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The young bull sat uncertainly on the chair. A wildebeest, with long shaggy mane and wide spaced curving horns, he made for a suitably exotic sight. He was sweating, profusely, but that was not unusual. Not when a lioness was stalking him.

The lioness paced back and forward in front of him, eyeing up her meal, or that was how it looked. Her gaze was predatory, almost savouring with her eyes. For the police officer, it was a natural action, like breathing, sizing up a prisoner like this, making them sweat before she hit them with it. They always caved like a deck of cards. Having a big young wildebeest stud in her cross hairs just added an extra spice.

"Well...do you have anything to say for yourself?" The tone was accusatory, as well as the words. The bull struggled for answers.

"What? Um...hey...wait!" hesitation is fatal on the savannahs. While he stammered, the feline cop darted behind him, pulling well-muscled arms behind his chair back with the practiced ease of her profession. A loud metallic click completed the picture.

"I said...prisoner...do you have anything to say for yourself?"

The bull swallowed, and his shaggy mane jingled a little. The lioness watched his horns; always watch the horns, her mother had told her. These ones were impressive, long, sharp...and he had decorated them, in the current fashion for ungulates, with elaborate patterned carving in the white ivory of his pride and joy. Impressive...

"Hmm...looks like you took the 'you have the right to remain silent' part to heart prisoner..."

He tested his bonds. It looked hopeless. She had cuffed his wrists together behind the chair back, with the chain running around a metal bar holding up the backrest. He was stuck in this chair until the cop let him go. Her uniform badge gleamed as bright as her smile, all incisors flashing, as she contemplated his predicament. He gulped again; he didn't think she would be letting him go any time soon.

"So...what do we have here then?"

Beside the wildebeest, a large plastic bag crumpled anonymously. The lioness picked it up with disdain, her paws searching inside for anything incriminating. Her grin gained extra wattage.

"Groceries...and no receipt. Shoplifting; stupid, even for a wildebeest..."

"Hey! Take that umpfgh!"

The bull stared at his captor, wide eyed. She moved like the wind, this time clamping one surprisingly strong paw over his muzzle, while the other gripped his mane and pulled his bulbous head back a touch, exposing a long and graceful neck and a small goatee right at the point of his chin. She watched his swallowing, every gulp another bouncing ride along his skin....how easy it would be to clamp her incisors tight...

"Now now prisoner...if you are going to keep quiet, might as well stick to it hey? Don't want me to find reasons to add resisting arrest and insulting an officer to the rap sheet..."

She eased her paw off his muzzle, watching it quiver a little with detached satisfaction as he nodded with difficulty...she loosened her grip on his mane enough to give him some freedom. Her night stick materialised in her free paw, the telescoped length suddenly thrust against his sensitive nose.

"Going to go quietly, aren't we little bull?"

His head nodded, even as his eyes sparkled with disquiet. The scent of wildebeest sweat thickened, and she opened her nose and sucked in a lungful.

"You know...there are so many things I miss. Smells...tastes..."

The bull nodded. He could imagine...

"The taste of beef...bloody, rich, the tang of meat..."

She had gone vegetarian, a supreme sacrifice. Her girlfriends had been stunned, even appalled. No lioness should have to do that, even for a lover. But she had done it, in order to make him feel comfortable with her. Sometimes though...

"Just a taste...sometimes all I need is a taste..."

One feline paw reached for his shirt. She popped the top button wither claw, then the next and then a third as the wildebeest stud sweated and wriggled. She kept her gaze impassive, but her pleasure was betrayed in the slight twitch of her tail, and the glow in her feline eyes. She spread his shirt wide, eyeing an expanse of young male chest, the dark brown fur with thicker patches between well developed pectorals and the ring of longer soft hairs around each pink nipple.

"Let's see what you grabbed from this store prisoner..."

Her paw left his chest momentarily. He found he missed the touch, disturbingly so. She rifled his grocery bag, paw clasped on something interesting. Pulling it out, she held it before his eyes.

"Now, there are compensations for being a vegetarian, even as a lioness. I do love this...on all sorts of things."

She squeezed the large bottle of liquid honey. The rich sweet liquor glinted gold like her eyes, and she unscrewed the top slowly all the while watching her prey. He was sweating still...the odour was pungent, and sweet like the honey.

"Of course, it makes me miss my meat as well. Nothing like honey glazed beef...I like it tenderised a little first though."

She brought her nightstick down against his thigh, not too hard. The long weapon smacked against flesh with a satisfying thud, and the bound wildebeest gave a slight jerk, his eyes wide and he let out a soft 'oooof' noise. She followed up with a blow to his chest, and then his belly. The bull doubled over a little, winded and confused.

Then he felt the heavy tip of the nightstick slide teasingly down his belly an across his belt to rub his crotch. He panicked a little then.

"No! Please! Um..."

"Going to co-operate prisoner?"

"Yes..."

"Good. It would be a shame to damage such beautiful meat...I'd like to taste it first anyway..."

The baton returned to it's place on her belt. With paws free, she reached for his belt, unbuckling and then popping the top button on his jeans. The bull whimpered a little but didn't resist. The memory of that hard baton on his balls kept him compliant.

Paws gripped his waistband and pulled. He lifted his butt obligingly off the seat, which made her laugh a little, mocking him with her eyes. The fabric made a soft hissing noise as it slid over thickly muscled thighs matted with dark brown fur. His tail caught and came with them, bent forward and flopping in front of the seat with it's little tuft at the tip swishing side to side in alarm. The cop examined her prisoner with relish. He tried not to meet her gaze, embarrassed, and she could see why.

Her treatment had had an effect; a couple of inches of pink bull cock poking from his sheath already, accompanied by the scent of wildebeest bull musk.

"Nothing you don't like anyway, little calf. Now...let's see how you taste. Honey glazed meat...the best."

She held the squeeze bottle full of honey in front of his eyes and pressed. A line of thick glutinous gold dripped from the nozzle, and she painted him like an expert chef. First his nipples, making sure she got a good coating on his brown areolae, then down the line of his belly following a line of coarser hairs that spread above his sheath to form a patch of cute curly pubes. She lathered them in honey, then as he held his breath, directed the sweet stream onto his exposed cock, smothering it in gold.

The honey felt cool, slick, sticky. He was used to feeling sticky there, ever since he was 14 and puberty came knocking he had a tendency to blow his wad at the slightest provocation. His first kiss with a girl led to him filling his pants and running off too embarrassed to confess. Now the thick trail of liquid sensuality made him quiver, ears twitching, and he couldn't help reacting. HI length swelled, spreading from his wide open sheathlips to reveal a long proud bullcock, pink and glistening with it's impromptu coating. The tip pulsed, hole open wide and he emitted a single droplet of pre as the lioness purred out her appreciation.

"Tst tsk...impatient, aren't we..."

She wasn't finished though, and more honey flowed, this time lower, down the line of his sheath onto his heavy balls in their soft silken sack. His pubes ran in a ring around his sheath then down the centre of his scrotum between his testicles, and she followed that line with the honey trail until the hairs glistened. She reached out to touch with a paw pad...so slick, but nice...and she slid her fingertip along the line of hairs, under, behind, to the start of his taint. She could feel those curly hairs continued, into his crevice and beyond, framing one thick tailhole. He flinched as her claw found the ring of his pucker, begging with his eyes.

He looked too tasty to let go though.

"Now let's see how you taste with that glaze..."

A lioness tongue is rough, like sandpaper. She liked that, the way guys expected soft and gentle and got a nice shock when she rasped their sensitive flesh. As she started her tasting where she began her decoration, the first part of his anatomy to feel the burn was his pert nipples, and she lapped at him tasting the honey as well as the unmistakable beefy taste of prime wildebeest bull and sweat. He couldn't help himself, and he groaned out loud now, sliding lower in the seat as he sensations coursed through his body and his cock thickened and threatened to add bull seed to the recipe.

She had to have more though. Incisors clamped on his left nipple, hard, and bit. He was too astonished to cry out a first, the painful lancing burn building until suddenly he felt his nipple give way and one sharp tooth sank into flesh.

Blood. She loved that taste; meat, blood, sweet, tangy. She opened her muzzle, freeing his bleeding nipple, and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry little calf. Instinct..."

He doubted it was that accidental, especially when she licked her lips in exaggerated fashion displaying her incisor red with his blood.

"I'll stick to licking the glaze for now...must be a good vegetarian after all..."

Her lips and tongue lavished him with attention, and the wildebeest writhed on the chair as she sampled her way down his body. His curly pubes tasted good doused in honey, and she suckled them and ran clawtips down his cock before finally engulfing his hardness and letting her lips slide slowly down his shaft. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to cum, and his whole body shook with the effort.

She took him all, every honey flavoured inch, his tip buried deep in her throat. Then she began to purr, the motion of her throat battering his cocktip with unspeakable sensations. He cried out then, and prepared for his orgasm.

Then all he felt was warm air.

"Not yet..."

A groan and whimper made the cop chuckle, fondling her captive's well honeyed scrotum. Then she gave his balls a long slow tonguebath, taking all the honey off his balls leaving them slightly sticky and swollen.

"Now that was tasty. But let's see what else you have in here..."

Her paws pulled out a carrot, thick and tapered, and she turned it in her paw examining.

"You know, I have come to appreciate vegetables, there's no denying that. Even these...though a bit like beef, they go better with some honey glaze..."

He watched confused as she tipped the honey bottle over the carrot, dripping a good thick coating over the end. She smiled her most engaging smile at him then, holding the carrot right in front of him, before reaching suddenly between his legs.

The wildebeest let out a gasp as he felt her claws grip his tail.

"Slide forward now like a good prisoner."

He didn't have much choice anyway, as she pulled hard and he felt his tail tugging and pulling painfully. His ass slid forward off the end of the chair, cock flopping against his belly with the motion.

"You like carrots, don't you little calf?"

"Y...yes...but..."

"Good..."

"NO!"

She brought the innocent root vegetable between his legs, teasing his scrotum with the tip, all the while giving him no doubt as to where it was going. The sticky tip well lubricated in honey touched his tailhole, and he clenched uselessly. She just shook her head at him in admonishment and screwed the improvised dildo against his ring until it yielded and she rammed the carrot in.

He looked so cute, she thought. His eyes were wide with indignation and other things; she wondered how it felt. Maybe he liked it? His nose twitched, and his shaggy mane flailed as he tried to break free. She just kept on pushing, past his prostate and deep into his bowels until the carrot filled his virgin hole.

She brought her nostrils to his sheath and sniffed. Musk; rich, deep musk.

"Enjoying this meal, aren't you?"

"No! please, take it out..."

"Awww..that would be a shame..."

She began teasing him with the carrot, twisting, pulling it a little way out then ramming it in deep. He felt his insides coated with honey, and the deep burning pain of penetration. Then he felt something else...something shameful. His cock throbbed, emitting a long jet of precum, just as the tapered tip hit his nut. He lay his head back, aroused and mortified, eyes closed and groaned.

"You know...vegetables aren't that bad after all..."

Another slap on his prostate. He shook. Then another, and his balls drew up hard and his cock swayed against his belly.

Then she pulled the dildo free, examining the glistening orange vegetable and the writhing captive wildebeest with equal hunger.

"I think you should have this...teach you not to shoplift again."

He pursed his lips and shook his head no.

Then he felt claws on his scrotum, and he begged with his eyes.

"Open wide..."

He took a tentative nibble, tasting honey, carrot...and something else that made him shudder, but the squeeze on his scrotum told him there was no going back, and he devoured the rest of the carrot quickly trying not to remember where it had been. As he chewed, he watched the feline rummaging in his bag again, and suddenly stopped. He knew what she would find next...

Her look of triumphant ecstacy positively glowed like a halo of mischief as she held up the next exhibit; a long thick cucumber.

"No...please...not that...no...please!"

"But one serve of vegetables is never enough for a good herbivore, is it?"

She decided to forego the honey coating this time; it didn't go so well with cucumber, and his ass should be well coated still from the carrot. It didn't go in anywhere near as easily this time, and the bull shook and begged and cried as the thick blunt end penetrated his now sore hole, and grunted as it slid further and further into him until he was stuffed to breaking point with the cucumber.

She let him rest with it deep in his ass, but plenty of length poking out for her to work with. She started with a slow twist, then a gradual teasing probing thrust, in...out..in...wait...out. His cock flopped from side to side, and he broke out in a sweat that dripped off his forelock and onto his chest.

"Hmmm...now that is a nice meal. Honey glazed beef, carrots and cucumber. I think I'm ready for dessert..."

She took the last item from the grocery bag, a large punnet of strawberries. He watched her with tortmented eyes. His cock ached, his balls were ready to explode, but the thick cucumber in his ass both stimulated and seemed to prevent his orgasm. All he could do was drool precum in a pool at his navel. He wondered what she intended with these, and realised he probably didn't want to know.

"Now...I must admit, I do love strawberries."

He watched, mesmerised, as she stripped. Her uniform pants slid over well rounded lioness hips, and she opened her shirt to reveal a pair of perfect breasts in a silken bra. Her panties were black silk, and as he saw a spreading wet patch on the dark silk and his nostrils sniffed the air, he caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal. He mooed out his answer, and shot another line of pre.

She slid a paw into her panties, fingering herself wantonly right I front of him so close he could see the fingers sliding between her lips under fabric. She arched her back as she pleasured, then slowly slid her panties down. He could see the thick red of line of her pussy lips, the swollen nub of her already distended clit, and over all the sheen of liquid excitement.

"dessert is my new favourite course."

The plastic punnet opened with a click, and he watched amazed as she took the first fat strawberry in hr paws. She didn't eat it though; instead she played with it, rubbing the rough flesh over her pussy lips and clit, purring with excitement, coating it with her juices. The wildebeest bull watched, aroused beyond hope, his muzzle wide and tongue lolling out, as she performed the lascivious dance, then obediently ate the proffered strawberry, tasting the sweet juice of the fruit as well as the sweeted juice of the cop at the same time.

"You like strawberries?"

A nod.

"Good..."

She proceeded to rub each remaining strawberry over her distended lips and clit, but the remaining ones had a different fate. When she judged each one good and ready, she pressed it against her lips and slid the fruit into her excited quim with a feline meowl that went right through his cock. He watched each fat red fruit disappear, until there was just a slow drip of red juice from her lips.

The she straddled him and shoved her pussy against his muzzle.

"Now...eat..."

The nightstick was back, behind his neck and pulling his muzzle forward until he was pressed hard against her. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think; he opened his muzzle to cry out and tasted strawberry. In a daze, he licked, then lapped, then forced his long soft bovine tongue between her lips and sought out the tasty treats inside.

She let her pleasure out now, moaning, crying out, shouting as he ate her. One strawberry...two...he pulled them into his muzzle with his tongue, roughly eating out her snatch as his lips writhed against her lips and her clit. She came, loudly, about the fourth strawberry, and he kept on nuzzling away after the fruit until he had eaten them all and she let him sit back, with a dazed expression on his face and red juice and pips dripping from his open muzzle.

Her paw circled his length, now bolt upright and leaking, and she sat on him in one motion, filling her pussy with bull meat. A mix of strawberry juice, pips, excitement and precum made it easy if a little rough, and she rode him wildly now, freeing one breast from her bra and using his horns to guide him to her. His red muzzle closed on her nipple and suckled, as she slammed down to the hilt on his cock, feeling the excitement build rapidly with each new thrust. Her cries became screams, and then she kissed him and bit his lip, tasting blood and strawberries as she came.

When she lifted off him, he was still achingly hard, still stuffed with cucumber, and still desperate to cum.

"Need it do you little calf?"

"Oh God...please don't leave me like this..."

She took pity, after a fashion.

"Well, strawberries are a little bland. They go wonderfully with cream though...pity you didn't get any."

Her paw lazily searched the empty grocery bag, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Going to have to improvise..."

He wondered what the hell she meant, but didn't have long to wait. He felt her paw on the cucumber, masturbating his ass with it's bulk, painfully ramming his prostate. It wasn't quite enough though...and she gripped his horns and pulled.

The bull's muzzle dripping strawberry juice approached its target ever closer; one throbbing cock tip.He pleaded, he begged, he refused...and she roughly pummeled his ass and fondled his scrotum until he relented. His lips closed on the tip of his own cock, tasting thick ripe bull pre, musk, flesh...

It only took a couple of licks before he erupted, hard, filling his muzzle with thick ropey cum until he couldn't swallow it all and a gush flooded out to drip down his chin.

"Strawberries and cream..."

She kissed him, hard. It did taste good. Almost as good at meat. Maybe he was worth it...still, she liked to make him suffer just a little. He was so cute in her handcuffs.

The mortified wildebeest lay back, exhausted, as she stepped to the side and stretched. She gave him a long wink before she headed out of the room. She did manage a parting shout though.

"Thanks for doing the shopping honey..."