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Chapter One

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

Glad to be in the cool of the house, Ace brushed a sweaty lock of mane away from her arched neck. She had spent the morning working under the hot African sun and already felt the need for a shower. She stalked through her home, equine hooves clip-clopping over the smooth, wood floorboards. At her heels followed five human males, naked bar the hair cropped close to their skulls and the rope harnesses encircling their bodies, which she'd knotted off so that the end scraps of rope didn't get in the way. Ace held the ends of five lead ropes in her left paw, her stride confident and muscles relaxed. It was not as if they would try to escape. The rope was more for show than anything else. Rope was easily shredded by a predator's teeth and 'her' lionesses did so love to unwrap their meals, slicing away restraints as if to uncover a gift.

The black mare yawned. Pushing open the door that separated her living quarters from the lionesses' private sanctuary, she called out a greeting, shaking the lead rope to 'gee' the males on. They were getting slow.

Not that it mattered.

The sanctuary had been furnished explicitly for the comfort of the intelligent four-legged lionesses who more chose to live with Ace than she chose to keep them there. Faux rocks for basking dotted the room and a heat lamp scorched half of the sanctuary while the rest plunged into relieving shade. A raised sleeping platform hung from the ceiling in the centre of the room, boasting every manner of comfort in fine cushions and blankets for the lionesses to sprawl over. There was even a luxurious pool in the far corner, cleaned daily, for the felines to enjoy a refreshing dip and cleanse their fur.

It was the mural stretching around all four walls, however, that Ace liked the best, depicting the lionesses hunting in the savannah, crouched low to the ground as they stalked hapless gazelles and wildebeest. It showed them at their finest, eyes bright in that moment before they burst into deadly motion.

The lionesses appeared and disappeared as they pleased, disappearing for days into the Savannah upon occasion. They were in universal agreement, regardless, that Ace's stock was far too delicious for them to waste time on such tedious pursuits as hunting for more than simple sport, so they always returned for dinner.

“This is late for you," Afia purred, padding up to Ace to rub the full length of her body against the equine's hip.

“We're busier than I ever could have hoped for." Ace smiled and rubbed the glands on the lioness' muzzle, making her purr. “I do hope I haven't kept you hungry, ladies."

“Not too much so." Delilah leapt from the raised sleeping platform, licking her lips with a long, pink tongue. “Though I will not deny that I could do with a snack."

“Now, now." Ace laughed. “Patience. We have a visitor that I would like you to meet first."

“Someone to meet?"

“Yes, just one moment – she was following at my heels."

True enough, the faint sound of a second pair of hooves echoed into the sanctuary and a chestnut mare with a fiery mane trotted in, chest heaving from her heated jog. Moving swiftly in the middle of the day was like dragging oneself through quicksand. With a quick flash of a grin to her friend, Ace, she raised a paw in greeting to the lionesses. Delilah's eyes locked on to the naked males, though the remainder of the pride bobbed their muzzles politely in return, tails swishing.

“Amethyst! How kind of you to join us!" Ace teased, dropping the lead ropes to embrace her friend in a light hug. “Any later and Delilah would have stalked off with one of the boys behind my back."

Ace paused, a small smile upon her lips.

“That is only half a joke."

Delilah cleared her throat and kneaded the ground.

“I trust that you would not deign to keep us waiting any longer?"

“Of course not." Ace spread her arms. “Please, enjoy the cream of my crop."

Delilah and Afia turned as one and, if a lion could leap lazily, they executed the motion perfectly. A young male with plenty of meat on his bones found himself the victim and, before he knew it, claws ripped into his side, jaws closing about his throat to crunch into his jugular. He collapsed to the floor, whimpering and gurgling as blood spilled from his throat, yet never once tried to crawl away, accepting his fate in his last moments as the lionesses fed with a ravenous, inspirational hunger. Their muzzles fell bloody with the meal and roused the attention of the others lounging upon the sleeping platform, padding down one after the other to take their share of the delectable livestock.

“Afia..." Delilah grumbled through a mouthful of meat. “You are well aware I prefer them alive. And squirming."

“Meat is meat." Afia rolled her shoulders back in a shrug. “You should simply enjoy it."

“I enjoy it my_ _way."

“Wow..." Amethyst's ears pricked as she watched the lionesses, eyes intent. “Is it always like this?"

“Scared?"

Ace raised a teasing eyebrow and Amethyst balked, jabbing her in the ribs hard enough to make the mare squeal.

“What makes their dicks so big?"

Amethyst tilted her head to one side as if trying to work out a problem and stared at the males milling about without concern for their fellow being devoured. The sound of bones cracking rang through the air.

“Blunt, aren't you?" Ace laughed and snapped her fingers, calling one of the smaller males closer to here. “Let me show you."

The blue-eyed male took four steps closer and stood stock still, looking straight ahead of him as Ace ran her paws appreciatively over his meaty body. He was not obese by any means – though the lionesses could have the heavier males from her stock if they liked – but rippled with fine meat, his large genitals hanging low between his thighs. He shifted his weight when Ace's trailing fingers reached his shaft and she stroked the length, proud of her stock and eager to take any opportunity to show them off.

“It's simple diet." Ace rolled her balls between two paws and hefted them up. “Feed them right and the livestock grows and grows."

Raising her head, a younger lioness named Lerato, licked her chops, eyeing the males genitals with a longing look in her eye. She had not been swift enough to claim the most delicious morsel of their current meal, muscled over by the older, wiser lionesses. But there were four other males left for the taking, whenever she was next hungry. She met Ace's eyes and inclined her head, amber eyes patient.

“This one is pleasing," she purred, pawing the leg as the lifeless male disappeared before their eyes. “Though there is not enough on him to feed all today. I am confident your friend will not mind us choosing a second course for the noonday meal."

Ace's ears flicked thoughtfully and she tapped Amethyst on the shoulder. The mare started, so engrossed was she in watching the lionesses feed, delighting in every morsel of their meal.

“Which one do you think would taste best to the ladies next, Ammy?" Ace smirked, challenging her friend. “Can you choose one?"

Amethyst suppressed a grin and frowned, pretending to consider her choice.

“Hm..." She pondered. “How about...that one?"

She pointed to a tall male who stood with his hands held behind his back. His brown eyes were downcast as he looked at his bare feet, cock hard and bobbing in the air.

Delilah smirked a lionesses smirk.

“He looks divine."

This time, Lerato was at the head of the pride as she stalked closer and, to Amethyst's surprise, the male knelt down and offered his throat to her. Lerato did not take the offered throat but pushed him over on his side, diving into the sweet meat of his penis with a sultry growl that reverberated around the room. Amethyst watched with her heart pounding, unable to drag her eyes away from the ferocious display. Why did the male subject himself so willingly to death? Why did he still himself when pain trembled through him, presenting himself as nothing more than food for the hungry felines? Amethyst swore the male smiled as pain wracked his body and the lionesses tore strips of meat away, taking pleasure in the fine art of feeding. They did not care for the wellbeing of their meal. He was not sentient: he was meat.

Ace swallowed a groan and pressed her thighs together, feeling the traitorous dampness grow in her underwear. She could not remember what she had put on that morning but she was sure they were soaked through with her own arousal. Why did it have to look so delectable when they were devoured? The metallic scent of blood tickled her nose and she bit the inside of her cheek, fighting against her need to shove her paw between her legs. Not when her friend was there! What would Amethyst think? The mare in question, who had never seen a feeding before, alternated between admiring the lionesses and observing them eating with morbid fascination, experiencing the normal ambivalence between grisly fascination and revolution.

She dragged her attention away, striving to focus on anything else to conceal how turned on she was, how much she needed release. Delilah was not eating and Ace's arousal was more easily thrust down while she focused on the lioness' wellbeing. Her lips twitched and she reached out to stroke the lionesses head, calling her attention to her.

“Are you not hungry, Delilah?" Ace murmured, concerned for her friend; what if Delilah was falling unwell?

The lioness shook her head and yawned.

“I will eat later, have no worry for me."

Delilah cast her eyes over the males and padded to the sleeping platform, sprawling on her back with her legs spread. Parting her jaws in a feline grin, she called the remaining males to her with a low chuff. They would know what to do. Ace had trained them well.

“I have much to enjoy in the meantime."

*

Dear Diary,

It was as wonderful as it always is to see the ladies feeding. The first death was not slow today. It was swift and deadly and volatile. The boy's neck crunched as Afia sealed his fate, blood spilling down his front into her fur. They dug into the best bits straight off – I'm so glad that they enjoy the meat. The genitals never last long so I'm sure they like those best even after tasting so many. Though they would never fight, everyone seems to want those. I wonder how they taste?

I do so hope the lionesses enjoyed their meal today, though Delilah seemed a little off. It's not like her to turn away from food, even if she did take the other boys off for some of her more preferred fun. It's good that she gets to enjoy them in that way too. Sometimes I think I'm the only one with that interest.

I hope Amethyst didn't notice how turned on I was. Maybe she was too? I couldn't tell, I wasn't thinking of that, there was too much going on. I swear I could smell my own arousal over all the blood and sweat of the boys! It should be wrong – I'm not a predator! – but it feels so right. Typical, isn't it? The blood, sharp teeth, life draining away, second by second... I cannot help but embrace its allure. I need to have one of the boys between my thighs again as Delilah is slowly and patiently devouring him. She'll take her time so I may enjoy it more. It was amazing last time we did that. The boy kept licking right up to the point where the light faded from his eyes.

With the party coming up, I don't know how I'm going to keep myself under control with so many of the boys around. They all have to be cooked, sliced up and devoured, all for the pleasure of the predators. I can sneak a taste myself from time to time. The whole time I'm there, I'll just be thinking about dragging one of them off to eat me out, until I send them to their fate in the belly of a predator. My harem is ever changing and I adore their final breaths. The party must be held – it's too late to back out and it's the best time to parade my stock. No, there has to be some way to enjoy and survive the heat.

I must be discreet.