Mount Gagazet is home to the Ronso, a fierce lion warrior tribe. Today is a season of their 'heir season', in which they choose a new leader to lead the tribe, known as the 'warrior ronso'. Biran is the current candidate for leader, much to the chagrin of Kimahri, who has been training night and day, honing his body to be considered as the next leader. However, when compared to Biran, Kimahri is lacking in a very crucial step - a lover. Biran has appointed his brother, Yenke as his lover; homosexual and incestuous relationships are not at all uncommon in the tribe, and Ronsos are encouraged to explore their sexual desires with each other. This has led to them becoming one of the best breeders in the world, however, you rarely see a Ronso with a female lover. Their orientation is very homosexual; having long embraced their desires and lust for the male form much faster than the feeble humans (as they refer to them), which also inhabit this land. It should come as no surprise that the Ronso race is extremely virile and masculine, too. They sprout body hair on top of their fluffy fur, giving them a fuzzy and masculine touch. The tradition of 'heir season' has been going on for ages in the race, and this has led to a natural evolution in the race - they gain muscles more quickly and easily, and their dicks are larger than most. 
Beyond this, the Ronso lead simple lives, exempt from many qualms that the world may face, due to their isolation with the rest of the races. However, Kimahri, a budding warrior Ronso, could feel anything but ease. He is frustrated, lonely, and the constant target of attack for Biran and all his bystanders. Mocked for having a chipped horn, he is seen as weaker and more feminine than most Ronsos, and this has ostracised him. 
This is where you come in: a black, lean panther, you who have taken an interest in Kimahri for his masculine features at first - but have eventually grown to love his habits and personality. You're a traveller, he helped you when you were in a tight spot with a monster on the road, and ever since then - you've spent your time in the tribe, talking to Kimahri as much as you can. You are seen as a 'temporary outsider', but Kimahri is making you want to stay. Compared to other Ronso of the tribe, he is far more gentle-hearted and has a sense of humour behind the rough exterior. 
When he has had a rough day training, only to be mocked straight after, you are usually there to take his mind off things and cheer him up. As you peer around the shack's corner to see Biran and his trusty companion, Yenke, make their way down the springs - you have a feeling it might be another one of those times. 


“Kimahri hornless, could probably never mate with fellow man!”
Biran laughed at Kimahri mockingly, brandishing his horn in front of him as he stood and laughed at him turned around, washing his hair in the spring. You gulped as this gave you a good view of his front - his muscular blue chest and the hair covering it you were now able to see in its full glory. The sight, along with his muscular broad shoulders and big burly arms covered in the same white hair, which looked like they could take good hold of you while you're getting bred by this adonis of a man - made your cock lurch to attention. 
It may not be exactly ethical to whip your cock out during this occasion, but the sheer sexy sight of this big blue beast before you called for it. You've always liked him, more than any other man you've seen in the world. 
“Biran is proud Ronso warrior that gets many women in bed! What hope does Kimahri possibly have against me, the Ronso warrior?!"
Kimahri swiftly stood up and faced Biran, giving you a good view of his firm backside, his asscheeks were meaty and taut even though his loincloth that covered his hole, they looked like they could endure a good smacking. It made you hold in a moan as you stared at his muscular back and all that it contains, breathing in heavily of the cool night as you rested yourself against the shack and slowly whacked your dick to the sight of him.
Kimahri growled and balled his fist, considering punching his annoying dumb bully then and there, but he held off. He knew that doing so will complicate matters further. For a moment, you registered a flash of fear on Biran's face as Kimahri's fist loomed close to it, but quickly dissolved into a scoffing expression as he realised Kimahri could not have the strength to even fight back. Part of you was proud that Kimahri could scare him, and also knowing that he was too kind to punch someone in the first place. 
"Surely, that rage has to go somewhere…" you took hold of your cock again, closing your eyes to the thought of him, getting off on his musk in the air. 
Biran noticed Kimahri’s apprehension and chortled another laugh. It rung in your ears like the most annoying thing in the world, and you felt like giving him something to cry about instead. 
“Does Kimahri not have the guts to fight back? Hornless, hornless!” Kimahri growled and turned his back on his kin. "Enough is enough. Kimahri is going to leave the mountain," he said sternly. 
His unexpected reply due gasps of surprise to Biran and Yenke, even you. They were trying not to show it, but it shocked them knowing that, soon enough, they will have no opposition and nobody to pick on. As for you… it pierced your heart and ruined any mood for fapping. 
Eventually, Biran got bored of getting no response from the man, and left the spring – leaving him alone. His only friend in the mountain, Ori, a black panther (which is you), crept around the corner and swam to him in the spring.
“Hey Kimahri,” he said gently. Kimahri huffed and looked away, trying to ignore your obvious flirting. You only met him around 2 weeks ago, and ever since, you was always trying to get him to say something. 
"Kimahri want to be alone," he said, and you sighed in response. Kimahri has never been good at talking to people. 
"Well, if you ever want someone to talk to, I'm here." 
Kimahri was confused. Nobody has ever shown such compassion to him before. His thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing of his cock, bulging out his loincloth considerably. Whenever you were around him, you always noticed a bulge underneath his loincloth. His cock looked huge, and you fapped thinking about it ever since you met him.






--Later on in the night...
Peering from the corner of a hut, you saw Kimahri standing in the hot spring while inspecting his impressive junk. You had to stifle a gasp as you laid your eyes on his precious jewels - his balls, big round and blue, lightly covered with white wisps of hair - twitched needily with each breeze of the morning wind, churning with cum. 
"It has been a while since Kimahri has got some release…" you could hear him say, in that deep beasty baritone voice of his, while he was stroking his half-hard uncut cock to hardness. 
He stroked his blue cock, feeling the foreskinned tool chub up in his paw, and gazed at his meat for a little while. He always liked how it looked when it shone under the moonlight, but he felt a longing in his heart as his balls twitched; jerking off was not enough - he needed someone who could fill in the void emotionally and sexually. Having seen him flex and fondle his cock from the side of the shack, you gasped with amazement, but that prompted Kimahri to hide his cock while quickly turning around. 
"Who's there?" Kimahri shouted with panic in his voice, fearing that the Ronso brothers have returned to berate him about a hard cock and finding no bitch. His face relaxed as you entered the scene, and you could see his shoulders relax. In order to make things less awkward from seeing his impressive hard cock, you came up to him from behind and massaged his tense shoulders. 
"You relax, Kimahri. I want to make you feel safe, okay?" 
For the first time since you met him, you could see a smile creep up on the side of his handsome blue-furred face, but it was quickly replaced with panic once he realised his erection wasn't going down anytime soon - in fact, it was only getting harder from your soothing back massage. 
Kimahri cleared his throat and tried to shuffle away from you, and you let out a low laugh in turn. 
"You shouldn't be ashamed of showing your pride. You are a proud Ronso warrior, are you not? Why don't you let me massage your front…"
To your surprise, Kimahri stood still and let your paws scale from his muscular back to his just-as-muscular front. You started from his stomach, raking in the fluffy white treasure trail in the process, your hands deftly clasping his wet, twitching, powerful muscles as they danced past his hulking body. He was much taller than you, far more muscular - and your head could only reach up to the middle of his pecs, that were covered in hair. It took a lot of effort not to breathe it all in then and there.
"Don't let the other men fool you. I think you're quite manly and capable of being a Ronso warrior." you said, while moving over to massaging his pecs and deftly playing with his body hair. A shy smirk crept up on his face and you could see the cock behind his loincloth throb a little more.
It was too much lust to hold back; while feeling the dense collection of white hair on his pecs, a needy moan instinctively escaped from your throat and you thrust yourself directly into his fuzzy chest forest, rolling your head all inside it, your cock throbbing with need at every brush of his body hair against your face. 
Kimahri gasped, but this time, it was at a low tone, with a dominating touch to it. He looked around the spring to make sure no-one was watching, and hauled you up to a private corner of the spring with him. Once there, he plopped you back into the water with a very little amount of care, and you looked up to see Kimahri - no, this big blue beast of a man, towering over you and obstructing your view. While you were scrambling across the floor, he looked far bigger, and it almost scared you. Your immediate vision was his heaving chest, and wet shiny muscles twitching all over his body that show how much of a hunk he is. Perhaps the greatest view of all, though, was his 9-inch thick throbbing, uncut Ronso cock that rose from its musky pube forest, hiking his dirty brown loincloth up, throbbing and twitching the air, almost like its begging to be sucked and released of cum. There was so much to take in, but Kimahri was not one to wait. With a deep grunt, he thrust your face forward to his chest again, prompting you to tightly grip onto his body for all that is dear. 
"Ori likes Kimahri chest hair? Ori will become bitch for Kimahri." 
Being crushed against his torso, you looked up to see his massive tuft of hair on his chest, and you rubbed your face all around it. Your source of air quickly became Kimahri's distinct musk rather than oxygen - he definitely had a manly smell, mixed in with the smell of a beastly lion, naturally earthy and distinct. The smell of his musk on his chest was so strong, it made your throat dry. You glanced up to his face for acknowledgement as you pulled away from his chest forest, seeing him shyly smirk and pull his arm behind his head - exposing his even-muskier underarm that was also covered in his white hair. 
Your lip trembled and your cock almost came all over his body as you instinctively rubbed it against his hairy stomach, overcome with lust for the man. 
"Fuck yes," you said, unable to stop the drool coming out of your mouth. Of course, like any good bitch, you knew what to do. With your face moist with Kimahri's chest musk, you dove your head over to his exposed underarm and got your face even more moist with the amount of musk coming from it. 
Kimahri was surprised by how much you liked it - maybe the fact that you even liked it at all surprised him, but definitely made him happy inside. You were not passing up this chance: almost immediately you were rolling your face all inside his pit, soaking up all of the natural and hard-earned musk like a proper bitch would, tangling your tongue in his wiry pit hairs - of which they were plenty, and you were determined to suck the musk out of every one, taking a bunch of hairs in your mouth and sucking up the musk like a machine. Kimahri's scent became your world. Your head grew dizzy from the heavy effect his musk had on your senses, and you found yourself groaning and moaning against his pit as you humped him like a dog. 






Your cock was twitching, begging for release - completely driven by this man. He undid his loincloth, and you felt his hard cock finding contact with yours, slapping strings of precum on your stomach as it flew up in the air, and slanted on your body. With a shaky paw, you grasped his gargantuan cock with yours, barely able to comprehend this beautiful moment you are now sharing, it was something you always dreamt of. You rested your head on his shoulder, lightly kissing his face, overcome with love for this man. 
"Kimahri… Please call me a bitch one more time, please…"
He roughly grabbed your head out from his shoulder, the two of you now looking face to face. His lips curled and his eyes blazed with lust. 
"You're my fucking bitch!" The ferocity of his shout flug spit in your face which only added to the tension until it was too much for you to bear. Kimahri recognised this. 
"Roar like a real Ronso! Shout and scream about our love!" he said, grabbing your asscheeks and jamming a fat finger into your tiny, twitching hole.
You let out a ferocious roar as you came all over Kimahri's sexy muscular body, coating his cock with your cum as they pressed up together like two beasts throbbing and yearning for release. It was the hardest you've ever cum. Feeling Kimahri's spit on your face, knowing that he just fucking screamed in your face about how much of a bitch you are, it sent shivers all over your body - and the shivers would continue for many more weeks to come. That is the effect of a real man; one who is not afraid to suppress his real desires or love, the sign of one who can truly breed. 
You looked at Kimahri with pride, whose face was beaming with delight having found solace in his new desires with you. 
"You can be a Ronso warrior, breeder, leader… Fuck what they say."
Kimahri's face lit up with delight. Of all the previous times you tried to tell him this, he always seemed to never believe you - but, today, after all this, it isn't the case. Kimahri, for once, had a backbone - and it was all thanks to you. 
"I can really do it…" He said, looking straight at you with conviction. He yanked your body off him and forced you to kneel down, your head ready to receive his massive, dangling thick uncut cock. 
"I can become a breeder." He said, his chest heaving with sexual tension, his cock as ready as it's ever been. Ready for your mouth to wrap around it. 
You opened your maw and lay your tongue flat below Kimahri's fat, twitching blue shaft as it slid into your maw with a low groan from the man himself. You played with Kimahri's foreskin with your tongue, delving deep beneath that musky skin to lick up all the cummy residue of all previous faps he's had, followed by the tangy taste of piss. 
You then clasped your lips around Kimahri's needy shaft, making the big blue beast moan in pleasure as his cock got serviced by your tight, flexing throat. Kimahri's big blue cock slid down your throat like a piece to a puzzle: it just belonged there. It wasn't long until you felt his cock throbbing madly in your throat, being months since this beast got some proper release. He was desperately pent up, and you were the perfect recipient for his needs. 
Without even asking, acting purely on his breeding instincts, Kimahri took hold of your head and shoved you fully down his cock, your throat bulging out with his massive meat shoved inside of you, feeling warm and well-enclosed inside your mouth. Men like him don’t fuck around.
You breathed in to get more air, only to breathe in the pure musk of Kimahri's pubes that you're shoved up against. The sheer scent of it made your eyes water, your throat getting wet from his spurts of precum shooting forth inside of you. 
"Bitch belong on Kimahri's cock." Kimahri's voice was a lot deeper now, focused, heavy, beastial. 
"You are slut," he said matter-of-factly. 
"A toy for me to use," you glurked and choked on his cock as he was using his powerful hands to shove you back on forth on his massive meat, but you made no effort to resist - you let the meat slide in-between your silky lips without any sound of complaint - the only sound being your sloppy throat getting a good using from deepthroating this massive monster. He sped up his thrusts until everything became a blur to you - all you could hear was his deep groaning, his breathing becoming faster and harder, followed by the relentless throbbing of his cock in your muzzle. If you think he's going to blow his load that easily, you're mistaken. He hauled you back up, your body flush against his and breathed heavily in your face. 
"Kimahri… Love bitch…" His warm breath in your face nearly made you cum again. His cock throbbing like a faucet against yours - just being denied its orgasm. Instinctively, you blurted out: "God, I love you too, you fucking beast!" 
You grabbed his head and pulled it toward yours, your fingers combing through his silky white hair as your maws locked together, your tongues coiling and toying with each other in their crazy lust-filled embrace. It didn't surprise you to feel Kimahri powering over you, however. Whilst the two of you were making out, Kimahri leaned you back against the warm rock, so the two of you could fully grope and finally give each other the loving attention that you both needed. In this position, it was easy for Kimahri to stand proud and tall over your smaller, lithe frame - and that enabled him to shove his tongue fully down your throat. It was so thick and surprisingly huge that you ended up choking around it and being unable to fight back as he wrapped his hairy arms fully around your body, your body rubbing against his hairy front like a brush, getting rubbed and pressed tightly against it. The feel of his body hair pressed up against your lean form felt electric. Your fingers traced through the fuzzy hair on his stomach until you rested your paws on his chest, feeling him pant heavily in your face while having his tongue choke you out, which was fucking amazing. It was almost better than his cock. Almost. 
While still keeping a firm grip on you, Kimahri swung your body around and pressed you up against the wall, hot-dogging his hard cock against your twitching hole.
You could feel him lean over you as he whispered into your ear, "Do you want a real man's cock?"
Before you were even able to answer, Kimahri plugged your muzzle up with his fingers and started thrusting inside of you, stretching out your virgin hole with his massive cock. It hurt like hell, and you could tell he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon - even though you were in so much pain, it was a fitting sacrifice for the pleasure that would come after. It didn’t take long for Kimahri to thrust powerfully and hard inside of you, never letting up for even one second - you felt his hairy balls constantly crashing against your firm bottom as he breathed like a beast in your ear. Your balls were getting a beating by his hairy pendulums, filled with cum. His groans were deep, hard and it shook you to the core. You could feel his beard brush against your face as he moaned beside you and groaned about how tight your hole is, calling you his 'one and only cumdump.' It was an honour to have this big beast of a man use you in such a way; all of Kimahri's pent up rage and hatred for his other kin was expelled in a sexual lust for you - thoughts of wanting to punch Biran in the face were let out with each deep-dicking thrust he took inside your quivering bottom, your hole now stretched obscenely to accommodate his thick, throbbing length. 
Minutes passed, and now both of you were covered in sweat - or, rather, Kimahri's sweat. He's been fucking you so hard that his sweat is mixed in with yours. You groaned out in slutty, carnal pleasure as Kimahri took one last focused thrust inside of you - pinning you down on the floor, his big blue ass flexing as his cock smashed your prostate, causing you to have a messy orgasm that made you see stars. This man just mating pressed you.
"Fuck, I never knew possible to feel so fucking good when you're inside of me," you said to him, not expecting a reply as his fangs were bared, lip trembling from the pleasure of your tight slut hole that he just bred hard. 
"Kimahri… Cum inside you now…"
His pubes were pressed up firmly against you, brushing and tickling your small ass - your black furry ass being the perfect contrast from his curly white bush. He collapsed onto you, heaving, and grabbed your head with his shaking paw, his face trembling with love, overcome with emotion for you as his cock exploding ropes upon ropes of thick, virile Ronso cum inside of you. 
"Kimahri will use you! You are a fucking slut! Toy! Cumdump! Useless fucking fleshlight!" 
You were getting filled up by a man far superior to you, and it was fucking amazing. You didn't even register that he locked you into a deep kiss until you felt his tongue choking you out again. You could only weakly dance your tongue with his as the power of his cock exploding inside of you nearly knocked you out from how massive it felt inside of you - it was a miracle that his cock even fit inside of your small ass in the first place, so feeling it expand and spurt nearly a litre of Ronso jizz inside of you was like a dream come true. 
Kimahri had to retreat from the kiss to catch his breath, even a beast such as him has his limits, and from how good you milked him, it nearly knocked him out. Even through all of this, his cock still throbbed fully hard inside of you, a testament to how virile the Ronso truly are. You have no doubts that Kimahri will be the perfect breeder for this tribe. 
With his whole body shaking and trembling from the pleasure, he retreated his hard cock from your now-ruined and battered hole with a loud pop. His cock flung back to his hairy stomach with a deep thud, covered in his cum and your ass juices. Kimahri looked at your stretched, cum-leaking hole with pride on his face. 
"Hah… Kimahri has claimed you." He ran his paws all over his body, raking in his white body hair, and breathed a long, heavy sigh. He’s very proud of what he’s just done.
You had no energy left - Kimahri had literally fucked it all out of you. You had no strength to look up, or look behind you, so you could only take his word for it. You were expecting it to be over - but when you felt a warm liquid rush over your the lower part of your back, it only took you a moment to realise that he was pissing on you, judging by the acrid smell of urine in the air. 
"Kimahri needs to mark you now."
No doubt his cock absolutely stunk of cum, ass and piss right now, and you wanted nothing more than to get yourself back up and take it in your mouth. But you just… couldn't. You let yourself get pissed on by this man, seeing a pool of piss rush over the floor at the corner of your eye, it looked like he was holding this in for a while. His deep, satisfied sighs as he emptied his bladder all over you made your cock throb. You could only have the strength to flip yourself over, the stream of dark piss hitting your front and splashing back in your face. You let it hit you. You opened your mouth and accepted the piss in your mouth when he redirected the stream into your mouth, washing your sore throat of his thick cum and precum with a generous helping of piss, felt raunchy as fuck.
Once the stream reached an end, he stroked his thick foreskin a few times, getting the stray drops of piss out, picked up his loincloth and threw you over his shoulder. You felt your eyes closing as you could feel your heartbeat thrum in sync with Kimahri's, feeling his warm hairy body against you, his musk making you feel at ease and sending you to sleep as you could hear his small grunts reverberating in his chest as he took you home to his shack. 
With a small smile, you said: "I love you, Kimahri…" as you drifted off to sleep. It took a while for him to register how special that was, but once he did, a warm smile plastered over his face and never faltered once he got home.