Prideless
Sean had been waiting for this job his entire life. As a child, he grew up reading Geography of the Nations magazine. He'd read the articles on the science of man, the medicines of furs, and the lost tribes of both. But like all children, Sean grew up. Now he worked for the magazine, a dream come true. But it still took several years before he took the assignment of a lifetime.
He'd been picked to record the mating habits of the Asan, a tribe of lion anthros. They were a miraculous group of furs, cut off from the rest of the world, they were an anthropologist's dream come true. An unmarred view of ancient days. And Sean had been chosen to see them for himself. For weeks he studied how to interact with them should they confront him. He knew the basic skeleton of their language, culture, everything he needed to know to keep from getting killed.
Armed with only a video camera, jeep, and basic survival supplies, he was off. After many days of travel, he came across the Asan territory. The African sun beat down on him hard. He thought he'd die of heat stroke before he found them. Stopping the jeep, he dug around for his water supply. It was warm and far from refreshing, but it certainly replaced what he'd been sweating. As he drank from the canteen, he noticed two tan figures in the distance. Trading the water for a pair of binoculars, he discovered it was a lion and lioness mating in plain view. Ignoring that he'd missed the beginning of the mating, he hurried to get his camera. Even if it had it in jumbled pieces, he'd get those recordings if it was the last thing he did.
Perching the expensive piece of machinery on a sturdy tripod, he zoomed in and started recording. As he watched through the view finder, he became more convinced that Geography of Nations was just legal porn. The lioness was pinned beneath her mate, chest buried into the dust as he pounded away at her. Both creatures were pure muscle, and just watching her conquering got Sean horny. There was no affection between them, just pure lust and the need to procreate. Eventually he was able to break away, zooming the camera out, showing how far away the other tribe members stayed. No one dared to interrupt the male. The other females just lingered in a circle around them, hoping to be next. It seemed there were no other males, a show of the alpha's strength. Focused on his job, Sean did not know what hit him next.
One moment he was in the jeep, the next he was laying among the Savannah grass, looking up at a lioness. She held him down, eyes glazed over, as if she had been drugged. But this was mating season, she'd been taken over by heat. One so powerful, it seemed she'd even take a human. She wore only a skirt and a traditional collar, covering her shoulders, down to her chest. Her breasts hung heavy. She wasn't bad looking for an anthro. In that moment, he'd forgotten all that he'd been taught to communicate with them. But it seemed he didn't need to know their language. What she wanted was universal with women everywhere. Glancing to the jeep, he noticed the viewfinder staring straight at them. It seemed it had swiveled when she took him down. How fortuitous. This was a golden opportunity, one he could not pass up.
Cautiously, he reached out to hold one of those heavy breasts, the lioness gasping lewdly. Sean took the other, massaging the teats until her grip weakened and she completely fell under his control. He was nowhere near as strong, powerful, or muscular as the pride's leader, but here was an Asan lioness under his whim. He continued to play with her, pinching and tugging any bit of sensitive flesh he could find. She growled and seemed to purr at times like a house cat. They rolled, Sean on top this time. Now her eyes sparkled in anticipation at the taking. There was no love. Only lust. That what he told himself as he lowered his pants.
Instead of opening her legs, the lioness rolled again, putting herself on hands and knees. This was the only way to take a female in the pride. Her lifted her skirt above her hips, revealing her soaking sex. It glistened in the afternoon sun like an exposed diamond mine. Her tail thumped at the ground anxiously. Deciding not to waste another moment at the risk of his life, Sean plunged every inch of his sex into hers. Her well oiled womanhood left no resistance, almost making it too easy to get in. But he'd been already resisting since he'd watched his original quarry and now he couldn't stop fucking her. Their cries were mixed, grunting and panting, sweating and swearing as he gripped her short fur just to pull himself deeper. It didn't take long at all for him to cum inside of her. But it wasn't enough. He went on, pushing past exhaustion and strain, emptying himself into her over and over and over again. Her mewls were milky as he filled her with his seed. She took it all, never resisting, only wanting more.
The shadows had grown long when they were finally exhausted to their end. The lioness pulled herself away when he was done, bracing himself against the jeep to steady his shaking legs. She looked at his flaccid member, knowing it good do no more for her, merely returning to its basic, useless state. She left, her sinewy muscles holding her better than his weary body could do for him. He climbed the jeep, pointing the camera after her, watching as she left. He turned it off at that point, wondering what everyone back at the studio would say with footage like this. He decided to make a copy and sell it to an adult film studio if Geography of the Nations didn't take it.
He left the territory days later, finding what he originally sought, not once seeing the lioness again. And when he left, Sean was ignorant of what he left behind, of what grew in her belly.