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"Role Reversal"

The stars provided a blanket of light across the late night skies as Na'moc gazed upon them. The zebra rested on the soft grass and felt the breeze of a cool summer night wash over his fur. He'd been half tempted to leave his loincloth at his hut, his home was not far and the night was only lit by the glow from above, but he didn't want to worry about it as he stretched his lean body and rested his head on his hands underneath.

"MMMPH!" Na'moc saw the hint of something over his head coming down on him before feeling rope tighten around his jaw and locking his face so he couldn't cry out. He tried to fling his arms and legs free, but they were quickly grabbed and he was thrown over onto his stomach. His arms were tied back, and his legs were bound to them before he could writhe free. "Mmm! Mmmm!" He cried out, but his voice barely escaped his throat. He felt his body hoisted up into the air, the comfy grass now below him, still illuminated by the glow from the sky but this time, his shadow laid over it as some mysterious attackers carried him away.

There was a rush of branches and leaves that washed across the zebra's fur as he found himself being taken into the forest. The ground below him had gotten dirty and muddy, then cleared again as they made their way over a small river at the edge of his peoples' lands. Whoever these kidnappers were, they definitely weren't from around here. He felt his neck bobbing his head up and down as he tried to look up, and tried to get who had the nerve enough to steal him away, but he couldn't lock eyes with his kidnappers.

Soon another glow could be seen out of the corner of Na'moc's eyes as he faded in and out of consciousness from being hung down like this. The glow began to get brighter and danced with an orange light around the floor under him; a large bonfire came painfully into view as the stake he was tied to suddenly found its way over it. "MMMM! MGHH!" The zebra screeched loudly as the flames began to lick at his fur and ignite the loincloth that dangled into it. He shook and tried to roll free, but it was no use, as the bouncing he was making only brought him closer to the flame. It grew steadily warmer and the zebra could feel his skin growing warmer, sweat started to pour off of him, he could see it dripping through his fur as he tried to force himself away.

"Release it!" A commanding voice rushed into Na'moc's ears as darkness wrapped around his consciousness and closed in.

Na'moc's eyes opened slowly, he could feel cool air on his body now as he realized he was lying under a wet blanket. The light that had burned his eyes was still there as a ghostly after-image, but he seemed to be alive. His body shivered a bit as he tried to move, he found now that only his mouth and his arms were tied. He huffed through his nose as he tried to turn over, only to lie on his elbows. Basically incapacitated be saw a pair of striped claws standing on the ground before him, which promptly kicked him back onto his back.

"This is insane. Spare him, you say? Our people must eat!" The voice was deep, snarling. Na'moc could look up now and saw a tiger over him. He was dressed in a reddish cloth that went over his crotch and down to his knees. Leather bracers were strapped to his wrists and his neck was covered with an assortment of tooth-lined necklaces. Even in the subtle lighting in the hut, he could make out the cat's piercing green eyes. "Answer me, Binor. Why did you spare him?"

Na'moc looked over his shoulder and spied a much larger cat seated on a hammock stretched between two pillars on the side of the room. He wore a beige leather loincloth and not much else. He had a thick leopard's tooth that hung out of his ear like an earring and a thick, discolored scar over one of his eyes that had sealed it shut before he looked at the tiger, he exhaled a puff of smoke from a pipe he had been using. "If you recall Zang, you killed our last servant and ate him. We need one to fill the vacancy, and this one is..." He looked at the zebra. "Acceptable."

"You and prey." The one called Zang sighed. "Am I not enough for you? For this village? Why do we need the help?"

"If you do not like my methods, then leave." He said before taking in a long slow drag from his pipe and letting the smoke escape his nostrils. "It is not my concern."

Angry, the tiger stormed out of the room through a white drape that led outside. After a few moments, the lion got to his feet and walked over toward Na'moc. Surprisingly gently, he hoisted the zebra to his feet and unbound his arms. On instinct, Na'moc reached for his face and the lion quickly swatted his hands away. "That will come off in time." He said. He sighed. "You will have to forgive Zang. He heartily dislikes prey species and would rather not have one as a servant." He noticed the zebra's wary glance, his grin broadened, his golden colored eye reflected in the light at that. "Oh yes, you are our servant now if you had not gathered." He said. "You may never see your family or home again, but I do hope that as time passes you consider this your home." He crossed his arms. "You will carry water here from the river every day without fail, you will clean, and cook, and fill our every need. Do you understand?" There was a pause, then the lion quickly grabbed the zebra's arm, wrenching it hard around toward his back and stretching his elbow to its limit. "I do not like to be violent, but I will if I must. Do. You. Understand me?"

Tears welled in Na'moc's eyes and he nodded adamantly until the lion released him. The pain stung for several moments. "You will make no mention of what happens in this hut, and I expect you to deliver both mine and Zang's requests promptly and without fail." He paced back and forth. "Any attempts to escape will be met with a rather severe punishment. Zang delivers this punishment and he can be fairly brutal. I would rather not see such a pretty face damaged." He said, thumbing the zebra's chin. He snorted a bit in amusement as Na'moc turned his face away slightly. "Also, you will bathe myself and Zang as we need, you will not ask questions should you have your muzzle removed, and your muzzle will not be removed until we can be assured of your trustworthiness with us." He turned again to face the zebra. "Until then, your real name does not exist and will be named "Chak". Na'moc recognized that word, it was leonine for 'Slave'. He frowned under the muzzle but nodded again when Binor asked him again if he understood. His demeanor lightened some and he smirked, his tail whipping behind him. "Good. Now, you will fetch our evening water with this." He said, handing the zebra a large wooden bucket. "The river is half a mile to the west, you will move quickly there and back. If you are not back by sunset, a hunting party will be sent out for you, and I cannot guarantee the condition in which you will be returned, but you will be returned."

As he left the hut, Na'moc staggered down the steps and looked around the village. A great deal of the villagers were moving back and forth. All of them were easily predator species, mostly lions and tigers intermixed. Obviously a clue as to why Binor and Zang were the chieftains. He looked toward the sun that loomed low in the sky, and could hardly believe he had been unconscious for an entire day. He put his fingers up to measure the distance of the sun to the horizon; three knuckles, which did not leave him much time to find the river. He moved swiftly down the main route and avoided the angered glances from the villagers who likely wanted to serve him up for dinner. His nervousness grew and he swallowed a thick lump in his throat by the time he had made it to the village's border. He turned his back to the sun and began to jog across the plains toward the east. As he looked around, he realized he could not make out any of the familiar landmarks surrounding him. The mountains were on the wrong side and had a different shape to them, the swamp and forest to the north were completely unfamiliar and smelled different, even the breeze coming from that direction felt different. If he were to try and run, he would likely become completely lost and get recaptured before he could even find his bearings. He knew he would have to go along with this for a while.

As he reached the river, the sound of its flow made him relieved. There was a river located near his home, but this one flowed in the completely wrong direction than that one, and he did not want to risk following it. He sighed, resolved and dipped the bucket into the flowing water, filling it up to the point where he could barely carry it due to the heft. He checked his knuckles against the sun again and realized there was almost a full knuckle left, he would have to make up time by jogging back. Before departing though, he spotted a small trove of yellow flowers at the edge of the river. He moved in closely for a quick inspection; Bentyl Root, it might prove useful for him, but he didn't have time to stop and pick them and he began to make his way back to the village.

"I can't believe you Binor!" Zang angrily shouted, his tail swishing in anger. "You allowed him to leave without an escort? What if he tries to escape? What if he tells others of this village? How can you be so blind and trusting!?"

"Hard not to be a little blind with one eye." Binor quipped with a sarcastic smirk. "Have you doubt in your hunters' ability to find a stray zebra on the plains? Have you let them become lazy, Zang?"

"Oh, we will find him. And when we do, we will deliver him to your feet battered and bruised, and I will take my hunting knife and--" He pulled the drape open that led outside and he stopped with a grunt as he saw Na'moc standing outside the door, readying to enter with a bucket of water. The zebra nearly stumbled backwards, and the tiger instinctively grabbed him by the arm and threw him into the hut. "Well. Nevermind."

"Ah, Chak, we were just talking about you. I trust you found the river alright?" Na'moc nodded and held out the bucket. "Very good, go and pour it into the pot by the fire and set it on top, we shall eat well tonight." He looked at Zang. "Will you be dining with me, Zang?"

Zang scoffed. "I will not be dining with that he said, nodding his head toward the zebra. "I will eat with the other hunters tonight." He said as he turned and left.

Binor sighed and looked at the zebra. "He has much to learn."

The meal was silent as Na'moc and Binor ate together, though Binor ate from a large plate, while the zebra ate from a bowl on the floor. He was allowed to use his hands, but he could do little more than slurp from the bowl with his tongue through the muzzle tied around his face. Not a word passed between them, only an off glance that Na'moc made as he sat beside the lion who had enslaved him. He knew he needed to find a way to get back at them on this, but he wasn't sure how.

It was dark in the hut, a little light provided by the fading fire when strange noises woke Na'moc from his sleep. He'd wrapped his cover around under himself to provide a little buffer between him and the floor but it was difficult for him to get comfortable. He'd opened his eyes and spotted a rather surprising sight:

It was a mesh of fur and muscle on the hammock at the other side of the room; Zang and Binor hadn't given any indication that they were such, but Zang rode the lion rather hard. Binor lay on his stomach, his thick cock poking through the netting under him, a pair of ripe, heavy orbs just behind it while Zang sat, half knelt behind him. The tiger had the lion's tail in his grasp and his other claw was gripping hard into Binor's tan hide. The pair of them were remarkably quiet, Na'moc hadn't even realized how hard he was staring until he felt his cock fall from his loincloth and he had to adjust to hide his arousal as best as he could.

"Nnngh... hrrrr...." Zang moaned softly, his claw shifting from Binor's tail and raking hard along the lion's back. Binor goaded the tiger on, reaching back and grasping the Zang's hind flanks and thrusting himself in time against the other male's forward moves.

Had their arguments before only been an act for Na'moc's sake? They breeded together like an old mated couple, this had certainly not been a spur of the moment romp. There was passion in their expressions a quiet lust they eagerly wanted to fill, beyond the gentle rattling of Zang's necklaces and their soft, guttural growls it had fallen completely silent in the room.

Finally, Zang bucked up hard. His body shook as he bottled up his climactic roar and emptied his contents into the lion. He continued to slide out and thrust in hard as Binor's breathing began to grow more erratic. He growled and put his face into the crook of his elbow as an expulsion of white shot from his cock and down onto the floor. The sound of the splashy impact echoed softly as Binor's shaft pulsed itself to silence again. The two of them grinned in the dark and kissed passionately. Na'moc pretended he was still asleep and rolled over onto his stomach, trying to put the image out of his mind.

"Wake up!" A forceful foot found its way into the small of Na'moc's back, making him yelp and jolt awake. He looked up to see Zang standing over him, holding a bucket under his arm. "You will fetch water for us to bathe." He said. "Seven of these buckets each should suffice." He said as he dropped it next to the zebra. It was a slightly bigger bucket than the one he had used last night, but not by much."

"Zang." Binor said sternly. "We have a bathing pond to use." He sighed, still naked, which immediately reminded Na'moc of the night before and he began to struggle with an arousal. "Come then." He said as he pulled his loincloth on over his crotch. "Chak, we will need water for lunch, if you would gather it and then join us by the pond afterward, that will be fine."

Na'moc nodded before standing up and taking the bucket. Zang growled and grabbed him by the muzzle. "And tell no one of what you saw last night, understand?" The zebra nodded and the tiger released him.

The trip to the river seemed faster this time, Na'moc wanted to hurriedly make his way there and back so he could gather what he needed. After filling the bucket, he found the bush for Bentyl Root. As he pulled the blooms, he pondered how he would give it to Zang and Binor; it was a potent agent that is meant to relax its imbibers with a strong muscle relaxant. It made them easily prone to giving in to suggestion and submission. That was all he would need, with that Na'moc could possibly escape if they didn't care so much about his escape.

He slipped the root into his loincloth as he gathered the bucket and started making his way back toward the village before he realized he didn't know where the pond was that the two chiefs would be bathing in. He made his way back to the village, scanning the directions as to some clue of where he was, or at least where this pond was and was nearly thrown off by a few of the village guards who glared at him as he returned. Making his way to the hut, he emptied the bucket into the large basin by the cooking stove and made his way back out, figuring it would be a good idea, he grabbed Binor's pipe as well. When he emerged, everyone pointed in a similar direction, as if telling the zebra where to go, but no one directly spoke to him, which made him feel a bit more uncomfortable than before. Heading past the chieftains' hut, he found a large body of water only a few hundred yards from the village's border, two figures sitting in the water made Na'moc's heart quicken as he approached them.

"Have you delivered the water?" Binor asked, looking particularly eloquent as he sat in a pool of water that barely covered his lower section, laid back, he was resting on his elbows and soaking up most of the sun, while Zang sat almost completely submerged in the water, cupping hands full of it and washing his face off, rubbing his ear with his small claw and not even acknowledging the zebra's presence. Na'moc nodded and then produced the pipe, which instantly lit up the lion's face. "Oh, and you delivered my pipe." He said cheerily. "Very good, Chak. Do me a favor; there is a pouch of incendiary tobacco in it. Just pinch it between your fingers as you scatter it into the pipe and it should start smoldering."

This was his chance; Na'moc quickly bent over sideways and extracted the roots he'd taken, keeping them hidden until the tobacco was in his fingers, as he ground them together, a familiar smell made him hold his breath; this would affect anyone that smelled it. Zang was close enough as well, he should be affected like the lion. As he finished loading the powder, a soft wisp of white smoke began to rise from the pipe and he handed it to the lion, who happily took a puff, then let the smoke curl from his nostrils. "Mmmhmmph." He made a noise before tweaking the end of his nose like it began to itch. "Potent today." He said before turning a smirk to the zebra. "Tell me, Chak. What inspired you to bring this to me?"

All Na'moc could do was shrug, and it inspired the lion to withdraw the muzzle. The freedom of his jaw caused the zebra to wince and feel the freedom of his maw. "I--I knew you enjoyed it." He said. "And thought you would enjoy it while you relax."

"You make a good pet." The lion said, holding the pipe in his teeth as he took another slow whiff of it. "Don't you think, Zang?" There was silence from the tiger, and Binor returned his attention to the zebra. "So tell me, do you prefer to be Chak? What is your real name, boy?"

"Na'moc." He answered, he could easily tell that the lion's demeanor was already growing more relaxed now, the smoke was making its way throughout the area a slight haze was already falling over Zang and the pool he was laying in, but his ears merely twitched in response to it. "That is my name."

"A good name." Binor said with a chuckle. "But you will always be our 'Chak'." He answered.

"He is not my anything." Zang said sternly. "I do not associate with prey."

"Zang, surely you can admit that he is a help to us." Binor said.

"I only see a zebra who would get in the way." His eye twitched as he moved closer, the haze of smoke around his face apparent as he sniffed the air. "Do you... smell something?"

"I do not." Na'moc said innocently as he looked between the two. Binor seemed frozen, almost lost in thought, while Zang glanced around, nervously looking in each direction. He looked at the lion. "Binor." He said sternly, and the lion looked at him. "I do not want to be called Chak anymore, I do not want to be insinuated as your slave boy or errand boy, I want to be recognized as an individual." He looked at Zang, who glanced up. "And Zang, I want to be treated as an equal to you both, in every aspect of your tribe."

"B-but..." Zang started.

"There is no debate about this; if I am not admitted as an equal partner in this, then I want to be allowed to leave, without fear of being hunted down." He looked back at Binor. "Unless you can work this out?"

"I... believe we can." Binor said cautiously, holding the pipe in his teeth and smiling. "What is your first order of business then?"

Na'moc grinned a bit. "So... am I right that you always submit to Zang in the night?"

Binor's ears flicked, his fur hiding a blush. "W-what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well my first order of business is to give that a little change. Zang, come out of the water."

"I don't... have to listen to you." Zang said.

"Yes, you do." Na'moc answered sharply, his heart racing that these roots had not taken complete effect yet. "Now get out of the water."

Zang hesitated for a moment before crawling out of the water and onto the grassy border. He sat up on his knees, naked. His length of flesh bobbing half erect as he did so. His thick, hard muscled figure like something carved out of a striped mountain, though he still paled at the depth and definition that Binor portrayed. The lion's cock immediately sprang to life as he observed the tiger. Na'moc moved along side the lion and brazenly ran his fingers along his thick arm, licking the cat's neck who purred at the impulse of arousal. "Now go to him, make a show out of it for me. Taste him in all the ways you've wanted to."

Binor got up as Na'moc sat on the ground next to Binor's pool and he watched.

At first, Zang tried to struggle against the lion, but Binor's more assertive nature took over. He growled and turned the tiger onto his side and onto his stomach, hoisting his ass back into the air. His tongue took a stroll along the backside of the tiger, meshing with his stripes as they pushed together and spread apart with his influence. Zang's body seized up in surprise that the lion was doing this, but he quickly settled into it and moaned softly as he let Binor take advantage of him. As the rough feline tongue lapped at the rim of Zang's pucker though, his body tightened up again and he winced at the surface moving over his sensitive flesh. Na'moc reveled in this though, as he watched every flex of Binor's muscles to keep his partner from moving, his fingers gradually pushed the flesh apart, Zang's tail curled limply down his right side and Binor began to more brazenly push against the ring, penetrating his pucker with his tongue, then using his finger to help stretch out the muscles. Zang rested on his arms, burying his head against them as he let the lion eat out his ass, deeper and deeper with each tonguing. The tiger yowled a bit and growled as his precum began to drip from the tip of his member and into the ground under him. Na'moc was hard as a rock, his thick long cock had fallen out of his loincloth and was raised like a pole between his legs. He added the remainder of the root to Binor's still-smoldering pipe that he'd set aside, just as an extra measure to keep them under his control. As the smoke hazed them over just a bit more, he watched as Zang let out a moaning growl, his claws dragging along the ground, leaving deep marks as he stood more on his hands and knees this time, arching his back to keep Binor's muzzle in it.

At last, Na'moc could hardly stand it anymore he stood up and approached Zang, slipping his loincloth off completely as he moved in front of him. Zang winced a moment as he observed the zebra's ass in his face, but he was compelled to do something about it. Grabbing the black and white stripes he hungrily pressed his lips, then his tongue straight against Na'moc's pucker and began to drag it up and down the crack, occasionally pressing against the ring with his rough tongue. It was a new experience for the zebra, but he could enjoyed the rough tongue as it pushed inward and pressed against his prostate. Zang growled and pushed more desperately against the zebra's ass, panting loudly as his tongue pushed further in each time. "Mmm... not bad for a zebra eh?" Na'moc teased slightly as he sat himself a bit down onto the tiger's muzzle. Binor was paying little attention to this beyond a long gaze of amusement. The zebra began to stroke his shaft, his tail swished against the top of Zang's head, and still he pushed himself harder against the tiger's tongue and lips, partly squshing his muzzle back against his face even more. "Mmm... very good, Zang." Na'moc moaned as he looked back and saw Binor getting heavily into the moment. "I think it's time for us to move to the next step then." He stood, his ass leaving the tiger's tongue as it tried to hook him back. "Switch places with me Binor, I'm going to give him a real taste of zebra flesh." He said with a smile.

Binor obediently backed away from Zang's ass and switched places. His thick leonine cock ran along Zang's wanting mouth and the tiger pulled it into his mouth, taking it completely down to the hilt as he began to suck on it. Na'moc pulled up on the tiger's hips and pressed his thick, onyx colored cock against the tiger's stretched hole. He pushed the tip in, but he could already feel it tightening around his flesh. "MMmmghhhh!" Zang let out a muffled cry as the zebra penetrated him hard. The tiger's muscles all displayed themselves at once as the zebra mounted him straight to his balls, which bounced against the tiger's own orbs violently before he pulled himself back out. Na'moc wasn't much the type to brag, but he did have a considerable length to him; a very horse-like shaft in its length, but very human-like in appearance. "Hnnn.... yessss..." Na'moc let out a slow hiss between his teeth. "Yesss..."

Zang couldn't speak, he only muffled and gulped as an indication to how much he was taking. His lips tightened around Binor's cock and his tongue grew more erratic along the lion flesh.

"Rrrrr... here it... comes..." Binor growled low, then let out a triumphant roar that startled both Zang and Na'moc a bit. Zang jerked back as a heavy load of cum shot into his throat before the lion pulled his shaft out and let loose several volleys across his face.

The musk suddenly flooding Zang's senses must have sent him into overload as well. He roared and suddenly tensed up as he came, vibrating against Na'moc's shaft as the ring tightened around it, goading it into release as well.

"Oh yes... yes... come here Binor." The zebra whimpered, so close to the edge now before he suddenly let out a gasping, strained cry and he began to drain his seed into Zang's ass. Finally pulling himself free, he too gave Binor a strike or three of cum across his face as he obediently began to lick it up. Both his face and Zang's striped ass were coated in a heavy layer of zebra cum before he finally settled down and stopped cumming, letting trails of it drain down both Zang's thighs and Binor's face while both continued to lap it up. "Oh... yes." He moaned at last. "That was quite nice."

Binor and Zang looked at each other, then back to Na'moc. "I do hope you enjoyed yourself." Binor said, returning to his pleasant, albeit submissive smile.

"Oh, indeed." He grinned.

"So... what do we do now, sir?"

Na'moc was surprised that the effects of the root seemed to stay on the two of them. "Well, I think a few things would need to change in order for me to stay with your tribe... our tribe..." He said with a grin.

That night began a new policy for the tribe of lions and tigers, publically, Na'moc would act as a missionary to pass the decrees of the two chieftains to them. This included a tolerance of prey species, and a social inclusion of Na'moc as one of them. In private, he, Binor and Zang maintained their twisted and perverted relationship under Na'moc's control. None were the wiser, and those that somehow discovered this, were soon introduced to the Byntel root as well.

THE END