The crackling and popping of campfires encircled a bare depression in the earth big enough to act as a small amphitheatre of sorts. Sitting in tiered hemicircles were a few dozen lionesses and cubs, and the center of the bowl was lit by brightly-burning torches. Tonight was a coming-of-age ceremony for a half-dozen young lions, who would depart tomorrow to found their own prides.

As the audience finished jostling into position, the lions, their father, and a trio of gazelles descended to the stage. The gazelles wore crude iron manacles only, leaving nothing to hide that the eldest was a woman and the other two were apparently her son and daughter. The cow was stoic, only her eyes showing her fear, but the calves were sniffling and obviously frightened. The lions also wore nothing, though it was obvious that they knew what was going to happen from the way their penes were erect.

Upon reaching the stage, the gazelles were forced onto stone tables that bore signs of generational use, and trussed up: knees were tied to elbows, with arms tied behind their backs, and leather straps bound them in place. The full-maned lion stepped forward, initiating the ceremony proper with a ritual speech: these lions were ready to assume adulthood, and they would prove themselves by mating with one of the young gazelles. Afterward, the gazelles would be prepared for ther leaving-meal, to be consumed in the morning.

Upon completion of the speech, he stood before the cow, offering to the gods the ritual phrases before penetrating her to the hilt in one smooth, unlubricated thrust and began to thrust away in and out of her, his hands gripping her thighs with claws extended and drawing blood. Her vaginal walls reddened under the barbed cock's assault and blood began to coat the lion's shaft as she screamed in agony. Soon, the lion's groin was also matted with her blood. As he raped the cow, his sons approached the calves, their nervousness plain but kept under control with their equally-plain lust.

After a few minutes, the father of the pride roared his climax and thrust deeply into his unwilling paramour, his seed spurting into her depths as her screams muted somewhat to loud whimpers. The triumphant roar galvanised the first pair of teenaged lions into action, and both positioned themselves before their respective calves. The father let out a second roar as he began his second rut with the cow, and her calves' screams serenaded with her whimpers as they were both penetrated.

As the moon set, the gazelles' vaginas and tailholes oozed blood and cum, and all seven lions lay on their backs on the stage, crotches matted with the drying results of their debauchery. A trio of lionesses quietly slit the gazelles' throats, bleeding them into buckets before they carried the corpses out of the depression.