A small write up I did of my lion Braul.

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Filling the Tank

Stomping out into the parking lot, the biker lion Braul gritted his teeth and began to growl lowly but started to increase with every step he took towards the hippo messing with his bike.

Usually Braul would be easy going fellow who would let those who are interested in his ride look it over and such but to try and scrap it or vandalize it really set him off.

Seeing the large being clothed in his own riding attire consisting of full leather including the odd police like hat. The hippo hovered over the feline's chopper with a couple of tools in hand and was at the moment trying to remove some bolts to the engine cover.

"May ask what you are doing to my chopper?" Braul growled as the hippo dropped the wrench he had in hand.

As it hit the ground with a clatter the large being turned quickly to see the muscle gut lion cracking his knuckles while gritting his teeth to the point they looked like they would crack.

"Uh...I was...tightening some loose...bolts..." The hippo replied with a nervous chuckle only for the engine cover to fall off to sink his obvious lie.

Not even giving the large tubby being a chance to flee, Braul grabbed the hippo's jacket and pulled him close and pressed his muzzle to the hippo's face.

"Since you seem to want to ride my chopper how about I let you ride in my special seat I reserve for punks like you," the feline snarled out.

Before the hippo could try to plea or squirm loose, the lion opened his mouth wide and shoved the pachyderm’s head right into his cavernous gullet. Swallowing up most of the thief's head, the lion's muzzle flipped the other biker's hat off his head as more of him was pulled into the king of the beast's mouth and down his throat.

Working his mouth over the hippo's head, Braul's throat began to bulge as he started to work the large being's shoulders into his mouth which gave the occasionally pop and creak from having such a large meal fed into them.

Slurping up the broad shoulders, the feline biker continued to work his maw over the hippo's chest and down to his large belly as the bulge in the gold brown furred throat squeezed past his chest and began to appear in his muscle gut as if growled eagerly for the meal being sent it's way.

Squirming inside the lion's mouth, the thief tried to wiggle his way out but only seem to wedge himself further as he felt the top of his belly slip into the wet maw. Followed by his world turning upside down as Braul easily lifted him into the air and began to let gravity work him down.

With a couple of wet slurps the large tire size belly was fed into the lion's gullet and down into his own gut as it down began to push up Braul's shirt to give it some room to expand.

Feeling the hippo's waist and thighs slide over his tongue, Braul couldn't help but murr some at his meal's taste as the still kicking legs flailed outside his mouth while most of the upper body could be seen pressing up against his belly walls.

Not wanting to waste any more time and to not stressing his jaw to much, Braul gave a couple more large gulps before the hippo's feet slipped past his lips before sliding into his gut with a loud slosh.

Letting out a sigh, Braul leaned up against his bike as he looked down at the enormous belly he now sported cause of the pachyderm. Giving it a few good pats the lion belched as the thief inside began to kick up a storm to try and escape which only cause Braul the chuckle and pur as he rubbed over the hippo's outline and occasionally push the bulge back into place.

"UUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!...Ah....nothing like a extra large punk to fill the tank," Braul said as he gave his belly a few good pats before releasing another belch.

Noticing the hat the hippo wore before, Braul used his tail the flick it up, since bending over would of caused him to land on his belly like a similar time before.

Looking the odd head accessory over, the lion just snorted as he tossed it over into a nearby trash can.

"Don't understand why some folks wear those," he muttered to himself before he heard his belly gurgles and began to turn the hippo into soup.

"Looks like your lion chow buddy. I'll be sure to use your tools to fix what you did with my bike...once I'm able to bend over without falling," Braul said to himself as he muttered the last part before going back to rubbing over the furry globe he now carried.