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The cheetah and the ratel By Strega

On the savannah, dry season or wet, it was good to have someone to watch your back. The predators have their prides of lions, gangs of hyena and even mobs of meerkats. Among the leaf-eaters are herds of elephants, harems of zebra, towers of giraffes and even crashes of rhinos. Everyone has someone to watch their back, which is equally useful for predator and prey.

But not everyone has a family, tribe or pack and so it was that the solitary cheetah was dozing under a tree after a meal when the honey badger showed up.

"Spotty cat," snarled the little ratel, who was perhaps one fifth the mass of the cheetah. "Have you seen the hyena that lives 'round those red rocks today?"

The cheetah's first thought was to be glad the thirty-pound badger was not making a beeline for the remains of his recent kill. Small and fierce, ratels they would claim any kill and even a single male lion might back off when one appeared, for the ratel would dart under the lion and go straight for its testicles.

This was an uncommonly good-mannered ratel though, and the cheetah looked the little male over before answering. Scars of battle marred its tough hide and one eye was glazed over and white, though the creature did not look especially old.

"What would a ratel want with a hyena," the cheetah purred.

"I am too small to satisfy my mate," the ratel snarled. "She would try a hyena instead."

The cheetah tilted his head. "I don't understand."

"My mate," said the ratel with rare patience for his kind, "Is much larger than I. I cannot please her in mating and she desires a larger male."

The cheetah remembered seeing a hulking black-and-white creature as large as himself in the distance. He'd thought it a species he'd not seen before and given it a wide berth.

"Your mate is a large ratel? Very large, very muscular?"

"Yes," snarled the little male. "Your size. She is lustful so I am to find her a larger male than myself."

The cheetah considered the thick, muscular ratel female he'd seen. She must be at least four times her mate's mass and thus developed the problem the little male mentioned.

"And what do you get out of this," the cheetah said.

"Permission to mate with her, little though it satisfies her," snarled the ratel.

"She is that much in charge, then?"

"Do you know where the hyena is or not?" Which made the cheetah think a bit. While he was a slim long-legged runner of a beast he had on occasion admired bulkier females, like lionesses. Naturally no lioness would tolerate his presence, much less take him as a lover, but perhaps a lovelorn ratel-femme....

"I am also larger than you are, ratel," the cheetah purred. "Perhaps I could satisfy her."

"Bah," snarled the badger. "You are a stick-thin runner, cat. No matter how hard you tried you could never drive a growl of pleasure out of my mate."

The cheetah, being young and proud, let out a snarl of his own. "I say you are wrong, ratel. Lead on."

The little badger shrugged. "If you think you are ready for my mate, then follow."

Driven by wounded pride as much as lust the cheetah trotted after the scuttling little ratel and soon enough, in the shade of a spreading umbrella tree he saw the female. The cheetah drew up short at seeing her this close for the first time for though she could not be much heavier than himself her short legs were wide as columns, her body thick and bulky. Long curved claws protruded from her forepaws and sharp fangs showed below her chops as she turned to look at him. White fur on top and black below all wrapped around a mass of musculature, compact and powerful and more than a little frightening.

"What's this," growled a female strong enough to snap him like a twig. "I thought you were looking for a hyena."

"You don't need a hyena," purred the cheetah as bravely as he could manage. "You have me."

"Well then," growled the ratel, "Prove it."

With that she turned away and flagged her tail upward to expose her sex. Even from twenty feet away the cheetah could smell her need and there was nothing for it but to step forward and mount her.

Female cats don't have a mating season, coming into heat when at seemingly random intervals, so a male must be ready to mate at any moment and the cheetah grew hard just from stepping over her. It was his first interspecies mating and he had to crouch to find the opening but with one thrust he was in and humping. The big ratel female let out a growl and pushed hard back against him and it was all the cheetah could do to not to be bowled over backwards. He got his forepaws on either side of her haunches and thrust, feeling his barbs drag through her vulva each time he withdrew. That couldn't be a familiar sensation for her but she just lay there and even through his rising lust the cheetah wondered if he, too wasn't a large enough lover to satisfy her.

Cats are not slow lovers and the cheetah snarled as he came, less than a minute after he mounted. As he withdrew the ratel's head turned and she fixed him with her ink-dark eyes.

"Again," she growled, and as the cheetah hesitated her fangs showed. "Again."

Though cats do not last long in sex they make up for that by mating over and over and the cheetah stepped forward to cover her once again. He'd already gotten over the odd feel of crouching over such a short female and the broad muscular back below him was oddly exciting. He could almost imagine her a black leopard, strong and lithe and willing.

He snarled and spurted his seed once more and when he began to withdraw the thick-bodied female twisted bonelessly and reached out a clawed forepaw to hold him close. "Again," she growled.

There was no arguing with the paw that crushed him against her and though she now lay on her back and he was beginning to wish for at least a brief rest the cheetah got his paws on either side of her powerful body and began to hump once more.

He could see the teats on the black furry belly flex as her powerful forepaws reached up to clasp him close and his tail lashed as he coupled with the strong female. Perhaps a minute later he snarled a third time, but even as his seed spurted into her she was rolling over and carrying him with her. His passion was ebbing by the time she ended up on top and he blinked up at the muscular female as she began to bounce atop him.

"Again," she rumbled, though he had only just finished she would not let him withdraw and slammed her wet sex down over his barbed cock.

"But," the cheetah said, but she glared down at him and there was nothing to do but grasp her by the hips and thrust upward as she bounced. It took longer this time in the absence of even a moment's rest but soon enough the cheetah's fangs showed and he snarled as he came for the fourth time in just a few minutes.

When she felt the cum spurt into her the ratel femme stopped bouncing and showed her fangs. "I need more from you that that, cat."

"I'm doing my best," purred the cheetah. "If I could just rest for a -"

"No," growled the ratel, and held him down as she twisted atop him. Her shaggy tail cast a brief shade over him and he found himself looking up at the female's thick haunches...and her dripping sex, full of his seed already.

"Lick," she rumbled, and when he hesitated a forepaw locked its claws behind his neck and yanked him upward. "Lick!"

With little choice the cheetah went to work and at last his scratchy tongue caused the female to make a noise beyond a half-interested grunt. Her rump pushed down atop him as she grew more excited and the cheetah found he didn't much mind being pinned beneath a strong female's sex.

At first. As the ratel grew more excited she bore down atop him and though the cheetah pulled back, eventually the back of his head hit the dirt and still the wet sex advanced. He mumbled a protest as the folds squelched around his muzzle and still she pressed her sex downward. The female let out an excited snarl and thrust her rump downward and the cheetah's eyes went wide as her sex slid over his face and swallowed up his head.

The cheetah blinked into the hot slick darkness and sucked in a breath that smelled like nothing he'd ever experienced. His whole head was wrapped in the female's sex and her excited pulse thrummed through his skull. Vaginal fluids and what was most likely his own semen gummed his eyes shut as he blinked and he got his forepaws against her haunches and pushed.

But the female only grew more excited as he began to struggle and a tremor ran through her sex as the first hint of passion trembled in the surrounding muscles. Rather than letting him slide back out her sex clamped down and rippled, and its contractions actually sucked in his neck.

This time he felt as well as heard her snarl of lust and powerful claws locked around his chest and tugged. The confused cheetah's eyes went wide once again as she both pulled with all her might and squatted down atop him and the elastic lips of her sex slid down over his chest. Half his body was already inside the ratel's pussy and his muzzle squeezed ever deeper into her, popping free from her vagina into a looser space that had to be her womb. Her dripping sex slicked down his chest as it advanced, lubricating him to slide even further in.

It was like being born but in reverse and he had no more choice in the matter than a cub did. The muscular female was far stronger than he was and she snarled and growled as she pushed more and more of him into her sex. When she sat down atop him with all her weight her sex ingested his rump and it was finally enough to inspire real fear in the cheetah. He began to really struggle, kicking and lashing his tail.

That only pushed the ratel over the edge and with a long shuddering growl the female climaxed. Her distended sex pulsated with lust and clamped down on his rump, squeezing it inward, and just as before the contractions in her vagina ran in just the wrong direction. Like a devouring serpent her sex swallowed up his haunches and he could only squirm helplessly as his hindpaws followed them in. With a long slurp his spotted tail followed, fur standing out on end flattening inch by inch as he sex consumed it. Only then did he feel her sex resume its normal shape and then only because it had already swallowed him whole.

The final shudder pushed the cheetah's hindpaws and tail through her vulva and he finally came to a stop, stuffed into her womb and held still by thick muscle and pelt pressing in from all sides. A long shivering orgasm was still trembling the flesh all around him and the ratel's pulse throbbed through him like a triphammer as the cheetah, sucked in and squeezed into a ball by her unbelievably powerful vaginal muscles, began to look for a way out.

Her distended womb pressed in from all directions and he could move hardly at all. Her abdomen was stretched grossly around a male almost as large as herself but the thick muscle and pelt was more than enough to trap him and the panting female showed no signs of pain. If anything his feeble struggle only sent another shudder of orgasm through her body and the cheetah found her inner walls so slick he simply couldn't get a grip. He found what was probably the entrance to her vulva - as he slipped and slid after arrival all sense of direction was lost - but it had sphinctered shut and he couldn't get a paw in to try to widen it for escape. Even if he had it probably would have made her climax again and he already knew her vaginal muscles were too strong to fight.

As he lay panting in the sweltering heat of her body, half suffocated, things somehow got even worse. A low gurgle sounded from all around him and thick droplets of fluid formed and trickled down the folds of flesh onto his fur. Everywhere it touched exposed flesh it burned and suddenly the difference between a womb and a stomach wasn't so clear. His fur was soaking through with the caustic fluid and the cheetah, desperate now and no longer bemused by the idea of being in a female's womb, began to struggle for his life.

His squirming only set the ratel female off again and she let out a long shuddering growl as she climaxed for the second time in a few minutes. The walls squeezed in and the cheetah, panicking now, sucked in a last breath as the contracting womb squeezed out the air that went in with him. Surrounded by darkness and heat and slowly beginning to dissolve the cheetah squirmed, aware only at the end of a new pressure squeezing in on him from one side. It forced out the last of the air and he sank into the wet dark, choking on the corrosive fluid now filling the womb. He had wanted to put his shaft in the ratel and he'd succeeded. He just hadn't expected his whole body to follow it in.

The male ratel nodded as a wet belch emerged from his mate's sex, and when she gestured with a paw he eagerly mounted her. Though she lay on her back so swollen he had to drape himself over the bulge of cheetah he quickly found his place and began to thrust.

He wasn't the female's first mate. He was just the one who learned from watching others not to put a paw or, worst of all his muzzle into her sex. Mating was safe enough since her sex could not take a strong enough grip on his penis to suck him in however much it tried. Better still, its efforts to do that stroked him to lust as no other female could. Snarling, claws buried in her fur and nipping at her teats the male thrust with all his might.

She was far too large to enjoy such a small male but she was sated after consuming an entire cheetah with her sex. There was nothing normal about his mate but she was, after all, still his mate even though he knew she would never bear his cubs. Anything - his seed, any other male's or entire animals - that went in there was consumed. The cheetah had gone in alive but eventually her sex would disgorge a slimy pellet of spotty yellow fur, maybe with claws or other indigestibles mixed in, and it would be time to find her another meal.

Sometimes he had to help push her prey in and sharp-clawed kicks had covered him with scars. It'd even cost him an eye but it was worth it. His powerful mate sometimes killed prey the conventional way and he was always well fed on her scraps.

Unlike cats, ratels are not quick lovers and she reached around d her fat belly with her claws to clutch him tight as he thrust. If she pushed hard enough his rump would follow his penis in and then he'd suffer the same fate as the cheetah, but she needed someone to find her new lovers and perhaps the powerful female actually held some affection for him. So he liked to think, anyway. He'd been with her for a year and he hadn't been sucked in yet.

Eventually his flanks shivered and the little male let out a long growl as a few calories of semen joined the slowly dissolving cheetah in her womb. They lay there together for a time before she spoke once again.

"When I am hungry," she growled, "Ask others about that hyena. With no mate of his own he'll be happy to meet me. Hyenas are larger below than cats and perhaps he will bring me pleasure."

"I'm sure he'll try to satisfy you," her mate snarled, and put his paws on either side of a cheetah-face bulge in her black fur as he began to thrust once more. The as-yet undigested cat's shape was still firm beneath his paws, but like a certain arrogant leopard and others who had been in there the bulge would soften and eventually vanish. There was a reason his mate grew so large and part of it was the sheer size of her meals. There were animals still too large to fit into her sex but if she grew much more perhaps he'd be leading lions to their doom instead of cheetahs. There were plenty of solitary male lions on the veldt and no one would care if a few were reduced to spat-out masses of fur.

"Oh, he will satisfy me," his mate growled, sounding for the first time amused. "One way or another."