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“And up you go!" Still disoriented from the sedative, Stripe could only sense a scrap of his surroundings as his captor hoisted him up the tree branch.

As a proud free zebra, Stripe could not help but feel embarrassed for finally being captured by one of the members of the Pride, a clan he spent most of his life evading. It also did not help that the lion took the liberty of ridding him of his clothing and brandished him with something more degrading; tight bondage ropes.

“There you go!" Once satisfied with the height, the lion who pulled the pulley locked the mechanism and Stripe remained secured, hanging upside down by a hook ensnaring his ankles. The effect of the sedation was diminishing thus allowing Stripe to take a peek at his surroundings, particularly his predicament. But doing so only added more blush on his already pink cheek.

“Fnt… (Shit…)" Stripe complained with his mouth full of a rubber gag. He already knew that his captor took advantage of his pacified state to bind him up. But to see it with his own eyes somehow enhanced the humiliation. His legs were bound together at the ankles and knees by numerous thick ropes, robbing the zebra of his main assets. Stripe assumed that he wouldn't be able to break it with his muscular legs, even without the tranquilizer weakening him.

Stripe tried to move his arms (despite the drug) but they were securely held behind him. Even though they were away from his sight, he could feel the similar thick rope securing his limbs in an armbinder fashion, with elbows touching and shoulders pulled back. It would be a stressful position if not for the muscle relaxant mitigating the pain.

“Fhgc! (Fuck!)" But the pièce de résistance of his bondage, and the main source of his bashfulness, was his presented erected equine dick. As if the current bindings weren't tight enough, more ropes wound around the long thick shaft, ensuring it wouldn't sway dangerously. It was a weapon, one would say. But as of now, it was rendered bound and helpless, just like its owner.

But that was not all. A few loops were tightened at the base of his shaft and the base of his testicles. On top of being tight and uncomfortable, they had no purpose in restraining the shaft. Or at least, not in a mechanical sense. They served a different function but Stripe was not about to spend time pondering what it was for. The zebra only knew one thing; he did not like this.

“FHGC!!" The sedation had worn off and the zebra was taking the opportunity to wiggle his way out of his bondage. But little he could do being bound up tight as he was, except for swaying enticingly, like a fly in a web. Like a prey cornered by a predator.

“I wouldn't bother struggling if I were you." Stripe was able at least to turn his head to the source of the voice. The voice of a lion who was responsible for apprehending him. The zebra recalled the incident of his capture, as the familiar charming leonine smile approached the apprehensive zebra.

“I crafted those ropes myself. Made from strong thread and woven thickly to withstand your kin's insane horsepower. No pun intended." The lion chuckled at his own quip, but Stripe showed no response. Just intent dissatisfied staring at his hunter's eye. Mane knew how to fix that.

“But feel free to struggle. I love watching you squirm." That sparked a fit of anger in the captured zebra. Enough for him to attempt another breakthrough now that there was no chemical obstacle weakening his nerves. But true to Mane's words, the rope persevered, especially the ones on his legs. Proud of his stamina and leg power, Stripe had achieved multiple physical feats with his trusted hoofs. But today, he was instead introduced to the first time his legs failed him.

The zebra continued struggling regardless. But little did he know, Stripe had indirectly obeyed the lion's request to see him squirming. Mane did not bother to point that out. Why would he? He was enjoying the show as his new prey danced to his voyeuristic whim.

Mane was unlike any other lion who was prideful, egoistic, and boastful. He was smart. And charismatic. And has a knack for craftsmanship and alchemical knowledge. This was how he had managed to create those ropes and sedatives that caught many of his prey before Stripe. And that was not all that he was good at.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself." It took a while for Stripe to register the fact that the lion had been staring at his naked and bound body. It took another second for the zebra to realize that the lion was right in front of him already. “Mind if I join in?"

“HMPH!" Without warning, claws started groping Stripe's vulnerable chest. The zebra immediately flinched away from those wandering paws, fearful of their sharp features scratching his sensitive pecs. But with nowhere to go, the zebra was helpless against the lion's barrage of molestation.

Mane was sadistic. That was what all his previous victims claimed. How he would toy with his prey before fucking them senselessly afterward. With that in mind, Stripe was dreading the upcoming event. It didn't help that those scratching claws turned into pinching paws that paid close attention to the zebra's perky nips.

“FTHP!!! (STOP!!!)" More groans of protest escaped Stripe's gagged muzzle, but they only encouraged the lion to go further. The nipple torment escalated to new heights, where the pinching evolved to twisting, followed by pulling. Occasionally biting and suckling. Mane took note of the zebra's non-stop throbbing.

“Fuck… That's so sexy." Satisfied with his tease, the lion paused his torture to announce his thoughts. “I can't wait to hear what you sound like when I fuck you up." Upon hearing that declaration, Stripe could not help but let out a disapproving grunt (as if he had a say in the matter). But Mane picked it up. He then smiled as he schemed a way to break the zebra's unrelenting spirit.

“I see you still got some fight in you." After the comment, Mane walked away for a brief moment. A moment in which Stripe took full advantage to rest after the pectoral torture. But that was short-lived when the lion returned with something in his paw. Something familiar. “Now let's have some fun."

“Hf fht-! (Is that-!)" The black and white equine turned pink once more when he saw his well-kept secret in Mane's paw. It was a rubber material, particularly phallic in shape, which Stripe's arse was very familiar with; His Dildo.

“Who would have thought that the fastest stud of the Savannah was also a bottom slut. Now that I think about it, that would explain your huge ass." Stripe was burning with shame at the thought of his hidden desire being found. By a lion no less. “But I have to confess, if it weren't for your horny moans, I couldn't have caught you."

Realization struck Stripe, as he recalled the moments before his capture. He was enjoying one of his alone time with his favorite inanimate object, somewhere secluded as usual. But as he was about to reach the precipice of his masturbation, he felt a sharp prick on his neck. He remembered the shape of a dart before the zebra's whole body went limp. And that was when Mane appeared!

The following scene went as follows; unable to move but still perceive, Stripe was overwhelmed by the confusion and shame as the lion proceeded to tie him up and brought the zebra back to his campsite. He was so shocked by the ordeal, that he did not notice his dildo was also confiscated by Mane. Now that he had witnessed his favorite toy presented in front of him, he was overwhelmed once more. “Gnvm ht bhcg!"

“Give it back? Oh... I intend to." Stripe realized he made a mistake a bit too late. Unceremoniously, the lion reached the zebra's behind and shoved the dildo right up his ass (or down, cause he was overturned).

“HRGGHH!!!" The dildo was of considerable size, but thanks to Stripe's experience pleasuring himself with that toy, the phallic toy went in without much resistance. There was also the fact that the dildo was already lubricated (how generous of the lion).

“Wow! You took that like a champ. Hahaha!" Shame brought the zebra to anger which in turn encouraged him to make more attempts to break free. But before Stripe could clench the dildo out of his ass, Mane had already finished tieing off the base end of the dildo to the zebra's butt. Which means, it was not coming off without the lion's mercy.

“THGM HT HFF! (TAKE IT OFF!)" It wasn't painful per se (since he was used to it multiple times already). But the crushing revelations of his capture and sexuality, one after another, left the zebra emotionally uncomfortable. Thus leaving him physically vulnerable to harmless stimuli such as getting anal penetrated.

“I wouldn't clench too hard if I were you. I made some modifications to that toy of yours." Mane could not help but sound giddy as he was about to explain his craftsmanship. “The rubber is surprisingly firm yet squishable with the right pressure. So I made a hollow compartment inside where you can store, preferably, something fluid and expel it with a simple act of- I don't know… squeeze its shaft or something like that." Stripe did not like where this was going. Realizing that his prisoner realized the predicament, Mane could not help but smile sadistically.

“I may be lying though. So feel free to struggle all you want." The bait didn't land. Stripe knew the lion was telling the truth. After the previous explanation, the zebra finally noticed an invasive trickle of some kind of liquid within his rectum. It didn't help that it was also sticky and warm, reminding the zebra of the typical male essences.

“NHHH!!!" The humiliation was enhanced by a few folds and that prompted Stripe to struggle in his bondage once more. Even though he was aware that it was both futile and would make things worse. But that was when he realized two things. One: The return of a familiar numbness of the same tranquilizer that was used to catch him. And two: Unbearable horniness which placated the zebra further.

“Well, that was quick. You must have quite an ass to be able to squeeze out that much from the dildo." The lion jested. But Stripe was too distracted by the craving to either reach his cock and jerk it off or use the dildo to fuck himself toward orgasm. Of course, being bound and sedated as he was means he was denied from reaching those goals.

“Whht dnd nhh dh th mm…? (What did you do to me…?)" Despite the drug, Stripe was still able to voice out his complaints. And despite the gag, Mane understood his prey perfectly.

“The sedation I used on you was titrated from an aphrodisiac my kin used." Mane decided to humor Stripe. “It was weak stuff, so I experimented a bit and tried to make it more potent. Coincidentally, I also found out that it makes for an excellent muscle relaxant when mixed in a certain way. And voilà: A liquid popper-tranquilizer. A concoction in that dildo which is now making you horny." To prove a point, Mane reached and grasped Strike's erected dick.

“HMPH!" Calling it sensitive was an understatement. It had been a while since Stripe's dick was this hard and for the bottom zebra to actually desire a tight hole to fuck. Mane's slow and methodical stroke with his sharp paw did nothing but aggravate the horny zebra further. In desperation, Stripe gave up trying to break free and stared pleadingly at the lion holding his dick captive. The zebra practically begged his predator to jerk him off till completion. And jerked he did.

“HMPH!!!" Mane benevolently sped up his stroking, taking full advantage of the zebra's thick and long shaft to push Stripe right on the edge. The lion paid close attention to the ring in the middle of the shaft, knowing full well that it was a weak spot for most equine. The same held true for Stripe as he started to moan uncontrollably when feline paws danced around the ring salaciously. It didn't take long before the telltale signs of pleasurable peak.

“H- HM CHMMNNG!!! (I- I'M CUMMING!!!)" Or at least he would have, if not for the tightly wound ropes around his cock and balls, robbing the zebra of his ability to orgasm. After a few seconds of being stuck at the edge, did Stripe realize that he could not cum. But still, the stimulation did not stop. As a matter of fact, the moment Mane saw the realization on his prey's face, he double downed on the handjob, genuinely trying to push Stripe off the edge.

The lion knew that the zebra couldn't cum. Mane's sadistic ass just wanted to see Stripe break.

“FTHP! PLMHFM FTHHPP!!! (STOP! PLEASE STOOPP!!!)" Mane complied with the zebra's plea, but not completely. He stopped the stroking, but his malicious paw never left the throbbing mast. He maintained a firm grip on that sensitive organ, to remind the zebra who was really in charge of their dynamic. Not that Stripe could nor would argue.

“FHGC…! (FUCK…!)" If he was not sedated, Stripe would have humped pathetically at the gripping paw. The edging may have stopped, but he was still intoxicated with the need to climax, slowly (and frustratingly) coming down from the sexual high. His dick throbbed to his heartbeat, pumping more of the aphrodisiac through his vessel. To have the lion's paw maintaining resilient pressure didn't help either. Stripe willed enough energy to look at his captor in the eyes once more. For another tired but desperate appeal.

“Plmhfm… Lmt mm chm. (Please… Let me cum.)" He knew the lion was entertained by his suffering and would most probably prolong his torment by denying him the sweet release. But he was too horny to the point of losing his sanity. So lustful that he would do anything. “Plmhfm…!" Mane noticed that desperation. And that was when he proposed.

“Okay. I'll let you cum. But on one condition." The zebra did not have time to register those phrases before he felt the rope suspending him suddenly loosen. Bound as he was, Stripe would have face-planted on the grassy soil. But instead, he fell into the lion's powerful embrace as he cradled Stripe in his arms.

“I get to fuck your ass and claim you as mine." As if Stripe could not get any redder after everything he went through. His shame skyrocketed to new heights as the zebra was awestruck by, not only the lion's strength nor his handsome smile but the imagined hot scenario of getting fucked in the ass by this hunk. “So, what will it be? Get fucked or denied?"

“Hrgh!" Stripe snapped from his daydream to hear the lion's ultimatum. But what really caught his attention was when his backside registered the feeling of a warm granite. Mane had placed the bound zebra's back on a slab of stone and positioned him accordingly. Stripe's attention was further caught when the lion spread the sedated thigh and placed his already rock-hard dick right in between.

“!!!" Wide eyes and tensed anus. Stripe salivated at the mere sight of the majestic feline cock, equipped with fine barbs and ample girth. To further sell his pitch, Mane proceeded with a simple gyration, effectively hotdogging the zebra's juicy arse. Right on top of the dildo-stuffed tail hole, teasing the prey with a preview of a good time. Not that Stripe needed any more persuasion. “Plmhfm!"

“Please what?" It was obvious what the zebra wanted, but Mane wanted to hear it word for word (even though Stripe was gagged).

“Plmhf-!" There was a small hesitation. But he yielded. The zebra took a second to steel his resolve. “Plmhfm, fhgc me… (Fuck me…)" A decent effort, but not enough for the lion.

“What's that? I didn't hear you." Mane made a small thrust with his hip to nudge the base of the dildo. But that small hump was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

“PLMHF!!! (FUCK ME TILL I CUM! MAKE ME YOURS! I BEG YOU!!!)" Of course, those words were all muffled, but somehow Mane picked it up anyway. So without further delay, the dildo was swiftly yanked off and immediately replaced with a powerful thrust straight into the swollen prostate.

“HHHH!!!" It was not pain or discomfort, but just the overwhelming pleasure of finally being taken. The lion's dick was not as wide as the dildo (still decently girthy). But his length and barbs would eventually compensate for it. When the fun really started.

“You're good?" Trying not to overload the zebra's senses, Mane waited for his prey to accommodate his dick. Stripe nodded after a few deep breaths, slightly blushing at the thought of his superior captor making an effort to care about his well-being. “Good. Cause I'm about to really fuck you now." That statement was emphasized when Mane pulled out, leaving only the tip inside.

“HHHH!!!" It was the barbs. Going in, they were barely felt as was. But going out, they scratch the zebra's inner lining as if they were lion claws claiming their prey. It hurts. But in a good way.

“You like that?" Judging by the melodious moan and throbbing dick, Mane was convinced that Stripe liked it. Stripe nodded again, but frantically this time, not wanting the lion to stop. “Haha! Glad to find someone who can appreciate a good barb. Well, you better buckle up, 'cause it gets better faster." The thrusting accelerates. Gradually and 'gently'. Despite the enthusiasm, Mane didn't want to leave any permanent damage, even though he knew the zebra could take it. But it was kinda hard to ignore Stripe's masochistic moans.

“Hhhh…! Hhhh…!" Eyes closed shut and face burning red, Stripe's expression was filled with perseverance and pleasure. He was trying his best not to pass out from the intense stimulation before his well-deserved orgasm. But the zebra knew he was still denied of blissful release until those tight ropes gave him mercy.

“Chm…! Plmhfm lmt mm chm…!" The lion picked up on the message and proceeded to cut those binds with his claw. The moment those restraints loosened, Stripe could feel a surge of relief, as if a dam had opened up. He could cum. He just needed to push himself off the edge, but he was reminded of his bondage when he instinctively tried to reach for his dick. “Hhhhnn!!!" So close yet so far. The sedation was starting to wear off again so mild squirming was visible. Alas, Mane had other plans.

“I hope you can cum hands-free. Cause that's the only way I'll ever let you cum." With that declaration, Mane reached full throttle and sent Stripe into a pleasure rollercoaster.

“HHHH!!!!" Stripe moaned to the plains of Savannah as worrisome feelings lingered at the back of his mind. He always struggled with anal orgasm and could never consistently achieve it. He didn't want to blame it on the dildo and its size. But there was always something missing. But somehow, this evening, with this whole scenario, the zebra was convinced that he could get it. He just needed the lion to cum inside of him.

Something the lion didn't need any assurance to do. Mane was already lost in lust himself, as he somewhat poisoned himself with the same aphrodisiac when he fucked the zebra and douse his dick with the sedative (which actually made for an excellent lube). As much as Stripe, Mane wanted to cum then and there. And he couldn't find a better place besides the hole sucking him greedily.

He was looking for one small push. A harmless act of superiority to turn on his domination kink. Stripe was surprised when Mane removed his ball gag so that he could kiss him.

“Hmph?!" On top of the hot make-out session, the lion never stopped thrusting. He was pushed to the edge and was about to reach orgasm. Stripe felt the erratic change in the lion's rhythm and figured the telltale signs of an incoming climax. The zebra reciprocated the embrace to coax the lion's dominance. Safe to say it worked.

“HRGHH!!!" The zebra predicted correctly, as Mane groaned while still kissing him. Stripe was further convinced when he felt hot sticky liquid sprayed inside of him. In turn, the feelings of being dominated by a stronger and superior living being managed to also push the zebra off the edge.

“HHHHH!!!" With his cock still loosely bound on top of him, Stripe's long equine cock sprayed white essence all over his chest and face. Throughout this whole sequence, the lion never stops thrusting, throwing them both further up the peak of ecstasy. Mane finally found an ass that craved for his dominance and Stripe achieved orgasm with just his masochistic qualities. Thanks to the drug, the climax lasted a good dozen seconds.

The kiss broke as their orgasms ended and the grassy field was filled with silence except for the heavy breathings of two beastmen. They stared at each other as they collected themselves, exchanging warm air while deep in thought. Stripe was still hard. Bound, matted with semen, and sedated, the zebra's cock was still standing proud and tall. That caught the lion's attention, so he approached it with one of his paws.

“Well lookit here… Looks like someone didn't have enough..." Stripe was too tired to do any kind of reaction to the lion's tease. He could just revel at the nice massage Mane's fingers were providing. The lion wasn't trying to coax another orgasm out of Stripe. They were just relaxing. Like playing with a stress ball.

“Hey, listen…" Still no reaction from the zebra except for an upward glance from Mane's playful fingers to his possessive eyes. “I'm gonna be straightforward and say that I got a crazy proposition. Live with me."

“What?" Finally a response from the zebra's ungagged muzzle.

“You heard me." Mane reaffirmed. “Usually I let go of you poor zebras after testing out the assets. But most of you ended up not enjoying my barbs and making the whole sex sour. It got even more awkward when some of them actually cried." Stripe listened to the lion's explanation but did not get a clue of where this conversation was going.

“But then I found you!" Mane's enthusiasm rose a notch. “I heard from the other zebras that a certain fastest zebra was never caught by any lion before. But just because you were fast doesn't mean you were quiet. Wasn't hard to track you by the river bend when you could moan so loud. To find out that you can take it up your ass was a delight. I just know I had to fuck you up and see how'd you like the real deal." Stripe remained quiet throughout the lion's monologue but his red face could not deny the shame. That gave Mane the green light to continue.

“And turns out, you do like it…" The lion was reaching the crescendo of his manifesto, but his diminishing spirit conflicted with his words. “My barbs are exceptionally sharp. And most holes I fucked always ended up fragile… Let it be a girl's or a guy's… Zebra's or lion's… I mean… I'm well aware that I'm not above finding entertainment from other people's misery. But it's not fun when you're the only one. You know?" The predator actually sounded sad for a moment. Before his enthusiasm returned.

“But yours? You didn't stop squeezing for me!" Stripe moaned a bit when the dick inside of him finally exited, but not before leaving another loving scratch along his inner lining. “See? Even now your ass is still tight and ready for another round. But what's more impressive is how you maintained that hard dick of yours. Most male zebras went flaccid the moment I start fucking them, even with the help of that aphrodisiac. But you're insatiable! Not to mention pretty easy to look at. Especially cute when you have something up your ass."

“You… You think I'm cute?" Red hot cherry tomato. That was what Stripe's black-and-white face looked like. Bombardments of compliments from the lion's lip rendered the zebra awestruck again but he could not help but feel like their conversation got sidetracked.

“Wait. You want me… To live with you?" Paraphrasing the lion's request with his own words didn't help the zebra to understand the situation any better.

“Yeah!!! What do you say?" But somehow Stripe felt it on an instinctual level that this was the way to go. After being banished from his clan for his proclivities, and especially after the life-changing anal orgasm, the zebra knew that he belonged to the lion.

“Sure…" A skeptic confirmation. But a confirmation nonetheless.

“Great!" Immediately after that exclamation, Mane jumped in for another kiss which Stripe accepted willingly. But on top of the unexpected welcome kiss, the zebra also didn't expect a forceful yet slow insert of his familiar phallic rubber.

“HMMMPH!" Stripe was about to gently protest but his verbal privilege was already revoked when the same gag was reinserted into his mouth. Not only that but once the dildo hilted, Mane made extra sure to tie it with a tight knot. It wasn't uncomfortable. But it was definitely there. A persistent presence reminding the zebra of his place.

Stripe didn't have time to reassess his current position before Mane swiftly tied the zebra's hind limbs once more and carried him off to the same tree branch to be hanged upside down again. Once he reached the familiar heights, the lion reached for the still-erected cock, and began stroking it.

“Hhhhh!" Well passed the afterglow and somewhat rested, Stripe's dick was ready for another go. So it was not hard to coax pleasurable stimulus from the lion's handjob. The fact that Mane had resupplied the dildo with another batch of aphrodisiacs also helped to bend the zebra to the lion's liking. Stripe could feel each drop of those drugs from the toy inside of him, making his prostate more swollen and sensitive with each clenching. He didn't know it yet, but Stripe was subconsciously seeing the appeal to his bondage predicament.

“Getting close?" Stripe was indeed very close to his second orgasm. Mane did not need to hear Stripe's eager moan and see his frantic nods to see the obvious signs of approaching orgasm. Tensed thigh, squirmy struggle, and flexed balls. The zebra was right there on the peak. But that was when Mane stopped everything.

“HHHNMPH!!!" Not only was the zebra distraught from the lack of tactile stimulus on his dick, but he was in deeper despair when Mane used the same thick rope to bind his cock and balls once more, establishing the denial. Using what little strength he had left, Stripe looked for mercy in Mane's eyes. Only to encourage his captor's abuse.

“Damn! You look so cute all needy like that." Satisfied with how he stored his toy after playing with him, the lion proceeded to pack his tools to scavenge for dinner. “I'm going out for a while to get some stuff to eat. You like those sour berries by the river bend, don't you? I've seen you eat there a few times." Slightly distraught at the idea of the lion actually going to leave him hanging, literally and figuratively, Stripe was also surprised to hear that the lion knew about his favorite diet. The zebra nodded while he wondered how long had this lion stalked him.

“Great! I'm going now." Before the lion was about to leave, he knelt down to reach the zebra's face level. “By the way, I wouldn't bother calling for help if I were you. We're quite secluded from the rest of the Savannah. You can call this place my special get-away-from-nosy-beastmen campsite. Not to mention, you're mine as of now. And I'm going to make sure nobody's gonna take you away from me." Stripe let out a needy moan at the verbal declaration of being owned by a predator. The zebra became more placid when he saw an approaching paw caressing his cheek.

“But feel free to escape. I love watching my prey attempt to run. Only to fail in the end and become mine to play with..." With that final regard of the evening, Stripe was plunged into darkness, as he was blindfolded with some kind of fabric. It didn't help to calm his lust when he sensed Mane's musky odor emanating from the blinding cloth.

Distracted by the overwhelming stimulus, the zebra didn't realize that Mane had already moved a distance away. All he could pick up then was just faint footsteps moving away from him. Stripe made an attempt to call for the lion back, but true to his words, he was genuinely neglecting the zebra (temporarily) to marinate in lustful needs.

The sedation was taking effect again and calmed the zebra's protest. Physically at least. Mentally and emotionally, Stripe was desperate for some kind of touch. A stroke on his dick, a tweak on his nipples, or a spank on his ass. Anything really. But he was particularly ached for anal stimulation, to scratch his prostate swollen with desire.

“Hhhh…!" Somewhat of mercy from Mane when he left that dildo to entertain the zebra. Every time Stripe clenched the secured dildo squeezed, his prostate would collide with the object, effectively fucking him. Without his eyesight, he automatically imagined a view of the lion who had just violated him. Stripe could not help but moan again as he squeezed the dildo tighter this time, convincing himself of the simulated scene of getting fucked by Mane again. There were no scratching barbs to really stimulate the masochistic zebra. But between the aphrodisiac and the thick dildo, it was more than enough to send Stripe over the peak. Of course, that last part didn't happen.

“HHHH!!!!" The zebra felt the familiar frustrating blockage when his cock and balls tensed to release his essence only to be denied by the infernal ropes. Unable to cum, Stripe had to endure the slow agonizing heat as he dropped down from the high. The stressful ordeal instigated the zebra to struggle in his bondage whether he wanted to or not. But that only resulted in more drugs being injected into the helpless prey. He was stuck in a vicious loop of horniness and denial.

“Hhhh…" Another clench and Stripe could feel his self-inflicting torture begin a new cycle of going back up to search for orgasm, inevitably failing and succumbing to the dissatisfaction of being denied.

“Hmlp… Mhftmr… Plmhfm…" It was a cry for help. A half-hearted one. He knew the lion was telling the truth that there were no other living beastmen within their close vicinity who would be able to hear his cries regardless if he was gagged or not. The cry was for his captor instead. Or at least it was a prayer.

A hope. Expecting Mane to come back anytime now and release the zebra from this torture. He couldn't tell how long has the lion left. Maybe a few dozen minutes. Praying it would not be a few hours. Stripe was losing his grip on the reality. But with nothing left to do but hang around blindly, the zebra imagined multiple scenarios of what he could and would do to convince his predator to let him cum.

Hopefully, Mane would go straight to anal, and fuck the cum out of him. If not, maybe some fellatio. Stripe had some practice with that dildo of his and he could try his tongue on the real deal. The zebra also pondered the possibility of the lion finding his hoofs appealing.

One thing was for sure, Stripe could not wait for Mane's return.