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Even when your life was on the line, adrenaline could only push your body so far before you'd succumb to some form of exhaustion.

The heat in his lungs was almost as great as the heat from the sun as Txaji pulled another breath, and with it, he uttered another silent prayer that the lioness behind him would take her last.

I've never encountered a feline that could run for such a long time! He thought, banking hard around a large, sun-baked rock and groaning in frustration when he saw the lioness coming out around the other side of it. How...how the hell did she get around that so quickly?

With no other option but to turn back the other direction and hope she'd tire herself out running in circles, Txaji swung back the other way on daft hooves, but even before he completed the turn, he caught the tan blur of the lioness sweeping into his view once more.

He realized too late that he was being tailed by a pair of hunters; running from them at full speed caused them to look extremely similar, and left him exhausted between them. One was still creeping toward his back as it strolled around the rock, and the other crept closer to him, daring him to make a move before it was able to pounce him to the ground.

He knew he couldn't get to the top of the rock before they latched onto his ankles, and the single tree to his other side would be impossible to climb with hooves.

If he could only catch his breath, he would have swallowed a final ball of nerves before the feline pair dawned upon him.

There was no way to avoid shuddering when fresh, steamy breath rolled over his shoulder. Txaji wanted to die with more dignity than his body would allow, but his vision was already waxing over with a haze of shock as the second lioness approached him from the front and lunged forward, aiming right for the side of his neck.

He felt the pressure of fangs and winced his eyes tight, praying that she would find the mark and bring him to his maker as quickly as possible.

His prayers weren't answered; death wasn't in the cards for him just yet.

"Quite the scent coming off of this one, isn't there?"

They spoke in a tongue that Txaji could understand, much to his surprise. He was still trying to make out any colors or patterns in the fur of the lioness at his neck, but unbeatable panic was keeping him from thinking straight, much less identifying a tribal marking.

"Greater than any male I've nabbed in the recent months," came a reply, the voice entirely too sensual to have come from such a deadly creature. "I'm not sure he knows just how endowed he is, either."

"What makes you say that?"

"His dick is rubbing against my thigh...and it's not even hard."

Txaji was used to the idea of being nothing more than a slab of meat to the tribal lions, but this interpretation wasn't quite what he'd been expecting.

"Tell me, Marati...are you _honestly_that hungry at the moment?"

There was a brief opportunity for Txaji to escape when the girls shared a look, but he was paralyzed with fear, even beyond the obvious and rational thought of taking that chance and running with it.

"We've got plenty of meat back at the camp," she replied. "All told, if we kept this one from the others, I don't think they would forgive us for being so selfish."

Having his terror prolonged only served to keep the blood rushing from Txaji's face. He feared that he might pass out, but there was a blissful reality that came along with his fading consciousness; he wouldn't necessarily feel the pain of his consumption before the girls had a chance to finish him.

Rather than fight it any longer, he collapsed on the spot and slumped over onto the part of his anatomy that the girls kept him alive for.

**

Bowan and Marati were the twin chieftains of their tribe, and the wellbeing of their fellow lionesses was almost always at the front of their collective thought process.

A unique tribe in a world that was still dominated by thick, bulky males, the girls that they welcomed in were all of a higher intellect, speaking the common tongue and employing weapons that, despite being simple in nature, gave them the kind of equal footing that allowed them to stand on their own.

They could hunt for themselves, defend themselves adequately in a fight, and only ever reached out to the male lions when breeding season was in full swing.

It was just a few weeks before that fateful time of year, and clearly, the girls were thinking with something other than their stomachs as they dragged Txaji's unconscious frame to the middle of their small encampment. A fresh stream acted as a natural reminder of the location, with very few trees and rocks to provide shade or other landmarks to look for.

A splash of that fresh water came down upon Txaji as the girls grew impatient with his extended nap, and when his eyes opened, he immediately winced them shut again.

He was fearful of the streak of his own crimson blood flowing back into his gaze.

"Do you really think that closing your eyes in front of a problem will make it go away, stranger?"

Gulping, but keeping quiet all the same, Txaji pretended that his ears didn't flicker with recognition of their words.

"If you keep those eyes closed, you're going to miss something that no male of your species has ever been privy to. I'd suggest that you open them."

Though it was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment, Txaji was able to pick up on a sexual suggestion when he heard it, and curiosity was going to get the better of him, if only for the needed distraction.

His nearly hyperventilating breath wasn't a comic reaction, but a genuine form of panic as he opened his eyes to a sight of not two, but ten different felines, standing around him in different heights and poses, all admiring him with the kind of stare that could have been carnal desire, or genuine hunger.

He never would have guessed that it was the former, and couldn't voice his fear of it being the latter.

"Very few males have ever been lucky enough to see more than one or two of us in the nude like this, stranger. Fewer still have lived to tell about it...and that applies to our own kind. I hope you understand how special that makes you."

Lips that were only wetted by the water thrown at him earlier couldn't make a sound when his throat was drier than sunbaked sands of the desert. His muzzle was still trembling when he tried to open it to speak, but no words properly came out.

There was hardly a pathetic whimper as his eyes darted around, hardly processing the fact that each body he saw was of a slim, athletic huntress, put on display for him to enjoy.

He was just too nervous to get to that enjoyment.

"In case you hadn't figured it out yet...we're not going to eat you, dummy."

Two faces were closer than any other lioness, and at that range, Txaji could feel the warmth of their breath on his already heated flesh, penetrating his fur with ease. "Y...You're not?" he asked, even when his ears couldn't have mistaken their words; they spoke rather eloquently for the reputation that hunters had in those lands.

"You'd already be a pile of body parts, salted and stored if that was the case," Bowan assured him. "In case you couldn't tell, you're still breathing, and still in one piece."

"Don't say things like that!" Marati shoved her fellow chief, offering her a scowl. "You're gonna make him pass back out, and then we'll have to start all over again!"

"It's not my fault that I'm so keen on details," Bowan argued. "Besides, I think he'll come to appreciate just how detail-oriented I am before this is all said and done!"

"If he can even get it up when he's trying not to black out from fear..."

His head tilted, but it wasn't from another loss of consciousness. "Get...get it up? Seriously?"

The girls turned their gaze on him once more, the weight of their eyes alone flattening him back to the ground. "That's what I said," Marati confirmed. "We might not be eating you, but it's not like we just brought you back here for no good reason."

Seeing a host of naked females around him and ogling him like a group of horny schoolgirls somehow wasn't enough of an obvious message for Txaji to figure out what was going on, but the warmth of the setting sun on his uncovered member was helping to drive it home.

He was never without his loincloth, and it was nowhere to be found; nothing stopped every set of eyes in the camp from roaming over his flesh, and somehow, he could _feel_them admiring what he had to offer, even when they'd have to wait their turn to get at it.

"You can't be serious," Txaji finally found the gumption to say something with a little bit of backbone, and it was a line of defiance in front of an expectant crowd. "You two kidnapped me for...for that?"

"We didn't kidnap you, doofus," Bowan rolled her eyes. "You passed out, so we dragged you back to our camp...because someone probably would have eaten you if we just left you out there!"

"He's not the best at thanking people for their generosity, is he?"

"Not really, no. I'm willing to look past it for the right price, though."

The girls didn't have any shame talking about their capture as if he wasn't right there. He felt as though he should have been insulted that they were denying their initial reason for pursuing him, but at the end of the day, he was being given a second chance at life, no matter how short it might end up being thereafter.

His smile was tiny and nervous, but he forced it all the same as he tried to look grateful.

"I'm not sure what your price would be," he lied, "But I do appreciate you two keeping me out of danger. If you really want to see a guy naked, though...maybe try asking, first?"

Marati shook her head. "Guys like you tend to run at the first sign of danger. Playing it cool never ends up working out for us."

"Asking to see a guy naked is playing it cool?" he asked, slightly dumbfounded.

"Our tribe doesn't like to waste time mincing words and intentions when there's a quick and easy way to fill a need," Bowan explained. " All of us have a physical need to be satiated, and you definitely fit the bill of someone who can help us out."

Once again, Txaji was reduced to little more than a piece of meat, but this time, he could take solace in knowing that only a part of his body would end up in anyone's mouth...and it would remain attached.

He never thought he'd be so relieved at such an idea, much less that he'd ever have to have it in the first place.

"May I ask something before you all...uhm...do whatever is about to happen?"

Marati nodded. "Shoot, stranger."

"Why didn't you just ask one of the male lions for help?"

"Because they're a bunch of pricks," Bowan answered sharply. "Only ever interested when we're in heat, only ever wanting to knock us up and force us into their tribes...but you seemed like you might be a little deeper than that, and it's been a long time since I've been able to lay with a real, genuine sweetie."

The girls were dangerous enough with their fangs, but their tongues were just as capable; Txaji didn't see any way for Bowan to turn that into a compliment, but she managed it in the last possible moment.

He didn't want to be so easily swayed, but a compliment like that from a beautiful woman was a weakness that he simply couldn't help.

"We just hope you don't mind that we'll have to share you," Marati reminded him. "Does that endurance you showed us in the field translate well into other areas of your life, stranger?"

Txaji tried not to look nervous as he gulped. "I've never really...y'know...h-had to find out."

"I guess we get to be the judges of that, Marati."

"Sounds like one hell of a way to ring in the mating season..."

The zebra offered a quick tilt of the head. "I'm...still right here."

Talking about him as if he was miles away, the girls looked away from each other and focused their gaze on their prey, staring him down with such intensity that he wondered if he'd whispered his last mistake.

" Good ," Bowan murmured. "Stay right there, won't you? We'd hate to have you get in trouble for skipping out early."

Where the lioness with the blonde bangs was trusting that the zebra wouldn't try to skip up to his hooves and take off, Marati wasn't so willing to give him the chance.

She brushed a single, thick lock of brown from her gaze and stepped over the remnants of her discarded loincloth, knowing that it would start a scuffle if she went right for the zebra's lap. "I don't suppose you're gonna put him in soft like that, are you?" she pointed out, slumping to her knees and resting on either side of the smooth, warm fur upon his muzzle. "The boy needs a little more encouragement before he's any use to us..."

Intense aromas were literally pressed onto Txaji's nose, filling his nostrils with a scent that was sweeter than the rarest of desert flowers. A hint of pure arousal dripped over his lips in the form of silky moisture, giving credence to the terrible, aching need that was already sweeping over the entirely female pride.

Fearful but readily intoxicated by the scent, Txaji parted his lips and pressed the flat of his tongue against the folds, drinking in their flavor and delicate texture. He didn't dare comment on the delight of her natural taste; he had a job to do, and singing her praises wasn't the kind of oral treatment that she was looking for.

She was putting him to the test as she rolled back from her knees, settling her rump just above the length of his neck.

"Looks like he's starting to get the picture, though," Bowan watched as Txaji's slick, black length quickly grew from a long, soft rod that was resting against his inner thigh to a tall, stiffening erection. "Just don't forget to give the boy some room to breathe!"

Txaji sucked in a gasp, unable to see Bowan crawling into his lap...but he couldn't ignore the feeling of her muzzle opening around his cock, spreading heated breath over the flared tip and letting droplets of spit glaze over the tender shaft. Even as it pulsed against her lips, she moved up with it, following his member until it was throbbing upright, pulsing into the air and drawing the rest of the pride closer.

He tried to release his gasp, but immediately came to regret the decision; Marati was rolling back on her rump, keeping the Zebra's neck in a constant state of semi-asphyxiation. "Room to breathe? Only if he earns it," she made her offer loud and clear, hoping that the living sex toy would be wise enough to respond in rapid fashion.

A quick, tender flicker over the hood of her clit was a response enough for her to rise up from his neck as her hips bucked.

"Hardly fair that you get to the be the judge of that. I should have some kind of say, shouldn't I?"

"Maybe if you were queen, you'd get to."

Bowan rolled her eyes as she pulled back from the soaking tip of the zebra's cock, admiring the shimmer of saliva that she'd left upon the flare. "We both know damn well that this pride bends to my every whim...and this boy is going to learn the ropes fast, because he's going to fulfill my every desire."

"Just like a commoner to wish that she was the queen...if you hadn't noticed, this queen already took what she wanted!"

Marati couldn't keep up the act much longer; they both wanted the zebra for his impressive length, and skillful as his tongue was proving, it wouldn't be enough to keep the lioness entertained forever.

The rapid quiver of her thighs around his face might have made him think otherwise, but it was difficult for Txaji to focus on his slowly budding confidence when his mind clouded over from the lack of oxygen every time his tongue started probing through Marati's folds.

"You're quite the _stupid_queen, then," Bowan murmured. She crawled right over the lap of the zebra and settled in, throwing hesitation to the wind. "You saved the best part for someone else!"

"...I'm...a v-very gracious queen. That's all."

"Sure you are," Bowan settled down on her prize possession, ignoring the quiet groan of pleasure that escaped Txaji's lips as she gripped the base of his plentiful shaft. "Just keep telling yourself that."

Hovering just high enough that she could slide her mound back and forth over his tip, Bowan let out a soft, eager gasp as she felt the natural warmth of precum mingling with the juices upon her nether lips. She didn't need any further arousal to take him up to the hilt, but it wasn't in her nature to simply give her prey everything he would have wanted.

She wasn't giving him enough credit for his depth of character, but acting on assumptions, she only kissed her petals to his flare, allowing it a teasing sample of what kind of pleasure a predator could offer to their capture.

"You're making it really f-fucking hard to be nice about this," Marati looked back over her shoulder with a scowl, though one tainted with pleasure as an ever faithful zebra tickled her open slit with a skillful tongue. "Just hurry up and fuck his brains out already so I c-can...g-get my fucking turn in!"

The idea of a harem of soft spoken, delicate flowers of the savannah wasn't a fantasy that Txaji ever thought could be real; this was as close as he'd get to that in this life, but he could hear foul whispers in the crowd as it closed in around their twin leaders. Those words were hard enough to make out as it was, but with his muzzle drenched in Marati's juices, every breath that he could manage was flooding his mind with pheromones.

It was finally enough that he'd given up on the idea of escaping from the pack...at least, until he was done fulfilling his end of the bargain.

"Such a bitch..." Bowan shook her hips and pressed her knees into the ground. Her paws steadied the plentiful shaft of the zebra, guiding it into the heated, welcoming depths of her vaginal passage, drawing a desperate cry from the back of her throat. "Don't...w-worry, little zebra. I'll treat you much better than s-she...she would...mnn!"

Hard as it was to believe, Txaji couldn't deny that there was a pair of heated females fighting over his flesh, or at least, the rights to use it.

There was something flattering about that, even if their original intention was to have him for dinner, as opposed to having him over for dinner.

"I do love putting the pressure on her," Marati narrowed her gaze on Bowan, watching as her fellow lioness struggled to reach the base of the zebra's length. "She might get to go first, but I promise that I'm gonna rock your world, little man...and if you know what's good for you, you'll return the favor..."

Their words made it difficult for Txaji to know if he was being treated like a king or a capture, but their bodies made it clear that he was little more than property for them to bicker over: any wrong move on his part would end with him being demoted back to a meal, and he didn't have many opportunities to impress.

With Bowan sitting so firmly in his lap, his hips scarcely had room to move, and with such a short supply of air, his consciousness continued to come close to the edge of fading away.

Do not black out now. She's getting close already, and then you'll have a chance to breathe!

It was a borderline arrogant thought from the zebra, but impressively enough, he wasn't wrong.

"Not unless I fuck the l-life out of him first," Bowan threatened, wanting to drain the nervous prey to an empty husk. "Just let you deal with the remains..."

"Like you could really last that long," Marati taunted her, as if she hadn't already given a tiny, juicy preview of her orgasm to Txaji's lips. "You're g-getting ready to crack, little kitty! We all know it!"

The crowd had drawn so close together that their bodies were like the walls of an arena around their entertainment. Whispers grew louder as they took bets on which of the girls would crack first, but all of them were shocked to see that Txaji hadn't already stuffed Bowan with every drop that he had.

His sack was taut and his orbs were heavy, but the lack of oxygen was keeping his body from making that final leap. "He's just being s-stubborn! He'll cum!" Bowan declared it with certainty, but her eyes winced shut even as she did. Her claws sunk into the bare belly of the zebra, raking deep marks of scarlet across his tender flesh as she fought back against her own need, knowing that she'd give in before he did.

Her inner muscles clenched and squirmed feverishly, but they weren't quite enough to break the determined zebra. A panting, writhing mess of a lioness slammed her hips down, knocking out what little air was left in Txaji's lungs...but the boy proved resilient in the face of his grand task, even as he danced on the verge of losing consciousness.

"All right; you had your chance!" Marati bounded up from the stained, messy face of the zebra, leaving a thin strand of her juices to dangle between his lips and her own. "I hope you remember the terms of our little wager?"

"Y...Y...yeah..."

Bowan was trembling down to the curl of her toes as she climbed free from Txaji's length, her juices leaving a slick, lustful trail across his tummy as she climbed up his body and sat upon his face next, forcing him to drink in the mingled scent of his own flesh and her well-fucked passage. "If you g-get him to fill you up, he belongs t-to you, instead..."

It was a delightful struggle, but a struggle nonetheless for Bowan to keep her body upright over the already soaked muzzle of the lucky zebra. She slumped over, resting her palms against the ground and grinding against his lips to draw out the last waves of her climactic bliss, but even as she did, she couldn't keep her jealous gaze from Marati's petals.

They parted so delicately around the equine flare that they betrayed the force that followed.

"No holding back on me, now," she ordered Txaji, crashing her backside down into his sore lap. She kept her tail eagerly perked, giving the other members of her pride a rare opportunity to learn from the very best. "Unless you'd rather be a full meal...instead of my evening snack."

Getting to reach his orgasmic bliss was a better option than being served up on a platter every single time, but Txaji was hardly given a chance to breathe between the felines trading places. He sucked in a heavy breath before Bowan claimed his muzzle as her new resting place, but her scent was quickly drowning him.

The act of dominance was just enough to push him to the brink, and Marati was the benefactor, feeling a powerful, thundering pulse within her body.

"I felt that up here," Bowan glared at the luckier feline, even when Txaji's tongue was darting into her folds. "Boy seized up like he'd just seen his own ghost...lucky bitch."

"Luck h-had nothing to do w-with it," Marati was bucking herself toward her own release as quickly as she could, but she'd never be able to get there before a plentiful, fulfilling gush of seed poured into her womb. She felt like her insides were melting as the sheer volume of it began to spill right back out of her; his flare refused to stay put during such a violent act, but it was only able to slip out of her for a single streak of his mess before she wrangled it back in. "Fucking hell...you know you're licking this out from between my tits, right?"

Even without his name being said, Txaji knew that Marati was referring to him. He'd only just grasped the concept of dragging his tongue through his own seed when he felt a little bit of his own precum spilling from Bowan's passage, easing over the warm, wet muscle and giving him a preview of the rest of his evening.

He knew he'd never stay conscious for that long, but the heavier his eyes became, the harder Marati crashed into his body, claiming every inch of his equine cock for her own...

The queen was _indeed_gracious; she'd give him a few minutes to nap before she made him deal with the rest of the pride.