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© Tsumi Moogle '22

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Through shifting gaps high in the canopy, the noon sunlight fell in beams, cutting through the otherwise soft green hue of myriad leaves, creating a dappled painting of the tall trunks and aged boughs about.

With the subtle movement of stripes through the undergrowth, despite being black and white, the Zebra was almost untraceable. His cap-toed feet padded silent over loamy earth, and expanses of grasses sprouting amidst the tall bodies of those trees, each a little marker, well known to he and his kin.

Despite the zenith of the sun's travails, beneath the broad leaves, things were pleasantly cool. The latent heat of the day filtered away far above: a perfect day, all said. Bad weather for scouting missions, perhaps, but never perfect enough to not demand guard duty.

Little though he expected anything along this strip of veldt. The pitted nature of its layout might have made a decent forward position, but as the surrounding lands rose about it, one was highly likely to be discovered leaving.

One of his rounded ears flicking, the Zebra turned his head silently, pausing as he followed the source of the noise. Too careless to be wild, too clumsy to be experienced, too easy, in any way he looked at it. A trap was almost too obvious.

Keeping low, and moving around grass and trees like a soft breeze, the Zebra kept a hand fast on his carved spear. Eyes glancing from nook to shadow to grass patch, until his deep russet eyes fell on the form of a reclining Lion by the river. Reclined. Not fallen. A similarly carved spear lay point down a ways away from the feline, in little more than a loin-cloth. Tawny and smooth furred, save lighter hands and feet that were padded with dark leathery pads. The rich shade of his dark hair not yet having spread out into a mane. Though his firm frame suggested he was nearing full maturity.

Except for laying exposed in enemy territory.

It would have been child's play to stake the feline where he lay. Dishonourable. Though the equine likely had a couple of heads worth of height on the sunning Leonine, and some amount of muscle mass, that was natural for Zebra. They grew fast, but Lions inevitably outgrew them. It would be child's play regardless. But this way, at least, one of them got to have an amount of fun.

Hunkering down, the Zebra smirked, his short tail swished, brushing the grass beside him. The only warning his quarry was going to get.

No sooner had the feline's eyes snapped open to look around with alarm, than the Zebra lunged. A hand swung for his spear, which had rolled just out of reach, before trying to lift with baring claws to resist the sudden crashing form of the larger male over him.

Momentum dragged them over, the Zebra wrestling at the feline's arms, and smirking wide as he braced his form to halt their motion, straddling the lion, and pressing those arms to the ground.

The lion struggled, eyes wide as he found himself quite outmatched in a matter of moments. The Zebra's weight holding him down, his arms handily bound beneath strong, capped finger'd hands.

'Shit!' The lion sputtered, legs thumping and squirming haplessly at the larger form's back.

'Perhaps if I were a Lion and you were an unaware Zebra.' smirked the taller form, watching the bucking and arching struggles, the honey-shaded fur roiling away. 'You are remarkably at ease in lands not yours, wanderer.'

'Just resting..!' The lion swallowed as he tugged at his arms, the grip on them unyielding. 'I didn't expect anyone along this section-' He cut himself off as the Zebra's smirk widened. Even with broader, flat teeth, the grin was dangerous under those dark, velvety lips.

'Not on your own, surely.' mused the Zebra as he shifted his grasp of the lion's arms to one hand. The other cupped his captive's chin, slowly turning his face this way and that. There were definitely the signs of a mane to come. A lack of scarring. He was only new. 'Not even out with an advance party for your coming-of-class hunt?'

'Of- Of course! They're just..' The lion hesitated, his wide green eyes staring at the equine, taking in the unblemished face, the tufty shock of a mohawk swaying just slightly with the breeze.

'Call them, then. Unless you are seeking to get yourself captured.' coaxed the Zebra. 'There should be nothing to occupy them otherwise.'

The lion's gaze darted a little from the Zebra's face as he panted anxiously.

'My, oh my. You _are_out here alone. My lucky day. What all could I do with my new captive, hmm?'

'You could let me go.' murmured the feline, in a desperate mix of hope and trepidation.

Blinking at the simple audacity, the Zebra laughed heartily, and leaned in slowly. Almost nose to nose with the feline.

'I could. But I find myself with a prize here. What if I wish to savour my victory, as you and yours so often do?' The equine's muzzle split about a thick tongue that squished thickly in the lion's neckfur, and dragged its way slowly up the side of the trembling form's burning face.

Sputtering, the Lion twisted his face away, his heart thundering away in his chest as the Zebra so wantonly toyed with him. He could have done so much more, he knew it. This was just a game.

Until the Zebra's ears flicked again. Staring at it twisting to one side of the stiff, black-and-white mohawk, he panted as the large form glanced up and about. Not wary, but simply aware. Those brown eyes returned to his face.

'Hmm, perhaps your advance party simply fell behind. How fortunate for you, little lord of the jungle.'

The lion swallowed and nodded.

'Indeed..! You-.. so you had better run, lest I turn you over our fires, myself!' he still whispered, as the Zebra thumbed along his jawline.

'Oh how the fates mock me and my victory.' The Zebra rumbled back softly. 'Of course, I will be patrolling here again tonight, should you seek another chance. ...We can try again, uninterupted, perhaps.' The zebra lifted an eyebrow, before moving with careful grace, kneeling up, and with another glance towards the source of scarcely concealed footsteps, he smirked as he released his grip on the feline's arms, and blending into the shadows of the trees, vanished with ease.

Sitting up in shock, the feline rubbed his arms, and scrambled to his feet to grab his spear, before a pair of full-grown lions stepped into view from around a large trunk.

One, with dark umber fur and a black mane, glanced to his companion, rolling his eyes before fixing the younger feline with a stare and jerked his head sharply. Time to go.

The smaller feline fell into step behind the duo, glancing about for a moment, and just barely catching sight of the zebra smirking at him amidst a patch of tall grass.

With the sun long set, and the moon in its full radiance, the veldt took a particularly silvery hue to its shape. The contrast of the shadows, deepened and the moonbeams carving through where the sun had bare hours ago made it quite a contrast. For the feline, it could have been quite beautiful, if not for the knowledge that he was disobeying directives for his own safety, as he crept with practised stealth. The shift of leaves and light kept his eyes darting about, ears alert.

Silently, he warred in his head at his own foolishness. Returning to Zebra lands, at the teasing beckons of one of his kind's normal prey.

Following the river he'd been settled beside, the feline kept to the deeper shadows, circling trees, and pausing, waiting as his sharp eyes followed the motion of moonlit leaves, the odd glimmer of the water...

Just up there, the spot he had met the equine. His nose twitched softly, breathing in the cool evening air, the smell of the river, and the loamy earth, the grass and the leaves on the breeze, and nothing else.

Creeping up towards the more open expanse of grassy floor, the Lion's tail twitched almost with disappointment. A sensation he quickly quelled, before something looped about his torso and his muzzle, and pulled him back into a tumbling roll.

Heavy weight pinned him in an all too familiar position, and his eyes blinked open to the silhouette of the Zebra over him, keeping his muzzle held in his broad hand.

'Dear me, that makes two for two, my little lordling.' The Zebra smirked as he looked over his prize. Using his hand to nudge the lion's spear aside, he inclined his head, thumbing along a cheek and easing his hand free.

Exhaling, the feline pushed a little at the larger form, though he found the Zebra quite unmoving.

'Do you have to do that..? You could simply have said hello.' the feline muttered, earning a warm chuckle.

'I am simply making a point, my friend. You have been found in Zebra territory, and quite aptly felled by an inhabitant, thus making you for all intents and purposes, mine.' mused the equine, letting his short tail flick and brush over the lion's thighs.

'Felled!' sputtered the feline. 'You just got the drop on me, is all!'

'Indeed. In the dark, alone, and more interestingly, after all I coaxed earlier today. I would almost think, by your warmth and the race of your heartbeat, that you were quite enjoying things.' The zebra smirked, as the lion glanced aside, grateful for the moonlight keeping his budding blush hidden.

'So, before we explore that particular oddity, how about we start with something more mundane. What should I call you, other than 'prize' or 'little lordling', hmm?'

'...Razi.' the feline finally uttered, staring up at his warden. 'And you?'

'Well, Sir would do well, but I know you lions all think you're king of the jungle, so I suppose I'll try not to knock you from your perch too hard. Call me Abio.'

'You don't seem as big as I expected for a scout.' Razi huffed gently, even as his squirms beneath the equine got him nothing except for Abio to sit a little former on his abdominals.

'I could say the same of you, Razi. You're practically a kitten by comparison.'

'I am nineteen summers, thank you! My father calls me a late bloomer.' puffed the feline, earning a perk of the Zebra's ears.

'A late bloomer indeed, I approach my nineteenth only a few moons from now. And yet you are so tiny.' the Zebra laughed as one of the feline's hands took a swipe at him. Catching it with ease, he stared at the feline. 'And who might your father be then, hmm?'

Razi's muzzle pursed shut. Blackmail wasn't unheard of across the lines. Though one side more often than not didn't get the chance to employ it. '...A hunter.' He said simply, tail swishing as he tugged at his hand. 'And you don't speak like any simple scout.'

'I rather doubt you've heard many scouts talking.' grinned the Zebra as he chuckled. 'Snoozing by the river, and coming back at a beckon. Twice now you've been caught..' Abio smirked as he leaned in to slowly squish his thick tongue against the lion's palm, snaking it about his wrist before drawing it back. 'So, I have to assume you were eager to be prey then.'

'You're not a lion..!' scoffed the feline as he tugged at his hand, cringing a little at the swishing of that heated muscle slicking his fingers, dipping one, then two into the soft velvety lips behind.

'And what does that have to do with anything, Razi?' Grinned the Zebra as he slowly released that hand and eased back off the smaller frame, letting him stand. 'You came here for a purpose, so why don't we both seek its fulfilment, and mine?'

Glancing towards his spear, the lion nibbled his lip as he rose to his feet, fingers curling, smearing the saliva between his pads with a shakey puff of breath.

'Very funny, Abio. Zebras cannot claim prey like that. There are no tales of it among my people.'

With a soft step, the Zebra approached slowly. Grinning as he found the feline matching his careful motions. A step to the left, and Razi inched to his right, circling slowly.

'And why do you think no lion's ever spoken of it?' the Zebra rumbled with a cheeky grin. Stepping closer, and continuing his steady prowl.

'Because your kind are plant eaters.' Razi smirked with as much assurance as he could muster. His heart still fluttering, leaping as he felt something solid bump into his back. Head twisting aside, he winced at the sight of the tree Abio had backed him up against, before turning his eyes back to the Zebra.

The Zebra who stood right before him, smirking down to him and pressing a hand to his chest, keeping him in place as he leaned down slowly.

'Let's find out about that, shall we?' Abio whispered, letting the heat of his soft exhalation tease his catch's shoulder, before his tongue once more pressed, and dragged with slow, but poignant purpose. Trailing up the feline's neck, his cheek, and forehead, until the Zebra swallowed audibly, and leaned in to trace the other side, making the feline pant despite himself, tiny mewls escaping his frame.

On and on, the Zebra's tongue roamed, washing shoulders and neck, exploring each curve and angle of the feline's features. His lips teased and traced, dextrous and playful, tugging gently along the lines of Razi's shoulders, his chin, his ears drawn in to be softly nibbled by flat teeth until the Lion moaned despite himself..

The attentions ebbed, leaving the Zebra to lean in, nose to nose with his blushing captive. Staring into those anxious, nervous, hesitant eyes. Oh, he could do it. He could claim this lion, his own captive, his own bargaining chip... He was a free ticket. Standing among his family, his tribe.. he could be acknowledged to Royal guard.. All in this would-be invader feline trembling under his hand..

Silent throughout his considerations, Abio let his slow breaths wash over Razi's face, let the feline stare at him, drawing out each moment, feeling that heart pounding under his hand.. Well, he could always have a little enjoyment first.

Tracing his lips with that thick tongue, the zebra parted his maw, and slowly yawned before the Lion's face. Tilting his head as if to kiss him, framing his muzzle with his lips, his face, his entire head. Moving his hands to stroke along his meal's arms, lifting to press against his chest, to resist, he grasped them to the lion's sides, lifting him slowly as he sank Razi's head over his roiling tongue, and took a long, heavy swallow.

It was an unfamiliar ache, the initial stretch of the muffled lion's head. But not unpleasant. Slowly working his jaws up over the lion's modest shoulders, Abio groaned thickly for the lion's richer flavours, tinged with the teasing he'd been employing. Hefting his prize steadily, lifting him overhead, the Zebra's ears twitched as he tried not to lose himself too deeply in the sensations of swallowing such an unlikely meal.

The undulations of the trim body, the slight awkwardness of those legs kicking and pedaling in the air, frantic with shock nearly throwing him off balance..

But swallow after inch-draining swallow, the Zebra diminished Razi's frame. Crawling over his torso, slurping and suckling down his abdomen, nibbling along his hips and that achingly tented loin-cloth.

As he crested the curves of his meal's rump, his hands grasped at those thighs, slowing the feline's descent, as much as impeding the anxious kicks. Having effectively streamlined his meal. The Zebra lidded his eyes to savour the feeling of the Lion within him. The way he'd curled into his stomach, his arms free, pushing, pawwing anxiously about at the hot and heavy walls. The arch and muffled buck of his frame trailing his pulsing gullet, the flick and tickle of the tufted tail sliding away with Razi's ankles, until his jaws clicked shut. And braced against the tree, the Zebra licked his lips indulgently, lowering his hands to his normally pebbled abdominals as he took the last heavy swallow, savouring the aching stretch as the feline emptied out in a slow drool of well slicked, well sealed struggles.

Panting slowly, the Zebra smiled as he trailed over his stomach, grinning at the muted noises within, the mewls and pleas, the idle burblings of his stomach. Razi had time. Plenty of it, given he was indeed a herbivore, though he wasn't about to tell him that, not when those struggles and squirms ground and kneaded along such tender points of his gut. Abio sank slowly to his rump and reclined against the tree, letting his mind wander with what to do with his catch. To release him at the gates, lead him in nude and at spear-point..? to divulge him to his father directly for guidance..?

His musing fluttered and paused as the squirms and struggles within caught the equine's attention. Blinking down with widening eyes to his gut, Abio noted a particular franticness, and rhythmic pattern to the motions of his gut, before smirking all the wider.

'You wouldn't happen to be enjoying yourself in there would you little Razi..?' The zebra smirked as he felt the motions falter, at least momentarily. Continuing softer, slower. 'My, my.. what would your proud father say, or indeed the great king of Lions, to know how eagerly their scout enjoyed being churned in a Zebra gut..? Perhaps you should make the most of it before I claim you entirely, hmm..?' He chuckled to feel the twitching squirm, and then the Lion's most anxious stroking continue. 'That's it little lordling, feel my stomach about you. The heat of my body, the strength you'll soon enough be part of...' He continued his taunting, as the stroking sputtered, and the Feline tensed steadily within.. before a shaky cry reverberated through the Zebra as Razi bucked, spasmed, and sagged slowly..

Slowly stroking his hands over his gut, the Zebra smirked as he felt the smaller form cautiously pet along the walls. He could just see the slightly dizzy eyes looking nervously at the walls, when the true onslaught would begin. If he really had just bargained everything away for a fling in a snug stomach.

A twitch of his ears brought Abio's eyes about. A small frown on his face as he caught the soft murmurings of figures that were assuredly not Zebra. Easing from the tree, he sank behind the grass, pinning his stomach down into the soft loam, smothering Razi down.

It was the same pair of lions from earlier in the day, eyes roaming steadily, broad footsteps nearly silent.

'He would not be so stupid as to return here at night.' The umber furred lion spoke so gently, it could have been a breeze.

'Razi has always been foolhardy. That is why we are to keep watch over him.' whispered the other tall frame as they padded on.

'And if we do not find him, what do you think the King will do to us? Losing his son twice.' came the almost silent response, the figures continuing on out of sight, leaving the Zebra undisturbed in his hiding spot, save the twitching thumps of his stomach beneath him.

Staring down towards his engorged gut as he knelt up, Abio swallowed gently and frowned.

The prince. The actual prince. He had him at his mercy, at his whims... But if he returned to his village with him... Abio's fingers smoothed over the Lion's bulges, still grinning for the kicks and bucks, perhaps more indignant for having been squeezed and squished against the ground.

...But no. Anyone else. Why couldn't it have been any other lion..?

'Damn it.' He murmured softly, slowly getting to his feet and closing his eyes, tensing his stomach with a small grimace. This part was rarely fun at all. The struggles of the feline softened as he was constricted by the stomach walls, wringing him in, and upwards.

Bulges slowly swelling under his chest, then up his throat, the Zebra spread his jaws about the lion's frame, feeling his feet and legs surging their way up, and out. The sight of squirming toes strung with slimy saliva almost made him grin, but he fixed on the task of disgorging the feline, doing his best to stay silent as the evidently confused feline found the comparative chill of the night greeting him anew.

And as his hips slid free, Razi's weight pressed him out, sluicing him from that wringing gullet in one steady press. His legs wobbled under him, and he sank onto his rump as his head tugged free of those lips, connected by several strands of gooey saliva. With a slow wipe of his lips, Abio swiped them aside and knelt gingerly before the spun-out feline. Razi's eyes slowly fixed on his face.

'..Perhaps you'd like to do this again sometime, little lordling?' The Zebra rumbled gently, twitching his tail and grinning at the confused, but slowly, meekly smiling face before him. 'You still owe me another prize, after all.' Abio winked impishly, leaning in to give the lion a soft peck on the lips, before easing back, and vanishing into the shadows of the trees.

Shivering gently for the night air against his saliva-soaked frame, the lion blushed richly, making for the river to wash off. Thinking of those jaws parting before his face, his hand closed about his still keen shaft again.

--Fin.