Confusion in the Darkness
Today was an uneventful day. Miristri, an African lion, stood atop a small hill, his cream fur shining in the sunlight leaking through the thick forest canopy. He liked to consider himself an adventurer, never staying in one environment for too long. Forests were always his favorite places to explore. Whatever direction you walked in, there was something going on. But today, it didn't seem like much was going on at all. There was a cold breeze in the forest, which he knew meant something was going to happen, but wasn't sure what. It was starting to get late and he needed to clean the dirt off his fur and find somewhere to rest. He slid down the hill and started walking against the direction of the breeze.
After hours of boring walking, Mir stumbled upon a small lake sitting against a steep mountain. A large waterfall constantly poured water into the lake. He approached the edge of the water, looking at his reflection. He lacked a full mane like most male lions. You could easily mistake him for a lioness. The only hair he was was a small dark brown tuft on his head. It was all he had and he certainly loved to show it off. It was matted down and dirty, though. There was dirt all over his face. Dirt was Mir's worst enemy. He dunked his head into the water and shook the water off, staring back at the reflection of a handsome, clean lion. It took him almost half an hour to clean his whole body, but he couldn't sleep knowing there was a speck of dirt in his fur.
There was barely any light left now. Mir yawned loudly and set off to the cave behind the waterfall. He was eager to explore it, but even more eager to go to sleep. The cave was completely dark, his feline eyes struggling to make out anything besides stone. Inside the cave, there were many strong scents intertwined. He couldn't make out any one scent, but assumed there weren't any other creatures in here since no scent was stronger than the others. He didn't want to delve too deep into the cave. The waterfall was still slightly visible, he could clearly see if any other predators entered the cave. That was enough safety for him. He plopped down onto his side on the cold cave floor and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep.
In his dreams, Mir was in the savannah, laying down on his stomach. His head rested on his paws as he groggily looked out at the red sun setting. He suddenly felt paws at his side as his body was embraced by warm fur. He tensed up, his head jolting upwards to find his mom smiling down at him, her blue eyes glowing with pride. Relaxing, he laid his head back into his paws as he felt a lick up his neck. A giggle escaped his muzzle, his tail flicking about while he readjusted his body into a more comfortable position. His bliss was suddenly interrupted as he felt a poke a sharp poke against his rump. His body froze, trying to figure out what was happening as he felt another poke, this time closer to his tailhole.
The dream quickly faded away. Mir found himself in the dark cave again, unable to see anything. His nostrils were suddenly invaded by the strong musk of another feline. He tried to lift his head, only to have a paw force it back down to the cave floor as he felt a sharp, fleshy object penetrate his tailhole. Behind him, he heard a low rumble as the other feline forced his cock deep into Mir's tiny ass. Mir let out a yelp and tried to crawl away, but was stopped by the feeling of teeth closing in around his neck. The other feline mercilessly pounded Mir's ass, tiny barbs scraping against his pink pucker with each thrust. He could feel the feline's breath on his neck as he panted, the smell clouding his mind as he tried to tilt his head to get a better look.
On top of Mir was a large black panther, his green eyes glowing with lust in the dark. The panther let go of Mir's neck, but continued to violently thrust his pink flesh in Mir's tailhole. Mir let his head fall to the side, no longer being held by the panther. He laid in agony as he felt his tiny pucker stretched open by this massive feline's cock. His entire body shook with every thrust, back and forth he felt his head being squished against the cave wall. The lewd slurping sounds that came with each thrust echoed off of the cave walls. Mir could feel the panther's pre dripping out of his tailhole and onto his own furry sac and then down to the tip of his sheath.
The panther suddenly stopped thrusting, a growl escaping his muzzle. Mir laid on the ground with his muzzle open, drooling onto the cave floor. He could barely feel his ass now, numb from the pain. The panther laid one of his big paws on Mir's neck and pushed him firmly to the cave floor to keep him in place as as shoved the rest of his cock into Mir's barely compensating asshole. He began to thrust again, putting pressure onto Mir's neck to keep him in place. His thrusts were much more frequent and violent now, his pants much louder as he drooled onto Mir's face below.
The panther's furry sac smacked against Mir's as he felt himself approaching his climax. He forced his entire cock into Mir's tailhole as he let out a roar, his barbs expanding outward as they ripped open Mir's fleshy insides. Mir tried to let out a yelp, but couldn't even breathe as his mind went blank from the pain. The panther's pulsing meat sent warm spurts of sticky seed into Mir's tiny asshole, filling it to the brim with most of it overflowing onto the cave floor. He pulled his cock out as it retreated into its furry sheath, panting for a moment before licking Mir's cheek one last time.
"Don't bother telling our cubs about me. I'm not sticking around." The panther laughed breathlessly to himself as he stood up, walking toward the cave entrance.
Mir couldn't respond, unable to concentrate on anything other than the overpowering smell of panther semen and the pain inside his tailhole. Did that panther really mistake him for a female? It didn't really matter. He felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. It was something he'd have to worry about tomorrow.