The Plains
Sierra crouched low. She had three cubs waiting back in her hut, and her mate had taken off with some slut. She needed this kill. She needed one of these feral game animals to feed herself, and later her cubs, upon. The cheetah female crouched lower. No chances of being seen here. Her wise golden orbs peered through the long grass. Her body was firm, fur rippling over her tightly tensed muscles. She opened her mouth. 'This is it.' She blew forward, her footpads barely touching the ground at her amazing speed. The long legged gazelles didn't notice until it was too late. Thump. There was a sharp pain in the cheetahs leg as her muscle ripped, but it mattered little... at the moment. The herd scattered from around the water hole, and the female wrapped her paws on the slender neck of a gazelle as her maw clamped down. With a twitch of her head she broke it's neck. The creature was dead shortly, she had done it. The pain in her leg was little to stifle the feeling of a good catch. She purred with triumph and released the lifeless animal from her jaws. She stood up, blood running from her lips down her body, the liquid trickling into her fur and coating her skin. She licked her lips, tasting sweet success and then she smiled at the corpse. "Impressive." Sounded a voice from behind her, causing her to jump and almost fall over from a sudden sting of soreness in her leg. Her fur erect, she spun around and faced the owner of the voice. The cheetah hissed, what kind of luck was this... She faced a lion. The huge male bulked before her, just a nude as she was. The lion laughed, and looked from the cheetah's kill, back to the cheetah. He could smell the blood, along with sweat . Both covered the females body. The purring that had filled her throat was gone. She starred down the lion. Damn creature, too fucking lazy to hunt for himself. She backed up two steps, then crouched towards the ground. With one paw she grabbed the loose skin on the torso of her prey. The lion shook his head. "You couldn't out run me carrying that extra weight even if you had a good leg." He chuckled. "And I am confronted with... interesting choices, seeing that you can't run away even without the meat now." From his own hiding spot he had seen the muscle in her leg twitch as it was torn, and had seen the look of pain on her face, even if she had not noticed making it. He smiled to her. She hissed, squeezing the flesh in her paw so hard that her claws slid out into it. "What do you mean?" She asked fiercely, her eyes locked on his. Her body was tense, making her already pained leg hurt sharply. The lion gave a fake forward lunge, making the female try to move swiftly out of the way of his assumed path. Putting more weight then could be handled on her bad leg, she fell over onto her back. The dead animal's skin leaving her paws, and her back hitting the dusty ground hard, she gasped hard. His pray momentarily winded, the lion had no problem in quickly hopping on top of her. She tried to swing for his face with both paws, her claw unsheathing, but his reflexes where just as keen, if not more, then hers. He caught both of her paws and forced them back with previously untouched strength, pining both of her arm above her head and to the dirt. Shifting his paws, he held both of her arms down with just his right paw, leaving his other huge paw free. She let out a loud his, her mouth hanging open as the writhing sound pulsed forward. Her teeth glittered with wet saliva, but the lion smiled in response, making her heart grow heavier with dread, hope replaced with fear. The lion patted the top of her head with his free paw, dodging a bite on the way. He slid the paw quickly to the underside of her chin, gripping it roughly and forcing her head to stay still. A smile still plastered to the lions euphoric muzzle, he spoke softly. " Mmm. You knew damn well what I had in mind before I got you in this... lovely... position, darling." She tried to speak, but he cute her off. "Your body in wonderful you know." He shifted, his solid body shifting against her equally unyielding flesh. "Your muscle is firm, but your body is curved." The lion gave a throaty purr, then cut her off in the middle of another snarling sentence. "A rare treat, I will enjoy you." "Your wrong, you won't enjoy me if I don't-" She tried a third time, but was met with a paw clamped around her throat this time. The male continued to look into her eyes, and snarled back this time. "Shut up, you Jungle Cat." He spat out. This was an insult of great warrant, and she just starred at his features for a moment before even realizing she couldn't breathe. She struggled for a minuet with him, but was held still to despite her strength. As her vision fogged, and her strength failed her, she saw the lion lower his head, and felt his rough tongue flit over one of her nipple... she couldn't tell which, and wet it. Then all went dark. The lion grinned at her lifeless form, then released her neck. She wasn't dead...merely passed out. Though threatening a uncooperative bitch with necrophilia could really help a bluff, he had only committed it once... it just wasn't his thing. With out her struggling, he released her paws and ran his own down either one of her sides, his digits molesting her flesh through her fur, then finally resting flatly against the hard ground. He lowered his muzzle back down to her chest and this time mouthed one of her nipples. He sucked gently on the tender flesh, making sure to avoid it with his rough tongue. His mane rubbing over her stomach and causing her body to wiggle ever so slightly. He laughed around his mouthful of feline nipple. 'Mmm, a ticklish one.' he thought. With bother of her nipples erect, he figured the chest games couldn't go much farther. He brought his right paw to her left breast, then slid it into the crevasse between her fleshy mounds. From there the paw slowly made its way slowly down her chest, then across her stomach, stopping only briefly to rub around her belly button, finding that was one of her more sensitive places. Finally, with a satisfying gasp from the unconscious maiden, his paw slipped down to the cheetah's pubic region. His purring started again, his anticipation evident by his rotund, erected member. He slipped a finger into the cleft of her pussy, rubbing the warm, wetting, slit over. Up and down. His digit tempted to enter her body, but did not, not yet. She wormed around, already becoming more conscious. He pressed down on her slit, his finger almost slipping in. The lion chuckled, watching her chest heave up toward him. Her peaked nipples marked to top of her two flesh crags, her head rolled on the ground. In her state of mind she couldn't tell what was so pleasuring, but could feel the familiar, although long recessed, warmth of sexual actions in her body. The lion chose not to move his paw back as she thrusts her hips and torso up in her awkward condition of awareness. One of his fingers slid in, causing her to give a soft whimpering sound. He took a sharp breath, feeling her inside, and hardly able to believe how tight her passage was. She pushed forward again, but he pulled his finger out of her sex this time, far out. The lion purred loudly, quickly putting the tip of his beefy cock at the entrance of Sierra's body. He wondered for a brief moment if the spurs of his organ would wake her, but decided he didn't care and started to push forward. He gave strange moan, forcing his cock forward. Why is female so different? He asked himself. So tight... I've taken many cheetahs among other things, never anything this constricted. He sustained his slow pace of entry, sending the now semiconscious female into sub hysterical whimpering and squirming. Sierra's tight passage squeezed his member like a glove... no, her pink walls grabbed his shaft as if it was the missing part of her body that was meant to fill that hole. He felt jealousy for the lucky prick that got to take virginity from this tight, exceptional bitch. Buried completely in the female the lion panted, not believing he actually fit his entire girth in. She was getting close to waking up. He knew she would surely fight if she did, he didn't want that to happen, that would ruin the mood. Her body started to interact more with his action, moving more. He had to be quick. From within a hazy fog, the cheetah felt her body getting warmer and warmer. An orgasm came, her first in years, her body trembled, and she passed out again. Her body still week from the momentary suffocation. The lion roared, feeling her come around his member, the pulsing walls milking his shaft. He felt light headed for a moment, the feeling so intense and real that he had nearly ended up in the same boat as her, which he had just realized was passed out. With a grin he started to pull out slowly. The rush was off, her senses had been too good. As he pulled out he could feel the tiny barbs on his prick catching in her tinder flesh and making his penis burn with satisfaction. He pulled it out only a fraction of an inch the first time, before thrusting it back in. Then the next time a little more. He did this slowly for several minutes to the comatose cheetah, each time his erection leaving her a little more on the out thrust. By the time he hit a fast pace of pulls thrusts, he was in heaven. She was practically up, a mixture of pain and pleasure stirring within her head. The male roared, making Sierra jump into consciousness. She starred at him only half a second before remembering. But she was too late, it didn't matter. With a long glory-filled howl the lion sent his seed into the females body. Though not to his liking he pulled out of her body quickly, still squirting jizz, to avoid he claws. She doubled over in pain as he pulled out that final time, making any possibility of hitting him. She whined, and for a small instant he felt remorse. Then it was gone. He walked over to the dead gazelle, stumbling three times in his post orgasmic state. He grinned... she was good. He slowly started to leave, walking a bit straighter now, the limp meat over his shoulder. The cheetah suddenly spoke. "Please... you savaged my body, don't kill my cubs." The lion stopped and turned slightly to look at her. "I have three kits back in my den, they are old enough to eat their own weight, but cannot yet hunt for themselves." The cheetah when on through painful waves of stinging ache. "Please..." The lion looked at her with inquisitive eyes, and then smirked. He ripped the front left leg off of the running animal in a few seconds using his arm strength and four claw. He went to throw the scrap of meat to her, but something stopped him... the look on her face... something. He sighed, muttering, "Fuck it." and dropped the animals corpse onto the ground, then turned. Walking away. "Thank you..." Sierra whispered as he walked away, not admitting to herself that it was more than just the animal she had to thank him for.