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"Do you still feel them much? Instincts, I mean. I guess probably not, since we're all snug here. Unless you're still planning something."

Keedee had plenty of good reasons to wonder, given that she was sprawled there, warmly cuddled into the underside and mane of a huge, feral lion. If she knew one thing about lions, she knew that they didn't exactly get along with hyenas, and being such a cute and petite example of one she especially had to watch out. Yet there she was, enjoying the warmth of a wild animal as if he were any other friend. Nanji, of course, wasn't like most beasts of his kind. For one, he could speak without trouble, answering the adorable spotty between grooming licks of her long ears.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Your pretty ass all pinned and mounted by a big mean lion." He gave her a teasing nip on the ear, gently. Given they had been relaxing there for all of five minutes, conversation was the last thing on his mind, especially with a warm, pretty girl pressed up against him. Still, he obliged her. "Yeah, I still feel a little something. It's different though."

Keedee shivered softly, knowing he was just teasing, but she had to admit that slight hint of danger she felt in his presence turned her on. Just a little.

"How is it different? I don't mean to bug you! Just wondering. It must be weird, in a way."

"You're not bugging." Nanji plopped his big, sandpapery tongue between her ears, making her eep and giggle in that way he loved. "The way I feel it, sort of makes me feel like you're in danger. So then I get all protective and want to do this."

Pulling her even closer, he stretched out on his side and stuffed her right between his forelegs, so that her head was under his chin, nuzzling his mane and her back was to his chest. It was a safe, warm grip that was perfect for feeling his rumbles, which he always insisted weren't purrs. More just contented growls. Keedee laughed happily, the hyena ever the giggly one, slipping into that natural sound of her species in her amusement.

"That's way too adorable to actually be something you think," she laughed, though the warm lion hug was so agreeable she actually moaned happily.

"Yeah, I'm cute. Put a bonnet on me and call me a pretty kitty."

Keedee's species and general cuteness easily betrayed her into giggling fits, something which the lion knew well and was exploiting. She vibrated against his bulk, entirely too amused by that image. Finally, she calmed and appealed to his ego, something she knew a big cat would appreciate, feral or not.

"You're not cute, you're haaaandsome," she said in a silly, sultry tone. "Though someday you're going to have to let me braid your mane. You would look awesome."

"Oh, sure. To make it even, I'll just fuck you all day first. And the day before. And the day before."

Keedee grinned. "You're horny again, aren't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Even though just earlier...?"

"Hey, I'm a creature of instinct. If it's cute and girly, I've got to put my dick in it. Especially if it giggles when it cums."

"That's an awfully specific instinct."

Now it was the lion's turn to grin, though his expressions weren't as clear as an anthro's. "You'd be surprised how often it comes up. So, wanna fuck? I mean, come on. You know you can't cuddle a guy like me innocently."

Keedee slowly realized that even as she acted playful, she was actually feeling a bit wet. It must have been his scent, setting off her old instincts in a weird way, making her feel all submissive and needy. It was the kind of thing that made her squirm, rubbing her thighs together, soft huffs escaping her pursed lips as her mind raced with all sorts of embarrassing but strong thoughts. He was so powerful, so animal in the things he liked and wanted, it made all her deepest fantasies want to come out to the point that she quietly whimpered over how aroused she suddenly felt, the heat creeping up in a matter of seconds once she got going.

Her first thought around any lion was to be a little defensive, or at least careful. Even in modern times, there was sometimes a little bad blood between the two species, much different from the way some old predator and prey species sometimes argued. For lions and hyenas, it was sheer rivalry, a battle of dominance merely for the sake of it, probably mostly set off by instinct and then fuelled by history. It was long past the point of being serious in her day though, and was more often a friendly sort of rivalry. Even so, her heart did race a little when she saw him, every time.

The funny part was that the caution seemed to translate to arousal pretty quick. She was wet. And the fact that there was still that little rivalry out there made her a bit uncomfortable with thoughts of being dominated by a lion, which was exactly why those thoughts turned her on even more. It was just... forbidden, not something she should like at all and something she would be embarrassed to tell anyone, and all those qualities made it just all the more kinky. Her tail was twitching and her legs were shaking a little, her willpower and restraint melting away as she felt the lion's hot breath on the back of her head.

Nanji was watching her for those few moments as she thought, waiting for an answer but not surprised to see her slipping into her thoughts and fantasies. He absolutely loved what he did to her, the way he set her off so perfectly and could bring her fantasies to life. As self-aware as he might have been, his hungers were still very animal, and his lust was a pure, unending need to get off. And little more. So to have a sexy female so utterly wet and willing for him at a moment's notice was pretty much the big cat dream. That, and he did enjoy her company even when they weren't screwing.

"Hey, um. You know that thing we were talking about?" Keedee probed to see if he still remembered her revealing way too much information about her strangest turnons. Of course he did.

"Mmm. I remember I could hear the horny in your voice when you told me about it."

Keedee could feel her cheeks turning hot, and she nibbled her lip. "Well, do you think... today?"

Nanji rubbed at her head with one paw, feeling the heat coming off her as she got too worked up to keep still. "It's safe, yeah? Done it before, you said?"

"Mmhmm, I... really like it, I know it's weird, but..."

He shushed her with a thunderous rumble, a bit of a growl. "What, you think I don't have a thing for it too? Just making sure. I might be an asshole, but I'd probably feel bad if you weren't around anymore."

Kee's ears perked up, and she smiled and assured him without breaking into babbles again. "It's safe."

"Good. I'm game. You want a safe word? I know you're going to squirm a lot. Which I like." Now he was definitely growling, making her shiver with that pleasant intimidation she liked so much.

"Oh, yeah, that's probably a good idea..."

"Too bad. You're mine, hyena slut."

Keedee's eyes lit up with surprise, even fear, but oh did she like that. He knew just how to push her limits, how to make her a little uncomfortable without going too far. Though she did give a bit of a scream when his hefty weight jolted up above her, the lion leaping to his feet and shoving her onto her face, making her have to struggle just to have her cheek pressed into the carpet rather than her muzzle. He snarled above her, making himself sound completely feral, not speaking a word. With the shock of movement, the rough force, the snarl, it felt like she really was being taken hold of by a wild creature. It was perfect, and she was so pleasantly afraid...

Her top half was completely held down, her ample, bouncing breasts held still as they were pinned to the floor, but her swishing, spotted rump could still jump and squirm about as her tail shook back and forth furiously. She had a small frame, but she was plenty soft around the curves, plenty womanly even if she looked a bit younger than she was. With her shaking her hips about, raising them a little, she put herself in an almost perfect mounting position for the animal atop her. Her sheer arousal was so strong it was making her inner thighs wet, before she'd even hit climax.

"Ohh, Nanji," she moaned, breathless, only to be met by a snarl. He sounded angry, even. No moaning, that snarl said. You're nothing more than meat to me. Well, that's what she liked to think it said. Whatever the real meaning was, it was enough to tell her this wasn't going to be slow and erotic. It was going to be wild, just how she wanted it. He had been listening to every word when she told him about it, she could tell. So she wasn't going to moan and just let him take her. She was going to make it fun!

Cutting off that moan, she instead started to seriously struggle. She dug her fingers into the carpet, trying to drag herself forward and get out from underneath his chest, while rolling her shoulders, kicking her legs, trying to create some space for herself. Her lean muscles flexed hard in the effort, straining and wearing her out, making her feel helpless and weak. Exactly how she was supposed to feel. Even though he just snarled at her for moaning, he gave a very pleased rumble when she squirmed enough that he had to use his strength to hold her down, revealing that the smart cat beneath the ferocity was enjoying himself, but only for a moment. Then it was right back to snarls as his teeth toyed with her throat, wrapping it up and holding there, letting them press in against her skin threateningly without actually hurting her. It made her fur stand up on end, knowing just how much danger she was in, or felt like she was in.

He mounted her. His chest was still weighing on her back, his teeth on her neck, and he curled his muscled body so that he could take her like a lioness, lifting her ass up by pressing his underside against it, getting her slick nethers revealed to him. His cock smacked roughly against her thigh, much larger than a fully feral lion's. It had light bumps of feline barbs as well, which were actually quite pleasant but had a tendency to make her scream on first entry. He jabbed against her backside a few times, nearly penetrating her ass in his feral roughness, and then found his mark and stuffed his feline shaft deep between those firm, black lips between her legs. And a scream he did get, the hyena's body jolting forward violently and squirming frantically, making her cry out from the sudden assault of sensations, soaking his dick in her slick insides. He growled viciously in her ear in response, just getting more turned on by the way she so expertly fought to get him off of her. There was no way she could overpower him, but just giving him that effort so he could keep shutting it down easily was appealing a whole lot to his cruelest instincts. She was damn good prey.

Being forced upon by a lion was making Keedee tight around him, giving clenches and spasms in pleasure even as she whimpered and gasped with the efforts of her struggle. Nanji knew how easy it was to make her cum, and he wasn't going to hold her back. Even if this was supposed to feel like she was being forced, there was no reason for it to not actually feel good. Of course, he still had full control over her, and he wasn't about to just let her go over whenever she wanted. He growled in her ear, roughly bucking and pumping into her, wildly fucking. Like an animal, fittingly enough.

With a snarl, he slammed her, knocking her flat and making her yelp. It didn't hurt, but she was amazed at how rough he was being. Almost worried that he might go a little too hard on her, but she could take it. Her voice came out in whimpers as he flattened her, and she felt herself suddenly erupt with bliss as her sex got twice as soaked in a moment. He could just take her right down and force her to cum whenever he wanted, and that was exactly what he just did. A hard, insistent pound was the command, and her juicy, tight climax was the response. His deep sounds grew even more powerful, sure to be disturbing the neighbours by then, rattling the pictures on the walls.

He cummed in her. No theatrics, no buildup, just a violent thrust forth that ended with him holding her perfectly still while he filled her up with his seed. Hefty balls twitched, and his whole huge body stayed flexed and taut as he held her down to gush inside of her for as long as he wanted. It was plentiful, giving her even more wetness to work with, but he wasn't done, and he knew she wasn't either, even if she was barely moving at the moment. That orgasm hit her so very hard, she couldn't even struggle for a little while. Usually she could keep going for a second, third, more even, but she was feeling just so blissful. So much that she barely reacted when he started to push into her again, making further mess of her well-splattered thighs.

There were plenty of ways to make her move. One was to go ahead and bite her, getting a small taste of what was to come when he used his longest teeth on her shoulder. Nothing to wound her, but enough to prick the skin and make her startle, yelping in genuine fright and raising her hips up again, bracing to continue the effort to throw the heavy beast off of her back. She wasn't sure if she was acting anymore, herself. The danger felt very real, and having him completely abandon speaking to her made it easy to forget that he was her friend, not some wild animal she couldn't predict.

It was a fine illusion, but he did take good care of her. He knew where her good spots were, and even if he looked to be ramming her with all his might, he took care not to batter her. His claws teased and grazed her arms and sides, maybe even causing slight pain, but he wasn't looking for blood. The brief period it took for him to recover from releasing passed soon enough, and he harshly rammed into her to start filling her again, and again. Kee felt her legs losing all their strength, her body drifting into a dreamy haze of sheer delight at how good he was making her feel. He drove her to climax after climax, the juicy mess of sex soaking her lower half, the floor, everything. Both their scents were high in the air, mingling in a way that would never happen in nature.

A swift pull from her made her grunt, barbs catching inside her pleasantly for a moment. She was dripping, panting, exhausted, slowly trying to crawl away. Her heart gave a leap, chest tightening with nervous anticipation. She knew what was coming. Most of her trusted him, but he was acting so wild, so feral. It wasn't like him, or at least the part of him that she knew. Nanji himself was actually smirking, satisfied at a job well humped and letting his weight off of her completely. Give her a chance to get away, make her think she's safe, he thought. He was hardly thinking of it as a ruse anymore, getting out all his harsh, greedy urges on that spotty girl, but he did know where the line was.

Letting her get just a bit of distance from him, he slowly lowered himself down, tail lashing as a predatory snarl assaulted her pointed ears. He could smell the fear on her, real fear, but he knew this was how she liked it. Make it feel real. Her wide-eyed expression was genuine when she turned over to face him, and it felt very real when he pounced on her prone form, weighing her down again and nearly deafening her with his triumphant growls, getting close so she could face his snarling maw. He made sure to show off his wide, gaping mouth adorned with those impressive, shining teeth. A point of pride for the lion. Such a sight made him not even have to hold her down, Kee just staring in awe up at the display of power above her, watching his face while he watched hers with amusement. Her eyes got so big and cute when she was scared.

Just when she recovered enough so start scooting back, away from his jaws, he lunged at her again. His chest pinned hers, getting a none-too-subtle feel of her breasts, and his lips spread over her muzzle to start enveloping her face in warm, damp maw. His breath was hot on her face, but he smelled nice inside, as if he'd prepared for this. Or maybe was just as meticulous about keeping clean as most cats were. His tongue cradled under her chin, licking her throat, keeping her instincts going, but the way he was doing it so perfectly just for her was starting to make her just as happy as she was frightened. He felt like an out of control beast, just like she wanted him to be.

His rumbles and growls were even more impressive when they resonated around her trapped ears, her whole head fitting into his muzzle quite comfortably. He sucked on her like that like she was a lollipop, always loving the way she tasted. Truth was he had thought about doing this to her long before she had ever actually brought it up, but it was much better when she asked for it first. He cradled her in his forelegs, slowly sitting on his haunches, starting to shove her deeper into his beckoning jaws, feeling a sudden hunger that could only be filled with a scrumptious hyena.

His saliva coated her soon enough, drooling heavily with his mouth more or less full. Thankfully she was a lean girl, her widest places not posing much difficulty, allowing him to get her shoulders wrapped in his lips while he worked on guiding her muzzle down his gullet. The heat was getting more intense on her, but it was a welcome escape from the cold outside. She realized she had forgotten to move, so wrapped up in how good it felt, and started to kick at the floor, straightening herself out some and doing her best to shove at his muzzle, to force it off of her. It was easy to make a fight to keep from being eaten alive seem real, though it was more than obvious to him that she was having a great time. He might even have considered stopping if he thought she was genuinely unhappy, but she did ask for it after all.

With streams of drool running down her back and working down in little rivers between her breasts, he started to swallow her whole. He was a particularly big lion, and she a particularly small girl, which helped a lot, but big cats weren't built for such things. They were no snakes. He had to take it a little slower than he would have liked, keeping the pace steady but not rushed, so that he wouldn't get overwhelmed by the squirming, tasty morsel sliding down his throat. No big problem though, because that just meant he could use his rough tongue and teasing teeth to taste and savour every bit of his squirming meal, the flavour of her extra rich when she was both well-sexed and a bit afraid.

When he heard her giggling in an alarmed fashion, a hyena noise that had nothing to do with laughter, it got his deepest instincts going. What was a slowly softening cock started to firm up again. Sure, a lot of the time he felt protective of hyenas, but to go this far, to devour one whole and squirming felt so wrong it was right. He was the triumphant predator, sending his rival down to feed his hunger. He had no ill feelings towards Keedee, but... the fact that it was her made him hard.

Meanwhile, she was loving every lick, every gulp, every squeeze. He was so smooth and warm inside, making it like a massage to slip down through his gullet, making it sag and bulge with her form. It was still everything she wanted. And to have that lion scent in her nose the whole time, to remind her that it was not just any creature that was making her a meal, but a lion, kept her wet and blissfully squirming, starting to kick at the air as his lips squeezed around her middle and began to lift her up off the floor. Such weight sent her sliding down his throat all the faster, but he squeezed and sucked on her plenty to keep her from diving right in. She was his, and he was going to eat her as he pleased.

He gave her chest a good working over, mashing each breast into his tongue to let the texture tingle at her, ruffling up her fur and rubbing right at her skin. Any sounds she made were now muffled in his gullet, but she did let herself moan a little, as much as she was supposed to be working against him. It was getting so hard to move, and some of her muscles were starting to burn a little. So she let herself slowly submit to the eating, let herself be prey, little by little. As he tossed his head back with a swish of his mane and swallowed her down to the waist, she found herself just slowly squirming her long legs back and forth, wet for him again.

That made her perfect for tonguing, and even if the weight of her in his throat was getting awfully heavy to hold there, he took his time slipping up between her thighs and having a taste of the mess they both made. The feeling of a lion's tongue on her after she'd been pounded so hard was enough to make her whimper, her legs going rigid and then just kicking outwards. Then she bent them in, letting them dangle from his open, stuffed jaws, twitching and shaking with how good it felt until he licked her to orgasm. Which hardly took a minute of casual tasting. A nice splatter hit his tongue, and he drove her even more wild by working the tip right into her, just half an inch, but enough to get a muffled scream deep in his gullet.

There was something about feeling her legs dangling, exhausted, from his lips. She had been subdued, she was completely his, and there was no going back. Nanji had his instincts under control at the worst of times, but that was really getting him going. He squeezed his lips tightly around her thighs, keeping cute hips in his mouth, nibbling on her just a little, making the fit all the tighter. So deep in his gullet, she hardly had time to gasp or squirm, leaving her spotted legs just swinging back and forth as she shook and twitched. It felt like he was going to crush her, or bite right into her. Hurt her. She was panting inside him, her every sense stimulated to numbness, her body frozen as she waited to see what would happen.

Nanji wasn't exactly teasing, but he was plenty satisfied just roughing her up slightly. It was funny, anyone else he wouldn't have hesitated to be harsh with when he got the urge, hurt them a little. Her though, she was just too precious. If he wasn't right there in the process of eating her, he might have called himself on being soft. Whatever. No sense keeping her in suspense anymore, he was hungry. It was weird to get a meal out of someone he knew, but she would be fine later.

Another toss of his head was all he needed. Her legs flailed upwards, and didn't come back down, slurped into the beckoning embrace of Nanji's throat. That sag of her body bulged a little more, and slipped along as he swallowed her whole. Keedee's toes wriggled and curled as they disappeared past his lips, dabbing on his tongue a few times and then gulped down with the rest of her. The final swallow rolled through the lion's body, making him his spine with the long motion as she was pushed down into his stomach. She rushed past the last tight resistance and found herself in a much hotter, wetter chamber, her fur matted own even more once she hit the base.

For a moment, it was uncomfortable to be trapped all stretched out like that, but the rest of her followed, her form soon pushed together by the tightness of the lion's gut, making it hang down and wobble back and forth with his slightest movements. She curled up and got comfortable, squirming about just a little for that last bit of playfulness. Something to remind him that she was still very much alive inside him. He slurped over his lips with a greatly pleased growl, exceptionally full and shaking on his feet. That had her rocking back and forth where she was stuffed in bloated middle, until he took a fat-bellied trot over to a warm corner of the living room and curled himself up on his side, cradling his squirming meal and feeling her every movement inside of him. It felt wonderful, and now that she was safely tucked away, all he had to do was sit back and relax for a while.

Keedee was delighted, and the inside of him was strangely comfortable, with just enough room for a little hyena like her. It was a hell of a sauna though, keeping her muscles relaxed so that she didn't so much squirm as just wiggle around some, enjoying the relaxing confines. She wasn't sure where she got a fetish like this, but being all curled up inside of him like that felt both oddly comforting as well as sexy and dominating. She giggled a little as she felt a belch rumble up around her and then leave the lazing lion, and she closed her eyes gently to relax and submit completely to him, ready to become part of him even if only for a little while.

It wouldn't be gentle, but it was more numbing than anything in her experience. Nanji's gut started to gurgling and squeeze around her, the lion utterly relaxed and just letting his body do the work. Keedee felt herself getting damp as the digestives got worked up, starting to tickle her skin. It felt like she was being teased from all angles by a thousand tiny feathers, making her giggle a moment. The lion appreciated that. She giggled even when she was being digested. That was adorable.

After the tickle, it got more tingly, enjoyable at first and then strange and slightly irritating as it built up, like a limb sat on for too long. It got her squirming all the more, making the lion's gut slosh about with her inside. Just as it felt like it was going to start hurting, she felt herself going numb, her muscles relaxing as if they were being massaged, her body giving in and letting herself be overtaken by the big cat's hunger. Her body sank down, and she felt herself fading out, squirms slowing, body relaxing to the point of not moving, and she gave a final, contented sigh as she waited for digestion to overtake her.

Nanji smacked his lips a few times, feeling her settle down, knowing he was giving her a rare and forbidden pleasure. It felt good, and not just in the selfish way. But mostly he was feeling good about his big, gurgling belly full of food. That was something he would have to nap off, closing his eyes and laying like a rug, as lions were so good at doing. Her form got churned and worked over, his belly tightening over the minutes he slept as they turned into hours. The big, round bulge that was her slowly shrank down, belly pulling taut around her disappearing form, outlining her girly shape until she had no more shape to outline, melted down and absorbed into the big predator's body. Gone, for now, without a trace but for the very well-fed lion.

When Nanji woke up, it was dark, the cat nap having lasted several hours. He licked his lips again, her flavour still there, but his belly was firm again. She was part of him now, and though he knew she wasn't feeling anything at the moment, he liked that thought. Running on fuel that was her. Or something like that. She was delicious, satisfying, and so very eager. He would have to check on her later when she was back around. These things took a little time. Pay the fee for her, for sure. She was just young and unemployed. Only fair.

For now, he was feeling a rush, standing and feeling her absence where hours before she'd been wobbling about inside him. A triumph of the lion, putting the hyena in his belly and using her all up to feed his beastly hunger. His body was full of energy, flowing with a feeling of contentment like he rarely felt. It got him so wound up he tilted his head back, gaping his jaws for a mighty roar, shaking the apartment and startling people for at least a mile. He felt truly like a lion right then, and such a feeling had been granted to him by a cute little hyena in such a weird but intimate way.

Her taste still lingered on his tongue and lips. Sweet, warm, rich. He could get very used to it, and he didn't think she would have any complaints. Maybe next time he wouldn't even wait for her to ask first. Or to know he was there. Mmm. This was going to be fun.