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That Jasper was still alive and breathing felt like an honest miracle, given the circumstances that he'd wandered into.

Being tugged around by a length of rope added just the right amount of pressure on his wrists to simulate the weight of a bite, and the fantasies that flashed through his mind were anything but pleasant, as he was taken to the dead center of the lion territories.

The rabbit worried that he was just going to be made a spectacle, before he was made into a meal.

"A fine capture, Kodjo. You've done well by your tribe."

Already, his sentience was being ignored: Jasper wondered how they could talk about him as if he wasn't standing right there, but the pride of the lions made them arrogant, such that they believed any outsiders to be beneath them, and in some cases, beneath addressing whatsoever.

"He claims to have wandered across the boundary lines by mistake. I think he's feigning ignorance," Kodjo replied. "And such foolishness cannot go unpunished."

"Firmly agreed."

The chief of the tribe sat not upon a throne, but only upon a small, wooden stool, to keep his backside out of the dirt of his tent. It was not the presentation of his home that made him such a great leader, but the way that he ruled over his people; already, he could see the fury burning in Kodjo's eyes, and the hunger that was tainting his lips in the form of a thin veil of drool.

"The villagers would do well to share in such a meal, sir. If I were to rally everyone together, we could be joined in a feast by sundown."

"We've plenty of food and rations to last us for quite a long while," the chief reminded him. "There's no need for such a harsh and hasty punishment."

"Sir, I...I politely disagree. I believe that this creature will not learn from a longer stint in our lands."

"But you are a product of our lands, Kodjo. You are living and definitive proof that our lands have much to offer."

"But sir-

"That's enough," the chief lifted a paw, and Kodjo was silenced. "There is yet anger in your heart that has no place in a peaceful tribe, and temperament of such rage is something best done with patience, rather than with haste. As such, I shall assign the education of this creature to you, Kodjo, in the hopes that you might learn the value of such prudence...do you understand?"

Jasper had been holding in a breath since they entered the tent. His eyes threatened to bulge out of his skull before he finally let it out, only to draw in a rapid series of nervous, edgy puffs of air.

He couldn't believe that the chief of the lions was giving him a second lease on life.

"Th...that..." Kodjo trailed off, knowing the word of the chief to be law. "Yes, sir. I understand. Shall I lead this creature to a clear pasture so that he might be able to set up a residence?"

"That would be very kind of you, Kodjo. In teaching him how to build a home and tend for his own land, he might learn the importance of respecting boundaries, and the value of hard work. Once his tent is built, we can begin introducing him to the rest of the tribe, so he can take on the role of a proper servant."

The idea of wasting the valuable meat on Jasper's bones still disgusted Kodjo, but the chief was clearly decided in his actions. "As you've said, sir, so it shall be. Is there anything else?"

"That will be all, Kodjo. You have my deepest thanks for continuing to secure the borders of our lands, and I promise you that you will be rewarded for your efforts yet. For now, you may go."

Kodjo bowed his to chief and immediately nudged Jasper in the back, who offered a hasty, nervous bow as well. The gesture was hardly of the respect that the chief was used to, but for a stranger who had been taken to a village that he thought would be his final resting place, it was certainly better than forgoing the gesture altogether.

"Oh, Kodjo?"

"Yes, sir?"

"When his residence is set, take the newcomer on a hunt with you."

It was already hard for Kodjo to keep the frustration from his expression, but at that suggestion, he utterly lost the needed composure. "Are you...are you being entirely serious, sir?"

"I can think of no better person to teach him the ancient methods of hunting that we still practice than the person who captured him. With enough work, he may yet be a valuable asset to our territory!"

Kodjo's throat was as dry as the dirt between his toes as he replied. "As you command, sir...it will be done."

It was only out of respect that Kodjo was able to keep his insults trapped in his mind, as he escorted Jasper from the tent.

Don't let me down, Kodjo, the chief thought. Show him that we really are capable of being compassionate.

**

The lions held territory at the very edge of the desert, where sand and rocks began giving way to grass, roots and trees. Their presence there was reason for fear and concern for the other tribes, but they stuck to the boundaries that were established in the ancient times: it was only the fact that their territory was filling up that reminded people where those lines actually existed.

Frustrated as Kodjo was to have to give a piece of that territory to an outsider, he was going to pick a truly distant spot, away from the rest of the lions and comfort of the lands that they most enjoyed.

"Out here, you'll be closer to the things that we're going to hunt," Kodjo explained. "Which means you'll be further from the rest of the village, where you belong..."

"That's hardly the kind of attitude your chief would want you to take with me."

Kodjo lifted a brow. "Oh, so now you can pipe up and speak for yourself? Didn't have anything to say to the chief, I noticed."

"It wasn't my place to talk, right then. I was still a prisoner of your people, then."

"And now you're a slave," Kodjo reminded him. "Trust me, you're not moving up in the world by being forced to hunt, especially when the feral beasts will probably just do to you what I was gonna do in the first place...and they don't have to ask for permission."

"If you're anywhere near as skilled as the reputation you uphold, one lesson from you should be all I need to fend for myself out here."

There was an air of snark in everything that Jasper said, and Kodjo was already too proud to take that kind of attitude from his fellow lions, much less a rabbit that was barely half his size.

With no one around to catch him in the act, the lion momentarily debated how easily he could get away with eating Jasper right then and there, but his dedication to his chief and his tribe won the brief mental battle.

"Let's just hope you learn how to hunt faster than you learned how to read a map," Kodjo shot back at him. The lion paused in the middle of a series of small, withered trees and a few uneven rocks, finding a space in the center of it all that would just fit a few bodies, if they were huddled close together. "This is where you'll sleep until we figure out something more permanent."

"Can't think of many things that are more permanent than a pile of rocks."

"Your suffering will be permanent if you don't stop cracking wise with me every time you open your mouth, rabbit."

It was the first time that Jasper managed to get the lion to properly let down his walls, and though he knew he should have been fearful...he couldn't help the electrifying chill that ran through his body when he heard the feline coming even slightly unhinged.

There was just enough restraint left on Kodjo's voice that Jasper knew he was still holding back, and one sample of that natural, intense fear wasn't quite enough for him.

"I am terribly sorry," he lied. Hollow as his words were, his expression was downright taunting of the lion, as if he knew that having to offer a part of his homeland to an outsider was angering him. "How might I show my appreciation for your hospitality, then?"

"For starters, you can drop the fucking attitude," Kodjo ordered. "And do your best to be tolerable during our training, so I'm not even more tempted to eat you and lie about it than I already am."

There was something empowering about getting under the lion's skin the way that he was, and Jasper couldn't help snickering at the sinister game that he was getting ready to play.

"I've heard my kind are fairly delicious," Jasper admitted. "And I'm a great example of the rule, rather than the exception. I sure hope you've got your wits and restraint about you, Kodjo."

"And I hope you're able to track down even a single animal before the moon rises over the next evening," Kodjo shot back. "Because I don't have any restraint left to tolerate failure."

It should have been a terrifying threat; Jasper couldn't help being enticed.

**

As the tribe dominating the forest, the lions were in charge of keeping the edges of that territory safe, as well, and that required hunting not just for meat and supplies, but for safety, as well.

As much as Kodjo was quietly hoping that a wild pig might gore Jasper before the first day was over, they were sitting in the sweltering heat, finding only the slightest relief from the shade of nearby trees, still both very much alive and aware of the unstoppable warmth.

"We really didn't bring enough water, did we?"

"We brought as much as we need, Jasper. Your body still isn't trained like a proper warrior...you'll learn to make a drop go further than you ever thought possible."

"...Is this a bad time to mention that my tankard is almost empty?"

Kodjo sighed and rubbed his forehead. For the chief, Kodjo. For the sanctity of the people, he thought.

"This spot is advantageous because there's a small spring nearby that we can go refill from, but if we leave this spot too often, the excess movement will scare away any potential pr-

Jasper was already starting to hop in the other direction, as his tall, rounded ears listened for the sound of rushing water. "Good enough for me!"

His path took him further back in the shade, but his focus on that blessed drink took his mind off of the expert hunter that was following right behind him; he didn't even hear the leaves on the forest floor rustling as Kodjo pounced forward and pinned him to the ground.

Thick, furious pawtips rubbed the rabbit's face right into the dirt and kept his head forced down as his captor threw away his concerns for the village, or his chief's requests. "Answer me this, rabbit: Are you trying to piss me off, or is being this pompous just a part of your nature?"

Jasper found it difficult to do anything more than grin, but that mark on his lips was spreading from ear to ear; he knew he was getting to the lion, and given their difference in size and strength, getting under Kodjo's skin was the best way that he could even the playing field between them.

The rabbit was bound to bite off more than he could chew sooner or later, but he had the graces of the chief in his corner. He knew that Kodjo was fighting a war with his own aggression, and sooner or later, the lion would break down and give in to those urges.

"I wouldn't say that I'm trying to piss you off," Jasper argued. "In fact, if I were trying, I'm sure I could do a much better job than this, really."

He couldn't count the number of straws on the proverbial camel's back, but that was finally the one that broke Kodjo down.

"You really think you have any right to trample all over my pride and use the goodwill of my own chief against me?" he asked, snarling into the back of Jasper's ear. "Do you have any idea how rude it is for you to take such a blessing and spit in my face with it?"

"Judging by the grasp of t-those claws," Jasper hesitated, nearly melting into the earth as steamy breath tickled his velvety ear, "I'd say I'm crossing some p-pretty thick lines..."

"Thicker than you know, or care to learn about," Kodjo suggested. "But I'm not going to wait for the chief to hear your case, this time. You've already proven that you don't have any desire to learn our ways, or join us in the hunt. You merely wish to trample on our pride and take advantage of our charity...and I will subject you to your punishment myself."

Jasper didn't have a prayer of overpowering Kodjo, even if he wasn't in a compromised position. His lungs were already starting to burn with the struggling of drawing air: he'd never had to try and take a breath with so much weight on his diaphragm before.

His previous tactics had already gotten him into this much trouble, but he didn't have anything else to rely on...just as he'd hoped.

"With such friendly leadership, I can't imagine your traditional punishments being anything too terrible," Jasper theorized. His choice of words was intentional, going just far enough to keep the fires stoked without outright insulting the lion's pride once more. "Surely, I've dealt with worse from the wolves and the foxes..."

Kodjo leaned into the rabbit's hips with a small grin forming in the corner of his own muzzle. "Sounds like you're just the type who likes to get into trouble," he guessed. "Too bad slinging insults at a lion is no better than slinging stones at a hornet's nest."

The lion hadn't figured yet that the rabbit was _eager_for the sting, but he worried less about Jasper's intentions, and more about his own delights as he pressed the sharp, deadly tips of his claws into the rabbit's lower back.

"In the name of my chief, I'll give you one last chance to apologize."

"I'm sure I'll get more than one chance," Jasper shot back. "Getting those tender spots in my back scratched doesn't sound all that troublesome."

The slow drag toward the soft, fluffy bush of his tail left Jasper silencing his own whimper of subtle pain, but all the same, he was grateful that Kodjo didn't press with the kind of force he was capable of.

The rabbit had come seconds from being torn to shreds, and he knew it...but the thrill of that danger was such that only his stomach resting upon it could keep his arousal hidden.

"I'd ask if you're dumb enough to keep pushing me," Kodjo murmured, "But we both know that you're just going to keep this up until I silence you."

"As if you could."

His arrogance was becoming predictable. "Just what I thought you'd say," Kodjo answered. His claws retracted slightly as he reached around the underside of the short, fluffy tail and spread Jasper's tailhole apart with a pair of pawtips, using only the natural moisture around the spot as lubrication for the hefty pressure. "It's a shame you already used up your last chance...you could have begged for mercy before I did this."

"W-Would you have listened?" Jasper asked, doing his best to relax at the terrible, exciting weight that he felt.

Kodjo pushed and buried one of the pawtips in, right up to the first knuckle. "Not a chance."

All along, Jasper was doing everything he could to push Kodjo's buttons and draw a response from the lion. All things told, the larger carnivore was doing an incredible job at keeping his temper, and his _temptations_in check.

To feel how readily Jasper squirmed around just a single digit left Kodjo unable to fight back against those urges any longer: he needed to know what it would feel like for the rabbit to be wrapped around the full girth of his cock, but that was only the simplest of his carnal desires.

"You know, I...I d-daresay that your chief would not approve of your c-current methods," Jasper did his best to keep prodding at Kodjo, hoping to return the favor being given to him. "What if he were to f-find out about this?"

"You like being alive, rabbit? You like the idea of living on our lands when you've done nothing to pay tribute?"

Jasper nodded.

"Then he's never going to find out about this...there will be nothing playful about your punishment if he does."

The very real danger of upsetting Kodjo too much was a natural aphrodisiac, and Jasper's body was ablaze with tender nerves at the fantasies of what a ferocious lion might do when pushed too far.

He was only getting a sample of it to that point, but in that instance, the reality was far superior to any fantasy Jasper could concoct: the rigid weight of a thick knuckle pushing into his entrance left him unable to relax in place, and though he did his best to clench around the narrower base of the digit, he couldn't prepare for the rapid thrust of Kodjo's wrist.

If there was ever a signal that he should have kept his mouth shut, the sensation of claws raking down his back and leaving trails of burning, tender flesh would have been it...but after the gasp that escaped Jasper's muzzle, the lion could almost tell that his new plaything was going to make a glib remark.

That still wandering paw wrapped around the front of Jasper's face and clamped his tiny muzzle shut, and for the first time, he felt something more than the playful, giddy excitement that came from kicking the proverbial hornet's nest.

He was _terrified_of what might happen next, but his only reaction was the pressing of a stiffening cock against the ground as Kodjo loomed over him, utterly controlling his every move.

"Are you honestly enjoying this?" Kodjo asked, able to see the way that Jasper trembled under his touch. He'd captured enough smaller animals to know the difference between an uncontrollable spasm of fear, and the quick, quiet pulses of arousal through a body upon a sensual touch. "You...you twisted little creature!"

Those words did all they could to come across as threatening, but they put a wider grin on Jasper's held face. He couldn't properly reply with his jaws clamped shut, but Kodjo recognized the curl of his smirk at the question; there was no way around how into the act the rabbit already was.

If he ate Jasper, Kodjo was going to have to answer for his crimes: directly disobeying an order from the chief was one of the gravest mistakes he could make.

If the rabbit was already a willing participant, however, there were plenty of ways that Kodjo could vent his frustrations about his current assignment.

"Feels like there's nothing I can do to make you hate this...but I'm really not worried about understanding your mind, rabbit. If you're going to try and draw some kind of sick pleasure from this, I'm not above doing the same."

Just having such thick and heavy digits around his face made it tough for Jasper to breath, but worse than that was the new weight against his lower back as Kodjo leaned over his form and began to pin him. The pleasure of a penetrating pawtip was removed from the equation, replaced with the far superior touch of a slowly growing member.

Jasper would never be able to take the whole thing; at least, he didn't believe that he could, but sure enough, Kodjo was prodding at the entrance of his tailhole with it, all while leaning over his body and forcing the rabbit to hold some of the burden of his larger size.

Other members of the tribe struggled to squirm free from Kodjo's weight when he was training them in the ways of hunting and capture. Jasper may have been inducted to the tribe by dumb luck, but he didn't stand a chance of escaping; drawing a breath was already becoming nigh impossible as his tiny lungs were pressed into the ground, along with the rest of his chest.

He was lightheaded by the time Kodjo gave him any sort of a break. His mind was just starting to black out when he felt the weight easing a little bit, and along the base of his spine, the lion's impressive member began to grind, spilling precum across the small gap between his shoulder blades.

"Figures that you'd be too small to properly fuck," Kodjo groaned. "But you've got such a big, wise-cracking mouth on you...I'm sure it's a bit more flexible than the rest of your body."

The moment that he could, Jasper sucked in a deep, fulfilling breath and exhaled the small buildup of carbon dioxide that had gathered in his lungs. "You...y-you wouldn't want to p-put it there," he argued, doing his best to return to sarcastic form without showing how much Kodjo had finally gotten to him. "You'd miss my wisecracks, no doubt about it!"

"You're in luck," Kodjo suggested. "Our tribe doesn't have any standards about talking with your mouth full."

It was _almost_frustrating to Jasper that he didn't get a chance to reply before he was clenched between a massive pair of paws, but he was too busy enjoying the thrill of being handled like a ragdoll to offer up a complaint. With impressive ease, Kodjo took the smaller creature and flipped him onto his back, before tossing him back down into the dirt; there was no caution in his movements, and no regard for the rabbit's safety in his approach.

Jasper was nearly _clubbed_by the incoming weight of the lion's flesh as his length moved forward, along with the rest of his overpowering form. Just having the twitching rod in his face was an enticing moment, but that wasn't enough for Kodjo, who looked down at the rabbit and wondered how he was going to take even the tip of that cock in his mouth.

Of course, that was a problem for Jasper to figure out, and Kodjo to enjoy.

"Is this how they shake hands where you're from?" Jasper asked, doing his best to keep the humorous sarcasm about him...but it was getting terribly difficult to maintain that façade. "I know we've already been introduced, but you're taking things just a little too far, aren't you?"

Swollen orbs came to rest on Jasper's neck, and purely by the difference in their species, the rabbit felt his breathing restricted by how full and thick they were. Precum dripped just beyond the top of Jasper's head, staining the dirt behind him...but a small trail of the same still came down and smeared into the fur between his ears as Kodjo adjusted himself.

As much fun as the lion was starting to have with his new companion's unique mannerisms, those words wouldn't hold a stick to the feeling of a tiny, helpless creature gagging around the end of his member.

"They're gonna go a lot farther than this, rabbit. Don't tell me you've dug yourself a new grave with tired, old words?"

Getting Jasper to open his mouth again wasn't any sort of challenge. Kodjo knew he'd prompt a response, but even the first syllable was muffled as the lion jabbed the tip of his cock at a tiny, faintly opened muzzle.

Lips parted around the messy, dripping tip and tried to contain the mess, but the difference in their size was too much to overcome, and the difference in their weight came into focus as Kodjo rested even a small part of his thighs on Jasper's torso.

The combination was enough to leave the rabbit completely bug-eyed: whether his eyes or his throat were bulging more was hard to tell, but Kodjo was enjoying both sights equally as he pushed through any resistance the rabbit could muster.

His maw was defiled, and his throat was forcefully spread open by the barbed tip of a feline tool; he enjoyed every moment of that, but panic was starting to set in once again as he tried to breathe. He was wise enough to take in air through his nostrils, but the extra weight against his diaphragm was turning every breath into a labor...and each time he managed to draw air, there was a little bit less to be collected on the next inhale.

The race was on to see if he could bring Kodjo to climax before he passed out from the lack of oxygen, and between his own legs, his cock was twitching wildly with the prospect of something so exciting, yet so perilous.

As much as his body was giving off such an obvious signal of enjoyment, his mind was finally starting to catch up to what a mistake he might have made.

Wow, he's...he's a lot bigger up close, isn't he? Jasper thought, as he did his best not to show the squirm of his thighs. His dull, short claws were scraping the ground for purchase, but he wasn't going to find a full breath to take, no matter how he struggled for it.

What little air he could draw was tainted with the thick, warm musk of the lion above him, but it wasn't a gentle tincture. The blend was forced into his mouth by the tip of an invading cock, and even as that warm, barbed head slipped past his lips and tickled the rabbit's throat, he was trying to think of ways to taunt Kodjo, should he ever let up and give his capture the chance.

Pride, honor, and the goodwill of the tribe had been tossed aside, along with any regard for Jasper's safety; he would not be getting a chance to make small of the larger creature anytime soon.

"I'm sure you've got something more to say, don't you?" Kodjo asked, giving Jasper a taste of his own medicine, and more immediately, a forced sample of his precum. For what the rabbit was used to taking, even a single gulp of the lion's slick, clear offering felt like an entire load from his species. "Good thing you're already used to swallowing...what do the other rabbits do with you when you're not busy getting kidnapped by lions, hm?"

Jasper had earned plenty of verbal scorn and then some, and worse than that, he didn't have a choice in hearing those words or not; his ears were too sensitive to drown out Kodjo's voice, even if he were to try and fold them back.

A spurt of his own preseed revealed that he was quite enjoying the treatment regardless, but Kodjo was determined to focus on his own pleasure...there were other reactions he was hoping to see from the once egregious rabbit.

It all started with leaning back, forcing his rump to settle right in the middle of Jasper's chest. The length of his thin, feline tail gave a flicker of delight at the more comfortable position, but just below that, Jasper tried to take in a breath, only to find that the combination of a thick, tasty rod in his throat and a massive weight on his lungs made it nigh impossible.

The conscious world began to fade behind a swirl, as if the architect of his mind was slathering swirls of oil paint across his vision. As the sight of Kodjo distorted above him, he tried to keep swallowing against the tickling barbs upon his throat, but he lost control of the once skillful muscles, allowing the lion to reach a greater depth than he should have.

It wasn't until Jasper's eyes rolled back slightly that Kodjo finally leaned forward, and his own eyes rolled with mock frustration at having to adjust his pose. "Is that all you can take? You'll need to work on your lung capacity if you'll be of any use to the tribe as a hunter..."

The words only _just_came across to Jasper, who felt vital air rushing to his lungs once more at an uncontrolled gasp. The swirling pools of nausea that formed in his sight receded, and as he looked up again, he felt a relief unlike any he'd ever known.

Too much air was flooding his lungs as he sucked in a breath, with his muzzle cleared once more.

"I'll...be..."

Kodjo stared down at the rabbit, standing right over his face and letting dribbles of precum spill down; the heavy droplets landed right between Jasper's eyes, degrading him without the lion having to utter another word.

His curiosity, however, was getting the better of him. "You'll be what?"

"B...better..."

The lion's brow was already cocked with a dangerous blend of interest and frustration.

"Do yourself a favor and don't sa-

"A better h-hunter than you," Jasper boldly claimed, despite knowing the terrible punishment he'd receive for it. In his time, he'd already been through enough brushes with death to lose the natural fear of it, and seeing the vigor stolen from Kodjo's expression, the rabbit would have declared himself the winner of their one-sided battle, if he had enough air left in his lungs.

His words, however, could only sting at Kodjo, and the lion was used to ignoring the barbs of weaker creatures.

"Not in your wildest dreams," Kodjo answered, giving a more delicate reply than Jasper was expecting.

Of course, the lion was better at speaking with actions than words, and dropping his knees over the paws of the rabbit and burying them into small craters in the dirt hammered his point home better than any vague threat ever could have.

"If you'd just kept your bragging mouth shut, I might have let you hobble out into the field to start a new life...but you know what? Shutting you up is just too much fun, Jasper."

Being so short of breath made it hard for Jasper to convey just how painful it was to have his digits crushed into the dirt. He tried gasping, but his lungs weren't fully recovered yet, and his mind was still swimming; that lack of oxygen overwhelmed his gag reflex when Kodjo dipped the tip of his cock into the rabbit's muzzle once more.

"I could just keep you silent like this...leave my cock in your throat until the gagging stopped," Kodjo warned him. "But if I'm being honest, you're starting to grow on me; you know, when you put your wisecracking mouth to better use."

Even Jasper's legs felt the weight of the lack of oxygen, keeping them from kicking, even as his cock continued to twitch between his legs. His arms couldn't budge an inch under the impressive weight of Kodjo's body, but he tried to wiggle his digits in the dirt, in a vain attempt to keep blood flowing to them.

He was completely crushed, and if Kodjo took even a moment to look behind him and see the messy, erect length of the rabbit, he'd realize how much his dominance was playing into the hands of the crafty lapine.

"That's it...keep sucking, boy. You'll likely pass out if you don't..."

Trails of spittle and precum oozed over the sides of Jasper's short, crammed muzzle as Kodjo took the opportunity to properly enjoy himself. As he leaned forward, he went down on all fours and rested his palms in the dirt, giving him all the leverage he needed to pump from the hips and roll on his knees.

There wasn't anywhere for his length to go, deep as it was already reaching into Jasper's throat...but getting to add that bit of pressure with a thrust was simply divine.

"Tell me, rabbit: what's the biggest drink you've ever consumed at once? Go on...feel free to brag about it," Kodjo taunted him, as if he could feel Jasper wanting to make a snide remark. "I can't imagine you've got much room in your belly for a proper tankard of anything, but I wonder...do you think you can handle everything I've got?"

Jasper's vision was still wobbly, at best, but he couldn't mistake the swinging weight of such large, swollen orbs as they slapped against the underside of his chin. His head and neck were being lifted by the sheer force of every thrust, before the back of his skull went limp against the soft ground.

For all of his bragging and boasting, Jasper was reduced to little more than a warm sleeve for the lion to vent his frustrations into...and both parties were getting just what they wanted.

"What's the matter? Not g-gonna brag about your past accomplishments?" Kodjo asked, as the weight of pleasure began breaking apart the pace of his words. "Just gonna sit there and swallow it like a good little bunny? I'm shocked at you, Jasper..."

Giving the rabbit a taste of his own medicine would have been orgasmic enough, even without the tight, messy clench of a throat around his rod.

Watching Jasper's eyes widen as he realized what kind of volume the lion was capable of was simply a cherry on top of what had become a rather delicious afternoon.

"A good hunter never leaves...a-any fucking trace," Kodjo groaned through his climax and tried his best to stay in character, as if any part of this could ever be construed as a proper hunting lesson. "So you'd better swallow all of it!"

Jasper didn't have a prayer in the world of accomplishing such an impressive feat. Just to keep his airflow around, he swallowed around the impressive length, but just the weight of the veins throbbing against his tongue was enough to leave gaps in the edges of his lips. As thin, running seed poured down his chin and over his neck, he became bathed with an overwhelming mess, so plentiful that it dribbled into the divots that were left in the ground around him.

A final trail went between his eyes, and as he tried to blink them closed, Kodjo leaned back, knelt upright and grabbed the rabbit's ears, tugging up to ensure that he'd feel every heavy pulse of the cock in his muzzle. The mess drizzled back down, but Kodjo didn't mind getting a little bit of his own cum on his torso, if it meant he'd get to see Jasper's defeated expression.

Much to his chagrin, when he gazed down and saw the rabbit barely clinging to consciousness, he could still see some form of defiance in the twinkle of his eyes. Even around a member that was impossibly thick for him to deal with, there was a hint of a smirk in the corner of his lips.

Kodjo, in his disbelief, released his painfully tight grip on the rabbit's ears and watched closely, as if he believed Jasper would fall limp on being let go; he barely stayed upright, but he was fading fast from the effort that he'd given.

For every bit of mockery he'd offered, he gave just as much of himself, if not more to the cause of proving that he could keep up with Kodjo.

"Wh...what was that...a-about lung capacity?" he asked, doing his best to contain his cough until he swallowed down every drop of the lion's yield. His belly was already slightly distended from the sheer volume of it. "Seems I got plenty."

Stunned, but undeniably pleased, Kodjo did his best to smirk back at his new companion. He wanted to look as though he were still capable of the threats that he'd made before, but he knew Jasper's wisdom all too well at that point.

The rabbit would see right through the façade.

"For most hunters, what you just did would be considered a warmup," Kodjo claimed. "I suppose you've earned your right to try a real hunt tomorrow."

Overwhelmed, overpowered and outsized, Jasper still managed to end the day feeling like he was the winner, even when he couldn't look more defeated if he tried.