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The Pridelands gleamed under the watchful gaze of the lions of Pride Rock, glowing with the green of fresh grass and acacia leaves, and pockets of water sparkled. It was good to see the territory back in order. Scar's reign had been terrible for certain, all the more so once Simba had revealed the tawdry story behind Mufasa's death, but that had never accounted for the drought, which had started and ended with Scar's reign.

Sarabi wondered about that as she sat at the tip of Pride Rock's presentation platform. As before, she was unable to make sense of the melange of thoughts that crossed her mind. Just how had that drought come about? Coincidence? Some action of the Circle of Life that lions were simply unequipped to observe or understand? Supernatural intervention? And if so, by whom? Who was invested enough to try and starve Scar and his hyenas out of the Pridelands? Who even had the power to do that kind of thing?

She flicked her tail as she stood up and wandered back down the platform.

As she went, she thought ahead about what she might do with the day. The morning was nothing short of spectacular, glowing with life, and surely she was not the only one to feel so invigorated! The fact that she was in heat surely contributed to that, but as the royal widow it was unseemly for her to seek a new mate. She regretted that, but after the damage Scar had inflicted on the dynasty's reputation - a reputation that already needed careful management, considering that the dynasty had to eat some of its subjects in order to live - it would not do for her to be seen mating with a lion who was not Mufasa. It could all to easily be seen as a sign of disrespect to the prey animals who gave their lives for her family to be in charge.

She moved on from that thought before it could get too much of a hold on her. She missed Mufasa terribly, but she had grieved, and now that their son had not only come back to her but proven himself to be a capable leader, she didn't have to worry about Mufasa's legacy.

The trouble was, as keen as she was to take a back seat in events - guiding Simba in royal leadership and territory management, helping with the raising of Kiara, supporting the lionesses in whatever ways they needed - she often felt at a loose end.

Much of her life was intense because it was to do with thought, advanced levels of skill, or playing the long game. Hunts were the only part of her life that were fast, furious and exhilarating. The truth was, she loved them!

She reached the bottom of the platform and picked her way down the cool, shadowy steps that connected the platform to the cave at the base, the rock beneath her paws damp with dew. The lionesses had woken up and were loosely discussing something.

"We haven't been to the Elephant Baths in some time," said Kipepeo, a younger member of the Pride who was still keen to make an impression.

"We should avoid upsetting the elephants if we can," answered Serafina. "Perhaps closer to the rains."

Sarabi lay down and quietly let the others acclimatise to her presence while they continued with their conversation.

"What about the new water hole?" Nala asked, her voice gentle as she took a break from lapping at Kiara's fur. "Maybe this is a good time to give it a name."

Nala was right. The drought had changed the lie of the land and in particular, had created a dip in the soil big enough to catch, and hold, a brand new water hole. So far they had called it the 'new water hole', but 'new' was seldom a good name.

The remaining lionesses - Zamani, Wawindaji and Mkali - looked to Sarabi for confirmation of this, which the Queen Dowager gave by way of a nod. "That's an excellent idea. When do you want to go?"

"I'm happy to go now," said Serafina.

A few satisfied looks and smiles from around the cave confirmed that everybody was happy with this. Serafina - the default leader of the hunt - stood, and Kipepeo, Zamani, Wawindaji, Mkali and Sarabi did the same to follow her out into the sunshine.

~*~

The new water hole had proven to be a popular choice on this morning, not only for the lionesses but for quite a number of other animals. A small herd of giraffes alternated between spreading their legs so that they could dip their heads low enough to drink, and raising back up to their full heights to gaze loftily around. Zebra, far more numerous than their tall cousins, drank from various spots by the water side and walked to and fro, forming into small groups to chat with one another. Kudu mingled with them, and a loose flock of starlings brought rich colour to the scene.

The lionesses had a game plan already so they spread out as needed. Sarabi herself took up a position between two coarse bushes, a little way to the side of the water hole, ready for any creature that bolted this way and far enough away to be able to assess who was too weak, lame, or inexperienced to dodge her attack before they reached her.

Now all she had to do was wait.

Sarabi lay down, wiggling into the space so that she was comfortable, and watched the low-key dramas of the zebras' and antelopes' social lives.

She was well enough protected from the sun, and the day was still fresh enough that it wasn't at its most powerful anyway, but the lioness began to notice how warm she felt inside. The twigs of the bushes poked at her flanks, and she found herself enjoying the contact.

She resisted the urge to move, to make the twigs scratch and massage her.

How starved am I for a male's touch, she thought to herself in amusement, when twigs become the highlight of my day?

Nevertheless, her imposed stillness made it very clear to her how powerful her heat was becoming. She felt an impulse to roll over onto her back, but managed to control and reduce it to rubbing the side of her head against her dewclaw.

Time went on and she watched the prey animals. Nobody else from her pride had made a move yet but they could at any time.

That was when two zebra came close, one female, one male. Sarabi bunched her limbs and watched them as she weighed up whether to go for the weaker of the two - the smaller female - and risk the male defending, or to attack the male and get the psychological advantage.

Between them, they seemed... Sarabi wasn't sure what, at first. Shy? Complicit?

The female looked back to the watering hole. "I think this is far enough. What about here?"

"That's good to me," said the male.

He was very close to Sarabi now, and as they had this conversation his penis released itself from his sheath. The lioness had seen zebra penises before, but she was taken aback by the sheer view. It twitched as it lengthened and ridges and veins stood out along its length. As it reached its full length it twitched hard enough to point forward.

His tone of voice made him sound... excited. In need. He wasted no time in mounting her, his tail swishing. He stamped his hind legs and pushed his hindquarters forward as he panted, for the moment finding it difficult to pick the right spot between her legs.

The female looked around at him, excited and full of wonder.

And then the male found her vulva and pushed inside. His striped forelegs adjusted their grip on her, clutching harder and gripping her close, and he raised his head high, groaning with relief.

The female grunted and then sighed as if this was the best she had ever felt. She lowered her own head and closed her eyes.

Sarabi tensed her own hindquarters.

Was this one of the zebra female's first matings? She seemed to know what to do but at the same time, this all seemed so exciting to her.

The male figured out his rhythm and began to pound her, which made the female's body rock. He looked at the back of her head and smiled - a lustful grin. He leaned in closer to her ear. "Lean back into me."

She did, and his pounding began in earnest.

From her hiding place, Sarabi did her best to stay still, but it was difficult. A spot of heat deep inside her hindquarters tormented her and she relented enough to reposition her hind feet and move into a sex crouch. She wouldn't be filled, she knew that, but she would have appreciated that zebra's penis.

How would that feel? She thought to herself, dazed with desire.

Most of the grunting was his, and as Sarabi's body began to pulse and thrum she closed her eyes. How long had it been since she had mated? She had only ever mated with male lions. But what would it be like, she thought, listening to the guttural grunts of the male zebra's voice,to mate with a zebra?

So thinking, she slipped into fantasy.

~*~

She stood in a private, featureless spot with no company except for the zebra. He was trotting up to her, his member swollen, hard and black, his expression and breath betraying his arousal. He reached her and wasted no time in thrusting his penis against her face. It grazed her cheek and the sensitive spot just below her eye, passing by her nostril. She imagined its pungent scent and felt its veins with her whiskers.

No sooner had he thrusted all the way forward than he pulled back to prepare for another push. She could sense the sheer power in his hindquarters but it was his aroused self that really drew her attention. She opened her eyes and rubbed her cheek-gland against it the way all lions did The tip battered her ear, almost turning it inside out. She turned her head towards it to let the shaft run across the bridge of her nose. It did, rubbing back and forth a few times. The zebra stepped forward and she found her forepaws between his hooves. He snorted as if words couldn't convey his frustration and rubbed his penis against the back of her neck, his member's weight lightly thudding onto the hollow between her shoulders. His testicles slapped against her face, filling her vision with more black and blocking her sight for a moment. They were warm and soft; they pushed at her eyelashes.

The zebra lowered his hindquarters to move the length of his penis down her shoulder and rubbed it there. His body thrusting and his hooves stamping, he whinnied and snorted with desire. With his whole body grinding this hard he pushed her down as if he wanted her in a sex crouch, but he was too desirous to realise what he was doing.

Sarabi lay down anyway and found that he followed her, rubbing his erection between her ears and bouncing his scrotum against her face with moist, deep-scented slaps. His limbs surrounded her and she found herself entirely enclosed in him and his desire.

Her own leonine desire to rub made itself known again and she bunched her limbs beneath her to rise up. She shifted so that his penis would find its way between her forelegs and enjoy the soft fur there, and pressed the top of her head against his belly. His firm length twitched upwards, tapping at her chin and within a few thrusts he'd repositioned himself to thrust against her face, this time with his length rubbing at her closed eye, his testicles bouncing against her lips.

His head was at her rear end, and he tucked his chin under. With his breath heaving as it was, he snorted hot, moist air against her vulva and it took a measure of willpower not to move into a sex crouch. Instead she made sure her hind legs were straight so that he could keep on huffing his breath right where it was most wanted.

He backed up enough to position his erection so that the tip was right before her eyes. She could see liquid leaking out of it, its scent light, clear, and familiar. She didn't get much chance to see before he mashed it into her face, rubbing the fluid against the fur of her face. He whinnied and stomped. She licked her lips to catch some of the fluid that he had left on her fur, and savoured its visceral taste.

Sarabi decided she wanted to feel him rubbing against her belly more so she rolled onto her back, spreading her fore and hind legs to allow him complete access to her. He immediately took the hint and lowered, and she found his entire length, including her balls, rubbing against her soft belly fur. It didn't matter how he had managed to crouch so low, it mattered only that he did. He leaked more of that liquid into her belly, leaving a slick trail there which helped him to thrust against her fur all the more easily.

She raised her head enough to look at the view and was rewarded to see his testicles from behind, poking darkly from between powerful striped hind legs which were still pushing and pulling, sweating and tense with need.

The zebra became aware of the scent of her vulva and its closeness to his nostrils. As he did he stood and turned so that he could finally fill her with his length, as he was so desperate to.

In response she rolled over and immediately assumed a sex crouch so that he would find her hole easy to reach. In a fraction of a breath she was surrounded by his stripey legs, incredible power, panting urgency, and moist scent, and then he-

~*~

A chaotic mix of shouts, gasps, growls and familiar running gaits pulled Sarabi abruptly out of the fantasy. She opened her eyes and then squinted - her eyes were no longer used to the light, having been shut for some time. As she hurriedly tried to re-acclimatise to real life she took in the scene.

The two zebra had disengaged from one another and were desperately trying to find a way to escape even as they realised they were surrounded by the lionesses.

Sarabi realised that she hadn't been seen yet by the zebra and launched herself out of the bushes. Her mind wasn't yet geared towards a hunt so as she clashed with one of the zebras she failed to grip him with her claws and he stampeded past her.

She ran after him but she suspected this hunt was already lost. Nevertheless she put on a burst of speed to try to catch up with him.

He was kicking with his hind feet as he ran, bucking hard and often enough that if she tried to catch him by latching onto his rear end he would break her ribs. Instead she sprinted alongside him so that she could grab onto his neck instead.

As the sprint took her past him she instinctively glanced beneath his belly. He hadn't yet put away his penis and it bounced as he ran and bucked. He looked around at her and she snapped her gaze up to meet his own.

His expression briefly flickered with something that had nothing to do with the chase. Awkward embarrassment? Frustration? Indignance? Something like that. He was clearly aware that she had looked, and the unspoken dialogue of the moment was enough to slow her run.

He looked forward again and put on a more efficient burst of speed, leaving Sarabi in the dust. Panting, she gave up the chase and stopped, then turned to return to the hunting party.

All of the lionesses were panting, and more than one pair of eyes were on her. Sarabi knew what they were thinking: There were two of them right beside you, and they were distracted! Why didn't you ambush them? Perhaps it was better if she didn't explain, and instead used her regal position as a deterrent to anyone from daring to ask the Queen Dowager why she'd let dinner get away.