Claws

Breakthrough

Why didn't anyone tell me I spelled Fig Newton wrong? 😩

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LUKA

     Seven. Hundred. Thousand. Dollars.
     My head was spinning like a dreidel. Mateo was the owner of Terra Acres, so it made sense that he had so much money, but I had never heard of a cover charge being so high before.
     Then again, Apollo was a wonderful specimen. Six feet tall, toeclaws, red plumage, healthy, and an agility whiz, any breeding program would be happy to have him.
     There was the ethical concern of breeding a bird that had attacked and killed many people, but like Mateo had said, a lack of bite inhibition was a good trait for protection work, and even for hunting birds, so would it even be an issue?
     Also an issue was Apollo's intense loyalty to a bird he hadn't even mated to. My bird didn't want to breed with anyone but Kennedy, but if doing so would get him closer to being with his would-be mate, would he still object?
     There was only one way to find out.
     As we finally pulled into the garage at Blue Moon Ranch, I decided to broach the subject. Popping the trunk remotely, turning off the SUV, and hanging up the keys on a key rack on the wall, I pepped myself up for the hard conversation.
     "So, Apollo," I began cautiously as I retrieved the bird from the trunk, "How much do you love Kennedy?"
     Apollo seemed taken aback. His eyes went from wide and shocked to narrowed and calculating. The bird hummed, "Luka, why don't you just say what you want to say?"
     It was my turn to be taken aback. "What?"
     "Seven hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money." Apollo inspected his nails unaffectedly.
     I could have facepalmed. I should have know that he could hear us.
     "You'd be halfway to your goal of buying Kennedy." I told the bird.
     "But at what cost?" He demanded, growing angry. "I spend every day having flashbacks to Riya raping me, and you think I want to have sex with another female? I went through an entire rut and didn't have sex with another bird!"
     "Apollo," I groaned, "Look at the bigger picture here. Fifteen minutes of discomfort for a lifetime of happiness! You could have a mate, Apollo!"
     "But fifteen minutes won't be the end of it, will it, Master?" Apollo sneered, "We'll still need over a million dollars, and I'll still have to deal with the repercussions of being forced to breed."
     "It's just sex, Apollo. No commitment. No trauma. Just consensual sex with a beautiful female who wants you." I countered, "And you'll be helping your species."
     "And!" I didn't wait for his response. "Did I mention you'll be seven hundred thousand dollars closer to Kennedy?"
     Apollo took a moment to think before offering, "Can't we just like, collect and freeze my semen?"
     "Live covers are much more effective for your species." I imparted.
     A distraught groan was my bird's only response.
     "You have about a month to think about it." I reassured him.
"Great." He grumbled, "Can we just go home?"
A little chuckle came through my words. "Only if you get the luggage."
And with that, Apollo was off. The trunk was gently closed behind him, and I hit the garage door's down button on the way out.
The trek back to the house seemed especially long this evening.

••••••••••

Summer heat engulfed me as I stood outside in the tiny front yard of my home. A tiny paper rectangle was turned over in my hand and inspected.

Mateo Gonzalez, PhD
Terra Acres Lionheart Refuge
American Lionheart Association Member
Certified ethical breeder and trainer

In blue ink, a scribbled phone number. Underneath it was written Call me!
Not a minute later, little beeps came from my phone with the pushes of buttons. Then, ringing. The phone was picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?" Said the person on the other end.
"Hi, Mateo, it's Luka." I greeted.
Mateo's voice grew friendlier, "Hey Luka! How's life treating you?"
My response was automatic. "Good, good. And you?"
"Can't complain." He replied.
"That's good." I changed the topic quickly, "Hey, I was wondering if we could get Void and Apollo together for a play date?"
"A play date or a "play date"?" Mateo's voice grew suggestive.
A laugh escaped me before I could respond, "Just a play date. Apollo is on the fence still."
"Okay, let me look at my schedule." Mateo started mumbling to himself, "Trials, trials, training, trials, training, appointments, home checks, facility inspections...."
Finally, the man on the other line said, "I could do next month on the seventeenth. Sorry I'm so booked."
I tried to hide my disappointment at the long wait. "That's a little over a month, right? She should be coming into season by then. That should help."
"Definitely." Mateo agreed, "Is noon good? We'll have to leave around seven in the morning to make it to Blue Moon by then."
"That should be fine." I reassured him.
The other man hummed, "Sounds good. I'll see you then, Luka."
"See you."
Dial tone. I could only hope that this would turn the tides from hell no to maybe or even sure. If I could get Apollo on the slippery slope of studding, maybe I could make a buck or two out of it as well. A year ago if you had asked me, the answer would be "absolutely not". But now that Apollo had come so far in both his rehabilitation and his agility career, I was comfortable breeding him.
With a staccato laugh, I thought back to when I told Robert to take Derrick out of the Sanctuary's breeding program. Now, Apollo was going to contribute to Mateo's breeding program.
My thoughts were cut short by the front door opening and closing behind me.
"Master?" A familiar voice asked, "I'm really sore. Can I have a massage?"
"Of course, hun," I hummed as I turned to face him, "I'll be right in."
The deep, rumbling purr of a male lionheart was something I'd never grow tired of. As I rubbed and tugged in slow circles, it grew ever louder. Tried and true methods of easing aching muscles worked wonders yet again as my lionheart melted into my touch from where he laid on the couch.
    Slow movements traveled down my bird's body, reaching his lower back, his ass, then his thighs. They had become solid and tight with hours upon hours of agility.
     His backside was really nice to look at.
     I could feel desire building up in my core. We hadn't had sex in the two months since Apollo finished his rut. I wondered if he was just as strung up as I was.
     "Apollo, sit up." The command left my tongue with ease.
     Wordlessly, my charge did as he was told. Taking his hand in mine, I guided it to the bulging outline of my hard cock in my pants. Apollo felt my length through he fabric and just barely stroked it.
     "W-What's in it for me?" He purred with a twinge of anxiety.
     A single brunet eyebrow rose at the question.
     "Let's approach it this way...." I hummed, and reached for the bird collar remote around my neck. Apollo's eyes grew wide as I commanded, "On your knees, on the floor. Now."
     At his moment's hesitation I held down the stim button. Instantly, my bird slid to the floor and onto his knees, looking up at me with a disoriented, aroused expression.
"D-Do that again." He stuttered with equal parts fear and trust, and I grabbed his chin with my free hand.
"You are not the one in charge here." I growled back playfully.
I loved this game.
My grip on his jaw tightened. Apollo whimpered submissively, and I felt appeased enough to release him. The bird showed me he was just as riled up as I was by playing with the waistband of my black joggers, a trembling hand on each of my hips.
"Take my pants off." I commanded breathily.
Apollo took his sweet time. He fumbled with the waistbands of my pants and underwear for several seconds before pulling them both down to the ground to reveal my hard-on.
The stim button was held again, making Apollo yelp and whine. One clawed hand held his neck, the other held his throbbing dick.
"I said my pants, not my underwear." I slowly stroked myself as I spoke, teasing him gently, "Since when does that turn you on, you little slut?"
"E-Ever since you fucked me while shocking me it's felt nice." He confessed, "It hurts, but it feels so good."
"Like this?" I teased while pressing the stim button.
A yelp filled the room followed by low whimpers and moans. When I felt kind enough to let go of the button, Apollo stuttered, "Y-Yes, M-Master."
"Suck my dick." I commanded, taking a seat on the couch and spreading my legs to give him room to work.
Apollo took a deep breath to center himself. One of my beige hands squeezed his, my thumb rubbing tiny circles on his knuckles.
"It's okay, hun." I whispered to him, "I won't do anything to hurt you, I promise."
Slowly, surely, Apollo inched closer. When he was face to face with my length, he seemed to set aside his fears for the first time.
He started by cautiously taking my balls in his mouth and playing with them using his tongue. Inch by inch, as if testing the waters, he licked up my shaft to my tip in a serpentine motion. Finally, he took a deep, shaking breath, taking my length into his mouth and started to blow me.
"Oh my god...." I moaned out. Watching his head bob up and down as he took me deep into his throat was almost as good as the sensation.
     One beige palm gripped the back of the couch. The other gently laid on the back of his head. I was careful not to pull his hair or shove his head down onto my cock. Instead, I chose to rub in little circles as he sucked me off.
About ten minutes in I could feel myself getting close. Instinct came over me and I bucked my hips into my lionheart's mouth. He gagged on my dick but kept going like the little trooper he was.
"Apollo," I moaned, "please keep going!"
God I just want to grab a handful of that black hair and fuck his mouth! Why did Riya have to ruin him?!
I satisfied myself by watching him look up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
"Good boy, Apollo!" I panted out, "Keep sucking."
The lionheart started bobbing his head faster and deeper, gripping my hips hard to stop me from bucking into his mouth.
"Oh my god," I cried out, "Oh my god!"
A huge moan of pleasure left me as I came into Apollo's mouth. Like the good boy he was, he swallowed every last drop.
"Holy fuck." I groaned.
Apollo traced little hearts on my thigh with his clawed index finger.
"Can I have a turn?" The bird hummed sheepishly, "I promise I'll be good for you. I'll do everything you say."
"Are you sure, hun?" I double-checked.
My lionheart put on the best puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen, and begged, "Please Master, please suck my cock. I'll do anything you ask."
And how could I say no to that?
Not a minute later I was being face-fucked by a lionheart. With much less kindness than I had given him, Apollo got me on my knees, grabbed fistfuls brunet curls, and thrusted his dick down my throat over and over. I couldn't breathe—but it was so hot I didn't care.
Apollo gave me a moment to breathe by pulling his hips back and pushing my head in the opposite direction. I sputtered and coughed and choked until I could get a few decent breaths of air. The bird inspected my face, which was covered with rivers of tears, with a watchful eye. We met gazes, and I nodded, and he pulled me back to continue gagging me with his dick once more.
Despite the tears running down my face, I really didn't mind being used as his personal fucktoy. In fact, it was the highlight of my day. I met Apollo's eyes and let him watch just how much I loved getting fucked by him— I was already starting to get hard again.
We went on like this until Apollo groaned in ecstasy and shot hot streams of semen down my throat.