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Chapter Four

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Ace revelled in the party. Held outside – why not with such divine weather? – all was set up exactly as she wanted it to be. The courtyard had been set up for both feasting and dancing with live music and an array of fresh meat that could not be rivalled. As discussed with Delilah, she had several males up on tables, bound and presented, for predators to enjoy, while others dangled from artificial Acacia trees to be either plucked whole for the taking or nibbled at one’s leisure. Pots of simmering meat rested over heated plates, tended to by her staff, for those who preferred a little more to their meals and, by her reckoning, they were going down a treat. Of course they would – her parties were always a success.

Taking a break beside a fountain sparkling with lights, Ace watched with a shiver as a human female reached out to one of the boys turning on the spit, pulling a piece of roasted meat from his picked over body as he cooked. They giggled as the boy twitched, eyes closed and unconscious to the last shreds of his fate while his body responded. Other boys rotating on the spits were still awake, pain shining in their eyes as they bore the heat and slow, inevitable death. There was no use fighting: it was time for them to fulfil their purpose as prey.

Ace nodded to a staff member and took a sip from a glass of wine clutched in one paw, hardly aware of the glances directed her way. Clad in a floor-length crimson dress, it was not standard Savannah attire but it clung to her form and the backless garment showed off every line of muscle her fit form boasted. She could never wear sleeved dresses, lest she strain the sleeves, though it was a small sacrifice to make for health and the way her coat gleamed in the lighting that was strung overhead, lit to flatter the guests. She could not fault herself for observing and took her time in a personal lull where she did not need to greet guests or ensure that everything was running smoothly. It was pleasing to watch the predators enjoying.

An anaconda tilted her head to the side as she contemplated a row of fresh males tethered to a hitching post, loose rope collars around their necks. She considered her choices, black tongue flicking in and out as she scented them, before snatching a slim, younger male from the line-up with the lightning strike of a serpent. Unhinging her jaws, she engulfed his head and tossed him up in the air to aid his passage down into her belly, throat working to push him down her gullet. She rested a scaled hand – so much controversy over whether her manner of serpent boasted hands or paws! – on the hitching post to steady herself, easing the twitching, juddering boy down and down and down. His cock hardened as his air supply was cut off and she struggled with the awkward stretch, fingers curling around the post and finally hissing lowly as the treat slipped into her throat and passed the point of no return.

The highlight of the event, however were the ‘free roaming’ males that Ace had set loose in the meadows she was not currently using. There, predators were free to hunt down their prey, hind paws and hearts pounding as they closed in on a fleeing boy, thousands of years of instinct bidding him to run, to flee for his life. She had noticed the lions, cheetahs and even a golden eagle made a beeline for that part of the event; it was in their blood to lust after live prey so it was no true surprise. In the distance, Ace heard the cackle of a hyena as he took down his prey, though there was not a single scream from the boy that she could discern.

The buzz of wine and the party made Ace light headed and she touched a paw to her forehead, finding herself a bit warm. Her staff could handle the party – it was time for a short break from the throng if she wanted to retain her sanity and recharge.

Making her way through the crowd, she nodded and smiled to a fair of anthro lionesses sharing a boy between them on one of the feeding tables. His cock was bound at the base so that he was forced to remain erect as they fed, teasing him and making him guess which cut of meat they would take from him next, whether from thigh, rump, belly or genitalia. His balls were already gone, down the throat of a lioness, and a coyote hovered further back, waiting for the dominant predators to eat their fill before moving in for less delectable scraps. Every species had their preference and he would rather a lioness end the life of his meal before he moved in.

Spotting the boy and his darting eyes, a young woman giggled, a friend of the lionesses by how she spoke to them, gesturing as if to tell a story. In the midst of conversation, she leaned forward and whispered in the boy’s ear, using words instead of the claws of the lionesses to tease him further, a depraved streak. As Ace moved on, the woman casually tore a strip of meat from a ragged slice in his thigh and swallowed it whole.

Ace skirted the edge of the party and made her way to the main meadow where her boys wandered at night, guided by the sheepdogs. Even in the dark, she could see them on their hands and knees, teeth chomping at the long grass and bushes, canines stalking the perimeter with a watchful eye. Night was one of the most dangerous times on the Savannah, though Ace was confident that the sheepdogs would alert her to the first signs of danger if her perimeter fencing did not do the trick of keeping feral predators and scavengers away.

Leaning over the fence, Ace listened to the drifting sounds of the party, head clearing as much as it could under the influence of a drink, or two, or three. A light breeze, cool in the chill of the night, swept over the meadow, ruffling the grass into waves, and she sighed. As she flicked her tail, keeping away imaginary flies, everything in her world settled into place, exactly as it should be. There was only one problem with the current scenario: she was not alone.

Ace sensed the presence of others in the dark, a scuffling of clothes and fur over grass, though when she turned she could see no one outside the ring of light that was the party. How peculiar. Resting one arm on the fence, she breathed deeply, listening for the brush of noise that had alerted her. She could not have imagined it, she was sure.

A moan? Her ears pricked. It would not have been the first time she had caught furs and ladies having sex at one of her events, but she preferred to direct them to secluded areas where they could enjoy each other’s company. Her parties were for feasting, not for orgies, after all.

Ace smirked and thanked any listening gods that she had set up the lanterns at regular intervals along the meadow fence line – it helped keep away unwanted visitors from time to time. All she had to do was ease her way down the fence, hooves silent upon grass and dirt, until her fingers brushed the smooth metal of one, slipping inside in preparation to turn it on.

Five...four...three, she counted down. Two...one!

“What’s going on here?” She said, flipping on the lantern.

Her lips parted in a grin, wondering just who she had caught, when every shade of humour disappeared from her muzzle. Ace’s jaw dropped. It would have been comical if anyone could have seen her but those she surprised were just as startled by her appearance as she was by them.

A black panther blinked up in the sudden light, pupils adjusting to the glow, naked from the waist down on top of what could only be one of Ace’s boys, his cock rammed inside her pussy to the hilt. Her eyes went as wide as the moon above as they met Ace’s and the mare took in every inch of the scene, arousal flaring as if she had been in a pitch black room and switched on the light. It was not an inaccurate simile but she had no time to ponder words at the present moment. The boy trapped between the panther’s thighs whimpered and gyrated his hips, coaxing a moan from the panther’s lips as she looked down at him, claws raking over his chest to draw four lines of blood, pearling in the light.

Ace’s jaw worked, not forming coherent words but rather a splutter of shock. Another female fucking a human boy? It was unheard of! It was wrong! It was taboo! It was not done! Yet she did it and she knew it was taboo, she knew that it was frowned upon. So why was this panther using one of her livestock boys for sex at her party?

Were there more like her?

The panther looked up guiltily, raising and lowering her hips to rock upon the boy’s fat cock, as plump as any of the others Ace bred. Apart from her expression, there was no sense of shame in her posture and she arched as his cock hit her G-spot, yowling as quietly as she was able with an audience two paces away.

“You can have him when I’m done, if you like,” she chuckled, abashed yet still able to joke about her situation. “You don’t seem to be able to tear your eyes...ah...away.”

Ace clasped her paws to her chest, legs trembling with such force that she feared she would tumble over. Turning her attention back to her boy, the panther bared her teeth at him and rode him furiously, bucking upon his cock as if it was the last fuck she would ever have. Ace had no doubt that the boy’s cock rammed into her cervix with every downward thrust of her hips and Ace groaned quietly. She knew how that felt. If the hem of her dress had not fallen to ground level, her paw would have been working rapidly between her thighs.

Climaxing with a feline shriek that Ace hoped was mistaken for one of the predators in the feeding meadow, the panther thrust her heaving bosom forward and drenched the boy’s crotch in her juices. Ace bit her lower lip, focusing on the edge of pain to stay in touch with her senses. She had never seen another female orgasm so hard upon a male’s cock, not even in porn. She had never seen another female with a livestock boy.

Spent as any female after orgasm, the panther glanced up at Ace, lips curling into a satisfied grin as she saw her host still watching. The scent of equine arousal was unmistakeable in the air and Ace met her eyes with a light whinny of longing. She did not know what exactly was going on in the grand scheme with this panther and this boy, but Ace would find out, no question about it.

The equine nickered and extended her paw to the panting panther to assist her to her hind paws, a fellow comrade in the twists of depravity.

“I thought I was the only one.”