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Her Breeding Gangbang

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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The anthro zebra, Zena, moaned, on all fours before the lions. It may have been a dangerous situation to find herself in out in the wildlife reserve, savannah grass waving around, although only they knew that there were fences not that far away that would keep the four-legged variant of the predator at bay. The lions, after all, that surrounded her were of the anthro variety too, although all of them boasted thick, full manes and licked their lips salaciously as if they were hungry for her in more ways than one.

"Such a fine piece of meat..."

Zena quivered. Her ropey tail flagged up, exposing the soft, black folds of her marehood, tugging and winking, showing off all that she had to offer in the depths of her season. Of course, the lions knew that that was just what they were there for, the whole meeting orchestrated, though there was still very much something to the fetish and fantasy of being a prey creature ravaged and bred until she could not ever stagger to her hooves again by a pride of lions.

"Please..."

She breathed out the word, the ground hard-packed and baked under her hands, though that did not matter. All that mattered was the roar of the first stud, rippling with muscle, his cock grinding between her rear cheeks as he knelt behind her. There was nothing soft or sensual about how his claws dug into her rump and Zena shivered beneath him, ropey tail thwapping back against his chest, grunting and groaning for more, always more. She needed it so badly that she could barely put words to it, grinding back against him, but the lion was quick enough to slam his hard length into her cunt, sinking deep.

"Fuck, yes..."

"Is she tight?"

The lion rammed up inside her didn't bother to answer as Zena brayed out her orgasm, pounding the ground with her fists, unable even the control her body in the heat of the moment. All she could possibly do was hope to ride it out as the lion slammed into her, throwing his muscular strength and weight into his thrusts, claws cutting in deep enough to make her bleed, but it was an erotic kind of pain, a kind of pain that made her want it all the more.

He thrust and ground into her as if she was, quite literally, nothing more than a piece of meat through which he could sate his needs, yowling and snarling, slavering over her. Zena was barely aware of anything going on around her, her breeding circle framed by flickering, dancing torch light, flames crackling as they devoured the oil that the torches had been drenched in, but she did feel his cock. Oh, it would have been impossible to ignore his cock, the pounding, thick length of meat that sent her straight into orgasm. She cried out over and over again, delirious in the heat of lust and her season, her cunny clenching down on his shaft as if even her body wanted to milk him of his cream.

It would have been foolish to expect him to hold out forever, as much as she would have liked him to, and the lion let out an ear-splitting roar as he crammed every lat inch of his cock that he could deep into her, spending his load as his balls ached. They slapped against her pussy with every deep thrust and she leaned back into him with a heady grunt, wanting it all, even more than she was getting.

His seed drooled thickly from her as he pulled out, marking her under her tail with his cream, but the next lion was already taking his place, a heavy paw on the back of her neck forcing her to keep her head facing forward. It was where Zena needed to be, groaning deep in the back of her throat, and the zebra's sodden pussy squeezed around him as he thrust home, her pussy offering up not a tiny bit of resistance. He snarled above her, drool streaming from his fearsome, gaping jaws, but Zena could only scream out another orgasm, pussy twitching and squeezing erratically around him.

She wasn't in control of her body as he bred her and neither did she want to be, moaning and grunting, clawing at the ground. Zena lost track of how many orgasms she went through as her striped body was forced to bear so many strokes, another lion dumping his load inside her, her pussy overflowing with cum. Yet where seed was pushed out with her there was always another lion to take its place, slamming in hard and fast as she moaned and her the lewd, wet sound of her breeding filled the clearing.

"Yes... More..."

Delirious with pleasure and the need for more, she begged them to fuck her, to take her, to fill her up with so much of their seed that she could barely move. They'd never before, surely, seen a female quite like her in the throes of heat but they were more than happy to see if they could temper it down until she was left a sweaty, sticky mess, cum spilling from her in thick globs. She didn't know how many had bred her striped arse but she wanted them all over again, panting and heaving as yet another cock withdrew from her, her backside splattered with cum, pouring over her deliciously as if it was a bath only for those exulted and elite.

And, soon, her belly would swell... Zena licked her lips, whimpering softly as her nostrils fluttered. That was, after all, what she was there for, even though her pussy was empty at that moment in time. Where were her studs?

There were still more lions left to breed her, to spend their seed in her pussy, just to see which of them would come up tops in the breeding game of the savannah. Prowling and stalking, their cocks hard and dripping, they circled her tightly, eyes gleaming in the dark of the night.

Zena moaned, fingers curling into the dirt. Even with her body aching, there was only one thing she could say, tail flicking up to expose the drooling mess of her cream-pie pussy.

"Breed me..."