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His own body was feeling the chase, but he would easily outlast the lion behind him. He just get the lion to keep the chase up till he faltered. The dumb lion had fucked up his stalking, he’d been seen well before he closed the distance. Now he was faltering in the chase, unused to hunting like the lionesses. The males were stronger but far more cumbersome and lazy, they lacked the stamina.\n\nThe canyon was closing in. The herds always avoided these closed in areas. He was unsure which path to take. The lion was still in pursuit. The Zebra was in a panic his mind racing. What to do? Where to go? If he could get out onto the open plains he would be able to get the lion to give in his pursuit.\n\nScar tried some reverse psychology. He would pull to the right. If his gamble paid off the Zebra might think he wanted him to take the left path and fall for it. Scar over exaggerated his pull to the right, even roaring a little as he pulled. The Zebra looked back at him wide eyed.\n\nHis gamble had paid off! The Zebra pulled to the right. The canyon would narrow till it came to a sheer rock face. It would be a one way trip for the Zebra. He had him now. There was no escape from his claws now, no way for the hunt to fail now. Scar slowed his pace, still in pursuit but with less frantic drive. He would need his strength to take the Zebra down.\n\nHis hooves scrapped against the canyon’s rocky floor. The sound of the screech echoing off of the tall rocky walls. Oh no! The lion would kill him. He was to be a meal. The lion must have known. He must have tricked him. He turned, the sweat pouring from him. A mixture of exertion and fear sweats. He saw the dark brown lion stalking closer. He was coming so slow. He knew he had him! The Zebra’s eyes darted around. Was there any escape?\n\n“I hope you know, there is no way out. No way past my claws. Life is so unfair for you prey creatures. You exists only to be eaten.” Scar stated matter of factly. He was still closing the distance. His claws tapping against the rock. The only other sounds were the heavy breathing of them both. \n\nThe Zebra’s mind was racing, Could he fight past? No, all alone fighting head on with a Lion. He was fucked. Could he run past him? No, the walls were too tight. He’d be on my back and chewing my throat out. \n\nThe Zebra surrendered. Maybe if he was still, if he gave in, the kill would be quick. “Ok, you win! You got me. Just make it quick”. Scar was stunned, usually they kicked and fought and screamed. Only once they were totally overwhelmed did they surrender. “Well that’s no fun! The bloodline of kings should have prey that has worth” Scar spat the last part. An accusation that echoed more how he felt about his self than this Zebra. What more could he be? He was prey. Scar was a king. . .or he should be”\n\n“Well I’m not worthy enough for my kind. I might as well be a worthy meal.” The Zebra’s dejected tone was matched by his body language. He was stood, his legs slightly shaking. Head bowed to the side exposing his neck. \n\n“How are you unworthy for your own kind?” Scar was curious. He had no idea there was worthiness among the prey. There were no kings for the prey species. . .right? They had stronger and weaker but did they really have such a complex hierarchy.\n\n“I’m not very large” A simple response. Scar looked him over. He was pretty average by Zebra standards. By no means was he a pinnacle of his species but he had no obvious height deformity. “You appear to be a standard Zebra, no larger or smaller than most I have seen.” Scar was hoping for an answer that would make sense. The Zebra blushed. “Not my height, my length.” His length? It took Scar a moment to realise. “Oh, I see” Among Lion’s length was not really an issue. No male was particularly well endowed. No lioness would refuse a king, so debating length was pointless. For the prey species such vulgarity was probably the only way they would understand rank. \n\nFor the first time in his life, Scar was actually paying attention to the shape and size of his prey’s cock and balls. He’d seen many a lioness take down a zebra or buffalo by their balls. It was utility, not malice. Attack the weakest spot. He’d never really stopped to examine any prey’s genitals. \n\nThe Zebra tensed as Scar approached him. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the end to come. The fangs of this Lion would shred his neck in moments. He shook in fear, unable to look at the Lion. His eyes bolted open when he felt the Lion’s nose touch the opening of his sheath and inhaled.\n\nScar had snuck between the Zebra’s legs. He wanted to examine what was deemed too small by Zebra standards. He’d seen the Lionesses chewing on zebra’s meat before. It always looked like enough of a meal. So what was small? The scent was strong from the stallion. Sweat still dripped from the beast’s belly. His sheath and balls glistened with sweat. Scar had to smell it, the stallion’s scent was salty, it was meaty and it was tinged with fear. Scar pressed his nose to the sheath, the Zebra tensing. A deep inhale added the scent of the stallion’s balls and cock. The musky heavy smell was. . .it was nice. Really nice.\n\nThe Zebra was frozen in place. He’d seen the horrors of Lionesses taking a stallion down. He never remembered them sniffing though. Should he run? The Lion was out of the way. But he also had his teeth close to a very tender spot. The Lion was inhaling his sweaty sheath. He nearly ran on instinct when the Lion brought his paws up to cradle his balls. It was weird, he was terrified but the sniffing, the paws now rolling his balls around and the tip of the Lion’s muzzle pushing into his sheath. It all felt kind of good. But it shouldn’t.\n\n“Your scent is intoxicating” The words cutting through the tension. Scar pushed his tongue into the sheath’s folds. Exploring the tangy and salty depths. Pushing deeper his muzzle was now engulfed by the Zebra’s sheath. His tongue teasing the cock inside. His paws pulling the Zebra’s balls and hips into Scar’s deep sheath kissing. \n\nIt felt so strange. The Lion was making out with his sweaty sheath. The rough tongue was teasing at his glans. He was getting hard as he had his balls tugged towards the Lion’s hungry maw. To keep his balls safe he hunched down his haunches pushing the Lion’s snout deeper into his sheath. He wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. His cock started to stiffen. Pushing it’s way into the Lion’s muzzle, which hungrily greeted the cock. The tongue teasing at the head was pushed down under the growing length.\n\nScar was lost in the musky scent. No king should debase himself life this. He couldn’t pull away from that glorious scent. Even as his muzzle was stuffed with the growing equine cock. His tongue was pinned and his jaw was forced open. He still couldn’t pull away. The scent was getting stronger as he was slowly having his throat stretched by the growing cock. Scar shifted himself, his belly facing the stallion’s own belly. His nose pressed against the musky balls. This position helped in opening his throat. He was really going to let this beast throat fuck him. The Lion twitched with a hint of shame, until that was drowned out by the glorious scent of his prey. His own cock stiffening.\n\nThe Zebra had accepted that this Lion had him by the balls, quite literally. He was also slowly coming to the realisation that he actually wanted to fuck this Lion’s horny muzzle. He wanted to wreck this predators throat with his cock. He’d show his length was enough to destroy this Lion, that his masculine scent had overwhelmed this sluts dignity and made him hungry for Zebra cock. \n\nScar was lost in the scent. He never imagined at the start of this chase that it would end with him choking on his prey’s sweaty, filthy cock. His nose inhaling the beast’s sweaty stinking balls. Several beads of sweat had dribbled down from the Zebra’s impressive balls and was now soaking the fur around his muzzle with the scent of Zebra stallion. He could feel the tip of the cock down his throat. It had stopped growing now, thankfully. Just shy of actually choking him to death. If this was what counted as small he’d be unable to take a real stallion. The thought of it making his horny cock twitch, shooting a rope of pre-cum.\n\n“I’m going to fuck that little kitty throat of yours slut” The Zebra’s prey brain was being pushed aside by his ‘smaller’ brain. He started to thrust into the hungry kitten below him. He was going to give this cat a meal he’d never forget. Slapping his balls against the hungry little muzzle below. He could feel the Lion’s throat milking his length as he tried to swallow. “So kitten, how does it taste? As good as it smells?” He didn’t expect a reply considering that the little kitty’s maw was full of meat. Besides that he was a classy cat, he knew it was rude to talk with your mouth full, he was raised a king after all. He was getting close, the tight throat. The rough tongue. The idea of fucking this slutty cat was getting him there quickly.\n\nScar heard the words of the Zebra. How dare that prey call him a kitty, a slut! It was outrageous it was unheard of. . .it was arousing something deep inside. Something he had pushed down for so long. He wanted to be used, he wanted to be dominated. He was a KING! No he was a slutty kitten. His head reeled between shame and indignity. Could he really give in? He already had this beast’s cock making his eyes water. The sweat from his balls leaving a scent on his face that any Lion would know. His paw picking up his stroking, he was getting close. The shame. The shame was so hot. He purred. Despite all his pride, he purred. Hard.\n\nThe Zebra’s breeding pace was picking up just as his little kitten started to vibrate. “You slutty little cock sleeve. Enjoying yourself down there between my legs like you belong?”. Was he pushing his luck? No, this kitten was musk drunk and cock hungry. He dipped his head between his legs. He could see the outline of his cock stretch that slutty, vibrating throat. He could also see that the horny fucker was stroking his little nub of a cock, his paw soaked in pre-cum. He was close. “Are you going to cum from being used as a cock sleeve? Does my cock destroying your throat make you want to cum? Then cum kitten.” \n\nIf he had any pride left it was shattered as he came on command. He attempted to roar out his pleasure. The sound drowned out by a deep thrust. His face forced into the stallions crotch. As the beast whinnied his cock flared. They came together. The Zebra’s load filling Scar’s stomach with cum. Each pulse sending more and more equine cum into his throat. His own tiny load splashing across the dry ground. Disappearing quickly on the dry hot ground. He couldn’t breathe. The flare had cut off his airway. He scrambled. Trying to pull away. The Zebra just hunkering down to keep his cock inside till he was done. \n\nThe lack of air from blowing the cock so long and his orgasm had made him weak. His lungs burned. This was it this was how it would end. Impaled on a stallion’s cock. A prey animal choked him out. His vision was darkening, he was strangely at peace with it. He didn’t bite. He didn’t claw. Was he really going to let this be the end? Suddenly the Zebra pulled his cock from his throat. The shrinking flare making a wet slorp as it pulled free, the last rope of cum splattering down the Lion’s chest. Scar inhaled deeply. Gasping for air. \n\nHe could run whilst the Lion was incapacitated. He wasn’t sure why he’d pulled out. He could have finished the Lion off. Never have to worry about him ever again. For some reason he decided to let him live. Was that a mistake. There was still time. He could still flee. He looked down at the gasping lion. Watching as his last shot of cum dribbled down his belly, pooling at the Lion’s own balls resting on the ground. \n\n“Why?” A simple question. Not a simple question. “Because you were fun” The Zebra’s answer perhaps not what the Lion had wanted to hear. “Would you have preferred to die? Where would I get a slutty kitten maw from then? If I can’t have a mare, I can have a queen” The horny brain still doing the talking. “How dare you?” The question hung in the air as Scar finally slowed his breathing.\n\nThe Zebra’s prey brain was starting to get a better share of control again. Oh crap, had he pushed it too far? He planned his escape rote. The Lion was still struggling.\n\n“I’m a king. . .who also happens to be a cognoscenti of equine genitals” Scar locked eyes with the Zebra. “I would like to explore your ‘offerings’ again”\n\nThe Zebra was a little shook. Was he making an offer to suck his cock again? “You want to make this a common thing?” He was almost not believing it despite hearing it himself. \n\n“Yes, I want to do it again” Scar spat. Still struggling himself with his own revelation. “No mare wants your cock, right? But apparently my throat fits it perfectly. You want a hole to hump. . .i want. . .i want” He was still struggling to say it.\n\n“You want some sweaty balls and a thick cock to choke on?” The Zebra coming to terms with this a lot quicker. “You want to worship these sweaty balls with your muzzle don’t you? You want to clean my sheath with that rough little tongue. You want to inhale my musk whilst I fuck your little slutty throat”\n\nScar was blushing now. Still splayed out on the floor he attempted to hide his cock stiffening again. He would regain some of his dignity at least. He announced in his most regal voice. “You get the safety of not being eaten, I’ll even give you a safe phrase that tells the other Lion’s to leave you be. In exchange, you will meet me here every third moon when the sun dips below the horizon. You will run here, build up a heavy sweat. You will present yourself to me and I shall indulge us both.”\n\n“Indulge us both? Ok, I can agree to that. As long as indulging means you worshipping my cock”\n\nScar looked a little sheepish but managed a response. “Of course it does” He snapped trying to keep some semblance of self respect. \n\n“hahahaha ok kitten.” I want something else. \n\nScar was already flustered from being called kitten again. “Yes, what?”\n\n“Eat all the mares that laughed at me and rejected me, eat all the stallions that shunned and shamed me. I’ll mark them with raisin bush. The smell will make them easy to find. Do that for me and maybe, just maybe, we can talk about your needs between those legs. Make their ends slow and we can discuss it multiple times.” \n\nScar was taken aback. He was so focused on getting that cock again. He hadn’t considered that he should get to cum as well. How embarrassing to be so focused on the prey’s pleasure that he would neglect himself. Was he really this slutty little submissive cat? \n\nOne thing was for sure. He would get ample opportunities to find out. He would count the moons religiously. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "He panted heavily as his paws dug deep into the ground. This chase had gone on too long. His lungs burned, desperate for oxygen. His leg muscles burned from the exertion. He had to end this fast. He probably only had 10-20 seconds left in him. It was so close, this was the fork. If this zebra can be driven to the right he’d have him. Being the secondary male in a pride was clawing at his ego. He was Scar, the bloodline of kings and he was languishing away rather than ruling. He might not be king but he would be worthy of his blood. He would have his prey.

The zebra’s hooves thundered against the ground. His own body was feeling the chase, but he would easily outlast the lion behind him. He just get the lion to keep the chase up till he faltered. The dumb lion had fucked up his stalking, he’d been seen well before he closed the distance. Now he was faltering in the chase, unused to hunting like the lionesses. The males were stronger but far more cumbersome and lazy, they lacked the stamina.

The canyon was closing in. The herds always avoided these closed in areas. He was unsure which path to take. The lion was still in pursuit. The Zebra was in a panic his mind racing. What to do? Where to go? If he could get out onto the open plains he would be able to get the lion to give in his pursuit.

Scar tried some reverse psychology. He would pull to the right. If his gamble paid off the Zebra might think he wanted him to take the left path and fall for it. Scar over exaggerated his pull to the right, even roaring a little as he pulled. The Zebra looked back at him wide eyed.

His gamble had paid off! The Zebra pulled to the right. The canyon would narrow till it came to a sheer rock face. It would be a one way trip for the Zebra. He had him now. There was no escape from his claws now, no way for the hunt to fail now. Scar slowed his pace, still in pursuit but with less frantic drive. He would need his strength to take the Zebra down.

His hooves scrapped against the canyon’s rocky floor. The sound of the screech echoing off of the tall rocky walls. Oh no! The lion would kill him. He was to be a meal. The lion must have known. He must have tricked him. He turned, the sweat pouring from him. A mixture of exertion and fear sweats. He saw the dark brown lion stalking closer. He was coming so slow. He knew he had him! The Zebra’s eyes darted around. Was there any escape?

“I hope you know, there is no way out. No way past my claws. Life is so unfair for you prey creatures. You exists only to be eaten.” Scar stated matter of factly. He was still closing the distance. His claws tapping against the rock. The only other sounds were the heavy breathing of them both.

The Zebra’s mind was racing, Could he fight past? No, all alone fighting head on with a Lion. He was fucked. Could he run past him? No, the walls were too tight. He’d be on my back and chewing my throat out.

The Zebra surrendered. Maybe if he was still, if he gave in, the kill would be quick. “Ok, you win! You got me. Just make it quick”. Scar was stunned, usually they kicked and fought and screamed. Only once they were totally overwhelmed did they surrender. “Well that’s no fun! The bloodline of kings should have prey that has worth” Scar spat the last part. An accusation that echoed more how he felt about his self than this Zebra. What more could he be? He was prey. Scar was a king. . .or he should be”

“Well I’m not worthy enough for my kind. I might as well be a worthy meal.” The Zebra’s dejected tone was matched by his body language. He was stood, his legs slightly shaking. Head bowed to the side exposing his neck.

“How are you unworthy for your own kind?” Scar was curious. He had no idea there was worthiness among the prey. There were no kings for the prey species. . .right? They had stronger and weaker but did they really have such a complex hierarchy.

“I’m not very large” A simple response. Scar looked him over. He was pretty average by Zebra standards. By no means was he a pinnacle of his species but he had no obvious height deformity. “You appear to be a standard Zebra, no larger or smaller than most I have seen.” Scar was hoping for an answer that would make sense. The Zebra blushed. “Not my height, my length.” His length? It took Scar a moment to realise. “Oh, I see” Among Lion’s length was not really an issue. No male was particularly well endowed. No lioness would refuse a king, so debating length was pointless. For the prey species such vulgarity was probably the only way they would understand rank.

For the first time in his life, Scar was actually paying attention to the shape and size of his prey’s cock and balls. He’d seen many a lioness take down a zebra or buffalo by their balls. It was utility, not malice. Attack the weakest spot. He’d never really stopped to examine any prey’s genitals.

The Zebra tensed as Scar approached him. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the end to come. The fangs of this Lion would shred his neck in moments. He shook in fear, unable to look at the Lion. His eyes bolted open when he felt the Lion’s nose touch the opening of his sheath and inhaled.

Scar had snuck between the Zebra’s legs. He wanted to examine what was deemed too small by Zebra standards. He’d seen the Lionesses chewing on zebra’s meat before. It always looked like enough of a meal. So what was small? The scent was strong from the stallion. Sweat still dripped from the beast’s belly. His sheath and balls glistened with sweat. Scar had to smell it, the stallion’s scent was salty, it was meaty and it was tinged with fear. Scar pressed his nose to the sheath, the Zebra tensing. A deep inhale added the scent of the stallion’s balls and cock. The musky heavy smell was. . .it was nice. Really nice.

The Zebra was frozen in place. He’d seen the horrors of Lionesses taking a stallion down. He never remembered them sniffing though. Should he run? The Lion was out of the way. But he also had his teeth close to a very tender spot. The Lion was inhaling his sweaty sheath. He nearly ran on instinct when the Lion brought his paws up to cradle his balls. It was weird, he was terrified but the sniffing, the paws now rolling his balls around and the tip of the Lion’s muzzle pushing into his sheath. It all felt kind of good. But it shouldn’t.

“Your scent is intoxicating” The words cutting through the tension. Scar pushed his tongue into the sheath’s folds. Exploring the tangy and salty depths. Pushing deeper his muzzle was now engulfed by the Zebra’s sheath. His tongue teasing the cock inside. His paws pulling the Zebra’s balls and hips into Scar’s deep sheath kissing.

It felt so strange. The Lion was making out with his sweaty sheath. The rough tongue was teasing at his glans. He was getting hard as he had his balls tugged towards the Lion’s hungry maw. To keep his balls safe he hunched down his haunches pushing the Lion’s snout deeper into his sheath. He wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. His cock started to stiffen. Pushing it’s way into the Lion’s muzzle, which hungrily greeted the cock. The tongue teasing at the head was pushed down under the growing length.

Scar was lost in the musky scent. No king should debase himself life this. He couldn’t pull away from that glorious scent. Even as his muzzle was stuffed with the growing equine cock. His tongue was pinned and his jaw was forced open. He still couldn’t pull away. The scent was getting stronger as he was slowly having his throat stretched by the growing cock. Scar shifted himself, his belly facing the stallion’s own belly. His nose pressed against the musky balls. This position helped in opening his throat. He was really going to let this beast throat fuck him. The Lion twitched with a hint of shame, until that was drowned out by the glorious scent of his prey. His own cock stiffening.

The Zebra had accepted that this Lion had him by the balls, quite literally. He was also slowly coming to the realisation that he actually wanted to fuck this Lion’s horny muzzle. He wanted to wreck this predators throat with his cock. He’d show his length was enough to destroy this Lion, that his masculine scent had overwhelmed this sluts dignity and made him hungry for Zebra cock.

Scar was lost in the scent. He never imagined at the start of this chase that it would end with him choking on his prey’s sweaty, filthy cock. His nose inhaling the beast’s sweaty stinking balls. Several beads of sweat had dribbled down from the Zebra’s impressive balls and was now soaking the fur around his muzzle with the scent of Zebra stallion. He could feel the tip of the cock down his throat. It had stopped growing now, thankfully. Just shy of actually choking him to death. If this was what counted as small he’d be unable to take a real stallion. The thought of it making his horny cock twitch, shooting a rope of pre-cum.

“I’m going to fuck that little kitty throat of yours slut” The Zebra’s prey brain was being pushed aside by his ‘smaller’ brain. He started to thrust into the hungry kitten below him. He was going to give this cat a meal he’d never forget. Slapping his balls against the hungry little muzzle below. He could feel the Lion’s throat milking his length as he tried to swallow. “So kitten, how does it taste? As good as it smells?” He didn’t expect a reply considering that the little kitty’s maw was full of meat. Besides that he was a classy cat, he knew it was rude to talk with your mouth full, he was raised a king after all. He was getting close, the tight throat. The rough tongue. The idea of fucking this slutty cat was getting him there quickly.

Scar heard the words of the Zebra. How dare that prey call him a kitty, a slut! It was outrageous it was unheard of. . .it was arousing something deep inside. Something he had pushed down for so long. He wanted to be used, he wanted to be dominated. He was a KING! No he was a slutty kitten. His head reeled between shame and indignity. Could he really give in? He already had this beast’s cock making his eyes water. The sweat from his balls leaving a scent on his face that any Lion would know. His paw picking up his stroking, he was getting close. The shame. The shame was so hot. He purred. Despite all his pride, he purred. Hard.

The Zebra’s breeding pace was picking up just as his little kitten started to vibrate. “You slutty little cock sleeve. Enjoying yourself down there between my legs like you belong?”. Was he pushing his luck? No, this kitten was musk drunk and cock hungry. He dipped his head between his legs. He could see the outline of his cock stretch that slutty, vibrating throat. He could also see that the horny fucker was stroking his little nub of a cock, his paw soaked in pre-cum. He was close. “Are you going to cum from being used as a cock sleeve? Does my cock destroying your throat make you want to cum? Then cum kitten.”

If he had any pride left it was shattered as he came on command. He attempted to roar out his pleasure. The sound drowned out by a deep thrust. His face forced into the stallions crotch. As the beast whinnied his cock flared. They came together. The Zebra’s load filling Scar’s stomach with cum. Each pulse sending more and more equine cum into his throat. His own tiny load splashing across the dry ground. Disappearing quickly on the dry hot ground. He couldn’t breathe. The flare had cut off his airway. He scrambled. Trying to pull away. The Zebra just hunkering down to keep his cock inside till he was done.

The lack of air from blowing the cock so long and his orgasm had made him weak. His lungs burned. This was it this was how it would end. Impaled on a stallion’s cock. A prey animal choked him out. His vision was darkening, he was strangely at peace with it. He didn’t bite. He didn’t claw. Was he really going to let this be the end? Suddenly the Zebra pulled his cock from his throat. The shrinking flare making a wet slorp as it pulled free, the last rope of cum splattering down the Lion’s chest. Scar inhaled deeply. Gasping for air.

He could run whilst the Lion was incapacitated. He wasn’t sure why he’d pulled out. He could have finished the Lion off. Never have to worry about him ever again. For some reason he decided to let him live. Was that a mistake. There was still time. He could still flee. He looked down at the gasping lion. Watching as his last shot of cum dribbled down his belly, pooling at the Lion’s own balls resting on the ground.

“Why?” A simple question. Not a simple question. “Because you were fun” The Zebra’s answer perhaps not what the Lion had wanted to hear. “Would you have preferred to die? Where would I get a slutty kitten maw from then? If I can’t have a mare, I can have a queen” The horny brain still doing the talking. “How dare you?” The question hung in the air as Scar finally slowed his breathing.

The Zebra’s prey brain was starting to get a better share of control again. Oh crap, had he pushed it too far? He planned his escape rote. The Lion was still struggling.

“I’m a king. . .who also happens to be a cognoscenti of equine genitals” Scar locked eyes with the Zebra. “I would like to explore your ‘offerings’ again”

The Zebra was a little shook. Was he making an offer to suck his cock again? “You want to make this a common thing?” He was almost not believing it despite hearing it himself.

“Yes, I want to do it again” Scar spat. Still struggling himself with his own revelation. “No mare wants your cock, right? But apparently my throat fits it perfectly. You want a hole to hump. . .i want. . .i want” He was still struggling to say it.

“You want some sweaty balls and a thick cock to choke on?” The Zebra coming to terms with this a lot quicker. “You want to worship these sweaty balls with your muzzle don’t you? You want to clean my sheath with that rough little tongue. You want to inhale my musk whilst I fuck your little slutty throat”

Scar was blushing now. Still splayed out on the floor he attempted to hide his cock stiffening again. He would regain some of his dignity at least. He announced in his most regal voice. “You get the safety of not being eaten, I’ll even give you a safe phrase that tells the other Lion’s to leave you be. In exchange, you will meet me here every third moon when the sun dips below the horizon. You will run here, build up a heavy sweat. You will present yourself to me and I shall indulge us both.”

“Indulge us both? Ok, I can agree to that. As long as indulging means you worshipping my cock”

Scar looked a little sheepish but managed a response. “Of course it does” He snapped trying to keep some semblance of self respect.

“hahahaha ok kitten.” I want something else.

Scar was already flustered from being called kitten again. “Yes, what?”

“Eat all the mares that laughed at me and rejected me, eat all the stallions that shunned and shamed me. I’ll mark them with raisin bush. The smell will make them easy to find. Do that for me and maybe, just maybe, we can talk about your needs between those legs. Make their ends slow and we can discuss it multiple times.”

Scar was taken aback. He was so focused on getting that cock again. He hadn’t considered that he should get to cum as well. How embarrassing to be so focused on the prey’s pleasure that he would neglect himself. Was he really this slutty little submissive cat?

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