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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Inspired by the brilliant artwork of Blotch, always loved this one.

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Mpya clutched his spear tight, crouching low as he slowly made his way through the tall grass towards his prey. He was out on his first hunt alone and honor demanded he bring back a kill to share with his tribe to prove his manhood. He made sure to stay downwind of the pair of grazing antelope he'd spotted down by the river and had stalked back to their campsite.

He couldn't believe his luck when he'd seen them, usually they travelled in bigger groups, so his chances for a successful hunt were even better than he could ever have hoped for. As he got closer he could make out what they were saying as their voices drifted on the wind toward him, it seemed like the pair was father and son out on their own hunt of sorts. Unlike his people, the antelope young were not sent out alone to prove themselves. Instead an elder would accompany a youth and teach them the way of the land and test them along the way to make sure they understood and retained the knowledge passed down to them.

The older antelope with the lighter almost beige coat was referred to by the younger darker furred antelope as Nguvu, meaning strength. He certainly lived up to his name too, the antelope was broad shouldered and well-toned with long regal spiraling horns; he definitely would put up a good fight and make for a good trophy. The younger one Nguvu called Hamu, which suited him just as well. Hamu meant eager, which the young buck definitely was as he seemed impatient at the slow and methodical way his father was teaching him.

Hamu had a darker coat, not yet dulled or changed by years of the harsh African plain's sun beating down on him. The white markings on the antelopes faces similar but different, almost like zebra stripes. Each one had slight differences, making them unique to one another. So far both antelope seemed ignorant of Mpya's approach, the stealthy leopard was already almost close enough to pounce.

Just as the young leopard crouched low, with his spear at the ready, the wind shifted and his scent was blown directly past the antelope. Mpya was already pushing as hard as he could off the ground to launch himself at Nguvu's exposed back, spear poised to come down between his shoulders when the older and wiser antelope caught the scent and heard the faint rustle behind him announcing the leopards attack.

With a speed that belied his years, the older antelope whirled about and knocked the young leopards spear aside. Mpya yelped in surprised as his spear missed its mark, instead it bit deep into the tangled roots of the bush Nguvu had just been showing his son. In the moment it took for Mpya to realize his mistake, Nguvu stepped forward and landed a hard blow right into the leopard's sternum and knocked the wind from the feline.

Mpya collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as Nguvu knelt down and pinned his arms up above his head with a victorious grin up at his son. "Well Hamu, it looks like you're going to get an extra special lesson today! We're going to make a real man out of you. Choose, young buck....either you can kill this sneaky bastard, or you can claim his pride then let him go?"

"I'm not much for killing, so...pride?" the young antelope grinned at his father, knowing what the horny old antelope would prefer. Not that Hamu was any better, he'd damn near fuck a hole in a tree if it looked at him the right way.

"Just like your old man! Here kitty, drink this!" Nguvu ordered as he retrieved a small gourd from his hip pouch before pressing it to the struggling feline's lips. When Mpya shook his head and tried to avoid the liquid inside, Nguvu sighed and shook his head. "It's not poison, it'll just make you enjoy what happens next. Or would you prefer we run you through with your own spear and take your hide back as a trophy?"

Mpya thought on it a moment before acquiescing and opening his mouth to let Nguvu pour the contents of the gourd into his mouth. There was a strange burning heat and a minty aftertaste to the liquid, overall not bad but he didn't know what it was meant for. At least not at first, but soon a growing warmth began to spread through his body. "What was that?" Mpya asked with a worried note to his voice.

"Same thing I give his mother when she won't put out...Joto!" Nguvu laughed aloud. Joto was an old tribal mixture, one of the most potent aphrodisiacs known to the African Planes. It turned even the most frigid of partners into insatiable lovers, breaking down boundaries in the name of physical pleasure.

Mpya tried to fight it, but it only made the Joto burn that much hotter in him. Hamu laughed as he groped at the rapidly forming bulge under the young leopard's loincloth, making Mpya growl and groan out as he bucked into the touch. The young leopard's world began to fade into nothing but his own pleasure, only feeling the fiery touches of the antelopes as they moved him around. His heart beating so hard and loud, his heartbeat sounded like a drum in his ears. Even as he found himself on his hands and knees with Nguvu grinning down at him, the antelopes bright pink cock being pushed between the felines lips would even make Mpya groan with desire, even as unnatural as the act was.

Behind the leopard, Hamu gripped and lifted the felines spotted tail with one hand while he stroked a slick substance along his cock with the other. Shuffling up behind Mpya, Hamu ground his slick length between the leopard's firm spotted cheeks, laughing derisively as the feline groaned around his father's cock and tried to grind back against him from that touch alone.

"When are you going to teach me to make Joto?" Hamu asked eagerly, pulling his hips back a little to line himself up with Mpya's tail hole. Even though it was the leopard's first time, the deep and firm first stroke had him groaning louder still around Nguvu's cock.

"When you're older and not thinking with your cock all the time..." Nguvu replied with a pleasured snort at the vibrating groans of the feline mouth around his length, enjoying the rough tongue rasping against his sensitive flesh. He gripped Mpya's ears and used them like handles to begin thrusting deep into the eagerly sucking feline maw, feeling the leopard's claws digging into his hips as he held onto Nguvu for dear life.

"You still think with your cock, old man!" Hamu pointed out with a grin, his hips starting to pump back and forth as he fucked the leopard. Hamu was already snorting and panting, his release closer than he'd like to admit. Even as he tried to slow down, the leopard continued to wiggle and grind back onto his cock, until finally with a loud snort the young antelope spilled his first seed inside Mpya.

"I still think with my cock, but at least I know how to use it too," Nguvu smirked as he watched his son cum under the leopard's flicking and curling tail. Withdrawing his length from the feline's maw, he stood up and moved around behind his son. "Stand him up, let me show you how you were conceived." Nguvu jested with his offspring.

Hamu sighed and shook his head, withdrawing his softening cock from Mpya, moving around to stand before the feline and helping him to his feet. The leopard looked up at Hamu with a mixture of shame and pleasure, knowing this was wrong and he shouldn't be enjoying it, but at the same time wanting more. Or at least the Joto was making him want more. Hamu simply grinned and pet the leopard's ears as Mpya wrapped his arms about the younger antelope's shoulders for support. Behind him Nguvu gripped and roughly yanked his tail up high, making Mpya bend forward a little to further expose himself.

Mpya groaned loudly, his mouth free of obstructions to muffle the sound this time, as Nguvu sheathed his thicker cock under the flicking and twitching spotted tail. The leopard felt like he was being fucked again for the first time, Nguvu had a girthier member than his son and it was now stretching him anew. As he clung to the younger antelope's neck for support, the older one began to rut him properly. Hips slapping against his firm spotted behind over and over with enough force to make his own stiff length bounce and flop about, casting his dripping precum across the ground in thin strands of gossamer, clinging to the blades of grass like spiders web.

With a low snarl Mpya came, his seed spilling uselessly to the ground below as Nguvu hammered his behind rough and fast, hitting that bundle of nerves hidden within his passage. "See son, that's how it's done! Take his pride!" Nguvu snorted just before he too finally climaxed, seeding Mpya's behind as well.

Mpya would find no peace that day, or indeed well into the night as Hamu tried and tried again to claim his pride. Even laying down behind the leopard and rutting him beside the fire while Mpya begged for release, his hands bound behind his back so he couldn't remove the uncomfortable binding Nguvu had tied around his soft furred balls to prevent him from cumming every time the old antelope fucked him.

Finally in the early hours of the morning as the campfire was nothing but smoldering embers and the sky started to turn the brilliant shades of pink and orange of sunrise, Mpya finally got his release. Sitting in Hamu's lap with the young antelopes cock thrusting in and out of his aching behind, Nguvu standing over the pair with his cock lodged down the growling feline's throat and gagging his cries of frustration. Hamu would reach down and undo the binding about the feline's orbs just as he flooded Mpya's backside with another fresh load of his seed. Mpya groaned out loud around Nguvu's cock as he finally came, spraying his pent up seed all over his belly and chest, just as he was forced to swallow another of the old antelope's loads.

Finally satisfied that his son had claimed the leopard's pride, Nguvu stepped aside and offered Mpya his freedom. The tired and sore leopard was only too happy to make a hasty retreat, walking stiffly and painfully from their campsite with obvious white mess beneath his tail and between his cheeks, running down his inner thighs as he headed towards the river to clean himself up and get some much needed rest.