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"You going to cum for me, kitten?" Husk growled in Nimble's ear. The blushing cheetah was crushed into a bed of animal skins by Husk's larger bulk. The hyena laid across his back, a finger working in and out of Nimble's cum-slick asshole. The yeen's large digit jammed his prostate in quick, circular motions of his paw.

Nimble mewled and shivered, his barbed cock already smearing their bed in cum. He gyrated his hips, humping up into that finger and down into the sheets. It was hard to believe a month ago such a position was unthinkable.

"Give in," Husk whispered, nibbling on his ear.

Nimble came again. His balls drew tight and he whined. His dick shot weakly against the bedding. The warm cum smeared his barbed shaft. Husk felt him cum, a growling laugh that haunted Nimble's dreams filled their den. It had been Nimble's home originally: a small space dugout out of a rocky outcropping. Husk had moved himself in after a week of "training" Nimble. His excuse: "If you stay with me one of my brothers might try to take you from me. Your marrow belongs to me, kitten."

Marrow was what he called it. Husk's large paw closed around Nimble's sheath and shaft. He groaned, the paw pads so much stimulation he tried vainly to squirm out of Husk's grip.

"Mmm, heheh, you sure you're not a lion? We've been milking you like one lately." Husk released his cock and flipped Nimble on his back. His muzzle descended and their jaws locked in a passionate kiss. Husk tasted of Nimble's cum and rim. He had not fucked Nimble once today. Nimble woke with Husk sucking him off, then used the contents of that load to rim him before fingering and masturbating the cheetah for the last hour.

All of it the strange torturous bliss that had completely altered the once prideful cheetah. He threw his arms around the muscular hyena's neck and moaned into the kiss, his rough feline tongue being overwhelmed by his partner's bigger, purple one.

Eventually, Husk let Nimble come up for air. He sat up, drool messily falling from his muzzle till he wiped it off. He flashed his teeth and said, "We should eat, hmm?"

"What about..." Nimble took a breath, "Hah, what about you?" With Husk straddling his waist, Nimble had a clear view of the dark, spade-tipped cock that had changed his life. It was thick as Nimble's wrist, and stood straight up, the tip traveling to Husk's navel, and leaked so much his sheath was damp with precum. Nimble reached for the shaft, a little transfixed, but Husk caught his paw.

"So needy."

Nimble bit his lip then shot back, "Because you made me."

"Heheh, I made you a slut, kitten?"

His ears folded back. "No! I... I just mean you made me think I always have to get you off."

"Not yet, kitten. I have a treat for you."

He got up. "This will go down. For now, we should go on the hunt."

***

Their game that morning amounted to little more than a scrub hare, but between Husk' experience and Nimble's speed they had not gone hungry in a long time. They settled for the hare. When the boulders marking Nimble's den came into view, Husk plucked the hare out of his kitten's grip and said, "You go on and get a fire ready. I will skin and wash this at the river."

Nimble saw no reason to protest. Though neither needed their meat cooked, it still made for a tastier meal. Husk plodded off; soon enough that when Nimble noticed his den disturbed, the hyena was out of sight. A smell of someone lingered in the air. He noticed fresh tracks leading into his den, which meant the person did not care about being spotted. He called out at the entrance, "Who is there?"

A figure emerged from around the corner of the boulder. "Don't be so nervous, son."

Nimble leapt backwards, hair standing on end. "D-Dad?"

Nimble's father, Fallow Grasses, matched Nimble in build. True to their breed, his father was wiry and athletic, only showing his age in a stomach not quite as taut as Nimble's. Fallow was taller than Nimble by a whole head, but he had always been a bit runty compared to his family.

Nimble glanced over his shoulder, worried Husk might return any moment. "What are you doing here?"

"There have been rumors son. People have seen you hunting with a hyena."

"I... they have?" Nimble did not know whether to play dumb or not. His den reeked of Husk's scent, surely his father knew another male had taken up with him--

"I'm here to talk you out of whatever it is you're doing," Fallow said. His expression became stern, tail uplifted and gaze hard. "Hyenas are nothing but trouble."

Nimble did not know what to say. He had not once considered other cheetahs caring enough to--

Fallow eyes popped and he stepped backwards. "You!" he spat.

Husk had reappeared behind Nimble. The hyena dwarfed both cats, and he snickered when he said, "I was wondering if you were coming today."

"Y-you--" Fallow seemed petrified.

Husk stepped past Nimble and said, "Why fear, old kitten? You used to come running to me."

Now Nimble's hair stood on end. "What?"

With a toothy grin, Husk said to Nimble, "He was the first predator I ever caught. I was much younger then, you were probably just a little cub. His marrow was very sweet, but then he went away."

"M-my brothers..." a knot bobbed visibly in Fallow's throat. "They took me to new hunting grounds. Away from you."

Nimble remembered. A summer when he still followed his mother on hunts. Their whole family took a long journey west.

"Heh," Husk scratched his stomach. His fine, chocolate coat not hiding at all the yeen's remarkable build. "Caught your son like you, didn't know it was him at first."

"You knew?" Nimble hissed.

"Same scent," Husk said this with a delighted giggle. "Like father like cub, eh?" Neither Nimble nor Fallow could look at each other. "Oh come on now. Why waste this reunion, hmm?"

Nimble flushed, ears going a little pink.

Husk glanced from past pet to present. He had arranged this, making sure word spread, making sure to get word when Fallow would come here. He knew it would be Fallow. The cheetah would have felt obligated. Now he had them both.

Husk gestured to Nimble. "Come here, kitten."

Nimble could not stop himself. His feet moved towards Husk till he set his chin in his mentor's waiting hand. His tail quivered when Husk started scritching his jawline and throat. Nimble knew it wrong, but Husk... Husk...

Perhaps Nimble did not realize just how far he had fallen.

But Fallow knew. He snarled and pounced, aiming to shove his son away, but he felt a great weight knock against his chest. Husk caught him and threw Fallow to the ground.

"Husk!" Nimble protested.

Winded, Fallow struggled to get his bearings, hearing Husk say, "Relax, kitten, I won't hurt him." Husk straddled Fallow's stomach, pinning the older cheetah's paws over his head. Even with all his strength, Husk's one paw was a match to both Fallow's arms.

"What are you going to do?" Nimble asked.

"Remind him of what he is," Husk said. He leered down at Fallow, who bared his fangs.

"Help me Nimble!" Fallow called, but Nimble remained rooted in place.

Until Husk said, "Come here, kitten." Nimble moved to the hyena's side, Fallow kicking at the dirt and yowling. Husk laughed. "He's real worked up, huh? Probably bite me if I get too close, but not you, eh? Not his own cub."

"Nimble, please," Fallow begged.

Nimble understood what Husk insinuated. Doing something with his father felt unthinkably taboo, and yet... His father had always been so hard on Nimble, being the runt. It was a testament to the young cheetah's toughness that he still lived today. The thought of his father being used by him, forcing his father too...

He huffed and asked Husk, "What do you want me to do?"

Fallow bucked but did nothing to move Husk. "He'll be feisty for a moment. Sit on his shoulders with your knees, and see how well he can work his tongue on you, eh?"

With ease and iron grip, Husk moved Fallow's arms by the wrist, pinning them so his paws wrested on his crotch. Then his son, fruit of his loins, moved over him. Fallow did not struggle. Breathless, stunned, he didn't react until Nimble's weight firmly pinned down his shoulders. His son removed his loincloth, and Fallow saw his son athletic, little rear. The white fur soft and clean, his rim puffy from constant use. Fallow tried back his head away as his son sat on his face, but Nimble grabbed him by the scruff, claws digging in. The older cheetah flashed his fangs, but could not bring them to bear on his son. Husk had been right, and then his muzzle was forced into his son's butt. Fallow grimaced as he unwilling took in the scent of his son's well used sex. The entrance had an earthy musk undercut with something sharper, a bit acrid. The familiar scent of Husk's cock. A cock he had tried his best to forget. That he had managed to banish from all but his nightmares and now...

Now his son's soft rim rubbed against his nose, getting that smell there. Fallow whimpered, which Husk laughed at.

"He's not kicking as much now, see?"

As if reminded, Fallow renewed his struggles, but his son's weight and Husk's immutable strength made it impossible to do more than get the occasional gasp of fresh air. When he did, Nimble's claws dug into his scruff and yanked him back into place.

"Is he licking you yet?" Husk asked.

"Not yet," Nimble growled. Was he frustrated with Fallow? How could he possibly be--

Fallow yowled at a sharp pain in his testes. Husk's free paws had grabbed his balls and twisted them. "Come on, old man," Husk said, "Make this easy on yourself."

Fallow grit his teeth, eyes watering. It hurt up to his stomach, but Husk eased off. Fallow thought it a bluff, not a warning. "Nimble! Son! When the coalition hears about this--argh!" Husk cut him off with another twist.

"Father is stubborn, eh kitten?" Husk said to Nimble. "He wasn't so rigid when I first encountered him."

"He's afraid," Nimble said, and Fallow could hear his son's smugness in his voice. "Unlike me, he knows he can't have pride and be a slut."

"Hehehe," Husk giggled. "I remember. You at least confronted me after. He just hid like a scared hare."

Fallow groaned and tried again to plead with his son, "Nimble, you don't--"

That rear pressed so hard against Fallow's face it practically suffocated him. "Keep at it," Husk encouraged. "Predators are never easy, but that's why breaking them is so fun."

Breaking. Did Nimble really want to break his own father?

"Just give in, dad. Come on," Nimble growled. "You know what you want."

Husk ripped off Fallow's loincloth, and he and Nimble laughed.

Fallow, humiliated, knew what they saw. His cock was throbbing fresh from its sheath. This had all gotten him hard. He felt Husk's paw close around it and he kicked and squirmed, vainly trying to get away. At the same time he wanted to hump into the paw, his prick throbbing at the touch. He whined against his son's rear, ears folded backwards in submission. Husk said, "Come on, lick your son and I'll play with your little prick. Make you feel good instead of bad."

Either more tormenting his loins or pleasure. The choice was clear. If Fallow played along, he could get out of this sooner. The sooner he got out of this, the sooner he might escape and get help. He submitted now so they would let their guard down. That was the only reason he would submit.

That's what Fallow told himself, at least.

Nimble grit his teeth when his father began to tongue his asshole. That scratchy tongue tenderized his rim, quickly inflaming it with need while Fallow worked him over. He let go over his father, finding he did not need to force the older male, merely grind backwards on his face. Nimble flashed Husk a fanged grin, which the yeen returned with a little snicker. That massive paw closed two digits around Fallow's length. Nimble knew those pawpads well, how they could cause so much sensation with a few skilled strokes. Fallow mewled into his son's cheeks, hips humping into Husk who continued jerking him.

His son. The taste of his son, tainted with Husk's strapping, salty musk. A mixture of earthy flavors that stained his senses. Nimble had been so used he could just taste Husk's cock, and unbidden, suppressed memories of getting on his knees to worship that massive tool came rushing back. Fallow's body flushed more and more with heat as Husk toyed with him. He knew this wrong. His son was the last person he should do this with, but he could not stop himself. He grabbed Nimble by those feminine hips so he could steady all that worthless humping. Fallow forced his tongue into his son's slutty rump, and Nimble yowled at the penetration.

Husk watched the interplay between father and son, grinning wildly. His sheath throbbed, that heavy tube still keeping his meat sealed. Husk could force his erection out, but wanted these two slutty cats to do it for him. Not yet, though. Fallow still needed to be reminded of who he was first.

Fallow heard Husk say, "Kitten, it's time you show him what a real cat's prick is like."

"Yes," Nimble breathed. He moved off Fallow's face and a pair white, fuzzy balls rested on his nose instead. They were bigger than Fallow's, bigger than he remembered seeing his son's ever being, but he barely got a whiff of their musk before Nimble pinched his maw open. His son fed him his cock, and at first Fallow gasped and struggled. He remembered how wrong all this was, but Husk grabbed his arms and held him down. He tried to shove his son's meat out his maw, but only succeeded in running his tongue up and down it. The cock he sired, plugging his muzzle, peeking into his throat. Enough that Fallow gagged, eyes watering as he grew used to his throat warming his son's tip.

At some point Husk let him go, when the struggle fled from Fallow again. This hyena was ruining them both. Fallow should still be fighting, but something about all this felt so good. His hips humped into the air listlessly until Husk said something. Fallow, so caught up in sucking, missed it, but understood what he ordered when Nimble double over his father. The younger cheetah's paws cupped his father's balls. That touch got Fallow to whimper, which broke into a full yowl when his son's muzzle closed around his cock. That rough muscle almost hurt with how much sensation it thrusted upon Fallow. His hips jerked backwards, fruitlessly, to escape, but he had nowhere to go. Nimble followed, so Fallow relented.

Father and son humped into each other's muzzles, only concerned with the smell and taste of each other's sex. The pleasure that might come from servicing another male's meat while also being serviced. Fallow's feet kicked in the air as his son's tongue slipped up and down his shaft, pressing, rubbing, teasing, whole maw warming and sucking. In a sudden, horrifying moment of clarity, Fallow realized he was headed to a cliff's edge. That if he did not stop soon he'd cum, and everything he worked for in the last decade would be undone.

Then Nimble, with a huff, slammed into his mouth. His son's bigger balls flexed against his nose, his son's bigger shaft twitched in his muzzle, and Fallow tasted his son's cum. Salty, thick as any cheetah in their prime. It shot into the back of Fallow's throat, flooding up into his sinuses and mouth before he could even think to swallow. Something about his son breeding his face was far too much, far lewder than anything he might dream. Fallow came, no longer fighting to get his son off him. He wrapped his thighs around his boy's face and humped hard into that muzzle, as if Nimble might try to escape. His slutty son had no intention of that. Both cheetahs suckled their shafts until it hurt. Only then did Fallow release his son.

"Heh, good job, kitten. Now come get your reward," Husk growled from nearby.

Easily, as if Fallow no longer existed, Nimble slipped off his father. Fallow, panting, swallowed the remains of cum in his mouth before finally sitting up and looking to where his son had gone.

Husk was so big he needed to duck inside Nimble's den. Right now he leaned against the roof of its entrance, a casual slouch, muscular thighs spread. That richly dark, spotted fur looked immaculate there, thicker on his crotch, to heavy sheath (easily thicker than Fallow's puny shaft). Nimble sat on his knees between those thighs, nuzzling but not licking Husk's massive testes.

"Come on, dad," Husk said with a little snicker. "We won't start without you."

They were there, a few paces away. No one held him down. If he wanted to flee he finally could, run back to the coalition and then hunt down and kill Husk. It's what he should have done soon as he saw that awful hyena.

That awful hyena whose spade-tipped prick just swelled from its sheath. The flesh glistening with pent up arousal, looking like throbbing obsidian in the light. A sharp, salty scent of cock came with it. So virile, powerful, alluring.

Just for old times. He could do this. Some awakened part of Fallow just needed this so badly. Once he got that out of his system, then he could go. It would be fine. Just... he just...

Husk's grin was all teeth as he watched Fallow crawl towards him. He loved cheetahs. These slim, muscular bodies were pretty and fast, but so soft and pliable. So very pliable. Enough good dick and they got on their knees like the father and son before him.

"Good kittens," Husk said. "Get me ready for you."

Fallow barely noticed his purring harmonize with his son's. Both feline's went to work grooming Husk's sack, tongues catching against the fur on the yeen's scrotum, lifting a nut up then working it back down. Both, once tasting of the other's cum, began to replace their palettes with the sweaty and earthy musk of Husk's nuts. Nimble eventually worked up, licking lovingly along Husk's sheath. The yeen's half-hard cock pulsed against his whiskers, and Nimble eyed his partner with utter adoration. He had been waiting all day to taste's Husk's length, and his father would not be getting in the way of it now.

Not that Fallow minded. While Nimble began to savor the sharper tang and flavor of Husk's meat, Fallow followed a thick tuft of fur that led under Husk's balls. Soon he tongued and kissed his old master's taint, tail curling as he did. The scent and flavor there similar but stronger than his balls. It made Fallow's once spent cock throb and leak precum with renewed vigor. So good... why did Fallow ever give this up? He couldn't remember, couldn't think past that scent. He just purred and licked and licked.

Husk let him, fondly scritching behind Nimble's ear as the cheetah bobbed slowly up and down his length. That tight, warm muzzle suckled on his meat like Nimble longed for the sweet marrow in a bone. The cock tip jabbed into Nimble's throat, making it bulge with his girth. Husk sighed, content, as Nimble swallowed around his dripping girth, getting the yeen to his full length.

Nimble would happily serve Husk till his jaw became limp and sore, but the yeen had more pressing plans. At a slight tug on the ear, Nimble slid off his length, kissing the spade one last time, and panting dumbly across it. "Such good kittens," Husk said. "Don't worry Nimble. You will get your turn, but for now we need to make sure your father is good and broken."

Broken? Fallow thought, going still. This was wrong, he remembered now how wrong this was, but when Husk grabbed him by the scruff Fallow offered no resistance. Even with tooth and claw, he was completely helpless to this superior male, and besides, serving felt better. Not to mention Fallow's need. Right, he would get off and then, when he could think clearly, the coalition... Husk yanked Fallow to his feet, the elder still thinking about the coalition when he was kissed. Sloppy, purple tongue shoved into his maw and he mewled, helpless as Husk tasted him with a pleased snarl. Fallow's cock jumped, all thought of the coalition erased with a single, heated kiss.

Husk broke it, grinning at Fallow, whose muzzle was wet with Husk's drool. "You're ready," Husk said before spinning Fallow around. He barely managed a gasp as Husk hoisted him up by the thighs, his back falling against the yeen's big, broad chest. Husk held him off the ground, over his thick, throbbing length.

"Guide me in, kitten," Husk said to Nimble. Still on his knees before the two, Nimble took the throbbing length in his paw, aiming it at his father's dark rim. That pucker had not been used in years. As Husk's length touched it, Fallow's hair stood on end. Slimy precum smeared along his entrance, tainting it with Husk's scent before, with a grunt, the yeen jabbed it inside.

Fallow yowled, nearly screaming, as it spread him. It hurt, burning his insides. Husk licked behind his ear then whispered, "Relax... remember how you took it before... your body remembers, eh?"

"He's tight?" Nimble asked.

"Heh, not slutty and loose like you," Husk said to his kitten. "I prefer a messy slut, but this is the way most predators start."

"I'll help him relax."

Standing on his knees, Nimble licked up his master's shaft. The taste of his potent cock made his toes curl before the flavor turned to his father's rim. He licked that entrance, not so much soothing it with his rough tongue, but tenderizing it with a new sensation, making it more sensitive as he applied drool there. And soon Fallow began to huff and pant above him, clearly still in some pain, but with something new blooming.

The itch. His body did remember now. Night lying awake with his family, wandering out into the savannah, searching for Husk to solve this itch along his rim. An emptiness inside him, a longing to have it filled, to have his rim messed up by fat hyena cock, his insides plumbed by it. He remembered, and began to relax. Slowly, Husk began to roll his hips. That pain, once burning, slowly simmered into pleasure around his entrance as, by each breath, his ass swallowed more of Husk's cock. That dark spire of meat so good inside him. To feel full. To feel complete.

Husk so enjoyed making a predator submit like this. He felt it from Fallow, his body yielding to the pleasure, becoming another thing for Husk to use. His cock leaked precum constantly, making the passage of his shaft into his old toy slick and easy. By the time he reached his sheath, Fallow had a noticeable bulge at his navel, but he did not seem to notice it. His head fell to the side, tongue lolled from his mouth, panting and drooling dumbly. His eyes were squeezed shut, in his own happy little place of bliss.

Nimble saw it too, and it made his shaft ache. To see his father brought so low, to see Husk exercise his power on Fallow. He sat in awe, so much he almost missed it when Husk told him to stand.

So wrapped up in his own little world, Fallow didn't notice any change till he was shoved forward. He groaned as Husk's cock rocked inside him, suddenly held up by Husk's cock and the yeen's big paws on his hips. Nimble caught his father by the shoulders, grabbing him by the scruff. Fallow was face to face with his son's cock again. He realized Husk had no intention of their reunion not including his son at every moment.

He opened his maw for Nimble, eager moan muffled by his son's slick prick. The familiar flavor wasn't as strong as Master Husk's, but...

Wait--no. Husk was not supposed to be--

Before Fallow might refute his own thoughts further, Husk began to rut him.

Such a pathetic sight for the haughty cheetah! Husk laughed at Fallow. His legs dangled worthlessly off the ground while he hugged his arms around his son, completely suspended by the two studs spitroasting him. Nimble and Husk exchanged a grin. Nimble held his father by the scruff and throat, nearly choking him as he humped in time with Husk's thrust. Each time Husk moved his hips, Fallow's body rocked forward and back. His asshole lewdly stretched around fat yeen cock, precum dribbling around it, leaking as often as Fallow's dick did on the dirt. Fallow, who could do nothing more than gurgle and moan as he was used. Husk worked his hips faster, ploughing Fallow's tight little body so hard Nimble needed to brace himself not to be shoved back every time Husk slammed inside his father.

Fallow saw white. White cum spilled across the grass, coming in weak little spurts. Each time Husk slammed on his prostate it made Fallow cum, but it was so much pressure the cheetah could not contract his inner muscles well. So his dick drooled cum, worthlessly, as his insides became a sloppy mess stirred up by his master's tool. And his son gleefully used his muzzle, fucking his throat until sticky strings of seed spilled inside his maw again. Nimble moaned over him, holding his father tight to his hips. Fallow's eyes watered, face flushed with heat, body flushed. His body just a conduit for cock, pleased by the barbs scratching at his throat and the fat shaft ruining him. Then he felt it: Husk's knot swelling.

The yeen had hunched over a little, panting and slobbering all over Fallow's back. At the base of his cock swelled a knot that would ruin the hole of any mammal, which Husk planned to do. He watched Fallow's entrance cave in each time the knot smacked against it, bouncing off, rim yielding a little more each time, till it slipped in. Fallow screamed against his son, who petted his father's neck.

"That's it, dad," Nimble purred, "You belong to us now."

"Help me stand him back up," Husk snarled, close to the edge. Nimble did, quickly pushing his father back up into the position he was first penetrated in. Cum and spit drooled from his mouth, panting as he seemed to finally notice the bulge in his stomach.

So full... fullness, completeness, his tiny prick not even seen around the bulge in his stomach. Fallow, amazed, felt so ready for his master's cum. He was not sure why Husk stopped until the hyena growled in his ear, "You see? This is where you belong."

"Y... yes..."

"You love being my pet, don't you?"

"Pl-please..." Fallow begged, "Let me be your, ah, pet. I want--"

"Need, kitten."

"I need you! Master..." Fallow whined.

"Rrrr, such a good, kitten, heh. Reminds me of old times."

Nimble stroked the bulge in Fallow's stomach, a feeling strange but not unpleasant for his father. He urged, "Cum in him, Husk. Claim him. You'd like that, wouldn't you, dad?"

"Yes! Please!"

Huffing, Husk started rolling his hips, forcing his knot to grind and tug on Fallow's inside. The new pet responded by shouting for any to hear, "Mark me! I'll be yours! Just please cum! Cum!"

Husk laughed at him, and that humiliation just made Fallow hotter. He didn't understand it. His body had been pushed past pleasure and arousal to this numb plateau of bliss, which suddenly spiked when Husk's cock twitched inside him. Husk bit down on his shoulder, strong jaws drawing blood and marking his new pet while his cock jerked and spat a torrent of seed. Fallow yowled, feeling sharp pain mixing with the joy of hot cum filling him. Gush after gush of those mighty balls quickly filled Fallow, making him pant with the exertion of taking such a massive load. His stomach began to gently swell, but he barely noticed when his son tugged him into a kiss. Both cheetahs moaned into each other's mouth, sharing in the ecstasy as enough cum to douse a campfire filled Fallow for the first time in over a decade. He'd missed it. Gods above he had been fooling himself. This was where he belonged. He was always meant to be the pet slut to bigger, stronger predators.

Husk released his neck and licked blood from his fur, cleaning it while Nimble broke the kiss. He scratched behind his father's ear and whispered, "What a good kitten, taking master's load."

It was his son telling him this, but it didn't matter. He leaned into the affection and purred, full of warmth and bliss. The praise almost felt as good as all the hot cum swimming inside him.

***

"You're okay just letting him go?" Nimble asked as his father padded away from their home.

"Heh, he won't betray us. He's going to come back to us crawling and mewling every chance he gets," Husk said, arms folded over his chest. It was early morning the next day, and their den reeked so pungently of sex it could be smelled even from two dozen paces. They had taken turns fucking Fallow for most of the night, training him and reminding him of his place. "He needs to leave so the ones who took him away last time don't come looking for him again," Husk added. He had ordered Fallow to find a watering hole between here and home, wash up, and then explain to the coalition that there was nothing to worry about.

"What now then? Do we just hunt more cheetahs?"

"Heh, we could, but what would be the challenge, hmm?" Husk turned on his small apprentice. "I am thinking there is bigger game to tame."

Nimble bit his bottom lip, then dared to ask, "You mean..."

"I like adding more kittens to my collection," Husk answered. "Lions are so proud, should be fun to break one."

"Have you ever--"

"No, but with the two of us, it should be easy," Husk said, fangs bared in a hungry grin.