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Mdogo the honey badger was waiting when One Eye came to Tame Camp.

"Good evening," the little badger growled, having picked up the phrase from the humans he talked to.

"It is," growled the lion. One Eye was a battle-scarred veteran of the veldt. He'd ruled two prides, the first with his two brothers. A male lion's life is a constant battle and when first one and then the other brother were killed by rivals he had to flee. He wandered for a time, took another pride, and lost an eye when he was once more driven out. A long claw scar ran down the left side of his face, across the sunken, empty socket.

Though he had lost his share of battles and had no pride to call his own, he was a powerful beast, large even by male lion standards. Like many a wanderer he'd come to Tame Camp, drawn by the truce between animals and the readily available sex. The few lionesses who came here were not interested, but he'd learned to be broad minded.

"May I," growled Mdogo. The old lion nodded and the honey badger scrambled up onto his back, digging his claws into One Eye's dense mane. He planted himself behind One Eye's shoulder hump and peered from side to side as the lion walked.

"You have gained weight," rumbled One Eye. Mdogo was less than a tenth his size, but there was a certain heft to the plump badger he hadn't felt the last time Mdogo rode on his back.

"I ate a human!" Mdogo said brightly.

"What, a whole one?" One Eye rumbled. At a fork in the camp trails the honey badger tugged on his mane and he took the right fork. "Not just a piece this time?"

"Oh yes," growled the little badger. He shifted his weight and One Eye took the next left hand fork. They passed by a campsite entrance and heard rapid, high pitched grunting. One Eye guessed that a band of male baboons were taking turns with a human.

"Not a young one," rumbled One Eye, who knew the camp rules. "It must have been a very small woman."

"Not too small," Mdogo said smugly. "She was angry at me and threw rocks. I lost my temper. Next thing I knew I had her half swallowed. I could have spit her back up, but why would I do that?"

"Why indeed," One Eye rumbled. They passed by two female gazelles, who would have bolted away the second they saw a lion or honey badger anywhere else.

Humans weren't the only lovers animals sought here at the Camp. The truce between animals meant they could satisfy curiosities they'd held their entire lives. This was the only place a gazelle could end up with a lion inside her, or a male gazelle end up inside a lion, and survive the experience.

One Eye let Mdogo nudge him past the gazelles, though from the look of them they were interested. "In a little while," the badger on his back murmured.

One more turn and they came to another campsite entrance. Most sites were at the end of a short connecting trail but this one could be seen into from the main way. Humans who came to this one had no objection to being seen, whatever they were doing. Tonight no humans were present, just another male lion.

One Eye would have passed by, but Mdogo pressed a claw into his mane and he turned into the campsite.

"New here?" One Eye rumbled. A human would only hear a growl. He sat close enough to talk.

The other lion grunted. "Not so new, old man."

One Eye looked him over. This lion was young and muscular and lean, weighing perhaps two-thirds what he did. One Eye could overpower him in a fight, but probably not overtake him if he ran. With age came strength and wisdom, but not speed.

"I see the camp parasite has found you," growled the new lion, spying Mdogo clinging to One Eye's mane.

"He is useful," rumbled One Eye good-naturedly. "He can talk to the humans."

"Bah," growled the new lion. "I don't need to talk to humans. They let me know if they want me."

Though he was young, there was a healed scar along the new lion's left haunch. Not a claw mark, it was more likely some prey animal's horn had dug in. Perhaps it was this injury that led the lion to the camp.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," rumbled One Eye. "Where do you hunt?"

"Just outside the camp," growled the young lion. "Many animals come here, and sometimes humans leave. There is much prey just past the trees."

"There is indeed," rumbled One Eye, who saw now why Mdogo guided him here.

"I'm One Eye," rumbled the big cat as he rose to leave.

"Bora," growled the other lion. This translated to "Better," because naturally it did.

With the least tug of his paw Mdogo caused One Eye to turn and peer past Bora. Bora curled around to follow his gaze and in the moment he was distracted One Eye struck with all his strength.

He turned as he stood, bracing three paws and lashing out with the other. The whole force of his huge body's turn went into the paw as it slammed against Bora's cheek. The little badger had maneuvered him carefully and Bora's head bounced off the tree trunk they sat beside. The double impact rattled the younger cat's skull and Bora dropped as though hit by an axe.

The sudden turn would have thrown the badger off his back, but Mdogo knew it was coming and clung tight to his mane.

"He will only be stunned for a moment," whispered Mdogo into One Eye's ear. One Eye nodded. His jaws were already opening for Bora's muzzle.

The lions hereabouts were different from most in other parts of Africa. While they could not talk to humans, they were uncannily smart for big cats. Most of the males were well endowed by lions standards and some of the females had truly outrageous abilities. One lioness who visited the camp was known to eat humans, hyenas, and once even an entire male lion with her sex.

One Eye was not that talented. He had to eat Bora the old fashioned way, with his mouth. He got his jaws around the young lion's head, pushed his muzzle forward, and swallowed.

Dry mane rasped through his mouth as his throat took a grip on his meal. A bulge moved through his mane as Bora's head slipped deeper, and with a push of his muzzle he took in the younger lion's neck.

One Eye twisted his jaws from side to side, working his jaws over the young male's torso where the forelegs connected to the body. Just then Bora recovered from the blow.

Bora blinked awake and found his eyes gummed shut by gullet slime. One Eye gulped and wet flesh slithered past Bora's cheeks as a great contraction of the swallowing muscles pulled him along. In inky darkness he realized what was happening and unsheathed his claws.

Lions don't make it to One Eye's age without knowing how to fight. He had positioned his body crossways to Bora's so the young lion's hindpaws couldn't easily reach him, and the moment Bora moved he did his best to pin his forepaws with his own.

It was a silent but savage struggle. Bora knew what was happening and that if he didn't stop it he'd be merely a meal for the older lion. Not wanting to end up as a regurgitated mass of mane fur he put all his strength into the fight. One Eye was larger and stronger but it was impossible to swallow Bora while keeping his claws at bay. Neither was able to breathe and if One Eye ran out of air first he'd have to cough up his meal.

That could only lead to the messy, noisy fight that Mdogo had tried to avoid. He jumped off One Eye's back and trotted around behind Bora. Timing his attack between the young lion's frantic kicks, he darted in and sank his fangs into Bora's balls.

In sudden agonizing pain Bora went stiff, his tail trembling next to Mdogo. One Eye let go his grip on Bora's forelegs, pulled at the young lion's chest, and swallowed with all his might. Bora kicked at Mdogo, but by the time he managed to dislodge the tough little badger One Eye had him swallowed past the elbow joints of his forelegs and they were firmly pinned to his sides.

All but helpless now, he tried to kick at One Eye with unsheathed hindclaws. Mdogo darted in to deliver another bite and One Eye, no stranger to unfair fights, dragged Bora along, swallowing only when the younger lion's legs were trapped beneath him. One Eye got a bleeding scratch down one foreleg, but his mane blunted most of the swipes. That was what it was for, after all.

When Mdogo finally backed off to a safe distance, his fur ruffled and blood on his chops, there was nothing left of Bora but kicking hind legs and a thrashing tail. One Eye sat back and tossed his muzzle upward, gradually getting his maw around the younger lion's haunches.

Bora was truly desperate now, his head in One Eye's stomach and with his eyes and lips stung by the digestive juices that would consume him if he didn't escape. Unfortunately, despite his desire to not take a trip through the other lion's bowels, it was too late to stop it. The rubbery stomach walls refused to slip between his fangs when he tried to bite, and his forepaws were stretched out in the slimy gullet unable to accomplish anything. One Eye swallowed again and more of Bora was squeezed into the stomach after his head.

One Eye heaved his muzzle up, swallowed, and Bora's hindpaws hung from the corners of his mouth. Another gulp and all that was left was the lion's tufted tail, sliding slowly out of sight.

The swelling in his middle was already alarmingly large and it kept growing as he swallowed Bora. With the young lion's hindpaws nearly to his stomach throat One Eye's throat was finally mostly clear. He sucked in a wheezing breath past the tail in his gullet, shut his jaws with a snap, and swallowed one last time. The tuft of Bora's tail slipped into the corner of his mouth, never to be seen again.

The bulge in his middle changed shape, swelling lumpy with the shape of a curled up cat. One Eye let out a mighty belch and with that Bora was no longer a proud young male lion who thought with his balls and stomach more than his brain. He was now just a meal for an older, wiser lion.

"Ugh," groaned One Eye, as his stomach twitched with an inner struggle. "That was hard. Last time I did this, I had to cough my meal up later so I could drive off some other males."

"That won't happen here," growled Mdogo. "Take all the time you need to digest him." He pointed a paw at the struggle beneath One Eye's belly fur but the big lion was already muffling it with his forepaws. One Eye and Mdogo were keen for the young lion to take a peaceful trip through the old one's bowels, but Bora was doomed whether he fought or not. There was no way he'd tear himself free before he suffocated.

Mdogo hopped up on One Eye's haunch and from there scrambled up onto the heaving bulge of swallowed lion. Even with his new fat he only weighed a bit over forty pounds, but this was not the first full belly he'd been on. Little but strong, he dug his forepaws expertly into the bulge and broke loose a bubble of air.

One Eye let out a long belch and relaxed as the struggle inside him weakened. It would take a while for acids to fill the voids between the young lion's limbs, but the few sips of air in One Eye's stomach weren't enough to sustain Bora. Short on air even before he slid whole into a hungry belly, his struggles were so weak now they barely moved One Eye's pelt.

"The Sisters haven't been here since he showed up," Mdogo explained from his perch atop the belly. "My mistress might have overpowered him, but he wasn't interested in mating with her. And I couldn't talk him into approaching any of the big grass eaters."

"Which leaves me," One Eye growled. Two swollen to easily move, he sprawled on the dirt as Bora fought his last fight.

There was a muffled sound from beneath One Eye's stretched fur. A plea for mercy, a complaint, a curse? Neither the lion nor the badger paid any attention. There was a last kick beneath the fur, making Mdogo twitch where he sat, and then a long slow gurgle as the acids flowed in. They displaced the last sips of air and a final burp from One Eye marked Bora's transition from proud young lion to food.

One Eye looked down at the lumpy bulge. "Big Sister or your mistress would have shown him a more interesting way to die," rumbled One Eye. "Sucked into a female's sex and digested. That is the way to go."

"It's all the same in the end," growled Mdogo. "He'd still end up as shit." The two 'unbirthing' ladies at the camp had peculiar internal anatomy. Into their pussy, out of the asshole. No one could explain it, and it is hard to ask a pile of lioness or honey badger droppings how things worked in there.

Mdogo hopped down off the bulge and nodded to One Eye. "Thank you. He was a problem. The longer he hunted around the camp the worse it would be."

"You pointed me at him like a spear," One Eye rumbled. "If you were any bigger, no one would be safe."

"I wish," the chubby little badger said cheerfully. "Now wait here a moment."

"So I shall," rumbled One Eye, belly full of a week's worth of food. He would struggle to keep it from dragging if he tried to go anywhere.

The temptation was to sleep off the meal, but he'd come to the camp to do something else. Sure enough, Mdogo came trotting back into view with the two gazelles in tow.

They were among the smaller animals you came to the camp, hardly heavier than Mdogo though tall and slender compared to the low-slung badger. One Eye dwarfed them even before his meal. Anywhere else they'd run for their lives at the sight of either of the predators.

This was not anywhere else. "Is that Bora?" Said the larger, eyes fixed on the vast bulge in One Eye. "It could not have happened to a nicer lion."

"He was an asshole," said the second. "He wanted me, but I didn't trust him." She turned her head and looked at Mdogo, whose muzzle was beneath her tail and whose tongue was busy.

"I've always wanted to visit with a lion," said the first. "But I want him to be inside me, not the other way around."

"Here is your chance," One Eye rumbled. "I am very full, and at your mercy."

"Go on," said the second gazelle, and the first stepped forward and licked One Eye's balls. A lion has a short, thick sheath and it only took a few licks to make a pink tip appear. Her tongue moved to his sheath and One Eye unsheathed, barbed cock bent toward her by the silent bulge of swallowed lion.

Like most male lions his cock was longer than a human's, but unlike some he was as thick as one. It disappeared into the gazelle's muzzle as she treated One Eye as her personal salt lick.

"You could be the first gazelle to swallow a lion," One Eye murmured. This was a lie, or at least an exaggeration. Several male lions had been swallowed by gazelles here at the Camp. She would be the first to swallow this lion, though.

But not with her mouth, it turned out. She pulled off, leaving him wet and stiff against his belly, and climbed up onto his swollen middle.

"Serves you right," said the gazelle to silent, slowly digesting Bora. Draped over the bulge, she shifted from side to side until One Eye's tip slipped in. With a groan she settled down and impaled herself.

"You will have to do the moving," One Eye rumbled. "I would crush you now if I tried to climb on top."

A little later a group of African wild dogs trotted by the camp site and stopped to look. There was a gazelle with her front hooves on a very full lion's belly, chirping in pain as she rode his barbed cock. Nearby the second gazelle was belly down on the dirt with a honey badger enthusiastically fucking her.

"That is a big bulge," said one of the dogs. "Do you suppose it's Bora?"

"It was," said a second dog, who recognized the curled up shape. "It isn't any more."

The pack of dogs moved on down the trail, but two females and one male spotted dog turned into the campsite. A last bubble of air was broken loose from somewhere inside One Eye's sloshing belly and the gorged lion belched. He did not object when a canine muzzle slipped between his thighs and beneath the bouncing gazelle to lick his balls.

Mdogo growled, his haunches shivering, and dismounted the gazelle. The first thing he saw was a she-dog moving her tail aside for him and he promptly mounted her. That provoked a yelp of surprise as the little badger was hung better than she suspected. He had just ejaculated, but his sturdy penis bone and musteline endurance meant he could do this all day.

The male dog was soon atop the second gazelle, and no sooner did One Eye snarl and come in the first than the other she-dog took the herbivore's place on his cock. Lions, too, can fuck all day, just via a different method. Not one hours-long fuck but dozens of quick ones.

A she-hyena happened by the campsite a little later, took one look and joined the fun. That was the thing about this campsite. If you wanted privacy, you went somewhere else.

No one much liked Bora hereabouts and the word of his fate spread. One Eye did not get much sleep over the next few days as one animal after another rewarded him for his efforts. There was plenty left over for Mdogo. That he benefited from Bora's gurgling digestive fate was just a happy side effect.

When One Eye's belly was nearly empty and practically all of Bora was consigned to the nearest camp midden, Mdogo went off and fetched his mistress. Ten times her mate's size, the she-badger fit nicely beneath the old lion. The sucking grip of her carnivorous sex soon milked a load of cum out of him and he bit her tough furry nape as he came.

Balls exhausted, for the moment anyway, One Eye dismounted and rubbed his cheek against Njaa's. Mdogo was off doing his camp duties and they shared a quiet moment between fucks.

"There will come a time," One Eye rumbled, "When I am too tired and weak, or too hurt to go on. Mdogo says you could swallow a lion with your sex. That is how I will want to go."

Njaa was smaller than he, but not by much. She looked him over from muzzle to tail, and smiled.

"You would be a very big meal," she growled, before moving her tail aside so he could mount again. "But I think I could manage."