Meet Me on the Savanna (Patreon Extreme)
In all of its ecological majesty the savanna shined as a beacon of wild diversity for those that inhabited it. This magnificent stretch of land hid within the shadow of a modest mountain range, the size of which would often overcast the great area in the evening. It had just become the wet season a few weeks ago and a bustling thunderstorm was beginning to grow in the distance, thick billowing clouds that flashed lightning every so often.
The sun had just begun to set and the dark fingers of the mountain's shade had started to creep over the tall grasses and trees. On this day a group of zebras had collected near a line of trees, their patience not being one for the mountain, and thus a cool reprieve from the sun was sought. They sat, stood, and socialized. Two families and a few outsiders were what had come together. The young would often go off to frolic and play among the weeds but they always stayed close by in the case of lurking predators. Their caution was very well founded.
Not too far away, hunched down in the arid flora of the savanna was a lone lioness, her golden eyes gleaming as she stared at her would be prey. A small hill made for excellent cover, and as she lied on her stomach as she began to wonder what was taking her pride-mates so long to rendezvous. She had spent the past half-hour stalking the group of herbivores and she was getting hungrier by the second. She tried to calm herself down with the reminder that it was all well worth the wait. She had gone without food for the past couple of days and she was itching to sink her teeth into some bloody meat. Just the thought made her salivate.
Of course she couldn't just hunt for herself, there was the pride to think of, but the lionesses always got the first fill. There was also no way that she could take down any of the zebras herself, a coordinated effort was required. Which was where her sisters would come in, if they would ever show up! She cursed their tardiness as she felt her stomach give a growl.
Her eyes had been fixated on one zebra in particular, a strong large male that had begun to slowly wonder further and further away from the main group. He was clearly not apart of either family but there was no doubt that he'd have his pick of the females if there were any that weren't mated. He was handsome and powerful, his naked striped body portraying the physique that often came with his kind.
One on one he would likely be able to kill her, assuming she didn't get the jump on him. The thought had come to mind of her being raped by his impressive cock and her heart began to race. She could see his huge sheath and the relaxed equine dick that dangled between his legs. Every time he would bend down to gather some grass into his mouth his rubbery phallus would bounce and sway between his thighs. She shifted her lower body a bit and a deep purr emanated from her chest. She was getting wet just from the thought.
She, like the other females of her pride, was lithe and strong. While not adorned with quite as many muscles as her potential meal, she certainly wasn't lack for strength. Even now as she stayed prone, her legs and torso bulged, arms flexed as she did her best to remain motionless. She was as gorgeous and stunning as any others of her sisterhood, a perfect example of a killing machine ready to be properly used.
She was the tallest female among her group as well, and while she was promised to the leader of her pride, she didn't stop herself from flaunting what she had to the other males. It was often the case that fights would break out, but she didn't care. She would only ever let the strongest breed her. Her large breasts were often the desire of many, her full ass a tantalizing treat to the eyes. She loved walking past her mate's competition and stroking a soaked paw against their cheek or through their mane after she had gotten done digging her fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Needless to say there was no shortage of entertainment when she was in the presence of the other lions.
The shuffle of grass and the sound of footfalls alerted her of others approaching. In the distance the grass shuffled, the bodies crawling on all fours so they weren't seen. Despite their attempt at stealth she couldn't help but grit her teeth and glare as two new individuals were revealed. Just like her they were lionesses with golden fur and lean forms.
"You two are the fucking loudest!" the female leader growled lowly, the tall weeds turning away as the new females came to settle down with the first.
"Why did you ask me out here, Layla?" the leading newcomer asked, visibly irritated. Her name was Aska. She was seven years older than the other lioness and easily the most powerful, a definite asset to be had for taking down such a large prize. She had already raised a littler of cubs and was well on her way to making a second, though as far as she knew no seeds had been planted yet. She held a voluptuous body with large breasts and a muscular backside, just like Layla.
Coming up from behind was a girl named Sesna, the one that Layla had told to go fetch the pack mother for their hunt. She was young but freshly an adult. She didn't have large breasts or a large butt like the others, in fact she was quite thin and wiry, but was fast and ferocious when she needed to be. While her body didn't quite garner the attention of males like her companions, she held a wit that was unsurpassed.
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