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This story was written for Burgabandit as part of my themed patreon request day for October. This month's theme was "Cute and Cuddly", and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults as well as mild drug (pot) use. :3

A Breath of Fresh Air

The tip of Gus's joint flared as he inhaled deeply, his eyes widening slightly as the hot smoke filled his muzzle. He plucked the remains from his lips with one hand, and tilted his head to the side with a playful smile. Straddling his lap, resting upon the sand on her knees, Ilma loomed over the lion and grasped his head in her large, strong hands. The hippo tilted her head down to his, outmatching Gus by several feet in height, and as they kissed she inhaled his smokey toke with ease.

They had spent all day at the beach, arriving separately and indeed not evening knowing one another, but within an hour of settling down upon the sand for a restful day of sunbathing and some light swimming, they had each drawn the other's gaze. The burly lion was enamoured by Ilma's size in every sense of the word, the chubby and ten foot tall hippopotamus utterly unabashed as she had walked around in a pale blue swimsuit that showed off a delicious amount of even the portions it was probably meant to be covering. Ilma meanwhile had been equally enthralled by Gus, though more by his brazen yet entirely relaxed attitude as he had laid down upon the sand in boxer shorts rather than any actual swimwear, and before long had shucked off even those to lounge naked on what was obviously not a more widely accepted nude beach.

The attraction had been instant, and thus after a short while of just observing one another from afar, they had been drawn together. Since then, they had barely left one another's arms. Lying together. Cuddling, talking, just enjoying the day without any thought of where it might go or not go beyond each individual moment. As morning had turned to afternoon and afternoon to evening, the beach had grown first busier, then quieter after many hours. Throughout all that time though they had remained without moving, Ilma sitting up for the most-part with Gus resting basically in her lap, her legs wrapped around his body and thus hiding his nakedness from almost everyone. Twice during the busiest portions of the day the lion had heard the hippo whispering in his ears, asking him if he found her attractive. If he would get hard for her right here upon the beach. And when he had, unable to resist her bold, almost bossily insistent suggestions, she had slipped a hand around his front and subtly, unnoticeably jerked him off not one but two times while hundreds of other people milled around them enjoying what was according to the weather forecast going to be one of the last hot, beach-worthy days of the year.

When evening had come of course, and they found themselves surrounded by fewer and fewer others, more overt disregard for the rules and conventions of society had begun to display themselves. Gus had revealed his stash, and over their first joints of the night they had talked more, laughing and smiling and munching upon a large, sharing bag of tangy tomato salsa chips. By the time they were done with that bag and well on their way through a second hand rolled joint shared between them, Ilma had slipped out of her bikini and was lying flat on her back next to Gus, gently masturbating herself while the lion did the very same. A few figures had passed them by even after that point, but no-one had said anything and judging by the lack of sirens and flashlights, no-one had cared enough if they were pissed off to do anything about it.

Thus the evening had carried on well beyond dusk in that similar manner. An equally casual, intimate blend of gentle drugs, sex and relaxing cuddles in place of the rock and roll. It had carried on until that current moment as Gus watched Ilma handily deal with the muzzleful of pot smoke he'd fed to her through their latest kiss, and beyond.

"Make me cum again, Gus..."

Ilma arched her back and lifted her hands to her breasts, caressing the large, buxom curves of her flesh gently before applying a slightly more firm, passionate touch to her swollen nipples. Her voice was breathy and distant as her head swam, filled with the nearby rush of the ocean, the occasional cry of a seagull and the low, constant rumbling of the lion's purrs from below her. Yet still it was clear that she wasn't asking, that she wasn't making a request so much as she was simply stating a fact of what she expected to happen. Thankfully of course, it was a fact that the lion was all too eager to bring to fruition.

He began to rock his hips, his cock already buried inside the far larger woman as she straddled him, her legs now parting a little more, shuffling and spreading out on the sand to lower herself a little more completely around him. At the same time though one of Gus' arms reached out down his own plump belly, his thumb extending and seeking out the large, swollen button of Ilma's clit. It was as large and gorgeous as she was, two full inches visibly protruding from its fleshy hood and almost half that in girth, the prominent nature taking nothing away whatsoever from how hyper-sensitive it was to the slightest contact. Thus, as he roughly ground his thumb against it, he wasn't at all surprised as the hippo threw back her head and let loose a bellowing cry of pleasure. Her pussy convulsed and clenched around Gus's cock, not yet doing so in the throes of orgasm but driven substantially closer by even that brief direct stimulation of her clitoris. Her huge form quaked and writhed upon him, and for a moment Gus was certain she was going to topple forward and bury him beneath her trembling body and huge, beautiful breasts.

Instead, perhaps sensing her own lack of stability, Ilma reached down, grabbed Gus just as he slipped the remains of their last joint of the night back between his lips, and rolled them over so that he was suddenly lying astride her. The hippo's arms remained wrapped around the lion, one on his back, the other on the back of his head, and she pulled him down against her with a deep, desperate grunt of pleasure.

"Fuck me."

Her desire, her hunger for what she needed from him in that moment was so shameless, and Gus loved it. He adored a woman, hell, any partner or any person who spoke their mind rather than keeping things bottled up, and this amazon of a lady was... well, she was one hell of a breath of fresh air, even to an already fairly free spirit like him.

What else could he do, therefore, but exactly what she asked. He began to thrust. To hump at the larger, stronger woman. To fuck her hard and fast just as the frantic nature of her command had demanded. He panted heavily, billowing clouds of pot spoke out over her torso as he did so while the jointed remained pursed between his lips, and he growled as one of his hands remained pinned between them, not yet ready to attack her clit once again but poised and ready to strike when the moment finally came.

Their pleasure built, and as it did so Ilma's grip upon Gus's body grew tighter. She pulled him closer and closer, harder and more insistently against herself, until finally the lion could no longer look up into the hippo's beautiful pleasure stricken face, huffing the remains of his joint between her breasts as they threatened to engulf him. Again her voice rang out, not a whisper but an echoing announcement that bellowed across the sands in all directions from the dunes behind them to the ocean ahead.

"I'm gonna cum! D-don't stop!"

Gus had utterly no intention of stopping, and indeed no real way to do so as he was being held so firmly against Ilma that while he could have kept his hips from thrusting there was no real way to back away from her enough to separate their entwined, eagerly fucking forms. Thus the lion did the only thing that made any sense. He stopped holding back. He stopped waiting for Ilma to be ready, recognising that the moment was now upon them, and allowed his hand to go to town on her clit once more as his own hips became a sudden blur, putting all his focus, all his effort onto driving himself to orgasm in the brief period of time he had left before the hippopotamus went crashing into her own.

" Gus!"

She screamed his name louder than any cry he'd heard her let loose thus far, and then everything went dark as her hands dragged him as close against her warm, thick skinned figure as possible, pressing his face between her breasts to the extent where he was suddenly terrified that the remains of his smouldering joint would be pressing into her flesh. If it did though, if indeed there was any heat left in the stub clutched between his lips, Ilma didn't seem to care. Indeed she only held him tighter still, pressing his muzzle into her chest until he could feel her heart pounding through his own face. He heard her cries, muffled now by her own huge breasts encircling his head and ears, ringing out ever more urgently as he felt her already soaking wet pussy beginning to clutch and squirt against his rock hard, desperately straining cock. He tried to take a breath, eyes widening as he realised she was pressing him to her so hard that was almost impossible, but before Gus could try to remedy that situation, before he could try to more forcefully pull his head back, he felt his head and indeed his whole body spinning once more.

As she let loose the final, bellowing scream that announced her orgasm's arrival, Ilma rolled over once more and pressed herself down against the lion now trembling and shuddering in ecstasy beneath her. Gus grunted as her hot depths began to gush around him as they milked his cock violently, and he let loose a breathless, muffled roar when he too suddenly found himself cast into the violent throes of orgasm. His eyes rolled back within the darkness already surrounding them, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock lashing the hippo's tightly clutching depths with rich ribbons of cum while she writhed astride him. He groaned happily, lungs burning as he felt her bucking her hips down against his in turn while still blocking out the moonlight, blocking out the whole world as she smothered him with her helplessly shaking, huge and beautiful body. He might not have been able to breathe, he might not have been able to think in that moment as his cries expended the last of his air, but Gus simply couldn't bring himself to be upset about that fact.

Hell, if there was ever a way to pass out, it was to pass out being fucked so hard by a giant, beautiful stoned hippo lady while she smothered you into oblivion with her breasts.

He grinned as that thought crossed his mind. He shuddered one last time as the final trickles of his cum spilled out into the hippo, and tried to cry out, utterly out of even the merest dregs of air to do so as once more she convulsed and squeezed hungrily around him. Then he could feel his body falling limp beneath the hippo's weight. His muscles relaxing against the warm flesh above and the cool sand below. He could feel his already spinning head growing ever more fuzzy and his senses growing ever more disconnected from reality.

And then at last, after all that pleasure; all that effort, all that excitement and passion and delight throughout the day, he could feel nothing at all. He could sense nothing, experience nothing, remember nothing as beneath Ilma's breasts, beneath her beautiful, writhing, uncontrollably cumming body, the lion's mind went blank and he finally, definitively lost consciousness.

A few seconds later, Ilma rolled off of him with a giggle and one last, satisfied moan.

"H-holy shit, Gus... that was..."

She smiled, tilting her head to look back at the lion, blushing at the blank, blissed out, slack jawed expression upon his face.

That smile faded however as he didn't turn his head to regard her. As he didn't move at all, until she reached out and shook his shoulder with one hand, at which point he took a deep, choking, desperate gasp for air before falling still once again, breathing heavily.

"Dammit..."

Ilma whimpered, blushing and trying not to smile, not to feel proud of herself for putting this unsuspecting man at such risk for her own pleasure.

"...not again."

By Jeeves

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