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I pursed my lips in concentration. I could feel sweat along my brow and naked back. The evening savanna heat was ever present as always without a sizable cloud in sight. In my lap was the beginning of a basket made entirely of reeds. The unfinished ends poked out every which way as I did my best to continue weaving them together. I glanced to my left. The elder lioness seated beside me worked diligently with a half lidded gaze. The work was second nature to her, and her experience clearly showed. Her bulky fingers wove like a spider while her breasts shifted or shook from the slightest of movements like wind chimes on an old house. Her pudgy white furred belly breathed steadily with complete tranquility. All she wore, like everyone else including me, was a narrow loincloth tied around one's waist in the front. It was such a meager piece of clothing, and there were times I wondered why anyone bothered to wear one. I could easily remember when I first entered the village and discovered that every female went around topless without batting an eye. However, my eyes would constantly stare in disbelief. As I grew accustomed to their minimal clothing, there were subtleties that I began to appreciate. Seeing the body aged so visibly to the naked eye was a humbling reminder that youth was a mere fleeting moment during one's life. There was an odd sense of beauty about it too.

The feline peered over at my work with a keen golden eye. I could feel her stare like like a second sun, and my fingers fumbled under the pressure causing some of the basket to unravel.

"Not like that!" She quietly snapped. I stopped and wiped my forehead. Dismayed, I stared at the dusty ground. A throaty purr rumbled beside me. She reached over and pressed a finger on a single spot to help hold the structure together. I wove the section back together to a stable state.

"There. You can do it." She chuckled in her raspy voice. Despite her stern behavior, the elder lioness was gentle and very caring towards me. After all, she was my mother-in-law.

"Only when you show me ten times." I playfully spoke.

"You human..." The old lioness grumbled. "Always funny." She mused. I shook my head in amusement and resumed working. Being married I was used to comments like that, but where and who I was married to made my situation a little more unique.

I was essentially a "housewife" in their society, if such a thing existed to the lions. The male lions and female lionesses alike tended to make fun of my "docile" work and tease me. It was made in good fun for the most part. Males and females alike regularly performed hard work. Hunting, foraging, fishing, and some plowing where the soil was best to have a little farm. On occasion I would accompany a hunting party with my mate, although I usually carried extra spears or simply watched while she hunted. It wasn't as if I didn't try, but lions were built for the expansive terrain. They had the raw power to take down prey larger and faster than them with the most basic of tools. With so many physically demanding occupations, only the elderly or expecting mothers resided in the village and worked less strenuous chores. The only more exciting work I was normally acquainted with was helping an elder couple with preparing hides or repairing weapons.

"Aaahhh!" The light squeals of cubs interrupted my thoughts. A little cloud of dust formed as two cubs were briefly visible tumbling along the dry dirt.

'That reminds me...' I thought to myself how lucky I was to not watch after cubs. They were strong for their size and tended to bite and play rough. Sometimes I dreaded the rare task of watching after them with an elder or two, especially when playing any hunting games.

"It is late." The old lioness beside me stirred from her seat in a lengthy stretch. "Time for me to go."

"Thank you for your help. Bye." I hugged her. A strong hand silently patted my back before she stood up and turned her back. However, her tail flicked back at me in reply. I smiled but couldn't miss the lengthy scar along her shoulder that reached her side. Despite being a sweet mother-in-law, the older lioness had once been a skilled hunter and fierce warrior. I didn't feel afraid of anything when I was with her.

"Guess I will head inside." I gathered my things and headed to the closest building. Unlike a city, buildings in the lion village were the most basic huts. Made from adobe and a thatched roof of reeds and sticks, the structure surprisingly held together during storms. There were no doors, windows, or stairs to climb. Inside was a very basic living structure that I came to know as home. Pausing by the open entrance, I looked around the village a final time before retiring for the evening.

'I don't see her...' My eyes didn't spot a group of hunters returning home, bloodied spears in hand. It was late, so maybe the hunt took them further away from the village? Or did they encounter trouble? Among the scattered array of simple dwellings were older villagers and cubs. A pair of older lions were still napping in the shade since they had dozed off during the mid afternoon. A trio of herders were seated in a close circle telling tall tales about encounters at the river. The tale likely involved a crocodile.

'She will come home soon.' I knew better than to worry or think twice about where she was. Ducking down, I walked inside. It was surprisingly cool compared to the muggy heat outside. I stowed my partial basket by the side wall where an extra set of spears rested. "Ahh..." I sat down and enjoyed the cooler ground beneath me. I waited for my mate to return and looked around our humble abode. Round walls of earth encircled me, but there was nothing bare or plain about them. A couple of spears were leaning against one section of wall. A few hand woven baskets and earthen jars were visible. Various ornaments ranging from decorations like wooden masks to spiritually significant gourds and rattles also hung along the walls. There was no fire pit in the center of the hut for fear of a smoldering ember catching the thatch ablaze. All cooking was done outside instead. Despite the meager tribal home, I felt a large sense of pride about it. After all, I helped build it with my wife, her family, and the entire village.

'What did I think when I first entered a hut like this?' I asked myself. It was roughly two years ago...

I came to the village at the behest of a researcher to study the tribe of lions secluded from nearly any outside contact. At first I thought it was a crazy idea, but everything about the feline society fascinated me. Their minimal way of life compared to the modern world or electronics and machines was shocking. Knowing that everyone before a couple of centuries ago lived without electrical power was one thing, but experiencing it was another. No plumbing, washing machines, electricity, or stores meant that everything you needed had to be made by hand or traded with another village a small journey away. There wasn't anything particularly easy about it, despite common scenes of lions napping in the shade, but it was fulfilling.

What made me stay, rather, who made me want to stay was another story. It involved the researcher whose curiosity could easily get himself, and everyone around him, into trouble. Seeking out a lion village was right up his alley after all. When we were meeting several members of the tribe an accidental push landed me right in the arms of a very lovely lady. After several meetings my uneasiness subsided then mutual feelings developed. I never looked back on my decision, but that was only the beginning of an entirely new adventure.

There were plenty of changes I had to make to adjust living in the lion village. First was the clothing, or lack thereof. A loincloth was all one needed to cover oneself since the heat made anything more intolerable. I managed to get away with an old pair of shorts for a long time, but too many rips left me wearing what everybody else was wearing. And then there was bathing... Bathing in the river with a bunch of lions was the easy part. Learning that the river was usually inhabited by crocodiles kept me far from its waters until several lions had to throw me into the river for a bath. The fact that they possessed no towels meant that one had to dry off by walking around or sprawling out in the open. I didn't particularly care for either, but I managed to find an animal hide to make due. As I explained before, the lack of stores meant that anything you wanted had to literally be made by hand. But the hard work was rewarding. The sense of belonging to the feline village was a powerful and unbreakable bond.

My reminiscing was cut short as I heard someone approach. A figure leaned forward and entered the hut. Looking up, something that would've plagued my nightmares as a child greeted me.

"Bashira." I warmly smiled. I loved the sound of her name. A lioness was looming inside the hut's entryway. She is my mate. The golden furred beauty was physically strong, and much stronger than me. She could throw a spear many yards across a flat field and sprint like a gust of wind, relentlessly run down prey, and wrestle as well as anyone else in the village. It was amazing to think that all of her power was mostly hidden from sight, beneath a soft short coat of fur. All she wore was a loincloth leaving the rest of her durable body in full view. She was toned and fit, especially in her legs. It didn't appear that she had an ounce of fat on her body, but I knew better. Two well rounded breasts were in perfect view, almost as a reminder that she was a lady at heart.

A little bird skull tied to her waist was believed to possess a strong magic when hunting, or so the village shaman told me. There usually brief rituals to help hunters catch something, although I didn't completely understand them. A few thick lines of red paint marked her bare shoulders and upper legs, common for those who hunted. The spear in her hand had a large stone tip meant to take down prey larger than herself. She was a sight to behold. A pair of golden eyes stared at me before a grin formed along her feline lips.

"Returned... from hunting." The lioness lightly huffed as she crept inside. She handed me her spear. I took the weapon and set it against the wall.

"How did everything go?" I took her necklace off and set it aside, followed by her numerous bracelets.

"No catch today." She laid onto her back, folded her arms, and exhaled. Despite the amazing power she possessed, the L in lion could easily stand for lazy in my opinion. The feline's prowess was only seen during a hunt or rarely a fight, but was otherwise rarely witnessed by me.

"Where did you hunt at?"

"Downriver and then taking a right near the hill and trees." She motioned with a hand. "We were never close enough to prey to ambush." Her tail tapped the ground with mild irritation. "Za'zen and Nekuzo wanted to continue hunting until nightfall, but the rest of us disagreed so we returned home." The two young dark maned lions never liked to give up no matter what the task was.

"They're persistent." I shrugged.

"How was mother?" She inquired.

"Chatty at times, but helpful." I mused.

"She cares about you."

"I know. I know." I watched my mate wipe under her eyes were two small red lines of paint began to chip away.

"Do you need to be cleaned up a little?" I questioned. She curled up her legs and eyed the dirt and mud caked into her fur, especially around her ankles and paws.

"Yes, I think so." She agreed and sat up. I retrieved a small gourd of water and cloth before returning to her. I poured water onto her fur and rinsed her legs before wiping her fur with the cloth. Bashira contently hummed without a word and watched as I cleaned her paws and lower legs. It might have seemed like a demeaning task to any outsider, but I was more than happy to help my mate in any way, big or small. After all, caring for one's mate was a duty within the village. Using the cloth, I wiped the paint from her upper legs next. Despite the softness of her fur, the thickness of her muscles underneath were nothing to be trifled with. They powered her fast, sprinting strides like pistons in an engine. Her legs parted and curled up to assist me. The three lines of paint on both shoulders were in my sights next. Her head leaned back as my touch was more akin to a shoulder rub. Gradually the paint washed away there as well, leaving only two little lines beneath her eyes.

"Close your eyes." I held a wet corner of the cloth and carefully wiped under her eyes. She was patient and the paint soon disappeared. Her eyes flickered open once again as I set the cloth aside. When I turned back around Bashira placed an arm on my shoulder and licked my cheek. It was her intimate way of saying thank you. But one lick soon became two, and then three. I rubbed her back, feeling a new intimate mood in the air.

"I didn't wash you that well." I teased. The lioness did not say anything, but a hand landed in my lap. A furry cheek blocked my view as she brushed against me, but I felt her touch just above the hem of my loincloth. The padded palm and fingertips were pleasantly warm and leathery. Her intent was clear as the blue sky.

"Mm. Thinking... of other things." She whispered into my ear. Her gentle hand rubbed up my knee towards my inner thigh. She backed off slightly to look at me nose to nose. Her golden eyes glowed at me like two full moons. I smiled and brushed my cheek against her. I felt her lips part against my skin followed by the warmth of her breath. I shuddered feeling the fuzzy fur along her mouth brush against my skin. The wide, rough surface of her tongue trailed a slow lick up my neck. I managed to get a hand on her back while her impressive sandpapery tongue pleasures me. Bashira paused when she discovered a thin barrier between us.

"You don't need this." She carefully untied my loincloth and tossed it aside. Her grin broadened at the sight of my arousal. She took pride in the fact that she didn't need to directly touch me to achieve it. "You take mine off." Bashira grinned, and didn't stop fondling me.

"I got it." My hands didn't hesitate to remove the simple garment, but it took time while Bashira continued loving me. Her kisses on my neck felt soft from her fur but no less passionate. A few persistent nudges encouraged me to lay down. I reclined onto my back, and she placed a single hand on my chest. It felt like I had been pinned by a predator, letting my prominent length stand up for her. Her hand trailed down my skin. I could distinctly feel her leathery padded fingertips dragging over me. I was thankful that a feline could sheath one's claws. Reaching my groin, her fingers very gently touched me. I deeply breathed as she explored along my male hood.

"Smooth..." She purred. A shudder ran up my spine. Male lions had barbs, which made me wonder how something scraping your insides could be pleasurable. Maybe that was why she loved mating with me so much... Bashira rose to all fours and swung a leg over to my other side. She lined up and sank down. I watched intently as her strong vice of silken heat enveloped my throbbing manhood. With a heated sigh and shudder, the lioness settled on my lap. Both hands planted beside my head as she leaned over me. I had a perfect view of the lioness atop me. With every breath her creamy white furred torso expanded and contracted. Her lovely breasts dangled over me like ripened fruit to pluck. I couldn't resist and began lightly fondling both with a hand while rubbing her leg with the other. She growled pleasantly and watched me touch her with care.

"Feel good?" I asked while rubbing one nipple between two fingers.

"Yesss." She softly cooed and began a slow rocking rhythm. Despite her power, she never used it excessively or against me in any way. Play wrestling was the exception of course. Her eyes flashed like gems at me through the dim light. "Make love to me." Her voice lowly growled. My hands held onto her strong hips. Our bodies began moving in unison under her pace and direction. I had no intention of letting her down, or off my lap anytime soon...

***

Soft noises of breathing, and skin touching fur were exchanged between us. Our passioned movements had ended, and nighttime was settling over the village. My hands gently trailed lazily through the downy fur along her groin and inner thighs.

"Ahhh... Mmm." She pleasantly hummed as her hips shifted gradually back and forth a few final times. A single hand with fingers splayed out lightly gripped my chest. I felt her entire body relax through a single sigh.

"Good?" I traced over her legs next.

"Yes..." She nodded and closed her eyes to take in the final moments. A final heated sigh escaped our lips as she rolled off me. I was relieved of her hearty weight, but also her warmth. My naked lap felt cool without her atop me, but I soon felt something touch me again.

"Huh?" I turned my head over and found a hand lightly rubbing and massaging my shoulder. Her half lidded eyes were watching me with a golden gaze. The lion's eyes had never left me, even for a second. I took ahold of her other hand and we enjoyed the mutual afterglow without any words. We were both smiling and perfectly content. Could I have ever felt this happy without her? When soreness reached my back, I rolled over and pressed my front snugly against hers. A strong arm held me close as we shared our body heat. If the night became cool, there were no blankets to wrap yourself in. If you wanted warmth you needed to snuggle close to someone. I loved the feeling of her fur against me, and she knew that all too well.

"Mmm. Tired now?" She lightly teased. I exhaled as her prickly tongue lapped my forehead twice. I nodded and nuzzled up to her. I could feel each breath she took, and I knew she felt the same from me. "I love you." She murmured. Looking up, I could barely see the corner of her lips curled into a content grin. There was nothing that made me happier.

"I love you too." I warmly answered. Her fuzzy chine rested against my forehead.

"Go hunting with me in the morning." Bashira spoke.

"Hunting? Are you sure?"

"Mhm." She hummed and hooked a leg over me. "Just us."

"Ok." I agreed. "You will have to wake me up." My eyes closed. She patted my back.

"I will." Bashira softly promised. With that said I hoped to dream with her throughout the night.

The morning for a lion began with the sunrise, nature's true clock. For me it was no different. Without a mattress or any sort of mattress I always managed to reach a full night's sleep so long as I was with Bashira. We left our hut and the village after a short meal. She didn't bring her hunting equipment. That tipped me off as unusual, but I didn't say anything about it. We briefly trekked along a trail before veering off into the brush.

"Follow me." Bashira flicked her tail as she strode ahead. Her lazy gait was easy to keep up with compared to

"Where are we going?" I maneuvered between a dead tree and a bush overcrowding the little pathway. The nighttime insects were quieting down to rest through the upcoming day. Stalking through the tall grasses, the vegetation was dry and loudly crunched under our steps. The rainy season was very close, but for now everything remained dry as a sun bleached bone. Hearing the pattering of rainfall on the ground was a beautiful sound in such a seasonally parched landscape. After what felt like walking through an expansive maze, Bashira suddenly stopped and pointed ahead.

"We're here." She simply stated.

"Wow." I paused beside her and looked at the sight before me. Across the vast savanna lowlands, two mountains rose along the distant horizon. The dominant red glowing sun was rising between them. The rising sun was a valuable symbol in the lion tribe. Its resurgent heat warmed the earth, and its light defeated the darkness of the concealing night. There were many legends and tales concerning the glowing disc's importance. All of which were carried down by elders through oral tradition. Across the savanna lowlands was a myriad of scenes. A herd of gazelle were grazing in the far distance, gradually making their way towards the low river. It wasn't hard to imagine a pack of lions stalking beneath the tall section of grass nearby. Their golden coats provided enough cover to evade detection unless in the open. The edge of the river was barely in view. It's waters shimmered from the morning sunlight. Vultures hoping for an easy meal were perched in the limbs of a leafless tree while zebra below were trotting across the dusty ground. It was a quiet place where one could view the savanna undisturbed for the entire day.

We sat down together in the grass. Bashira admired the scenery alongside me. We counted the birds in the sky and the wild animals in the lowland. It was the perfect chatter to enjoy spending with someone.

"My mother once took me on a hunt through here, but a storm swept down from the mountains." Bashira told me.

"There's nowhere to hide. Did you both run back here?"

"No." Her head shook. "We stayed low to the ground even as the ground became watery like a marsh. When the storm passed we were completely soaked but unharmed. My mother told me that she should've taught me how to swim first." She finished with a laugh.

"That sounds like something she would say." I mused. Bashira got up from her seat and walked a few steps in front of me. She simply laid on her side, facing me, using the dead tree to help prop herself up.

"Are you posing for me?" I held back a laugh. Her sturdy tail thwacked the dusty ground behind her. Instead of a quick retort, she brightly smiled and sat up. My brow raised questioningly as she crept over to me. That predatory gaze in her eyes kept me frozen in place. "You're up to something." I began to speak as she reached me, but without a word she laid down in my lap like a common house pet. I could feel her strong back on my legs. "Heavy..." I grumbled to her amusement. She would've been comfortable with me doing anything to her, but I wanted to quietly enjoy the morning. I held her head with one hand and rubbed over her naked front with the other like she was a big teddy bear in my lap.

"What do I do with you?" I grinned and rubbed her creamy white fur. A low purring started within her throat that I could feel with my entire body. Her half lidded gaze stared up at me with a soft grin. I loved her so much. Returning my gaze to the horizon, I didn't cease petting her. The sun had completely risen casting its warm rays onto the savanna like shining gold. I wished the moment could've lasted forever, but nature's trance was broken as a familiar hand touched my cheek. I felt a padded palm and fingertips trace along my cheek and jaw. Looking down I found Bashira watching me. Behind those beautiful golden eyes, her gaze was loving and kind. Another hand reached up towards me.

"You have the mark of the sun." Her voice softly spoke as both hands cradled my face. The heat from her palms radiated into my skin.

"If that is true, then you are the sun." I replied and stroked her cheek. I never wanted to let go of her. I just wanted to stay in each other's embrace forever. We were in the savanna, our eternal home.

End? Prequel? Major Edit since it is very brief?