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The beauty of the wilderness hid a mysterious and hostile environment for a lone lion like Dhani to survive in. While his own lands were green and lush, the boundaries of the surrounding prides were not well maintained, letting the feline to stray into lands he was not welcome by mistake when hunting, poaching prey by accident. It was rare that he was caught, but the lion knew that his own land relied on the other prides not invading it, so he made efforts to not antagonise his neighbours.

This also meant that Dhani was fierce in his protection of his own territory. While it was a much larger area than he had expected to be able to claim, it was still not a huge amount of space. Prey was not sparse for his own needs, but the places it grazed were close to the border of the lands of a rather aggressive group, who needed little reason to create a fuss about illicit cross-border hunting, and the harsh punishments that came with it.

The morning routine involved a prowl around the border, making sure no one had ventured onto his lands. This was done with one paw close to the flint-carved knife held in a leather pouch strapped to his right thigh. There was no telling who might be skulking around his territory, after all. Once the rounds had been done, it was time to return to his home for breakfast.

Home was a somewhat makeshift structure that was somewhat more like a glorified walk-in tent. Tanned leather hides surrounded a frame made of large branches whittled into shape, with great care to make sure everything was watertight and protected from the elements. It was not much, but Dhani was proud of it nonetheless and took great umbrage when he was given unexpected visitors.

Breakfast consisted of some meats and other foraged things thrown into a cooking pot and cooked until everything was piping hot. Sometimes he’d enjoy some raw meat, but there was just something about making stew that pleased him. Plus, it gave him time to have a nap until the food was ready.

The afternoon would follow an almost identical course, but with food already in the pot, all he had to do was make sure the fire was fed enough to last the patrol time for his return. His cooking wares were kept outside, hanging from makeshift frames that almost served as a corridor to his home, with the frames widening out to the firepit if looking at things from Dhani’s front door. Life was comfortable, if a little dull.

Things became somewhat more interesting one evening as the lion was making his final patrol of the day. Fresh tracks in the dirt had appeared. These were not the usual hoof markings of a beast straying deep into his territory to graze but the unmistakable marking of a single zebra hoof and something being dragged.

Dhani crouched down and gave the markings a cautious sniff. The scent of zebra confirmed his suspicions, but he could not place what the dragged item was. It smelled like zebra but who would drag zebra into his domain? He was already well stocked for food, having managed to capture an antelope earlier that week. The trail was also too thin to be a whole zebra body.

He paused as he thought. Maybe a lioness from one of the surrounding prides had taken pity on him and brought some more food? It had been a long time since he had met any of his neighbours who had not been hostile towards him, let alone one who would perform an act of kindness as grand as to take food from their fellow pride members.

It might also be a trap and food was being placed on his lands so he could be accused of poaching. A dirty tactic, and one that had never been done before, but not outside the realms of possibility. The lack of leonine scent other than his own ruled this out, however. However this mystery zebra had entered his territory, they seem to have come alone.

Dhani drew his knife and crept forwards, following the markings as they led him back to his home. Whomever had crossed into his domain might still be there, and there was a strong possibility that they would not be stopping by for a chat and a cup of wildflower tea.

The path to the lion’s home had been somewhat well worn into the ground over the moons since Dhani had established his territory and the unusual tracks followed it to near perfection. Just a single hoof and a solid line, interspersed with the odd larger mark in the dirt, as if something big and heavy had been dropped. Dhani calculated that this could be the zebra body. Whatever had been dragging it seemed to have required frequent rests as they worked,

Proceeding with caution, Dhani pushed on. The sun was starting to set by the time he arrived home, and the sight that greeted him filled him with both rage and hunger at the same time. A zebra, wearing nothing more than a dirty loin cloth, sat next to his fire. He was helping himself to the lion’s stew. Dhani made sure he stayed hidden from view and observed. The invader would have been sat cross legged had one leg not been thrown out in front of him. A look of pure hunger was plastered all over his face as he ladled out a portion of food, making sure to avoid all the meaty chunks and grab only the vegetables and broth. The hoof at the end of the outstretched leg was bent out of shape and the knee appeared to be swollen. A good reason for the zebra to drag it along.

Dhani could not believe a lame zebra would decide to enter his turf and just help itself to a predator’s dinner. With an enraged roar, the lion sprung from his hiding place and approached. The zebra, startled, screamed and dropped the ladle into the pot, almost upsetting the bowl of food all over himself. He made no attempt to flee, however.

The lion noticed the scent of fear fill the air. There was something else, though. Not just fear but another scent that he almost could not place it had been so long since he had encountered it; lust. It was not as strong as the smell of terror but it was there, and it took Dhani somewhat by surprise. Was the zebra excited by his imminent demise? There was only one way to find out.

Dropping the aggressive stance, the lion approached the fire and sat near the striped horse. Grabbing a bowl for himself, Dhani fished the now rather hot ladle from the pot and served his own portion. With a small gesture he invited the hooved creature to eat while he tucked in to a well deserved meal. Making a noise that sounded like appreciation, the zebra almost dove into the bowl, eating as if he had been starved for days.

As the meal ended, Dhani noticed the intruder seemed more relaxed. The scent of fear had lessened by a considerable level, but was still present in the air. Understandable, he considered, due to the predator/prey dynamic the two creatures found themselves in. The waft of lust, however, had grown and it was becoming more than obvious that, despite his fear, the equine was finding Dhani rather attractive.

When confronted by a hole that was more than willing, by the smell of it, and had brought itself to his home, Dhani decided to take action. Standing up and stretching, he walked over to the horny creature, who recoiled a little but calmed again when the lion sat down next to him. Without a word being spoken, Dhani grabbed one of the striped creature’s wrists and placed the hand onto the lion’s own loin cloth, listening to the zebra’s speed of breathing increase as the injured creature seemed to get the hint and pushed the loose fabric to the side.

Giving a little growl of approval, Dhani laid back and let his new friend explore his body. Nimble fingers travelled over his sheath, massaging and kneading his fur. It was not long before the efforts were rewarded and soon the full barbed lionhood was on full display. With a dexterity the lion had never experienced before, the fingers bringing his shaft to full attention wrapped themselves around Dhani’s member and began to piston up and down in long careful strokes.

The great lion purred as he looked up at the sky. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone take care of his needs like this. The other lionesses were already members of a pride, and therefore had little interest in him, but even they lacked the skill this prey beast had. Either the zebra was a natural at this, or he was far from new to this sort of activity.

The slow masturbation continued for a few moments longer before Dhani felt hot breath against his crotch. He stayed as still as he could to avoid spooking his new playmate as a warm, wet feeling engulfed his lionhood. The zebra took an impressive amount of cock into his mouth, letting the back of his throat tease the tip with gentle vibrations while his tongue worked the underside of the shaft. The almost forgotten sensation almost drove Dhani to explode there and then.

Being very slow and careful, the lion moved an arm up, caressing the scruffy mane on the back of the striped neck as the long muzzle started to slowly creep down towards the feline’s balls, swallowing the length as he went. This seemed to encourage the beast, who started to relax somewhat and begin to get into a flow.

There felt something very taboo about allowing a prey animal to have such unfettered access to a predator’s nether region, Dhani felt, but this only heightened the thrill. If someone were to come by and see the two of them, with the lion balls deep in the zebra’s muzzle… Well, there would certainly be some conversations around the neighbouring prides.

The bobbing head did not let up as the lion let his mind wander. The long muzzle suckling on the generous portion of meat, lips sealed tight around it, with vibrations that teased as much as they excited. The lion soon could bear it no longer and started thrusting his hips towards the eager mouth. Both hands came out and pushed the back of the zebra’s head forwards and into the musky lion crotch. The stripy beast’s breathing started to become ragged as the control he had was taken away and soon the creature was acting more like a fleshlight, turning passive and letting the stronger of the two take command. He made no attempt to pull away, however. Instead he just allowed Dhani to plough his face.

After a few minutes of escalating rough oral, the large feline found himself consumed with a lust of his own. The mouth was nice, but there was another and far more inviting hole not so far away. With a small yet commanding growl, Dhani pushed the zebra away from his cock, letting it fall from the warm confines it had been enjoying. In a swift yet gentle motion, the lion scooped up his prey and flipped him onto his front, eliciting a yell of pain as the damaged leg was caught up in the action.

This sign of weakness fired off every instinct in Dhani’s mind. As the injured animal tried to reposition himself to present himself in a more comfortable fashion, the lion pounced on top. His hips grinding away at the butt presented to him. Soon the spear found its target and with a satisfied growl, Dhani pushed himself inside.

With nothing more than a bit of zebra saliva and pre-cum as lubricant, the sex was dry and rough. Both animals made sounds of pleasure and pain that, had they been in a more metropolitan area, would have brought folks running to see if a murder was taking place. The needy cock, ravished the unprepared anus, barbs scratching and scraping the tight inner walls, yet still the zebra made no attempt to escape. If anything, it felt to Dhani like he was pushing back as best he could, like he was trying to get as much cock into him as possible.

Tears were streaming down the striped face. It was impossible to tell if they were from pain, pleasure, or both, but Dhani paid them no heed. For now the rational part of his mind had taken a back seat, only pure carnal need drove him. The tightness, the warmth, the sounds, they all combined to spur the lion to go harder and faster.

It did not take long for things to settle into a fast, aggressive rhythm. Unfiltered grunts of feline exertion were matched by equine moans through gritted teeth. Heavy golden balls slapped against black and white striped fur as the lion hilted into his target with both speed and force. The lion was on a mission, and he would not be satisfied until the zebra’s bowels were flooded with his seed.

As the breeding continued, Dhani repositioned himself for a better angle of attack. He leant over his prey, pinning him down by resting his hands on the zebra’s shoulders, pushing the striped face down into the dirt. The hooved beast snorted a little at this sudden change of position, but seemed to allow it and appeared to be quite content to let the lion abuse him like this, even if he was now getting an unexpected dust bath to one side of his head.

Dhani grunted with effort as he ploughed the willing, warm channel of flesh he had been given. The scant lubrication created friction against his length and the feeling as he pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust was amazing. It had been far too long since he had felt anything near to as good as this

The lion started to allow his mind to wander a little as his hips pistoned back and forth. Everything felt amazing now but what would happen when it all came to an end? Somehow he needed to keep this zebra here so he could find release whenever the urge called. His partner seemed to be more than willing to take whatever he could give, but would he stick around after his leg was healed? Would he even stick around after the sex? Dhani could not take that risk. It had been so long since he had found a suitable body to breed. Maybe if he smelled too much like a lion, he would be rejected by the other zebras and be outcast from their society. That way he could stay with Dhani. Sure, the language barrier was an issue, but right now they seemed to understand each other just fine. There was always a way, but first the lion would need to impart his scent onto his prey and he knew exactly how to do it.

This thought pushed Dhani over the edge. With the most dominating roar he had, he gave one final thrust into the striped rear and his floodgates opened. Hot seed pulsed into the abused anus with such force the lion almost saw stars in his vision. He stayed deep in the zebra’s bowels as his balls emptied, letting forceful jets dwindle into a little trickle. Once he was sure he finished his climax, Dhani pulled out of the panting equine. He looked down to watch a thin line of his essence leak out of the abused anus, tinged with the telltale streaks of blood that came from a rough and hard pounding. Not enough to cause lasting damage, but enough to know that Dhani had enjoyed himself at least.

After taking a moment to bask in the afterglow and allow his erection to deflate, Dhani got up and walked around to the zebra’s head. Making sure not to make too much of a mess on the ground, the lion gave the striped body a hose down by unleashing a stream of urine over him. The golden shower was brief, but powerful, staining the dirty white fur with a yellow tinge but leaving a strong scent on it. The marked creature made no effort to escape this fate. Instead he lifted his head up, as if begging Dhani to mark his muzzle. The lion obliged this silent instruction as his bladder ran dry. This elicited some very satisfied sounding noises from deep within the hoofed animal as Dhani marked him as his property.

Taking care not to hit any wet spots, Dhani laid back down next to the zebra, scooping him into his chest and spooning with him. Lion paws ventured low until they found the very solid and needy erection of the zebra. It only took a few strokes to relieve the pent up cock of its load, with zebra seed splattering the ground and loud moans of relief and gratitude bellowing out into the night sky.

The two beasts laid there, nestled up against each other, letting their bodies do all the talking words could not. Dhani would open up his home to the newcomer, allow him to heal his injured leg, and protect him. In return, the zebra would help out around the den when he was able to, and offer his body to the lion whenever the feline needed. It was not the most usual of partnerships, but it would serve both of them well.

Not a word had been spoken, but Dhani felt like they both understood. The small whinnies and moans from the exhausted body pushing into his chest seemed to confirm his feelings. The zebra pushed back a little, as if trying to bury himself into the lion’s fur or get even more of Dhani’s scent on him. The lion could not stop a little contented growl escaping in reply, using his arm to hug his new pet with a powerful embrace. Together they laid on the ground, under the stars of the night, until they both fell into a satisfied and peaceful sleep.