to ever walk on four legs. Maybe I'm too lonely. And with
that you have a background for what I wish to tell. Sometimes I wonder what
special thing had happened that day to cause my lapse from the real world; I
may never find out.

The day started out normally. I woke before dawn and steeled myself for the
hours of school that lay ahead. One of the good friends I do maintain locally
always stays at my house for about an hour each morning to share the ride that
I get. His name is Jason. Jason is a small guy with short curly hair and a nose
that made him look like a hobbit straight out of Tolkien. He's a great friend
to me, however, sharing most of the hobbies I have save for the one involving
Nala. No one knew about that. The second to last week of our senior year had
finally come. We called it "Hell-Week", for its own special reasons. The
teachers always seemed to place whole hordes of work to make up for their
slacking earlier in the semester, and the students suffered. Gladly, however,
it was Friday, and "Hell-Week" was nearly over.

Gathering my books up, which were numbered many because of all the homework I
had to accomplish, I caught my ride and got to school just like any other day.
Jason and I parted ways before the first class. Slowly, the classes passed.
Through the usual rooms I trodded, my mind elsewhere. I managed to succeed in
the various tests and assignments, most of which were massive projects, without
losing my complete and total sanity.

When the final class of the day came to a close I took my usual path through
the clogged hallways and to the commons area. I met the rest of the convoy that
made up Jason and my scheduled ride back to my home. We all walked to the
vehicle. The air was muggy that day, as it was mid-May. There was a static type
of lethargy in the air, if one can imagine that possible.

After getting dropped off outside my home Jason and I set off to our usual
rituals. I went to check the mail while he tromped to the basement and my
bedroom to start up my computer.

I opened the front door of the house, having entered from the back, to check
mail. The door wouldn't open past a certain point, and I looked out to see what
the problem was. A large box sat blocking the door's birth. I smiled to myself
and pushed the door more roughly until I came out onto the porch. I ignored the
mail and clambered to grasp the four-foot-long box between my arms. Then,
turning back to the inside of my house, I moved awkwardly past the threshold
and started to move the kitchen toward the basement door.

"Jason!" I called out excitedly as my limber legs carried me down the flight of
stairs. The last things I heard before I fell was Jason calling my name out.

The first thing I noticed when I awoke was a scent: incense, vanilla. I
strained to open my eyes and managed to lift one heavy lid and then the next.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly, as I often go without light in my
basement, and I looked around at the room I had found myself:

The dulled red tint of a tent's fabric hung a fair distance over my head. I
stood up and took a quick survey for any pieces of furniture; there were none.
The tent's flap was closed over, and no light entered from the outside.

I arched my neck, rubbing at the soreness I was feeling from what had to have
been a rough fall. My ears, and only then, began to pick up a faint sound. A
constant rumble was coming from past the flap. The sound was accompanied by
occasional low grunts, almost a purring. Placing either of my hands on my
knees, I shook myself in a vain attempt to awaken. No, this was real.

Again my ears picked up the eerie sound. I, not being in the mood to come face
to face with whatever it was in that room back there, started to look for
another exit from the tent. My hands ran under the side folds of the fabric,
and at each corners I attempted to lift them up: nothing. The scent of the
incense, and actually some of the smoke from the stick itself, was coming from
the same room as the sound. Okay, if it turns out to be some...crazed religious
zealot, you can just tell him you can build him a bomb or something. Religious
zealot? I wasn't thinking clearly. This had to be some kind of a joke.

With these considerations in mind I drew myself across the dirt floor and to
the fold of the tent. I reached out my shaky hands and pulled back on the
fabric as silently as possible, the scent of incense in my nostrils and the
strange grunting purr in my ears. I ducked my head down and peered into the
next tent, only to shuffle back on my rear in a mix of fear, confusion, and
utter excitement.

Only lengths past the fold of the tent lay who could only be the lioness of all
my sordid sexual fantasies! She was not on four legs, but human in form. Her
gorgeous green eyes set within a purely leonine head. Her humanoid arms and
legs stretched out from her trunk with a grace that would still a god. The
breasts were set lusciously against her chest, taught and perfectly round
beneath the thin layer of brown fur that dappled her body. From the brief
glance I had managed she had not worn any concealing clothing, only some blue
ribbons.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a massive hammer. My hands had
begun to shake even more as I pulled myself from off my back and stood up
cautiously. A sharp stabbing pain hit my groin as my black cords, tightened at
the waist, were stretched by the erection I hadn't yet realized had grown. I
took a step back, surprised by just how excited I had become, and so easily.
Masturbation could never get me like that.

I undid the button on my pants quickly while stepping toward the tent's flap
once again. I couldn't resist; there was no way I wasn't going to get another
look at her. Maybe I really was dreaming. With a deep draught of air I prepared
myself to pull back the flap and did so. I held myself against the shock again,
and my gaze remained on the lovely lioness.

It was from her that the grunting purr was originating! She lay with her back
to the azure pillows, eyes squinted in pleasure while she trailed her fingers
back and forth against her damp crotch. Draped around her body were ribbons the
same color as the pillows. I could see that she was soaking wet, the light in
her tent much better than the one I had come from, provided by a torch hung by
the room's center-pole. Her pinkness glistened like a jewel as she stroked her
furry crotch, wiggling her tight ass in a circle. I unconsciously slid my hand
down my pants and began stroking my own length, eyes plastered on Nala's
figure.

An odd scent was mixed with the incense in this tent: her wetness. It was
strange, but I could actually smell her desire building as she pushed herself
closer and closer to orgasm. My own pleasure had never known such heights, and
I nearly lost myself before even unzipping my pants.

I watched as her purrs grew in intensity. Quite suddenly I saw her muzzle
twitch in recognition of something. Her movements stopped, and her eyelids
opened in realization. Her muzzle began to twitch more, and I knew that she was
sniffing...for something. The smell of my own sex had reached her muzzle, and
she knew she wasn't alone.

"Hello?" came the wary voice from within the tent. Ahh, that voice, like rain
falling against dried leaves in its power, but as soft as a smoothed stone.

I took a deep, gulping breath before standing up to reply. I had no other
choice, it had seemed. And she was so damned hot. "Nala?" I asked, unable to
hide my curiosity at the complete strangeness of this.

She scurried back across the pillows and raised one of them to cover herself,
only succeeding to hide her tender sex from my view. I stepped forward, my
pants down beneath my legs ungracefully. "I...wha..." I spoke, stammering
stupidly. "Whoa, don't be afraid. I didn't mean to--" Just then I realized
exactly how silly I looked striding across the room with my shaft midair saying
such things.

Her eyes traveled across my body; it was obvious she was sizing me up. The
strain between my legs was almost unbearable, and as she pulled the pillow from
between her legs I nearly mounted her then and there. Her fine tongue crossed
the upper-lip of her muzzle and went back into her perfectly shaped mouth to
reveal a warm smile. "You're welcome here," she said plainly.

I could hardly believe the words as they came. I just continued my walk toward
her, completely in awe at the sight of her. She wore golden bracelets around an
ankle and one of her biceps. A silver chain of smaller bracelets wove its way
around her right wrist and clanged gently against one another as she leaned
back against the pillows an let one knee come to her chest, the other sliding
to the side to expose her now waiting pussy.

"Where am I?" I managed to ask. I stood over her now, a mere yard away from
everything that I had ever wanted since seeing the film those four years ago.

No reply came in the form of words. The same purring I had heard before came
from deep in her throat, and she extended a fur-covered arm up to me. "It
doesn't matter."

It didn't.

I lowered myself down as her arm grasped me around the waist. She ran it up my
shirt and started to remove it, the last article of clothing on me by then. My
head came to hers and she nuzzled me along the shoulder, running her head up
along my neck and to my cheek. She extended her warm tongue and licked along my
ear, taking the lobe between her sharp teeth in a playful nip.

My hands moved to her waist; I was still nervous beyond belief as I raised them
to allow my shirt to be removed. She lay herself back against the pillows in
presentation of her full, powerful body. "It's my season," she said quietly,
hushed. "I need someone."

I was more than glad to oblige. I tried to speak in return, but my tongue was
caught in my throat. She smiled up to me knowingly and raised her hands to
mine, pulling them down to her breasts roughly. The fur between my fingers was
like fine silk. She began to guide my hands up and down across her nipples,
pulling her hands away only after I took up the job on my own. Her legs, in the
meanwhile, were tangling playfully around mine, warm to the touch.

Her nipples grew and peaked out from the brown fur, and she leaned back in a
groan of feline pleasure. I lowered my head to hers and kissed her muzzle
softly. She moved her pawlike hands from my waist and to my head, pulling me
against her in a deep, long kiss. Her taste was indescribable, better than the
sweetest strawberry but unlike any fruit. One of her hands dipped across my
neck and down around my spine. She again gripped my hands, which were still
rubbing her full breasts. Her guided my hands down to between her legs and up
against her sex. The hair between her inner thighs was even smoother than those
coursing along the rest of her body. She released my hands from her grip and
left me to the chore of spreading her sex open.

My unskilled fingers began to search for her clit while slowly working her damp
lines open. She gripped a delicate hand around my penis in a single movement,
causing a mass of precum to drain from me and out onto her lap. At the same
moment I found the wide nub of her pleasure and began to stroke it rapidly with
one of my thumbs. Both our focuses were split between our own euphoric high and
our mate's. She began to milk my cock slowly. Her other hand was brought down
between my legs and to my balls, groping at stroking at my own fur-covered
organs. I released her sex from my hands and let them fall to my sides. I
gasped for air between our kisses. She let out a sharp whimper when my hands
left her pussy, and she started to draw my rod down toward her crotch with her
hand, sending rushes of pain through me as she began to pull with great need
for satisfaction.

She squirmed to her side and then to her stomach, her hands releasing my
throbbing tool from their warm grip and out into the seemingly cold air. Her
purrs had grown very audible now. She was almost at a growl when she propped
herself up on her knees and elbows and spread her legs widely to either side.
Her tail lashed behind her and to the side, offering me a perfect view of the
tunnel I had dreamed so often of. She glanced over her shoulder and offered
another whine, snapping off in an urgent command. Her tail extended out to
brush along my dick, and that was far too much for me.

I gripped her by the waist with one hand and by the breasts by the next and
took the fur between by fingers roughly. She grunted in satisfaction as I
guided my hardness between her thighs and easily between her legs. She ate me
up inch by inch while pushing back against me, using the pillows for leverage
against my groin. Her heat was intense, something else masturbation could never
emulate. Her wetness was amazing, and I lowered my head down next to hers
comfortingly. I loved this lioness, no matter how strangely it can seem to
those who won't understand. I find myself tearful when speaking of that love.

With my entire length buried up against her tight sex I began to thrust back
and then forth, carried more by instinct than by anything else. Her succulent
body wrapped around mine and she tightened herself around my erection. The
pleasure goes beyond mortal words. It was a satisfaction of the soul as much as
of the flesh: carnal meets spiritual. Her golden tail stroked my chest and
stomach while I pumped myself in and out of her body. I could still hear the
ever-present sound of her rumbling purr over my own grunts of strain. Without
considering the fatigue in my joints we met three final, lengthened times
before I exploded fully within her. Her maw opened in a huge roar as she came
back against me, our juices pooling together between our thighs and gliding
down onto the pillows and our laps.

Our orgasms began to subside after what had to have been minutes. I wrapped my
arms around her neck and started to stroke her soft fur. I was still within
her, but neither of us minded. Her purrs had grown less loud now and had become
soothing, almost songlike. She collapsed beneath me with a dazed chuckle. Her
green eyes looked back to me from over her shoulder, and her tongue licked my
lips another time. Her purrs turned into words: "Wow."

I opened my eyes again. Jason stood over me with a worried look. I was lying on
the ground of my basement, and my head hurt like a bitch. "You all right?"

"Wha...?"

"Christ, you're okay!" Jason's hand reached out for me and helped to pull me
from the stairs. A trickle of blood dripped down my forehead and across my
lips. "Man, you need a Band-Aid or something?" The memory of what I had...or at
least had thought...done with the mate of my desires made me more wobbly than
the hit to the head. "No, I'm fine," I replied shakily.

"You were out for, like, a minute!" Jason said excitedly. "You sure you're
okay?"

"I'm fine, really," came my reply.

"What's in that damned box, anyway? You nearly got killed over it." The box! I
bent down and lifted the box to place it in the middle of the room. I tore open
the tape that held the covers down, and I peered inside:

A four-foot long Nala plushy lay on its stomach within the box's contents.
"Goddamnit, you need a new hobby."

I turned to Jason and grinned goofily, not really in the mood to defend my way
of life, not in the mood to explain to those who will never understand how I
can have feelings for a 'cartoon' lioness. I reached into the box and pulled
out my purchase and I smiled.

Tanzut

kk_tan@hotmail.com