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There is a human in my life!

The lioness was walking among the trees in her small forest. It was an ordinary day for her, not different than the previous ones... Except one thing; she was thinking about that strange creature that she found not too long ago. She smelled it before around her territory and she got used to it slowly. She could remember the first day, that strange odor, the hoof prints confused her. She hunted for many creatures; she saw many strange things in her life but nothing alike. It was a two-legged creature with hoofs, according to the paw-prints. What could walk on two legs instead of birds? It was not bird that was out of the question. It smelled different.

As she scratched a tree and sprayed it, marking the edge of her territory, her thoughts were chasing each other. Yesterday she saw it in the distance; she caught it out of the corner of her eye. The thing was standing on two legs as she supposed but it was watching her. Is it hunting for me? Is it wanting to drive me away from my territory? She wasn't sure but the idea made her uneasy. She must find out, so she made a plan.

The next day after she groomed her fur, drunk some water from the nearest river, she went straight to the hill where she saw that thing yesterday. Deep in her gut she knew that it will come again. Talking about guts; she was hungry because she missed several prey in the previous days. The feeling distracted her thoughts. I should cull that beast as my next prey. It must be delicious. She licked her jowls, than put her belly to the ground behind a thicket and lowered her head to her front paws. She was waiting.

As she presumed the two-legged thing came, but from close-up it was stranger than she thought. The forepaws of that creature were free and it used them to grab on something spherical. No it wasn't its cubs, it was a lifeless thing. The creature's skin was not feathered, not scaly and just on some spots were furry. Her curiosity had overruled her hunger so she stayed low and watched. It did something with that spherical thing and pulled out a strange-shaped yellow stuff. It followed many others; she didn't have a single clue what they were. The creature was in downwind so she was not able to catch a scent. She rose to four paws and sneaked closer with the hope in her heart, maybe she could figure out more. Is it dangerous? Can it defend itself? She must have known before she make that decision.

She sat in the thicket, only her whiskers hung out from the leafs. She sniffed a few times but it was useless, the wind hadn't changed, her nose was blind to the scents. So she upreared her ears and listened for the sounds. Then something happened what coaxed her hunger out from the dark. The creature had started to eat. She bared her teeth in anger. This is my territory, creature! I'm hungry so you have no liberty to eat in front of me! I will eat you instead! She thought and clawed the ground under her paws. She started to measure the distances and chances. It has no pointy teeth and claws, it has soft hoofs, it doesn't not look like a strong one. It won't be a problem. She prepared herself for a rush.

The creature stood up from sitting and looked for something in the forest where she was. She suspected that her scent reached him. She gave her left paw a quick, nervous lick. There was no chance to surprise the creature anymore. Eyes caught each other's... that was the moment! She flattened her ears, pulled her lips from her teeth and stepped out slowly. As the eyes had met she sensed the fear in her prey. It froze in the spot where it was. She made a step forward not losing her pace. The creature was retreating and had made a mistake; it stumbled and fell to the ground. That was the chance; she was not wasting her time and leaped on the thing.

Something sharp, pointy and cold touched her throat just under her muzzle, she froze. The kill was soo close she almost yowl up in agony that she couldn't sank her fangs in its meat. Her saliva was dripping from her chin. The creature didn't kill her. It was unexpected... if she were the thing, she would have done it already. The number of the unexpected things had doubled as she smelled something strange but delicious. One of the creature's foods drove her attention from it to the new phenomenon. Her whiskers swung forward and her eyes focused on that brown bird-shaped miracle, her flank rumbled. Suddenly the wingless bird flew away from her and her muscles and instincts acted at the same time. She jumped after the food and finally she knew it in her mouth. It was even more delicious than she thought about its smell. She was sad when she finished after a few bites. The two-legged creature had gone. She realized also.

***

She was taking a nap near the river. It was her favorite spot because it was high above the ground. The first and the last beams of the sun also could reach it and warm her up. She stretched her forequarters to the edge and sank her claws into it. Her night food, mouth-horn as she called, still filled her belly and her movements were dizzy. She got her hindquarters above her and stood up with both of her hind legs. She gave a minute to the feeling of her spine arching and continued it till her tail had shivered. After this, she changed the limbs and stood up with her forequarters, lowered and stretched her hindquarters.

She had had a strange habit: the daily patrolling and how she had done it on every day. She thought that the regularity and predictability is not a good thing so she made sudden changes on her trail. If she saw a brown leaf among the greens she turned right, if that stone under the bush had moss in it, she turned left. Next day she will change the method. When she reached the edge of her territory she rubbed her jowls to a tree, scratched another and sprayed it. She sniffed a few times around, but there were no suspicious scents in the air. Of course in the mating season she looked for the scents of males... but now it would only disturb me. She thought as she passed through a thicket. The face-horns, the smaller red-tails and mouth-horns lived their lives. Even the small and fast shaggy tailed burrow-living creature followed her steps with fear in its eyes.

At dusk she thought she must check the hill for the two-legged thing she met yesterday. She knew that she won't see it again; she scared it out from her territory. It was a little pity because of that brown, crunchy bird what the creature gave to her was the best meal she ever had. She was not hungry but she started to drool. Then she caught a scent in the air; Fresh meat and blood_. I am the only meat-eater in this territory! I have to investigate the source of the scent._ She thought and changed her trail.

The meat was piled up on a stone. There were no signs of legs, head, guts, bone and hide. She sniffed a few times into the air and she could reassure herself, there weren't any rival predator near or far. What could have done this with an animal? Eat only what she used to leave behind? The amount of the meat was too little to a face-horn, even to a mouth-horn. She hadn't had any idea so her curiosity drawn her closer to the meat. Only when she reached it she saw the two-legged creature behind a rock. Her suspicion reached its climax, but she didn't want to let the meat go waste and the two-legged thing ran into the forest, so she sat down and gnawed the pile away.

***

As she lived her days, she caught herself on doing regular trails to the stone with the meat pile. She didn't get disappointed because the two-legged brought her food every day. This was a warm welcomed change in her life. Soon she realized that she was no longer hungry, she could rely on that daily meat if she missed a hunt. The two-legged was still afraid of her, she could smell by its odor, but it kept visiting and feeding her. That strange behavior was confusing in a way she never thought. She had had feelings and dreams about the creature. It was like a friend... a friend with strong fear when she is near. She wanted to mark it, touch its body with her jowls and leave her scent on it_. I don't know what you are, but I feel I couldn't eat you as I do to others. You feed me like my mother did when I was a bug-chasing cub._ She groomed her fur until she felt herself well washed and fresh. Then she curled up on her sleeping-stone, near the river, and fell asleep.

The next day she was up sooner than the sun. She had a dream about her mother, when she grabbed her scruff with teeth and carried her away; the endearing licks when she had fell on her nose, the soft paws, covered her during the cold nights. She missed them, just like the closeness of a pack mate. She shook her head, drove away the painful thoughts and looked into the future. The future had begun with a copious grooming.

She thought she will check the feeding-rock sooner on that day. Usually she had arrived late and could only give a short glimpse to the two-legged creature before it left the scene. But on that day she will catch it; of course not in the bad meaning. I will surprise you my tending creature.

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As she suspected her supplier had arrived during the morning and placed a few pieces of meat on the stone. She stood up quickly in the thicket and stalked forward. She put one paw to another in complete silence. Not even the grass made a single noise as she flown among them like a fluffy river. She flattened her ears, swung back her whiskers and bared her claws as she reached her prey. The zeal caught her, the feeling of the hunt, but fortunately she was able to hold it back. Her claws disappeared in her paws, her lips had closed and her mood changed to playfully. She thought she will indicate her presence with a nip on the two-legged creatures' back. The odor of the pure fear filled the air in an instant but she just rubbed her jowls to its back and went to the food. First she must ease down her hunger. I touched it! I did it! She thought before the first bite of the offered delicious meat.

She was happy because the two-legged creature didn't take the chance and flee. It stayed near her, it sensed that she was not about to eat or hurt. The first contact could be important so she give a few licks to her paws, clean it from the meat-fluids. When she thought her fur shining like the sun she stood up and went to the petrified creature. She waved her tail in every direction; she knew that was the sign of the peacefully rapprochement among her kind. When she reached it, she gave it a full-body rub. At the second time the creature had touched her with its front paws and groomed her fur a little. She felt herself happier than ever, she felt she must run around the forest an yowl her happiness to every being.

***

The two-legged creature became her best friend, her pack-mate and the food-bringer in one person. She kept it close to her; she rubbed her body on it and even licked its face a few times. First she thought she shouldn't because if its taste is good maybe she will hurt it unintentionally. But she was wrong; it tasted like a friend and not food.

The forepaws of the two-legged was clever, it could groom her fur with great skill and kept caressing her even if she was clean. She caught herself behaving like a cub. She was the bug-caser, little ball of fur again. She yowled to the lizards; poke them off from the branches and wrestled with the two-legged's forepaws as she did with her mother's.

After several days she noticed that her friend makes strange noises with mouth. She could also yowl, purr, growl and so on, but the two-legged did many things in a brief time. The sounds rolled out from it and she also realized that some sound-combination meant something. For instance, one meant that she did something painful to it. It was not a shriek or howl it was more complex. She knew that if she heard she should stop what she did. Another sound-combination meant the water. The two-legged mentioned that if it was thirsty. Another meant food, etcetera. Soon she understood more sound-combinations than whiskers on her face. Her friend was also able to learn signals from her. The positions of her whiskers, the angle of her ears, and the movements of her tail... it learned quicker than she could have imagined.

One day her two-legged friend waved its paws in a strange way. She tilted her head and upreared her ears because it did sounds also. It wanted something from her what she was not able to understand. Do you want me to follow you? She thought after a few minutes. She raised her hindquarters and took a tentative step straight to her friend. It nodded and started to walk, she followed.

The two-legged creature led her to the edge of her territory and a little further. She felt her fur ruffle as she stepped out from the well-known lands but she had trust in her friend. Soon she realized, something big and strange stood ahead in their trail. It was like a huge rock but made from tree. There was an opening what confused her a little more. The two-legged stepped into that wood-cave so she followed with bristling fur and shivering tail. Her claws knocked on the wooden ground and as she brushed her paw-furs to measure the hardness she felt the odors of this place. Above everything the smell was reassuring because she knew that was the territory of her friend. It lived there; its odor was heavy but well-known. She flattened the fur on her back with a few licks and started to discover the place. Why my friend wanted to show me its place? She was thinking while she sniffed every odd-shaped thing around at least twice. There were no threat but her excitement made her sleepy. When she discovered the soft sleeping-spot she occupied it. Just her ears followed the noises of her friend for a while, they turned into its direction but then she slowly fell asleep.

***

She woke to rumbling and sudden lights. The storm, the fury of the sky, had already reached its climax. She hated that thing every year she had had to face it. She hated because that was the only thing she was afraid of. That was the only thing she couldn't fight with claws and teeth, she couldn't run away from it. Another rumble made her shivering in her whole body; she sneaked out from the soft sleeping-spot when she realized that her friend was not there. The panic almost made her mad, she almost yowling for mercy but then she caught its scent. The scent led her to it, it was sleeping. How can it sleep like a cub between its mother's paws while the sky is falling down, the ground is rumbling, the lights are blinding?! She almost jumped on her friend after another rumble and light struck. She crouched to the ground and shrank herself into a ball of fur. I must wake it up! She thought but her paws were not obeying. She stretched her neck out and poked its hind paws with her nose and whiskers. It wasn't working, it was fast asleep. She swept her friend with her whiskers from toe to stomach when finally it woke up. The two-legged's expressions told her that it was surprised but then it took its trail to the soft sleeping-spot. She followed her friend and snuggled to it. She knew that the strange two-legged creature will save her from the fury of the sky.

She awake for sunlight and let out a soft purr responding to the body on her side. She was not in the mood of waking up fully; she felt herself used after the last night. The storm made her weak and dizzy. She just barely realized that her sleeping-spot-mate was a bit different than it used to. The two-legged seemed that it had lost a layer of its pelt. Fortunately there were no blood or bare meat; she once saw a snake crawling out of its old skin. She thought her friend could be similar. After a short nap it tried to stand up but had fallen back, maybe her weight on its hind-paws made it numb. She knows that feeling but she couldn't have done anything to help.

She was a little terrified when she saw that the two-legged pulled off another layer of skin from its hip. It wasn't something that the snake has done long time ago, she realized, it wasn't a skin after all, it was like dried mud on fur. It could cover you, but you can groom it off from you. When the two-legged had finished this action she found the answer of her question about its gender. It was a male she saw it clear between his legs. Secretly she hoped it is a female because he was as kind with her as her mother. Maybe he will mate with me when the heat comes. She thought but it was the problem of another day.

He used to call her with sound-combinations, she recognized: "girl" when she heard it she paid attention to his movements, expressions and voice. But he used another on that day: "Aarya". It was almost a yowl, it was easy to recall. He kept whispering to her and caressed her head. She understood this is her name from that time.

When the food-time had come she was hungry so she welcomed the meat what he carried to her. She was about to give him a gentle thank-you-rub when she froze for a moment. He smelled like her food. She was afraid of this moment because he was her pack-mate, her friend. She gave his belly a quick lick then she almost yowled up in relief. She smelled only the food _on_his skin. She gave another but stronger lick and when he didn't stepped back she groomed his sparse fur clear. The only stop-sign came after she licked his maleness between his legs. He jumped back and used unknown sound-combinations, but his expressions told her it was not good to him. She understood but couldn't figure out why he acted strange. Her bewildered stare deepened when he dribbled more food-liquid on his now bigger maleness. She knew when the maleness got bigger than it used to mean that he was ready to mate with a female. But there were no female in heat. He stood in front of her and stared down with a strange logging in his eyes. She gave a lick to the male-part but he didn't jump away.

The taste of the food-liquid was delicious, she was careful with the carrier body-part and she got a strange thought. Maybe he wants to play with me! So when she finished the cleaning she engulfed the male-rod and looked for the effects on him. First he looked terrified, and then his scent changed. He enjoyed this game but the warning in his sound was obvious.Maybe he thought I will bite it off and chew it like a food? I wouldn't do that because I like him and this would drive him away from me. I don't want to be alone again. She moved the tongue as if she would like to suck something out of him. In the corner of her mind she made a relation between the teats of her mother and the male-rod in her mouth. After a few suck, she spat it out because there wasn't any milk but she felt a strange taste: maybe blood. She sniffed around just to make sure she didn't harm it, then she put it back. He enjoyed what she did; it got more obvious so she continued that game.

He made the it-hurts-me sound-combination and wanted to back off again but she didn't want to release it. She just tighten her jaws a little what caused another dose of fear-scent from her friend. I'm sorry if I hurt you but as I saw you enjoyed it at the beginning. What should I do to make it good for you again? She was thinking, swallowed back some saliva coming out from her mouth. His eyes brightened in enjoyment so she did it for multiple times. He felt himself good; she loosened her grip on the male-rod and curved her tongue around it. She had no idea why she did it, her instincts told her to do, maybe.

The male-rod throbbed, stiffened and she felt a liquid hit her throat. It was too quick, too strange, and too frightening that she almost shut her muzzle close. In the last moment she could stop the clamping jaws, fortunately the fluid doesn't taste like blood. It was different but in a good meaning so she slurped up every drop, then released the male-rod. She suddenly knew that she made a mistake. He was in pain, and she felt the passing taste of some other liquid. The scent of blood filled his basic odor just like the fear and the pain. She was ashamed and almost forlorn because she hurt her friend. To console him she rubbed her jowls to his shoulder, she secretly feared he will refuse her approach but he didn't. He was polite and kind as always. She purred for his forgiveness.

***

That stupid storm struck again with its full power. But her problem was something else. She felt the season had come, she was almost in heat. That tainted her mood and behavior also. She was more aggressive, and self-contained as she used to, she drove her friend away with a warning snarl anytime he wanted to get closer. She spent more time grooming her fur especially near the base of her tail. It helped a little but not for long time. She still liked her companion but she knew that in her current condition she would just hurt him so she hid behind the first soft-rock in the wood-cave. It was hard for her. She often sniffed the air for approaching males but she only smelled her friend. Her creature was a male she knew that, but he wasn't the same as her. His smell promised safe and joy but not mating and cubs. Once she wanted to jump to him and offer her hindquarters, another time she wanted to claw him away. The heat wasn't as hard as this time.

After a few days she suffered more and more, the heat waves beat her continuously made her yowl in agony and lust. She was not able to bare anymore, she must catch the first male and mate with him. But the only male around me is him. He is a male, he has maleness and I need to feel a male-rod inside me. She shivered to the thought because it was arousing and disgusting at the same time. By the morning the lust overruled the disgust and doubts and she was ready to mate with him. Will he understand my needs? Will he refuse me? Will I hurt him if he refuses me? Can we mate at all? He has different maleness than my kind, maybe there is no hope. I must figure it out and there is only one way to do it. She was determined and ready to act.

She thought a gentle grooming a few licks and pokes will make him understand. She felt her body so warm she almost whimpered in pain, she must chill it down. Fortunately she achieved success, when she laid next to him and gave the signals, offered her hindquarters, he positioned himself to her. That was the moment of the truth. He pressed his male-rod against her opening and she felt the long wanted feeling. He did it too slow but she didn't want to move. She knew this is the task of the males. After a minute she felt, he was still trusting inward. How long is he? I didn't noticed when I licked him; but the feeling was strange and good. I feel something I had never felt. She was taken aback when she realized that he had no spikes on his male-rod. She quickly pulled herself together and pushed her rump against him.

He filled her internals fully; he was long and thick at the same time, with smooth surface. As he pulled back a little she almost shivered, waited for the pain, but instead of pain she felt only pleasure. She stretched her neck and closed her eyes. She gave herself to the feeling. As he moved his hips backward and forward the never experienced pleasure had culminated, she purred because she couldn't do anything else. Then when she reached the top of this feeling, she growled and her eyes popped open in amazement. She felt that feeling struck her like a punch; her heart almost exploded, her lungs emptied, her blood in her body turned into the most amazing thing in her life. She let him spurt his liquids inside her but she couldn't stay steady too long. She felt like she had been filled with life and joy.

She licked up the fluids of her and her partner. The odor of the mating was different than she was used to and she was not able to decide; in what meaning. Her scent was also a little not her-like and this was not a surprise, she felt something she never had, it was obvious that her scent changed to something she never smelled. She was happy while she lapped up every little drop and straightened the tousled fur on her body. When she had finished she laid next to her two-legged creature.

She knew she will call him as her mate from that moment.... and she was sure by to look on his face, she was his mate also.

End?!

Small help for the names in this episode: face-horns = deer mouth-horns = hog red-tails = fox shaggy tailed burrow-living creature = squirrel soft-rocks = furnitures