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It's midway between day and night, but the scorching hot sun in the sky would never so much as hint at that. The way he stands high and proud, roaring in the skies above, dispersing the dry, smouldering-hot air half as hot as an oven everywhere he shone, he's beautiful but unforgiving, but that is his nature. Anthro Island is a paradise in terms of its beauty, but the weather and wildlife are not for the fainthearted. Thick, massive jungle foliage and ravenous zigzagging rivers dot the landscape like the pox. Amidst some of said jungle foliage exists a man-made clearing. The rays of the blazing hot star shone out to this large clearing in the tropical fauna, glazed with a tact of dry, dusty ground. Mankind had made his mark here, with a plethora of tables and maps, compasses, water bottles, boxes and crates. Three tents had been strung up amidst the mess, tight at the centre, though the tent in the very middle looks more like a fully-fledged gazebo than an out-and-out camping tent of your typical outdoor camping aficionado.

A stocky Caucasian male emerged from that very large tent, clad in the traditional sort of khaki-white garb you'd expect from a wild-life documentarian, from the small shorts to the token green sleeveless jacket and cowboy hat combo. He strode outwards from the tent with a certain cocky, optimistic swagger you'd expect from a guy certain he was born to be a star and this was his calling. He had a burly look about him, with a broad upper body, sun-kissed orange skin and hair so blonde on his head, chest and arms it may as well have been white. He turned around, continuing in his direction in a slow, steady backwards walk as he hurriedly snapped commands at the young but almost equally broad Asian man emerging from the same tent, fumbling at a camera.

"Okay so just get the camera on mate and we'll start filmin'. I'm thinking a more casual approach this time. Maybe I was a little aggressive getting the whole concept across when we last had at it, I'll be the first to admit, and I just wanna' get the whole thing to blend right for once, yah know pal?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, sure, blend it all. Great stuff Chris." Kyle was a strappingly handsome young man, with both Japanese and American ancestry. At the prime age of 23, he was an athletic-looking male with a thin waistline but larger than average biceps and shoulders combing to give him that 'gym-head' kind of look, but in truth he rarely worked out. He was sporting some pretty flamboyant colours, from a bright-red hipster cap he wore back-to-front confidently, to a plain purple T-shirt and cool-looking navy blue skinny jeans. He was just toying with the panel on the side of his mammoth-sized camera, though fixing the battery pack in the damn thing was no easy task, and he was never very good at multi-tasking, so he caught very little of Chris' instructions at best.

"I'm just sure we've got something this time - I mean I've been tracking this bloody thing for weeks Kyle, and I'm so close to snaggin' the 'ol beauty I can almost taste it. Kyle? Kyle? Kyle!?"

"Whoa? Oh, er... yeah, sure. No problem. Look, everything's going to be fine man. You're very photogenic. Or videogenic. Whatever. You'll do fine. No one's doubting your tracking skills either. You've got this man, no problem."

"Yeah, well, Gary doesn't think so." The burly blonde documentarian crossed his hairy arms together in a child-like strop as he stopped his walk short of one of the campsite's smaller tents. He looked at said tent with a look of disgruntled anger, and opted to turn away, but apparently the chance for a small token of playful revenge overcame him somewhat, because he spurted around and grabbed at the spine of the small tent oh-so-excitedly, thrashing and shaking at it like a rabid cave man. "GET OUT OF THE TENT GARY YOU SOPPY OLD CUNT!" The upset Australian bellowed out loudly.

Kyle had finally finished fastening the battery pack onto his overtly-large camera as the small slender male emerged from inside, his scruffy black hair an absolute mess from the rude awakening. "Ugh, - what the fuck? Asshole! What is it now? Dick!" Gary was a small, skinny twig of a boy, only 18 years of age, and a string of straw compared to the other two men. His face was a dull white and his eyes looked spongy from sleep.

"I just need to tell you lad, we'll be leaving to film this Lioness 'av been trackin' now for weeks. We won't be back for quite some time. 'Is all." The tanned male managed to force a small, courteous smirk.

"You got that right. Chances are you'll end up getting you and Kyle lost again. Dick." Gary leaned a lone arm against his hip, resting on one side like rebellious teenage girl.

"Bloody hell! Will you shut up about that? - We got home alright didn't we?" Chris' face went red with anger.

"Eventually!" The teen swung his arm out exaggeratedly.

"Ugh, for Christ's sake you two, shut up!" Kyle plucked Gary by the collar on his purple T-shirt and threw him back in the tent where he came from, zipping the bottom of the door up to the top and holding it there as the two larger men shared a laugh together.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Chris was practically coughing in laughter as Gary tugged and pulled in vain at the zipper from the inside, squirming left and right and rocking the small tent everywhere. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Look't 'im go! Bless his cotton socks! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Assholes! Jerks! Let me out! Freaking assholes! Pricks! Assholes!" The feminine male squeaked.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Always with the blimmin' assholes Gary! You remind me of 'me Ex-wife mate, only even she had more bollock than you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Fuck off you obnoxious fucking assholes! Fuck off you fucking pricks!"

"Haha, come on Chris, let's go." Kyle tugged at Chris' khaki shirt. "Let's go film that Anthromorphic Lioness you've been so excited about. We'll probably end up missing her if we stay around here all day teasing gay lord." The handsome young Asian adjusted the rim of his backwards-facing red cap and walked onwards, urging the barrel-chested documentarian with him into the foliage beyond casually.

As the two approached the thick jungle plant-life at the end of their camp, they could just make out the sound of a well-agitated Gary screaming at them in the distance. "You're both fucking assholes! Fucking pricks!"

"Shut 'yer mouth and mind that bloody camp, boy! That's what I bleedin' pay you for!" Chris bellowed back.

2 hours later...

Chris was travelling through the thick jungle, traversing the rugged terrain in a backwards motion, to keep his face centred on Kyle's camera. "Okay folks, you're with me - Chris Klebb, as I take on the legendary Anthro' Island! This time, I'm looking for some really big game, I'll be hunting for the ultimate prize;" He was almost in a hasty backwards jog, Kyle twisting and turning the camera deftly to get that rapid, dramatic effect Chris was so adamant on. "The great Saharan vixen herself... the queen of the felines... *pant* the empress of the jungle... the gorgeous goddess... *pant* the one and only beast mistress herself - yes, t'day folks... I'll be hunting the legendary Anthro Lioness!" *pant pant* Chris stooped against a tree for a second, tired and sweaty. "How was that?"

"Awesome." Kyle replied, tired himself. "Now we just need a little background info, and then we're probably ready to shoot footage of the actual Lion."

Chris reared off the tree, swiping some dirt off his sleeve and taking a solitary sip of water from his canteen. A thick line of sweat had formed along the top of his khaki T-shirt. "Sure. Okay, let's do it." He took one final swig of the canteen before putting the cap on and gave a quick shake to regain himself some composure in this torrid heat.

"Okay folks, Now it's rare that we find a solitary Lioness of such magnitude travelling alone. Usually you'd expect when tracking such a healthy, virile young female like the one I'm tracking right now that there'd be a couple of fellow Lionesses, and certainly a male or two, to be travelling around with her in a pride." The Australian slumped to his knees slightly, slipping two fingers through the damp jungle mud and running it through his fingers before scooting over to the camera lense, almost pressing his face right against his own reflection. "Now, my personal hypothesis, and I must say, this is only a hypothesis, is that the Lioness we've been tracking is actually looking for a new potential pride. I'm sure a healthy female like herself will have no trouble finding accommodation in these lands however." He rose from his knee, returning to a hasty backwards walk again. "So, I hope you'll stay with me, Chris Klebb, as I scout the awesome Anthro Lioness, for the first time, on camera!"

"Excellent. That's it. We're ready for some footage of the Lioness now." Kyle gave the lense a quick cleaning and smiled, happy to be so close to filming the main scene segment of the episode. "Do you know where she is, Chris?"

"You bet your ass I do Kyle." Chris was tempted to unbuckle his water flask again, but opted to save it instead. "She can't be more than ten minutes from here, we've been filming her tracks for about 15 minutes now and they are borderline-fresh." He hoisted his cowboy hat to the air and flapped it against his face, still boiling hot from the tropical sun.

"Great! I'm actually so excited. Where to then?"

"This way, follow me. I'll find her don't you worry about that." Chris pulled out his compass and the two walked eastwards. The ground gradually faded from a rich brown into a dry mixture of yellow and orange dirt as the two men approached another clearing by some large rocks, this time after a good 6 minutes travelling on foot. The large rocks ahead posed as a somewhat significant time investment, being big enough to warrant a good 3 minute walk around, but Chris had other ideas. He knew that the large rocks in front of him would make an excellent vantage point to scout-out the Anthro Lioness he felt was so close to them, as well as giving him a good look of the nearby surroundings. "I'm climbing up there, to scope the area out. You stay down here and pass me the camera if I ask for it mate." Kyle nodded and helped the larger Australian up onto the massive grey rock, holding 2 hands together and letting Chris use them for leverage. The rock was a good foot and a half taller than either of them, but Chris made it up just fine.

Chris had reached the top of the rock after about a decent half a minutes climb, garnering a fantastic view of the sandy clearing in the jungle. It was a minor escapade, a circle gap in the tropical plant life with only the hybrid swirl of sand-like dirt remaining. He was just about to take another casual sip of his canteen after the hefty climbing effort, when he sighted the regal beast he'd been tracking all this time at last. Chris' mouth dropped into an immediate 'O', absolutely speechless. The Lioness must of been only about 19 years of age in human terms, (unless Anthros were to age as the same rate as humans, but it was so far undocumented) and in the prime of her life. A thin but luxurious pelt of shiny sand-coloured fur ran along her supple feminine curves. She was facing away from him, bent over on her knees drinking from a tiny little stream that slithered through the dirt clearing in snake-like twists and turns. He could only make her out from behind, but boy what a behind she had. Two soft, round, plushy cushion-like ass cheeks rearing out at him, topped with a skinny feline tail, swaying in the blazing hot air as if it weren't even there. Her fine derriere was almost facing directly at him, her asshole and glistening female sex exposed - free from any modesty whatsoever. Such was the life of Anthros on Anthro Island.

Chris began to feel his loins stir. It was strange, but he just couldn't rip his eyes free from the amazing sight he was seeing. She looked beautiful. He felt something warm and alien invade his nose, a sweaty, girly scent that began to intoxicated and pollute him. Was it the Lioness' musk? Chris wasn't sure, but he found himself stroking his maleness through the fabric of his shorts, fixated on the anthromorphic feline in front of him, of both her provocative form and her lavish snatch. He ogled over the thin pink lips of her sex, a lovely contrast to the rest of the feline's body, and slick with fresh juices, imagining himself tearing his penis into the forbidden opening and splitting the wild creature in two. She was just close enough for him to make out all the juicy details. Would it be wrong though, if he mated with her? What would Kyle or his family half across the world think? All sorts of questions started popping into Chris' head, but the strange smell raging through his nose and the perverted thoughts in his mind regarding this female anthro were all telling him to jump off this rock and breed the female Lion like no tomorrow.

"Chris? Buddy? What'cha doing up there? Do you need the camera?" Kyle asked, with a somewhat loud but also confused tone in his otherwise confident voice.

"Shhh! Shut up man! Just stay there a sec! I need to investigate this!" Chris shouted back, somewhat quieter for his own safety. He began to descend from the rock in the direction of the oblivious lady Lion, slowly so as not to startle the creature. He didn't know what he was doing, but he found himself slowly removing his khaki shorts and green sleeveless jacket and discarding them to the floor as if it were his destiny, tiptoeing over to the susceptibly-positioned Lioness with only a lone pair of mustard yellow boxers left to cover his raging 8" hard-on.

Being only six feet from the lavishly-proportioned Anthro, Chris couldn't help but free his cock from its sticky confines, desperate to let the hungry organ breathe in the red-hot air at last. He looked over the Lioness again, from her lithe and girlish paws, to her thin, feminine legs... she was very much a lady. Her legs crossed at the knee, backwards, to help her balance herself carefully as she drunk her share of water from the small-sized stream sliding in from the right. He also noticed the tinges of muscle on display, even just on her legs. Despite the petite frame on the furry limbs, she had muscular but curvy calves and hips, with musculature at the back of her thighs from all her time hunting prey and running through the dirt. Her ass was so fine and round he could almost reach out and touch it, his needy hands dying to caress the soft flesh, but alas he just didn't have the courage to make the final move and feel the damn things. Almost at that precise moment however, with Chris leaning over the sandy-coloured vixen like a shadow rocking out with his cock out, the Lioness lifted up her head from the stream, satisfied, taking three good, long, hard sniffs of the musk-filled air. Chris froze up on the spot, paralyzed.

The Lioness lifted up her upper body, still resting on her legs but with her head in the air this time, where Chris could get a better look at her back muscles, slim waist and hour glass curves. He was paralyzed though, not by her beauty, but by fear. "What the hell am I doing here... she'll tear me to pieces!" Chris whispered to himself, suddenly back with his senses. The lioness turned too, taking no more than a seconds look at the paralyzed male and pouncing ferociously as if her life depended on it. Like a strike of lightning, quick as a flash, with unstoppable momentum, and not so much as a roar. She had Chris on his back at once, pinned beneath her sharp claws and helpless beneath her weight, despite being of a much slimmer build. Chris could hardly open his eyes, but he forced himself to pry open his feeble eyelids and meet the Lioness face to-face like a man. That's when he finally got a good look at her beautiful face. She had round, brown, gorgeous serene eyes, shadowed by thick black eyelashes and a thin strip of charcoal skin that made them pop like stars. They were frowning on him, centred at his own inferior human ones, looking for any sign of weakness in the vulnerable male. Chris was always an average-heighted man, no bigger than 5'12, but he was still significantly broader than his aggressor and the Lioness looked about equal in height, yet still she had the advantage with her razor-sharp feline claws and that was more than enough to keep him locked there helpless like an iron vice. Besides that, her cute features included a pair of thick, black pouty lips, and a warm, comely, spherical face, with thin black womanly eyebrows. She had just as many human features as feline, and all of them were arousing of the senses; Chris' rock-hard erection was a fair indicator of that.

He lied there underneath her, scared for his life, but the female just laid there on top of him in return, seemingly staring into his frightened soul. He was pondering shouting for help, but before he could, the feline began to move. After a long, scissor-sharp stair at his face, she smiled as if nothing was amiss and laughed playfully, licking Chris on his tan-coloured nose. She let go of her iron grip on his arms and arched her back upwards, displaying those huge, sandy-furred mammaries of hers to him, placing her arms tightly behind her, emphasising the size of the furry melons to Chris. He was a little confused at first, puzzling over the Lioness and her sudden change in mood, but the cute harmless smile he was presented with from this beautiful creature was all that he needed. Being confused would have to wait. He snapped his hands upwards at her massive shiny black areolas and rubbed at the cherry-sized nipples almost by instinct, caressing the thick buds with glee. His hard-on throbbed so hard it almost burst. He'd almost forgotten about it, but now he could feel it digging into the dominant female's furry rump, screaming for access. The Lioness looked into Chris' eyes again, still smiling that coy smile of hers as she licked her lips from Chris' simulative actions. Her tail was swaying behind her happily. She began to push her ass farther and farther back, feeling Chris' meaty organ drilling against one of her ass cheeks more and more.

"Unf! Damn! P-please..." Chris found himself mumbling. He began to rock his hips back against the Lioness as she grinded against his groin, retuning her efforts as best he could. She seemed to love it. She pressed her head close to his neck and purred a little. He was certain she was about to bite him there and then to end his meagre little life like some sadistic joke, but she simply licked and nibbled at his sweat-glazed Australian skin, still purring with glee. It kind of tickled. He removed his hands from her huge, virile tits and glided them over her toned but supple curves to her cushy bottom. He rubbed his fingers through the fine fur and guided them to her crack, probing two fingers through the large crease in her buns. He nudged at the tip of his cock with his middle and index finger a couple of times before finally finding the rippled entrance to the Lioness' supple rear and started pressing inside, the thick ring of flesh parting with ease.

"Oh gods you're tight!" Chris shouted, his two fingers now a third of the way into the feisty Anthro's cosy hole. He felt her entire furry body tense in response. The feline arched her back upwards again, letting out a playful roar at the sudden stimulation. She shared a final enchanting glance with him before lifting up from his crotch steadily, dropping down by his side on all fours and crawling away slowly but seductively. Chris lifted his head up and enjoyed the display, naturally copping a few feels of his shaft to further his enjoyment of the more-than-pleasing visual stimuli. The sexy Lioness didn't even look over her shoulder, crawling away on her hands and knees confidently with both her holes on display casually before lying her head down against the ground briskly and submissively for him, waving her heart-shaped buttocks in the air oh-so-mesmerizingly. He was in. Chris lifted part the way up and shuffled over on his knees quickly, pressing himself against the Lioness' groin a few awkward moments later. She began to purr aggressively in response again, stretching her arms out and raking her claws through the dirt in preparation to be roughly mated. He grasped her firm hips, the now-submissive pussycat letting out a loud coo of approval, and teased the head of his pulsating phallus against her slick, dripping-wet vulva. Her tail waved in his face, teasing his skin with its smooth texture as Chris began a slow rocking motion of his hips, easing the length of his manhood inside bit by bit. He put the end of her wagging Lion tail in his mouth and bit on it lightly, feeling the Lioness' breathing increase as he continued pushing his member inside her, feeling the silky smooth and wet walls of her insides tighten around him. His receptive partner merely cooed again, her tone a playful mixture of feline meow and some foreign but exotic tongue. Whilst he was sure this slow and steady rhythm he was working into was something new and exciting for the wonderful Lioness, his instincts told himself to mate with the fertile female both fast and rough, like he would if he were a real male Anthro Lion and this was his bitch. Or maybe it was the powerful pheromones she was secreting, either way to Chris it didn't matter and his mind was made up.

Chris leaned forward and positioned himself over her with sudden new-found confidence, pulling his hands free from the Lioness' hips and pushing her down by her shoulders forcibly before grabbing the feisty female by the scruff of her neck with his teeth. She might have immobilized him before with the aid of her advantageous position and razor-sharp claws, but here Chris had the leverage advantage with his size and strength. The Lioness fidgeted a bit underneath him but Chris simply reinforced his grip and bucked forward, forcing his penis in right down to the base, where he could feel his light brown pubes mingle with her sandy fur. He could also feel the warmth against his abdomen, the Lioness growling tenaciously with her black lips peeled back angrily. Biting down harder on her neck as he knew male Lions did to their mates to calm them, Chris began to pull out and thrash back in her snug snatch repeatedly, building up a formidable pace as he pumped his Lioness mate from behind recklessly. Her grunts and snarls only lasted so long, gradually fading into a deep, sincere purring noise underneath the sound of Chris' maleness forcing through her slick fem-juices.The two even began to pant, Chris now slamming his male sex so hard into the feline vixen his balls were slapping off of her, his teeth clenching so tight around her loose neck skin he was genuinely amazed he didn't draw blood. The Lioness had melted underneath him, slumping into a floppy mass of satiated flesh under his grip, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she approached her climax. Chris wasn't far behind as well, the wetness and heat of her passage had him near his exploding point. He freed his arms from her shoulders and pulled her back up against his chest, throttling her huge breasts in two independent circular motions as he went for gold, smashing against her in several aggressive short thrusts, his mate snarling like only a Lioness could with her fangs on display as her orgasm thundered over her.

He could feel her warm vaginal walls become warmer, her sopping wet cunny practically oozing around his phallus, it was too much. He came there and then, filling her already super-moist love tunnel with his semen until it spurted from her satiated hole, dripping out onto the dirt below them. Chris still had his teeth locked around her neck at that point but he finally rid his mouth of her sandy coat and pulled her maw in for a passionate kiss with her gorgeous thin black Lion lips. The Lioness was a little confused at first but she gave in eventually and joined him in entwining their tongues, all the while he continued his last few thrusts spilling his seed in her and on the floor. The two stayed locked there, massaging each other's creases and curves, ogling their forms until Chris' cock had finally finished spilling his seed completely and had loosened inside her a bit. Then he pulled away, his saliva and cum forming two separate strings from her two variously used holes as he lifted up, shaking for some reason. "Fuck." Chris had a moment to collect his thoughts, thinking of what he'd just done. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He knew he'd just fucked an Anthro... and that was wrong... but it was some of the best sex he'd ever had, there was no point denying it. He went to go pick up his clothes by the rock quickly, but when he turned around his attention was solely focused on the camera man he'd simply neglected to think about this whole time, all the while he mated with the beast he was supposed to be filming. Kyle.

He was standing on the very rock Chris had climbed up earlier, filming, with his cock out, stroking. "K-Kyle!? W-what are you..."

"Dude! That - that was so hot! I - I can't believe it man!" Kyle cleaned his hand against the rock surface, buckling up the zipper on his jeans as he re-holstered his cock, and jumped down, camera in hand. "Dude, we, er... we - we have to do this again."

"Wait, no." Chris started waving his hands. "No, you don't understand, no."

"No, bro, you don't understand. That footage you got was awesome. I want in Chris. I want in. That was so hot." Chris looked in Kyle's eyes, confused. "Don't you see man? We don't have to go around learning about these Anthros... we could fuck them instead!" Kyle was emphasizing his point with his hands, signalling his intent towards the Lioness behind Chris, which was bending her head down under one of her legs and licking at her snatch to clean it. "Aww come on man just look at that! The footage I got was intense, Chris. We should shoot more. We have to shoot more! Or we're gay."

"What, you mean like, make a porno or somethin'? Kyle, do you have any idea how crazy that sounds?!"

"Dude, you just fucked a Lion! Don't you talk to me about crazy! And no man, we could do both at the same time! We could call it a sexumentary!"

"What? I - I don't know..." Chris put an arm behind his neck, unsure what to make of this.

"For fuck's sake man! Don't you want some more of that?" Kyle signalled at the Lioness again. "There is so much hot female Anthro ass and pussy untapped on this island, man I swear to god... Come on Chris please... grow a pair man!"

"Alright. Alright. I'm in. Let's do this. Mate."

THE END. THANKS AND PLEASE COMMENT. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM IS THE BEST.