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Jeff Limms was an attorney running a private practice in the Los Angeles area. He was an ambulance chaser whose television ad stated, "Why hire a mule when you can hire The Stallion? The ad was appropriate since he was an equine of the appaloosa breed. His fur was white with brown splotches. His feet were hoofs but his hands resembled those of humans. Early anthromorphs had more animalistic hands, but had difficulty functioning in the technological world, so the scientists genetically altered the hands of all furres to resemble those of the hominine. Jeff adjusted his black Armani suit that had been custom made for him with an opening for his ivory tail. His white mane was slicked down with gel to give him a well-groomed appearance.

It was the middle of the night and he was exhausted from working on a difficult case. The case was against a man who fell asleep at the wheel after taking hydrocodone; he drove into an apartment complex killing two and severely injuring another. He knew he could gain the sympathy of the jury with the injured victim who had been rendered a paraplegic. The equine gazed at the multitude of lights surrounded by abysmal darkness of the Los Angeles skyline. The first quarter moon barely illuminated night. The aroma of ozone and hydrocarbons permeated the air. His horseshoes clopped with a dull metallic sound as they struck the sidewalk with each step. He lit a cigarette inhaling the smoke with a huff and releasing with a blow.

A scream resounded through the night. In the distance, he spied a couple fighting. They were of the leonine persuasion. The male leonine was shredding a lioness' clothes with razor-sharp claws and cuffing her with the back of his hand. It looked to Jeff like the lioness was going to be raped for it appeared the lion was attempting to force the lioness into a mating position. The stallion felt motivated to do something. He extinguished his cigarette and approached the fray.

"Hey!" Jeff yelled at the lion.

"What! Mind your own business!" growled the lion.

"Help me!" the lioness pleaded.

"Leave her alone!" yelled Jeff.

"She is mine!" the lion roared.

The lion roared an intense warning at Jeff; the equine trembled visibly at the warning. The lion was clad in a gray hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants, so the equine had no idea how strong he was. The stallion had once been fit, but had fallen out of his workout routine and taken up smoking. The lion extended his claws at the equine, preparing to attack. As the lion lunged, the stallion ducked the slash and struck the lion in the abdomen with a closed fist. The lion fell back clutching his stomach, clearly surprised at the blow.

"This isn't over Miranda! I'll be back for you!" the lion growled.

"If I see you again Aiden, I will kill you," screamed Miranda.

Aiden ran away and got into his vintage black Porsche, screeching the tires as he drove away. Jeff gazed at the lioness; her white blouse was torn and blood dripped from the corner of her maw. Her long blond tresses were in severe disarray, some of which fell in front of her eyes. Her black leather skirt was undamaged. Tears streamed from her eyes as she watched Aiden's departure.

"Are you OK?" Jeff asked.

"I think so. Thanks to you," Miranda replied.

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"Nah, let's get a drink."

Jeff walked her to a nearby bar called The Legalist and took her inside. She went into the ladies room to clean herself up. The lioness came out devoid of her blouse, wearing a black leather bikini top. The stallion was agog over the sexy leonine, staring at her enormous E-cup breasts and curvaceous lines. She had vibrant green eyes and a golden coat of fur; her tail was tipped with a brown brush that swayed with her hips.

"What would you like?" Jeff asked the lioness.

"A long island iced tea," Miranda replied.

"Mack, two long island iced teas please," requested Jeff.

"Coming right up," Mack said.

Mack was a muscular human of Latin descent with long black hair who often wore tight-fitting T-shirts. Many thought he was gay until they asked and ended up in a broken heap. Jeff tended to keep his comments to himself, for he was a lawyer and knew the laws regarding slander. If you commented, you needed to use the words 'in my opinion' to avoid lawsuits. The drinks were brought and they nursed their drinks for quite a while before saying anything further.

"Hey aren't you The Stallion. I think I've seen you on television. I love your advertisement," Miranda commented.

"Thanks. Did you know that lion who was abusing you?" Jeff asked.

"He's my ex. He can't get over the fact that I'm no longer his."

Miranda gulped down the rest of her drink and her long tongue lapped at the bottom of the glass. Jeff was enraptured by the sexuality she exhibited and did not doubt Aiden's continued infatuation with her. The lioness removed an ice cube from the bottom of her glass with her tongue and sucked on it lasciviously.

"That's some tongue you have there," commented Jeff.

"It has other uses as well," replied Miranda seductively.

Jeff was held in a gaze of desire as she looked at him. He could smell her heat as he savored his drink.

"Want another?" asked Jeff.

"Yes," Miranda replied.

"Hey Mack, two more," Jeff ordered.

"Coming right up," Mack acknowledged.

Another bar patron came up to them on Miranda's side, a leporine.

"Hey wanna come to my place?" he slurred.

"No thanks," Miranda replied politely.

"Come on! You don't want to go home with this asshole do ya," the bunny slurred more assertively.

"Leave me alone. Or, I'll rip your ears off!" The lioness growled her last words and the bunny went away quickly.

"You could have stood up for me," Miranda told Jeff.

"You seemed to have that under control," Jeff defended himself.

"Alright. You did save me once today."

Jeff stopped at two drinks since he had to drive, but Miranda consumed several more that night. The horse carefully guided her from the stool; a milky puddle covered the chair where she sat. Her estrous cycle was in full peak. Jeff led Miranda to his burgundy Jaguar and drove them home. His house was a gargantuan sprawl in the hills with a spectacular view of the city. The gates opened with the touch of a button in the car as the Jaguar pulled into the circular driveway. Miranda had fallen asleep during the half hour drive and Jeff had to wake her to lead her in.

He led her in to shower and sleep in his spare bedroom. He heard her retch before the shower started. He did not think he was going to get lucky tonight. Jeff went into his room and divested; he normally slept in his boxers. The shower ended and he heard a door open. A naked lioness stumbled into his bedroom; missing her room completely. He gawked at her naked-furry cleavage, in awe of their magnitude. The stallion guided her to the guest room and watched over her as she slept; making sure she did not drown in her sleep. He lit a cigarette relishing the smoky haze.

Jeff fell asleep in a chair by the bed and awoke in the morning with a kink in his neck. Miranda was still asleep. He was glad today was Saturday or he would have been late for work. The lioness was peaceful in her slumber as he watched. About an hour later her eyes flickered open and she grimaced with a pounding headache. Jeff retrieved some aspirin which he handed her with a bagel and water.

"Do you have any meat?" she growled hungrily while looking at the bagel in disgust.

"I don't have any. I'll need to get some delivered," said Jeff.

The equine went into the other room to call the grocery store delivery service. He ordered some beef steaks, which arrived an hour later. Jeff had no taste for animal flesh, so he only offered a steak to her. He watched as the lioness consumed the raw meat with tenacity, nearly sick at the sight. Miranda went to sleep again and awoke in the afternoon refreshed. She wore one of his shirts and nothing else. Miranda kissed Jeff amorously; her rough tongue stroking the top of his palate. The kiss was awkward but passionate given the distinctly differing shapes of their muzzles. She tasted of mouthwash, which he was grateful for. He did not want to taste animal flesh.

Miranda did a seductive dance as she slipped the shirt from her frame. Jeff was entranced by her huge cantaloupes as they jiggled with her dance. She turned away from the equine wiggling her hips as her tail swayed serpentinely. The lioness danced towards the walls spraying them with her scent. She lifted her buttocks to expose her juicy labia and twisted to lap at her own fluids; her tongue lapping the milky fluids from her vulva. Jeff was enticed. His equine member was engorged; his boxers were unable to conceal his excitement.

"Is your penis spotted like your fur?" Miranda asked gesturing towards his cock.

"Yes." the stallion replied.

The lioness ripped off his boxers and engulfed the brown and white rod in her maw. Miranda stroked his heavy chocolate balls as she slathered his shaft with saliva. Her rough tongue stroked his dark glans as she stimulated him. His head spun with her aroma, his balls pulling tight from the stimulus. He released in her mouth with a snort. Miranda savored every drop as she stood back to dance some more. The lioness turned her back to him as she lifted her tail and showed her pussy to the equine inserting her middle digit into her wet loins; her finger was dripping with nectar when she removed it. Miranda then squirted him with a stream of her urine drenching his chest. She was such an animal. Jeff hardened again as her wanton dance continued and she began to massage her breasts hardening the nipples. The lioness was very hot and his head swam in a haze of desire.

Jeff stood up as Miranda moved to the leather couch and kneeled on the armrest resting her arms on the pillows below. He slid his huge 25-inch cock into her as she murred. Jeff could not slip the entire member into her, but plunged into her depths as far as he could. Her fluids dripped onto the leather to stream down in rivulets. The horse whinnied as he rammed her; the lioness thrashed on the shaft growling fervently. Croaks reverberated from the walls of the sprawling living room with each withdrawal and advance. Claws tore into the leather ripping into the padding beneath. Jeff wished he would have taken her elsewhere, for this couch was expensive. He was lost in the moment as his fervor took control. A flood of juice spurted from her as she shuddered intensely. She roared vociferously as she came. Jeff bucked her relentlessly as Miranda became euphoric with tempestuous tremors.

Roar after roar echoed through the den as his pole was drenched with her emissions. The equine watched her breasts waggle as he glided into her savagely. The lion brush swatted him in the face nearly causing him to sneeze. Jeff increased his pace snorting with each spirited lunge. He advanced into her more deeply, coating her nook with his ropy cream nickering as he came. His ejaculation filled her to the brim. His dense ooze seeped from her canal gradually as he slipped his softening member from the lioness.

"That was wonderful," Miranda gasped.

"You are so hot!" Jeff moaned.

"Again?" Miranda asked.

"Not yet," Jeff replied. "Let me catch my breath."

The lioness stood up and beamed mischievously at her equine lover. She walked towards the corner of the room and squatted giving him a rear view of her flower. Jeff was drooling in anticipation. Miranda squeezed her vaginal muscles ejecting his pasty semen onto the carpet with a poof and splutter. A considerable pool of the fluid was ejected from her canal. She crouched over the puddle lapping at his juices, savoring every drop. The stallion had caught his breath ready to rut with her again. The lioness crawled towards a red and black oriental rug that decorated the entry way.

"Please don't claw up my rug," Jeff pleaded.

Miranda rolled over onto her back with her claws facing upwards. Jeff walked over to her and kneeled. He immersed his mast into her, able to probe deeper than previously. The pouch had been stretched to accommodate him more fully. He prodded inside her nearly piercing her cervix with each thrust. The lioness squirmed beneath him screaming boisterously. Her claws dug into his back as she was overcome with carnal spasms. The equine gazed at the lioness enjoying the pleasure reflecting on her face. He was close to releasing inside her. The stallion withdrew and stroked his shaft. With a groan, he sprayed her torso with a torrential spray. She was coated from tits to pussy with his dense gravy. Miranda licked some of the fluid from betwixt her cleavage and massaged the saline ooze into her fur. The stallion stood up and pissed on her; the yellow pee drenching her fur further.

Jeff walked over to the couch, overturned the shredded pillow, and reclined. Miranda joined him nestling her head atop the stallion's chest. He stoked her hair as she rubbed against him. He felt her vibrations as she purred in contentment. The stallion considered himself lucky that he had rescued her. He had never been with a female like Miranda before. His parents had often tried to set him up with members of his own species, but he found them to be homely nags. Jeff drifted into a light sleep feeling the warm lioness beside him.

A banging at the window awakened them with a start. Several robed figures were slamming against the glass trying to get in. They were safe behind the reinforced panes of safety glass as long as they only pounded it with their hands. An ear-splitting roar vibrated the windows. Jeff ran to his room, put some jeans on, and armed himself with a baseball bat. He went to defend his lover. The robed figures had departed. The equine glanced outside to see a shredded ferret nailed to a board; it was a warning. He found the lioness crouched in the corner quivering with fear.

"Do you know them?" Jeff asked.

"Yes. They are Aiden's friends. They want me back," Miranda replied.

"What are you going to do?" Jeff asked.

"Stay away from them. You'll protect me won't you?"

"I'll kill every one of them if I need to. Let's call the police."

"No. Some members of the police force are with them," said Miranda.

"We have to get out of here then. Maybe go to Nevada," suggested Jeff.

"Let's go."

Jeff felt a hard blow to the back of his head and collapsed into unconsciousness. He thought that one of the leonine had snuck into his home while the others were distracting him. The stallion awoke to find himself alone on the couch. He looked around the room. There was no sign of Miranda. He found himself shivering and covered in yellow liquid. It appeared that more than a single leonine had urinated on him. It was then that he noticed the manila envelope on the coffee table. Jeff picked up the envelope, unthreaded the clasp, and withdrew its contents: a cell phone and a note. The equine read the short note carefully.

To The Stallion;

If you wish to save Miranda's life, bring $200,000 to the

location we'll designate in a few days. Failure to deliver

the monies will result in her death. Involving the authorities

will also result in her death. Keep the enclosed cell phone

with you at all times.

Aiden

Jeff pondered the note for a while and then went into the bathroom to clean the piss from his fur with a shower. His head still throbbed from the blow he had received to the head. He closed his eyes as the warm water flowed through his mane. He wondered just who he was dealing with. The stallion washed the remainder of his body contemplating his next course of action. He had to learn more about them. It then dawned on him that he should contact his friend, Michael Turiline. Michael was a leonine and an assistant district attorney for Los Angeles County. Jeff hoped that maybe his buddy could offer some insight into these lions. The stallion dried himself off and then slipped into a black velour bathrobe. He walked through his now lonely home and entered his study. He sat in his leather chair at his pine desk and withdrew a cigarette from the center drawer. He lit the herbs and inhaled deeply releasing the smoke with a sigh. The phone made the dial sounds as he punched in the numbers.

"Hello this is assistant district attorney Michael Turiline," a familiar voice greeted him on the other end.

Jeff was silent for a moment. "Hi Michael, this is Jeff."

"Hi Stallion. How you doing bud?"

"Not too well. I need your help."

"What is it? Women or money?"

"Both," Jeff sighed.

"Sounds complicated. Who was she?"

"A lioness named Miranda."

"You were messing with a predator."

"It's not like that. She was kidnapped by her ex-lover."

"Do you know their last names?"

"No."

"I'll see what I can find on local leonine activities."

"Keep this between us," Jeff insisted.

Jeff lounged around his home for the day after calling his office to tell his secretary that he needed to take a few days off for an emergency. The cases could be handed over to the other lawyers on staff for the week. The stallion just lazed around smoking and moping. Michael came over after work with a stack of files.

Jeff thought his friend looked good in a cheap purple suit and gold shirt. His mane was slicked back for a well-groomed look. The stallion had known him since law school at Stanford. They had even taken classes together before choosing different legal directions. His direction led him to the money; Michael's led him toward public service. Michael once made a pass at the equine, but Jeff told him he wasn't into same-sex action. That may have put a slight damper on their friendship, but Jeff hadn't wanted to become part of that lifestyle. Their friendship endured the rejection.

"Come on in, Michael," Jeff invited with a wave.

"It smells like urine and cigarettes in here. I smell lion stud urine. Mm..."

"Let's go into the study," Jeff insisted. "Would you like a drink?"

"I'd like a gin and tonic with a lime wedge."

Jeff went into the kitchen to fetch the drink and to make himself a highball with Jack and Coke. When he returned from the kitchen he found Michael at his desk with several folders out and opened. The equine lit a cigarette and offered one to Michael.

"No thanks. I quit a couple of years ago," Michael said.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" he said while blowing a cloud towards the leonine.

"Go ahead," Michael replied with a soft cough.

"What did you find?" Jeff asked.

"Nothing in this area. There were quite a few suspicious deaths in Big Sur though."

"Tell me about them."

"Mostly bodies washed onto Pfeiffer Beach," Michael said while flipping through a file. "Here's a male leonine found with his throat torn out and decomposed from time in the ocean. Various species have been found including cervine, simian, gazelline, leverine, suilline, hominine, and etcetera. They also found several dead lionesses."

"That must be where the pride lives."

"You better be careful or you could end up a victim too," the leonine stated worriedly.

"I'll be careful. I got a .35 revolver to bring with me."

"Shouldn't we involve the police?"

"The note stated they would kill her if the authorities were involved."

"Let me get some officers to track you discreetly when you depart," Michael pleaded. "They can use unmarked vehicles."

"Alright."

"I think you should just forget about her."

"I can't do that!"

"You are really smitten with her aren't ya?" Michael teased. "Women are more trouble than they're worth."

"I know your point of view."

"Well, I have to go," Michael stated handing the files to Jeff and finishing his drink.

The stallion showed his friend to the door and then collapsed onto his bed. He kept the phone on his nightstand. Tears welled in his eyes as he reflected on his time with the lioness. He would save her he swore. The equine would remain in his home for two more days before the phone rang on the morning of March twentieth. It was now Wednesday; she had been taken on Sunday.

"Jeffrey Limms? Do you have my money?" Aiden growled.

"Not yet," Jeff stammered.

"Well, go get it! You have two hours," Aiden finished and ended the call.

Jeff dressed himself in blue jeans, a black T-shirt, and slipped his black leather jacket on. The equine opened his closet and tried to recall the combination to his safe. He remembered it had something to do with his long since deceased mother. He then recalled it was the day she had married his father, also long since deceased. The stallion turned the dials and opened the large metallic box. He only kept a little money inside, not enough for the ransom. He retrieved his pistol from the safe. He slipped six bullets into the cylinder and shut the chamber. He put the revolver into his left jacket inside pocket and extra bullets into the right inside pocket.

The stallion closed his house up and opened the door to his Jaguar. He noticed the warning and took it down placing it in his trash before entering his car. The vehicle had usually been housed inside his garage, but it had been left outside since he brought her home. Jeff thought he'd replace the couch and have his home cleaned by a service after this was over. He didn't like the scent of the Aiden's piss. He slipped the key into the ignition and started the car. The engine started smoothly with a low revving sound. The automobile drove outside the gate and the gate closed behind it. Jeff's first destination was First Credit Bank. The equine went into his bank, withdrew two hundred thousand dollars, and slipped the money into the cash bag he requested from the teller. He was a good customer, so the teller gave him a cash bag without any complaint. It had taken him an hour to get the cash. He went to a nearby doughnut shop and bought a cinnamon roll and coffee black. Jeff sat there at the shop waiting impatiently for the call. The stallion lit a cigarette and savored the flavor of coffee and smokes.

The cell rang and he answered quickly.

"Do you have my money now?" Aiden roared.

"Yes," Jeff responded.

"Good. Now drive to Big Sur. You have six hours." Aiden finished and ended the call.

Jeff headed for the freeway. An unmarked car tailed him from a distance. The equine popped in his Coldplay compact disc and made the long drive to Big Sur. He made good time going fifteen miles above the 65 mph speed limit. He hoped no cops would stop him along the way. With one tailing him, he didn't suspect any interference with the journey. A few hours later he made it to Big Sur.

The cell phone rang about five hours after arriving. It was now close to eight o'clock in the evening. The stallion had pulled aside the cliff to view the crashing of the oceanic waves while he waited for a long time. He had been nibbling on some sugar cubes to assuage his hunger.

"Now I'll guide you to the drop point," Aiden said.

"I'm listening."

Jeff turned on his lights and started the engine. With Aiden guiding him, he made his way to a secluded beach with caverns and several rocks jutting from the center of the beach. He parked his car and started forward. The soft beach sand made soft scrunching sounds with each step of his hooves. The light of a full moon should have illuminated the entire beach, yet the light was quenched by hungry clouds and approaching fog. The drone of waves buffeted the wilderness. The fishy, tangy scent of the ocean inundated the senses. The secluded beach was extremely dark without significant development; the equine could barely distinguish the trail. In the distance he spied a bonfire.

"Look for the bonfire and you'll see us," Aiden whispered and ended the call.

The stallion walked forward carrying the money bag and feeling his pocket for the reassurance that he was indeed armed. As he approached the bonfire he saw Miranda tied to posts hammered into the beach floor. She was on her back and stripped naked. Miranda gave him a smile like she was glad he came to rescue her. He saw Aiden clad in a purple robe and seven lionesses clad in burgundy robes. The firelight from the bonfire illuminated their leonine eyes wickedly. Miranda was on one side of the bonfire and the other eight lions were on the opposing side. Jeff walked towards Aiden and away from Miranda. He now stood facing the pride. Jeff could smell the pungent, sensual aroma of lionesses in heat.

"Throw me the money Jeff," Aiden roared.

"Let her go free first."

"No. Money first then we'll free her."

Jeff threw the bag at the purple-clad lion who caught the bag and handed it to one of the lionesses.

"Now let her go."

"In time. She'll go free, but you won't," Aiden stated with a grin.

Jeff pulled out his revolver and aimed it at the leader of the leonine pride.

"Do you think you can kill all of us?" Aiden challenged.

"I can kill you."

"My lionesses will take any bullet meant for me."

The stallion fired the revolver with a deafening crack, but a lioness leapt in front of Aiden taking a bullet to the right shoulder. Jeff then felt leonine jaws clamping down on the back of his neck. The gun dropped from his hand that had gone numb. He couldn't see who was biting into his neck. Aiden came forward and clamped his jaws on the front of the equine's neck. The hold on the back of his neck was released. He watched as Miranda stood next to Aiden. He cried when he realized that Miranda had been bait to lure him there and the biter of the back of his neck. He hoped that Michael would be able to save him now. Jeff blacked out as the air was suffocated from his lungs.

The stallion awoke to find himself tied securely to the posts that Miranda had seemingly been tied to. His clothing had been removed. He watched the eight lionesses and Aiden held hands around the bonfire. They appeared to be a close-knit pride. The nine lions slipped out of their robes to dance naked about the flames. Jeff looked at Aiden and realized he couldn't possible have felled him with a blow to the stomach. Aiden had twelve-pack abs, massive pecs, and monstrous-veined biceps. Jeff had never seen such a powerful looking being.

The stallion laid there watching the backs of the dancing lions. Jeff looked in the opposing direction when he heard four uniformed officers and Michael approaching. They had found him. It was then that Jeff noticed that two of the officers were leonine, one was cervine, and the final one human. Michael led the group.

The dancing lions turned to face the approaching police. Aiden gestured to the officers. The leonine officers faced the cervine and the hominine. Michael was unaware of the treachery and kept walking forward. The leonine officers lunged at the other two officers and clamped their jaws over deer and human necks in a suffocating death grip. The victims collapsed to the sand. The uniformed officers, one male and the other female, stripped out of their uniforms. Michael found himself alone before the pride. Michael noticed that one of the lionesses had a bandaged shoulder; Jeff had shot one of them.

The police leonine joined the pride which now numbered nine lionesses and two lions. Aiden glanced at Michael quizzically.

"Would you like to join us? You look like a healthy leonine," Aiden invited. "What do I smell on you?"

"I don't know," Michael responded.

"You must be gay. I don't smell arousal from the presence of lionesses in heat."

"I'll join you if you let the stallion go."

"No. He is going to be sacrificed at midnight."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Go ahead, but leave your gun with me."

Michael handed his automatic pistol to Aiden and strolled towards Jeff. Michael noticed that the stallion had been stripped of his clothing. The assistant district attorney approached his friend noticing the impressive length of his horse cock.

"I don't know if I can get you out of this Jeff," Michael sighed.

"Are there more officers coming?"

"I don't know. I think those leonine officers may have called them off. It was the human officer that was tailing you."

"Is there anything you can do?" Jeff pleaded with a frightened look showing the whites of his eyes.

"The only way I can save you is to challenge the king of the pride. If I fail, we'll both die."

"I'm going to die here!"

"I'm going to challenge him. If I survive, I get anal," Michael said with a wink.

"Anything. Just save me," Jeff said with a hint of irritation at his friend's joking tone.

"And I thought you were a tough stallion. I can't wait to have your dick inside me."

Michael wandered over to the pride and removed his clothing.

"So are you going to join us?" Aiden asked.

"Yes. And, I challenge you for leadership."

"Don't be a fool," Aiden growled. "I guess I have time to put you down before midnight."

Aiden and Michael walked into a clearing away from the fire. The nine lionesses and the other lion encircled the combatants. Aiden stretched his massive muscles, extended his claws, and roared menacingly. The king brushed long furs of his tousled mane away from his eyes. Michael gazed at the king in awe beginning to regret his decision to challenge him. Michael roared anemically in response to Aiden's roar. Michael leaped at Aiden and was felled by a backhand, blood dripped from the corner of his maw where he had been struck. Michael regained his footing and ran towards the king. This time Aiden was too slow and Michael bit into his shoulder. Blood dripped from the bite and Michael put more power into the chomp rending tissue from the shoulder. Aiden punched Michael in the jaw trying to dislodge the teeth. A little more effort and Aiden succeeded in removing Michael from his shoulder. Michael then attempted to slash at Aiden with his claws. Aiden dodged and took up a position behind him. Aiden grabbed hold of Michael shoulders and pulled him to the ground. The king then wrapped his legs over those of Michael pinning him on the group atop of Aiden. His arms wrapped about Michael's neck in a rear-necked choke position. Michael was helplessly pinned. Michael struggled to escape the grapnel but was unable to escape. Exhaustion overtook Michael as his breathing was constricted.

Aiden released his grip and rolled Michael onto his back. The challenger was so exhausted he could only lie there helplessly. The king sat on Michael's legs and dug claws into his shoulders. Jeff watched in horror as Aiden began to rake Michael's back as if he was swimming through blood, tissue, and hide. As gaping wounds were inflicted to his back; Michael grunted, mewled, and sobbed painfully. The spectators cheered in bestially. Aiden was going to make this last as long as he could. A pool of blood coated the sand around the dying lion. Ribbons of Michael's hide fluttered in the oceanic breeze. Michael began to pant shallowly as he went into hypovolemic shock. Michael's tongue lapped at the side of his mouth in intense thirst. Aiden continued to rake his back until Michael shivered a final time and died with a gasp. Then Aiden stood up; his fur was matted with blood. The king had a wild look in his eyes from bloodlust.

Jeff watched the lion's approach. He was to be next.

"Do you have any final requests?" Aiden asked Jeff.

"A cigarette," Jeff asked.

The male lion that had previously been uniformed approached with Jeff's leather jacket. He withdrew a cigarette from the pack in the front pocket and a lighter. He slipped the cigarette into Jeff's mouth and lit it. The lion brought the cigarette to his mouth for each drag. The stallion closed his eyes to savor the nicotine. He turned to the lion assisting him.

"I'm Jeff," he introduced himself.

"John," he responded.

"Why don't you challenge Aiden while he's winded?"

"It's forbidden to challenge on the same night after a previous challenge has been completed."

"Why?"

"It keeps multiple challengers from ganging up on the leader. If I had joined in the melee the lionesses would have torn me to pieces."

Jeff finished the cigarette and awaited the midnight hour. He watched Miranda from the corner of his eye. He had been so stupid for coming here. Now he was going to die and he had cost Michael his life as well. The other lionesses surrounded Aiden and lapped at his fur with their tongues cleaning blood from his fur. The stallion could feel his penis harden at the sight of the tongue bath. Midnight had finally approached and the lions surrounded him. Aiden approached him and kneeled next to him. Jeff stared at the gaping wound Michael had left on Aiden's shoulder; if only his friend had gone for the throat instead.

"The spring equinox approaches and the time for the sacrifice has arrived. Let it be known that he came to the den by his own freewill not by force."

"Miranda, help me!" Jeff screamed.

Miranda sneered at the equines attempt to save himself.

Aiden gingerly slashed open Jeff's chest as the stallion squalled in anguish. The lion was being careful not to kill the sacrifice before the ritual was complete. Jeff whinnied in excruciating pain as Aiden cracked open his chest cavity. The horse wept as he lay there with his organs exposed to the chilly air. The killer's claws were drenched with equine blood and spatter covered the leonine fur. Aiden reached in and ripped the equine heart from his body. The last thing Jeff saw as he died was Miranda and Aiden sharing his heart and kissing tenderly.

*********

Nearly a year had passed since the night on the beach. Their crimes had not met the hand of justice. A leporine walked out of The Legalist to hear the sounds of a lion attempting to rape a lioness. He knew he had to do something. He recognized her from a year ago, when she had threatened to rip his ears off. This was his chance to have her.

"Hey!" the leporine shouted.

"What! Mind you own business rabbit!" the lion growled.

"Help me!" the lioness pleaded.

"I'll make you sorry if you don't leave," the rabbit threatened.

"She is mine!" the lion roared.

Aiden roared threateningly at the rabbit and extended his claws. The leporine leapt into the air and kicked the lion in the head. The lion backed away holding his head in pain.

"This isn't over Miranda! I'll be back for you!" the lion growled.

"If I see you again Aiden, I will kill you," screamed Miranda.

The lion got into his car and screeched his tires as he drove away.

"Are you OK?" The leporine asked.

"Yes. Let's have a drink," Miranda replied with a grin.

The lioness and the rabbit went inside The Legalist for a drink.

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Inspired by the movie 'Spellbinder' (1988)