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Cheetara and Lion-O sat opposite to each other at a table in a nearby cafe.

Cheetara gazed upon Lion-o, her love. The two had been dating for 3 weeks now. By this point Cheetara would have typically tried to jump his rod already, but Lion-o was special, he was pure. There was something about this man that made her want to preserve the relation.

Perhaps it was that he wasn't a man at all, but a boy in the body of one. Lion-o was naught but 10 years old in his mind. His body was aged, but his consciousness wasn't around for it. This was a secret kept to himself. Cheetara hadn't yet been able to suss out that this creature wasn't a man at all.

"Enjoying the drinks?" Cheetara said as she took a sip from her lowball glass.

"Uh, I'm not thirsty." Lion-o said as he turned away from the glass in his hand.

"Enjoying the date?" Cheetara smiled widely. Her fangs on full display.

"I am, yeah." Lion-o blushed. "Thank you for paying for it." His claws swirled around the drink.

"No problem at all, Lion-o. I've been wanting to get to know you better for a long time, and now's a perfect time to do so." Cheetara downed the contents of her glass. "Are ya feeling frisky tonight?"

Lion-o winced. "Uh, yeah. I might be." Lion-o wondered what that meant.

"I'm sure I'll get you in the mood! Normally I wouldn't wait a whole 3 weeks to start sleeping with a guy, but, I don't want to rush things this time." Cheetara's fur stood on end with anticipation. She knew that this was going to be the one. A vision of her walking down the aisle at her wedding flashed into her mind, she was suddenly jolted back into reality when she noticed that Lion-O was naked in i, his sword was beyond impressive, though. "Our first time is going to be awesome, I'll put any other girl you've boned to shame."

Lion-O, again, dodged the finer aspects of this conversation, preferring to keep things light between he and her. "Yeah, I mean I don't know too many girls to be fair."

Cheetara's eyes lit up. "So you like to only sleep with girls after you have a real connection to them?"

Lion-O avoided eye contact. "Something like that, yeah."

"That is so amazing! I've always felt that I moved on to sex too early, and it could easily destroy my relationships because all guys wanted was to get me in bed more. I used to date Panthro, in fact, and it WAS great at first, but after a while I just felt completely suffocated based on how often I had to have sex with him just to keep him interested in me. It's like any time I wanted to just hold hands or go for a walk, he just wanted me to spread my legs for him. He was good, though, very good," Cheetara leaned forward to look into Lion-O's eyes. "Not as good as you'll be, though."

Lion-O smiled awkwardly. "Hehe, yeah," He pondered the table, and the lack of food upon it. "I haven't really held hands with that many girls either, at this point. Mainly just Wilykit."

"I know about her." Chetara's brow tightened.

"You do?" Lion-O broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yeah. I mean I know you've looked after her and all but I'm talking about actual adult women, you know, spending time with them, quality time," She poked Lion-O's nose with the tip of her claw. "Like we're doing right now."

Lion-O was trying to avoid that key slip up that would reveal his age, but so far so good. He could even feel his pants tightening around his adult length. The transition of his body was always something he was trying to get used to, the past few months he had spent with it had still not gotten him adjusted to the monster cock that had been bestowed upon him. He was well-aware of how much Cheetara could see through how little clothing he was wearing.

"Is there anything you want to tell me about yourself, Lion-O?" Cheetara smiled with anticipation. If Lion-O understood what lust was, he would see it in her eyes.

"I um, am drawing a bit of a blank there, on that one. Perhaps more will come to me after we've um, sealed the deal." Lion-O wondered what that even meant.

Cheetara nodded her head. "Yeah, okay, yeah. That sounds great, actually." She finished her drink, downing the last sip in a manner unbecoming of a feline.

Lion-O struggled in his chair, unaware of what should be done about the secret he was harboring. He would obviously have to wait until they were done making love to come clean to her. The problem was that Lion-O didn't understand what making love even was, how to do it, or if he would be good at it. Like anything in life, Lion-O understood the only way to be good at it was to atleast try. It didn't seem like Cheetara was going to hold a grudge against him if he failed.

"So, you want to get out of here and take things into the bedroom?" Cheetara asked.

Lion-O shrugged. "Why would we do that? The sun is still out. I only woke up about 7 hours ago."

Cheetara erupted with laughter. "You are so funny! I don't think I can wait any longer to get with you. Let's go! I'm halfway to pouncing even in public." She took his palm into hers, before harshly tugging on it and leading Lion-O away from the table they were sitting at.

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Lion-O lay dormant in the bedroom of Cheetara, a blank desert bereft of decoration, only the bare essentials remain. A floor, ceiling, four walls, a bed, and a lamp that was dimly lit. Lion-O was told to strip and wait for her in her own bed. Cheetara would return when she was ready to mate with him. He could hear the shower running in the next room. He had removed the suit that he wore, and awaited the arrival of his partner. His girlfriend, it felt weird to say that. Cheetara was clearly in love with him, something even he could see, with his young mind. He just wondered what it really meant to be in love, something he would get a bit of an update on as he was met with the sight of Cheetara walking out of the bathing room.

She was glorious, naked and wet. The water droplets glazed her perfectly blonde fur as it glistened in the dark room. Her hair soaking wet. This was the first time they had seen each other naked, and while Cheetara was delightfully gazing upon him with her finger in her mouth, Lion-O was completely awestruck at the visual of Cheetara's naked body. Her magnificent breasts and pussy that required no shaving. He was biologically hardwired to enjoy it without a logical reason in mind. He was even harder than before. He couldn't possibly debate about whether this the right or wrong choice, he had accepted it as the only choice. He needed Cheetara's pussy to live.

Cheetara lowered herself onto the bed. She pressed her lips upon Lion-O's. She wanted nothing more than to feel his massive rod inside of her, but she knew she had to take it slow, she would not ruin this relationship by starving it of foreplay. She stuck her tongue directly into Lion-O's mouth, she would not let him take initiative. Cheetara was always in control. She wrapped her arms around him as she did so. God, he was toned. He wasn't as big as Panthro but he still had some weight to him. Her hand reached for his penis, barbed, as any cock should be. The pins and needles felt pleasant as she took then into her hand. She stroked him, lightly, gently, she wanted him to know that she was capable of taking it slow. Cheetara was able to do things seductively, like a mature woman.

Lion-O was simply marveling at the fact that this was even happening. He had never even thought about doing something like this with any boy, let alone a girl. He wouldn't dare complain though, his dick felt amazing and he was being orally serviced by the hottest bitch that he had ever known. It felt good to be the king.

Cheetara's failed relationships had forced her to be ready for the real deal, she would not lose Lion-O, not if her lips had anything to say about it. She was unable to weave through Lion-O's jokes in order to find out the reality of his situation, but this stud clearly hadn't navigated the female world as well as she had with men. If she was going to keep him, she was going to have to be so good that he would never be able to move on from him. Lion-O would never be able to go a week without his dick being milked by Cheetara, lest he suffer the curse of knowing it exists and he can't have it. Cheetara wanted Lion-O to be addicted from the first time.

Her lips left his as a trail of spit connected the two. "When were you going to tell me you had such a big dick!? I wasn't aware you were keeping secrets from me!" Cheetara cackled while jerking him. She was obsessed with this penis, it's size enthralling her. It was almost as if she could feel the lack of use on it. Lion-O's cock was virgin, until this very moment, and it would never be again. He had willfully sold his innocence over to Cheetara for a cheap thrill. A surprise he had not even been able to anticipate. Lion-O's time as a boy was over, now he could only be known as a man.

"Good lord I just can't wait anymore!" Cheetara erupted. She took her hand off of Lion-O's cock. "I need to feel it inside me!" She wailed. Suddenly Lion-O's body was yanked downwards, his back sliding against the bed sheets as his feet tumbled off of the foot of the bed. He contemplated asking what was up with this maneuver, but just as soon as he may, he felt her claws sticking into the pillow above him. Cheetara sent her hips hurtling directly towards his. She slammed her pussy onto his cock, forcing him to penetrate her for the first time. Lion-O's innocence was gone, and good riddance to it.

"You're so, fucking, BIG!" Cheetara's voice rang out. She moved her body on top of his. Riding him like a cowgirl in the process of breaking the most passive bull the rodeo had ever seen. Lion-O didn't move an inch, he wasn't aware he was supposed to. That was alright, as Cheetara did all the work for him. Her speed was enough to make up for the still tranquility of the boy she was borderline raping. She repeatedly humped back and forth, feeling his length entering her, leaving her, and returning hundreds of times i mere moments. Her hands grips the frame of the bed for support as she bucked her hips faster than the wind itself.

It wasn't long before Lion-O felt himself cumming. A rather passive release of semen into her, she was so wet she barely even noticed. The sloshing of his semen as it entered her was inconsequential, but it was the best thing Lion-O had ever felt. His boyish moans escaped his mouth in the form of harsh, manly grunts. Music to Cheetara's ears. She could tell he was cumming only because of that.

"You could've given me a warning! No problem, though, I wouldn't mind having your kittens!" Cheetara was delighted at how quickly she had made Lion-O cum. Not many could keep up with her in bed, and this kid was no different. The best thing one could offer her is to sit there and let her use their own cock as a tool for her pleasure. Lion-O was sure to be the love of her life for this exact reason.

Cheetara felt his cum escaping her, flooding outwards. She touched the goop with her fingers. She spread it across herself like a sort of feral war paint, touching it against her tongue. The sight of her coating her tits in his semen made Lion-O the happiest cat in the world. He wasn't going to go soft while she continued to masturbate on top of his dick. The Refractory Period wouldn't stop him, because he didn't know what that was.

He held on long enough for Cheetara herself to welcome an orgasm, as it arrived inside of her. She came by holding his palms down and passionately kissing him while she discharged right onto him. Returning the favor for his prior cream pie.

Cheetara's legs stopped shaking, her hips became quiet. She was now simply laying on top of Lion-O as he remained silent. She hummed a jolly tune, one of wedding bells. She knew that he was the one. She rolled over onto the other side of the bed, stretching out her arms and legs. "Fuck, that was good." She moaned. "Not a lot of guys can get me off." Cheetara turned back towards Lion-O, tilting his face back to her so he could look her in the eyes. "For the record, Panthro couldn't."

Lion-O couldn't help but smile back. He had gone all the way with Cheetara, and nothing they did after this point could ever take that away from him.

"Cheetara?" He turned onto his side to look over towards her.

"Yes, my love?" Cheetara responded with elation.

"I'm actually 12 years old." Lion-O confessed.

Cheetara snorted, quickly transitioning into a heinous laugh. She was cracking the fuck up at Lion-O's words. "You're really funny, man, really, really funny."

"It's true!" Lion-O persisted. "I mean, my body is that of a grown man, but it aged while I was in stasis. Mentally I'm just 12 years old." Lion-O's face turned beet red as he let it all out. There was no possible way that this could go well, but at the very least he did get exactly what he wanted from her, even beyond what he previously knew. He didn't mean to manipulate her like that but it did seem like his only real way to get what he wanted. Lion-O coming clean barely even mattered in the grand scheme of things, from his perspective.

Cheetara saw things differently. She wised up to his tone with remarkable speed. She had always known Lion-O as a very earnest individual, almost to a fault. His heart was transparent. This was not the kind of joke he would pull. Lion-O was being serious here, that's what was killing her. She started to hyperventilate, inhaling compulsively. Every implication of what this could mean started to flood her mind as she was terrorized by the horror of what could come next. How could she address this, this may be the very end of her life as we know it.

Reality was hitting her like a warhammer, but as soon as she was able to sober up, she retaliated against the anomaly of a man. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" she screeched. Her heels were whipped forward, colliding with Lion-O's hips. She instinctively kicked him out of the bed, on to the hard wood floor. The sound of his bare ass colliding against the surface with a crack was music to her eyes.

"Ow!" He yelped.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner!?" Cheetara threw a pillow at him, unfortunately not filled with sand.

"I was afraid you wouldn't sleep with me if I did!" Lion-O dodged the missile he had been targeted with, slightly veering his head to the right.

"That's called rape, Lion-O! You raped me! You're some kind of sick, fucking, twelve year old rapist! I've never even heard of this happening before!" Cheetara's voice boomed throughout the room. "Who! Does! This!"

Lion-o briefly thought of apologizing, trying to make things right, turning back the clock to 5 minutes ago when he had the perfect relationship. Even he could see that wasn't likely to happen. The only thing he may do now is let things be. He hoped Cheetara would continue to be his girlfriend, but he expects her not to.

Cheetara had an entirely different idea in mind, as she had her own plan to address this. She rolled out of the bed, addressing Lion-O on the floor where he lay. She quickly restrained him, gripping his wrist and dragging it behind his back. Her speed was an easy counter to the immense strength of this pubescent youth. She forced him into a submissive position, shifting her weight on top of him to keep his head down. He was at her mercy, she knew this, he knew this. Cheetara breathed down his neck, still wildly hyperventilating. The two of them were joined in a union of anxiety.

Cheetara had him in a compromised position, all that was left was to exploit it.

Lion-O's face immediately showed an expression of agony, he tried to jump in pain, he was unable to move. His hips shook wildly. one second later, he heard the sound of his ass being spanked by Cheetara's hand, and one second after that, he felt the pain. It stung him like a punch straight to the gut. His ass was assualted by Cheetara. He could scarcely believe she was using her bare palm back there. He'd been spanked only half this hard with a broomstick before, and that was when he was 8. He felt as if his buns had developed enough to withstand a blow like this, it seems he was wrong.

"Cheetara! Please!" He lowered his voice as he begged. He could do nothing but beg. He was folded in half with his arm twisted and his nose touching the floor. The only thing stopping Cheetara from raping him in return was her own moral compass, something he's glad Mumm-Ra hasn't been able to take from her yet. He winced in pain ahead of time, with the anticipation of a second strike entering his thoughts.

His worst fears were immediately realized, as Cheetara split his butt in half with another expert strike that targeted the most sensitive parts of his tushy. If her plan was to keep him from being able to sit for the rest of the month, than Cheetara had succeeded with flying colors. Lion-O regretted every single bad deed he had ever done in his life, not just the whole rape thing. Just two strikes to the rear could turn a man back into a boy.

Cheetara whsipered into Lion-O's ear. She bore witness to his disposition, noting that he wanted to cry, but resisted. He took the pain like a man, accepting every single ounce of it, taking it in stride, and keeping his dignity intact. He would not cry. He would not pout. He would not sob. Lion-O would remain strong in the face of the spanking he would receive. He was not a naughty child, but a man. Cheetara could bend him to her will, but not break him.

She released his arm from her grasp. Letting him go. She noticed that he wasn't fighting back, escaping from him, or rubbing his reddened ass in pain like she expected him to. Lion-O remained motionless, accepting the treatment that Cheetara had bestowed upon him.

Lion-O stood still, arms no longer bound, head still down. He did little to act out of Cheetara's will. He was owned. She knew this to be true. With this in mind, it became mpre and more clear to him that he was no boy, he was a man. Only a real man could take an anal whipping like that and remain completely unscarred. He wasn't even crying! She expected him to cry. Cheetara looked down upon Lion-O, staring into his eyes with a cold glare. She spoke a simple command to him.

"You are my boyfriend, for now. But you will tell nobody about this. If you do," She extended her claws.

"I'll cut it off."