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(((WARNING! HARD VORE AHEAD!! If you'd like to pass it up you can safely read the first few paragraphs to the lion and then the last few paragraphs skipping the real bloodiness. :) Just warning folks in case they don't read the tags.))))

The sun started to set over the African plains casting vivid red and orange light that reached across the sky and kissed the pale brown grass beneath. The night started to rapidly claim the sky as darkness started to spread and the creatures that spent the day browsing and foraging settled in for the night. Most chose herds if they were wild, or carefully enclosed villages if they were anthros to ensure that they wouldn't have predators sneak up during the night. Today there was a tension in every living creature near the edge of a copse of sparsely growing trees. The night insects didn't sing and not a single prey animal dwelled close to it. The river that ran through the dry land glittered under the rising moon as an invitation to quench the thirst, but no one came near it. The only living being was a large four legged horse with his head down in the water.

In the dying light it looked as if he were a strange zebra or perhaps one of the horses the English brought to the land, but a closer look revealed pale sea green eyes that seemed unnatural. His dark muzzle was plunged into the water sucking in long draughts of the water from parted lips, but the deeper it pushed the more a darker substance washed from his muzzle. At his hooves were the shattered and crushed remains of what had been a pair of lionesses. Their ravaged and dismembered corpses were half pushed into the water so that they were slowly being tugged with the current. They had been almost too easy. They had spotted him as he hobbled along through the long grasses with his head down in a mockery of a grazing horse that had been injured. The scent of blood and fear that had lingered from his first meeting with their pride had lent validity to their eyes.

They had been so eager to bring him down. He had taken on the shape of a full four legged stallion, enough meat that they could lie indolent for days gorging upon him. They had found out far too swiftly that he was no ones prey. He had led the first on a run through the taller grasses and towards the edge of the river. She had come blindly thinking him a foolish beast and hadn't expected the sudden rearing of his form and strike of his forehooves. He had taken her slowly and painfully, starting to tear her flush away while she writhed trapped between his forelegs and his shaft plunging in and out of her. The second he had taken his time with. He had toyed and played with her, letting her run so that he could chase her down again. He savored seeing the hope spring in her eyes only to be bleached away by the massive form that pulled her back. They deserved to suffer for what they had done to the zebras and herds here.

As he drank he relived his pleasure at a successful hunt. Predators were among his favorite prey animals. They were able to fight back and he let them. He loved seeing the realization in their eyes as he started to pull them down and feast upon their body. He lifted his head with most of the blood cleaned from his muzzle and gave a shake of his body. The male lion still remained, the last of his pride. He could simply let the beast remain alive, without females to hunt for him and to bear him cubs he would soon die out. The kelpie licked one of his fangs as he glanced at the torn forms being washed away by the river. He could, but where was the fun in that? It was far better to bring the male down and finish his night with a final feast. He had not enjoyed such a rich meal as this in years. He intended to savor it while he could.

Pisces turned around and gave one of the bodies a sharp kick with a hind hoof so that it fell into the river. His river. Their bones would sink below to mix with the silt and mingle liberally with his own victims from the past few years. He licked his lips slightly and tasted the faded scent of blood there as he considered it. There was an equality at being devoured by a monster. Predator and prey were both in the same position and lost to his appetites. He shifted slowly so that his back rippled and he started to arch upwards while his bones realigned and cracked along his spine. He reared up on his hind hooves until he changed back into a two legged form and shunned picking up his kilt again. He set off purposely towards the copse of trees that held the male lion. It was time to settle his debts.

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Nyvarr stretched out against the tree with his mane fluffed up against the wind that tickled past his face. His great amber eyes were hooded as he kept his ears up and strained to hear the coming of his females or at least calls to tell him where they were. He had sent them out towards the afternoon to bring him back food, but neither of them had returned. They had simply left and the last he had heard of them they had intended to try the hunting down near the river. Since he had moved his pride here he had driven off the small herds and communities with his hunger. He preferred the young to the old and defied custom by seeking out the strong youngsters of any species to have his females bring down for his meals. The old and sickly he left behind as unworthy of his attention, but it had made the normally placid beasts try to retreat from the area.

He licked his muzzle with a broad tongue and stretched out thoughtfully. They were so utterly foolish. There was no where they could run that he wouldn't be able to locate them and no place they could build a village that he couldn't pierce the walls to hunt amongst them. He moved his paw up to drag a line along the bark of the tree tearing great curls of wood with it. It fell down towards him as he sharpened the claw tips and finally let out a soft snarl and stood up away from the tree before giving a great shake of his mane. This was intolerable. He was hungry and it was nearing the time when he would normally retire and none of his lionesses had returned. He snuffed the air slightly and started to pad away from the trees to investigate matters with something crashed into the bush next to him. Something the shape of a rock spattered against the ground before he scented the sweet coppery scent of blood.

"It's about time." He rumbled the words deep in his chest as he stepped through the longer grass towards the area the meat had been through. He opened his lips to chide the females when he froze. There in the grass was one of the females severed lifeless heads gazing up at him.

"I'm sorry it took so long, they put up a lovely fight." A voice mocked him from the darkness so that he froze and flattened his ears against his head. A low growl formed deep in his throat and spilled past his lips.

"Who's there? Where are you? I will kill you for this!" The last he roared out in a loud burst of sound that went over the plains. He could hear the bushes rustling as something walked through them.

"Who am I? I'm your death, O Great King. I've been sent to avenge those who did not stand a chance against you. Your lionesses have paid the price, now it is your turn." Nyvarr turned his head to locate the source of the sound as he picked out the sound of hoof beats. A zebra? An antelope? Who would dare attack his pride.

"You have found your death here, creature. Step out and show yourself to me so that I can see you before I take my pint of blood and pound of flesh for the death of my women." He flattened his ears back and set his legs apart slightly. His long tufted tail lashed wildly behind him as he kept his head pointed in the direction opposite the sound and tensed himself up to charge.

"I think I have found nothing more than a lazy cat who deserves to be removed from this land. Come find me, lion, come and see if you can hunt the hunter." A wild high pitched whicker rung through the air before the lion launched himself through the thick grasses towards the sound.

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Pisces felt his entire body quiver with eagerness at the oncoming hunt. It was time. The lionesses had primed him for this kill and every muscle was tense and ready to take what was his by right. He could smell the rank scent of predator on the air, but to him it only smelled sweetly of challenge. The male was muscled and well fed, his mane had not yet started to thin with old age, instead he had the body of a lion in his prime. The kelpie licked his fangs as he called out to the creature and heard the anger in his voice. Anger, not grief, did the creature care for nothing? The moment came when the lion charged, but he was waiting for it. He ghosted through the grass and let the dappled moonlight hide his form as the clawed hands swiped where he had been standing.

"Try again, oh great lion, try to hunt me or are you too fat and lazy to manage such a feat. Go back to your tree, you would do better hunting the moonlight then myself." He whickered his mockery before he moved along through the grasses and watched the lion lunge to his left after a sound.

"I will show you how I hunt. When the sun rises your head shall be left for the buzzards." He snarled and there was a sudden leap forward before the kelpie saw his opening.

He launched himself forward and snagged his arms around the upper chest to grip the broad arms in his hands. He forced them backwards while the tendrils of his tail slipped forward and started to wrap around the upper and lower thighs. The lion gave a coughing roar as he threw himself against the restraints and tried to pull away from the creature. Pisces gripped the arms harder and darted his head forward until his sharp fangs sank in against the scruff of the chest. His weight pushed harder against the shoulders forcing the form to start to tip towards the ground inch by slow inch. He felt flush with victory as there was a loud snarl before the grass crashed down in front of them when the lion went down on his hands and knees. The pale grey form covered the other males like a ghost of the moonlight before pulling his head back and freeing his mouth of the scruff.

"Perhaps I will leave enough of you to do the same." He hissed the words into one ear as his tendrils twisted and forced one leg upwards into the air to keep the beast off balance.

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Nyvarr wasn't expecting an attack from behind. He expected he would be lured into a trap, one he would be too smart to give into. However, the creature launched himself from behind so a sudden weight struck against his back as a pair of arms wrapped over his chest and arms pinning them down. He barely had enough presence of mind to struggle and try to tear free when he felt something sliding up along his legs. They twisted and curled. In the moonlight he could see them rising and falling as it looked as if sea weed had come to life. He strained his muscles against the hold and threw his weight against the arms when the creature shoved forward as well striking him off balance. He went down with a sharp snarl while his muzzle was flooded with the scent of water and rich growing things. The hiss in his ear made him freeze before he twisted his head to one side trying to snap at the creature behind him.

A broad muzzle pushed forward and he saw the supple velvety lips of an equine, but the moment they lifted he was able to see the flash of fangs. He snarled out and tried to twist his head further to snap at the creature, but the grip of the tendrils around his legs tightened until they were nearly bruising him. One of his legs was forced upwards higher into the air and he curled his toes as he tried to kick back and rake his claws along the leg. The grip held him securely while the hands moved down his arms in an almost caress before dropping down to his wrist and clamped down tightly enough that they were forcibly held flat against the dirt. His back arched and the heavier weight dropped down against him before a tongue rolled out against one of his ears before snapping down. The teeth sank through the thin flap of skin and suddenly tore it free sending a shudder of pain through his body as blood dribbled down along his mane.

"How you struggle, I think I should make sure you don't go anywhere anytime soon." The voice murmured before the creature licked his injured ear, scraping the blood from the wound roughly. "But first-" The lion's eyes widened as one of the tendrils twisted upwards under his loin cloth to snap against his balls causing him to hiss out.

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Pisces rolled the taste of blood on his tongue in enjoyment. It was a spice before the main event. He moved his tendril up to coil around the furred sac slowly, letting it twine as the lion snarled out a protest at the treatment from a prey beast. The equine gave a harder shove down as he started to use another tendril to tug the cloth upwards and undo the carefully made knots at either side so that the material loosened up. The twisting warm form beneath him arched up in an attempt to throw him and he hissed before darting his head down to snatch against the loose skin at the nape of the neck and drove his teeth down. He let his fangs sink in past the skin and into the muscle itself so it hooked beneath forcing the lion to freeze with a sharp intake of breath as he tugged the loin cloth free. It slid to the ground while he rolled his hips down mocking the predator with the grey cock that started to spill outwards inch by inch.

The other male twisted his lips back in a grimace as the kelpie worked himself into hardness. The entire time he taunted the beast with flickers of his tendrils along the heavy balls and twisted against the sheath. The taste of the cut skin on his tongue was a heady aphrodisiac that soon had his cock hardening and rising up to grind against the furred tawny ass pressed against his loins. He rocked his hips down harder for a moment and then gripped the leg more securely with his tail and force it to raise up and curl back at an odd angle against his hips. Another tendril snaked its way up to wrap around the base of the tail and raise it higher. The twisting form bucked down and he felt the skin tearing away from the grip of his fangs.

Once he managed to pull the tail out of the way he dropped his hips down and forced his cock tip right up against the anal ring. He released the neck so that the heavy mane head dropped down with a snarling curse of denial. He arched his back until his thickened tip shoved right up against that opening and started to part it. His cock bowed slightly as drooling precum spilled out and he snaked his head down to suddenly hold the shoulder. He purposefully grabbed the muscle in his jaws and the furred flesh as he drove himself forward. The lion's voice came out in a screech as he forced his way into the passage and pulled his head back. The flesh tore around his fangs as blood welled up and started to spill down along the pale golden fur. The heat of the muscle itself caressed against his tongue as he impaled the writhing feline beneath him.

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Nyvarr twisted his lips back in a grimace of pain as he felt the cock tip digging against him. He twisted and tried to pull his tail free as the indignity of the act let some of the pains wash away. The teeth released his bleeding nape, but his reprieve was momentary as the jaws came down hard and swift against his shoulder. They dug into his skin until he felt them scrape against the bone causing him to yowl out as the cock drove deeper inside of him. The precum drooled outwards spilling through his body while he shuddered and threw his weight back. As the jaws tugged and twisted he could feel the meat of his shoulder starting to tear. The sensation made his stomach turn over in knots before another thrusting rock of the hips forced his body harder into the dirt and there was a sickening ripping sensation. He parted his jaws in a long scream as he felt a chunk of meat yanked from him.

His own blood dribbled down hotly against his neck as the hips never stopped. Not even as he heard to snap of teeth as the beast feasted the hips drove inwards until he was nearly torn around the equine girth. The heat of precum spilled deeper before it pulled backwards tugging the medial ring free before the equine slammed forward again. The blood flowed down his shoulder to spatter against the ground before the muzzle dropped down and snapped against his shoulder again. The tendrils tensed on his leg giving him that much warning before the beast slammed forward again. Heavy balls slapped against his own while the teeth scraped right over the bone of his shoulder and the muzzle lipped it's way higher towards the rise of his shoulder.

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Pisces stifled a groan of pleasure as he felt the muscles contracting around him. They pulled and squeezed oh so eagerly that he let himself savor the roll of his hips as he pulled back and felt the tug around his medial ring before it popped free and then drove forward again. The tawny body shuddered under him and he leaned his head back to roll the taste of the meat on his tongue. It was sweet and salty all at once, it ran down his throat and melted on his tongue as he savored the taste. The females had been lovely, but the male had spice and fire in him that made it all the more enjoyable. He drove his hips forward in a short violent burst before setting his sights on the rise of the curved shoulder. His teeth struck out and moved towards the joint before he closed his eyes and felt his cock lurch inside the tight passage.

His jaws tensed and his muscled worked as he forced one of his fangs into the joint. He twisted his head to one side until the lion shrieked out before the wet sound of a joint popping greeted his ears. He sheared through the muscle and skin that connected the arm to the shoulder and ran his tongue roughly into the hole that it had been located in before giving his head a toss. The arm thudded just in front of the screaming lion as dark blood started to spill down along the side of him and spread over the dry soil that soaked it up so eagerly. He licked his bloody lips and gave a sharp thrust that drove his entire cock into the passage and slammed his balls forward ending the shrieks in a grunting cry. The walls clutched down while he let out a soft hiss under his breath.

"Scream for me, I want you to scream for me." He breathed out before his teeth snagged out to catch the wound on the shoulder and set to work on the collar bone. His teeth hooked beneath it as he started to drive himself harder and faster. He used his grip on the collar bone to drag the lion back against him as his body shuddered and twisted. The one hand not holding the remaining arm traveled down until his fingers found the sheath and the dangling half exposed cock.

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Nyvarr watched his arm hit the ground like so much dead meat. His hand resting against the soil while the torn skin of the shoulder leaked blood onto the ground. He felt a moment of horror before the kelpie drove back into him making his teeth rattle slightly. The grip on his collar bone sent a nauseating rush of pain through him as the pace started to grow more brutal. His entire body seemed alive with pain and terror as the hips steadily clapped against his own. They hammered and drove until he felt as if he were going to be sick when suddenly a hand moved down to grip at his own cock. He let out a protesting sound as the fingers kneaded and massaged him. They tugged slightly and started to rub over his tip until his haunches tensed up under the molestation. He started feeling himself thickening and growing harder when all feelings of arousal were lost under the sudden cracking sound.

His collar bone broke under the sharp fangs and he could feel the drag and tear of the meat being yanked free and snapped up by the sharp fangs. His voice let out a broken squeal as his body shuddered against the ground. The creature's breath rocked against his neck as it came out raggedly while the slamming hips sped up. He could feel the tip starting to thicken inside of him, straining him open wider to create another pain in the haze of it. The teeth moved down to slip along his neck and out of the corner of his pain hazed eyes he saw a flash of glowing green. The lips traced down against his neck as the teeth nipped and tugged there. The weight on his back grew as the sharp grunts started to spill out faster. The medial ring tugged and pulled inside of him, rubbing through his passage and then driving in deep.

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Pisces snorted out and flared his nostrils wide as he drove his teeth back until he felt the bone start to crack under the pressure. He started to roll his hips gracefully back and forth, letting a few inches slip free before driving forward again. His body tensing up before he jerked his head to one side and gave a savage yank that broke the hard bone in two so his tongue flickered out to scrape up a splattering of the marrow. He let the lion fall back from his grip and snarled out savagely as he laid claim to the tattered flesh that clung around the bone. His lips wrapped around it and yanked it free so that the hot blood peppered his tongue before the meat slowly started to melt along it. He rolled the taste over his muzzle before swallowing it down and bared his fangs as the walls around him started to pulse and squeeze. The rippling movements only fueled him towards his climax.

The kelpie locked his eyes on the thick maned throat as he made his choice. The lion would die like so many zebras had passed away. Terrified, helpless and slowly. His body started to tense before a squeal burst past his lips while his balls pulled up tight against his body. He dropped his head down and latched onto the throat just above the thick protection of the mane and clamped down. He didn't dig in with his teeth, he put pressure to cut off the air way as the struggling creature bucked under him. The violated ass clenched tighter as his flare swelled outwards and his balls gave a heave up before sending out a thick strand of seed to hit deep inside the lion. He closed his eyes and felt the form tensing and struggling for life still as his orgasm rolled over him and he let his hips grind in tight and close to the dying creatures haunches.

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The sudden squeal of pleasure preceded a movement of the lips against his throat. The fangs snapped out and gripped either side of his wind pipe before they ever so slowly clenched down. The air he sucked in grew ragged as the lion thrashed and tried to free his one hand. He wheezed and tried to suck in a breath, but the teeth that gripped him wouldn't free him. They only clenched tighter as the cock inside of him jerked before sending out hot sprays of seed into his violated ass. The thick ropes coated deep inside of him as he struggled to suck in a breath. His eyes bulged slightly and he gaped his throat before another tensing of the muzzle closed off any hope of being able to draw in a breath. The hand gripping his wrist freed him so he crashed into the dirt clawing and pawing at the muzzle that held him.

The steady pulse of the cock went on and on, his body aching and broken as he was raped. It drooled into his passage leaving it slickened and finding every tear inside of him to add insult to injury. His eyes greyed over as the teeth dug harder against his neck and forced him to arch his back as he stared out into the dark plains. Spots of light appeared as the giddiness rolled over him and mingled with his panic. His clawing paw slowly stopped until it dropped down and his tongue lolled out from his mouth to hang to one side. His vision faded and blackened entirely as his life was choked out of him. Only after the kelpie had come down from his eyes did the jaws release the lifeless head as the carcass fell down into the dirt with a thud. The time for feasting as at hand, at dawn he would visit the village.

= = The Next Day ==

The sun rose to shine over the plains in every color that could be imagined. The birds had started their morning serenade as villages awoke to start their days. The zebra village had opened its gates with the rising sun as nervously the warriors set out to search for food and water to bring home. They left in a tightly massed group trusting their numbers to keep them safe as their wives, mothers and sisters watched them leave with an air of already grieving for them. The foals were gathered and given chores as they tried to frolic, each one sternly driven away from the edges of the boundaries. It was life as always. The way it had been since the lions had first appeared in this land and it was a life of fear and terror. The expectation that they would die if they passed the boundaries of their village, but the demand for food and water made them.

A colt with a limp was watching over the edge of the wall as he saw the proud young stallions set off. Even in their nervousness they had an air of nobility and power about them. He felt a pang of regret that he couldn't be a part of their number. He longed for a day when he could be a hero and admired. His thoughts drifted to the creature that had saved him and the fierce power the unearthly kelpie had unleashed to kill the crocodile. In his mind the dappled strange equine was something to admire and desire to be, despite the urgings of his parents that he should put Pisces from his mind. It was too late for that, he had already found himself falling under the spell of the strange creature and he went forward whole heartedly into that state. He could not change how he felt, nor did he wish to.

As if his thoughts had summoned him, a figure appeared on the path that led up from the river front. In the early morning light it was strangely elongated and bulky at the same time. The shoulders were far too large, while the legs were slender and long. The glittering of the light made him catch the sudden flash of a tawny mane and the flash of the pelt. He reacted without thinking about it as he scampered down from his vantage point and yelled out the alarm. The stallions that remained behind started to scramble to drive the youngest of them into huts while they gathered what weapons they could. The panic washed over all of them as they sealed the gates and tried to avoid the creature at their walls. The tension was only broken by a strangely familiar voice calling out.

"Is this how you receive one who has done his side of the bargain? Open the gates that I might present your Council with proof of my word!" The kelpie called out and the young colt felt his heart give a sudden lurch.

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Pisces stared up at the gates with some anger and amusement. The weight of the lion's hide was heavy on his back as it dripped wetly from the river. The rest of the lion was gone. A midnight meal for the immortal creature. He had dined heavily and then slept until near dawn before rolling up the skin and head. His stomach was still slightly rounded and he had a contented sensation that refused to go away. He had drug the skin into the water to clean it and travelled swiftly beneath the lapping edges of the water to the place he had met the colt when he had been attacked. From there it had simply been a matter of finding his way back to the village. As the sun started to beat down overhead he grew hot and annoyed that they were huddled away from him. Slowly, very slowly, the gate opened and he saw a striped head peer out at him before the eyes widened and it parted further.

"We had not expected you back..." The council leader stuttered to a halt as he pushed his way past the opened door and stepped into the village itself. Striped bodies crowded around the small space behind the gate as young and old peered at him with wide eyes.

"I always keep my bargains, always." He flashed his fangs and heard a few give a swift intake of breath as he showed his teeth. "Here is your lion." He dropped the skin down at the older stallion's hooves so that it landed in a boneless heap. The head lolled to one side where it's jaws were still parted in death.

"I knew you would kill them!" The voice piped out from the crowd and one striped figure limped forward with his eyes bright and eager. "I told them you would!" It took him a moment as he looked at the bandaged leg before grinning broadly.

"They should have believed you, Jamae, you are wise beyond your years." He rumbled and turned his head towards the council leader who swallowed. "It is your turn to pay my price. I have done what you wished done."

"Yes, the price..." The stallion trailed off and lashed his ropey tail back and forth nervously. His eyes flickered back to the crowd. "Will you wait here while we discuss it."

"Do not discuss it long. A bargain made with me is a binding one, I will take the debt I am owed peacefully and leave. I recommend you take this option. I have no desire to hurt you." He put the slightest edge of regret and threat into his tone. Better that they learned now that he wasn't to be led along or toyed with.

The stallion flared his nostrils nervously before he retreated with several other of the older folks. The kelpie leaned back against the wall and watched them curiously, but he was disrupted by the regard of the youngster he had saved. The large brown eyes stared at him fearlessly and with more than a hint of hero worship in them. Where the others kept far away from him, the colt edged closer until he was within arm's reach, though he made no move to talk. He gave a lopsided grin and mock snapped at the little one only to hear the sound of laughter spill out of the throat. The sound called forth a larger smile from the water creature and he rumbled his own deeper laughter in response. Their small exchange was interrupted by the nervous sound of the head man's voice.

"We have reached a decision." The zebra turned his head from side to side, his eyes flickering a little bit as he looked at those gathered. "The price for the removal of the lions was to be one mare and one stallion to be your servant. We have chosen Liana and Thandiwe."

The herd of striped bodies shifted as two were pushed forward into his view. His dark green eyes sharpened as he allowed himself to linger of their forms. The female was a bit heavier then the male, but that was only due to the sweep of her curved hips and the swell of her breasts. Her head was streaked with brown-black stripes that started of broad in the center of her head and narrowed out into graceful curves. Her nostrils were flared nervously as she stared at him with white rimmed eyes and he noticed with pleasure that her short mane of hair had been carefully colored along the white to flash with blue and green colors. There were even a few beads worked in so that each movement gave a pleasant clatter that was almost musical in its own way. Liana was lovely. Everything that a zebra mare should be in more.

Thandiwe stood a bit straighter then his female counter part. He was a good hand span higher than the female with a thicker neck that arched slightly. The stripes that ran along his back paled along his throat and stomach so that the expanse of his chest and under his chin was soft and white. What flesh he could see was endearingly pink and inviting. He wasn't old, he had probably just entered into his twenties, but he carried himself proudly. The young stallion met his stare with his own before his eyes flickered down. The kelpie lashed his tail behind him as he saw the quiver of fear run through him before the dark brown eyes lifted up to stare at him again. He could see the force of will it took the zebra to hold his gaze and he silently applauded it.

"They are acceptable as payment." The kelpie pushed away from the wall and stalked forward towards the duo.

Liana shied away from him as he ran his nails lightly along her side and then towards the edge of her back. He trailed up her spine until she let out a zebra-bark of shock and stepped forward with her eyes rolling back fearfully towards him. His fingers grazed right along Thandiwe's hip and he felt the muscles tense up as well as the sweet scent of fear. He fingered the edge of the loin cloth slightly before releasing it. The young stallion was well muscled and the skittish mare would soon settle down with him to teach and guide her into learning her place. They had many years ahead of them in which he could cultivate them. A good bargain indeed with this pair as his prize. He stepped in front of them and let his fingers glide beneath the stallion's chin gently before giving his dappled head a short toss towards the partially opened gate.

"As our business is done, I will take them to my home where they will serve me. May you know peace now that you are free of the lions." His eyes flickered to the pair who stepped forward nervously. "I'm certain I will recall this day and this bargain with great relish in the future." He flashed a sharp toothed grin before stepping through the gait. The sound of his nervous servants came from behind him. Oh it would be a fine time showing them how to properly serve him.

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