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I've been away far too long. Here I present a story about a cute cheetah who absolutely has nothing awful happen to her whatsoever.

WARNING: This story is entirely about the cute cheetah protagonist being gang-raped and possibly unwillingly impregnated. There is no happy ending.

It had been nearly a full day since Mia had set out on her first solo hunt, but finally her efforts had borne fruit. As befitted a young cheetah just entering the prime of her life, Mia had been taught the art of hunting from ambush; methodically stalking prey from cover before springing out and felling her quarry with a spear.

She'd never been especially good at the spearing part, even if she was competent enough at tracking and running and all the rest; but now, finally, she had felled an antelope.

It was a scrawny, fairly old animal, its dusty hide patchy and worn through with scars from a long life on the savannah, but its meat would be good enough. Hunting was a tricky pursuit and not everyone felled something on their first try. To be one of the ones that did put a warm sort of pride in the bottom of Mia's stomach, and she couldn't help but do a celebratory little spin that sent her loincloth flaring off to the side.

That was alright though, for she was out on the high savannah, well away from…

A flash of movement caught the corner of her eye and Mia spun around just in time to see a trio of casual figures slip effortlessly from out of the shade of a stand of acacias, where they had presumably just watched the conclusion to her hunt,

For a moment Mia thought they might be feral beasts, fleeing cover in order to put some distance between themselves and her, but that notion was proved wrong as soon as they left the shadows. She was looking at a trio of male lions that, like her, walked on two legs.

It wasn't uncommon to encounter lions out on the savannah, so Mia had heard at least, and the advice that had come from her elders was to stand firm and establish terms before anything else. Usually lions wanted tribute, a portion of a hunt.

These lions looked large and well fed, muscles rippling beneath their short fur. They were walking in more or less a straight line, and Mia could hear them chatting casually with each other as they walked. The lion in the center, ochre furred and with a scar across the left side of his muzzle, looked to be the leader. Flanking him was a white furred lion and then a golden furred youth who still looked to be growing into his mane. He was perhaps her age, Mia thought distractedly, just entering the first hesitant stages of adulthood.

As they drew closer, moving at an unhurried pace, Mia shifted slightly in place, realizing for the first time just how large they were. Mia herself was small even for a cheetah and could just about touch five feet flat if she stood on the tips of her toes. The young lion, who was perhaps a foot or so shorter than his companions, was easily a head taller than her, and much broader in build.

Despite herself, despite the advice that she'd received, Mia began to shift her weight anxiously from foot to foot, gripping her spear extra tight. The obsidian head was still wet with blood and she quietly hoped the lions wouldn't interpret that as a threat.

But at they drew within speaking range the lions's casual disposition did not change. It was only when they were within twenty feet that the ochre lion even seemed to take notice of her, fixing Mia with a light, casual gaze. His eyes were amber and curiously flat, as though the world held no surprises anymore.

“You're a long way from home, spots." He said, the edges of a smile flickering across his face. Mia decided that she did not like that smile one bit but still stood firm, just as she knew she was supposed to. It occurred to her that she could probably cut a haunch free and be into a sprint before the lions could reach her, but the thought of abandoning nearly an entire antelope to a pack of lousy lions was enough to put a hot burn of humiliation into the bottom of her stomach.

She'd worked too hard to give up practically all of her kill.

“Um…yes," she managed, sounding quite a bit less formidable than she'd intended. “I had to stalk this one for a while."

The ochre lion cocked his head slightly.

“A while," he echoed. “All the way onto our territory."

Mia blinked and took an uncertain glance around herself, noting the local landmarks. She didn't think what the lion was saying was right, for the big prides all congregated well to the south, another half day's walk. She'd gone quite a ways off the beaten path, but certainly not that far. …Right?

“Oh, um…" She stammered, trying to remember what she was supposed to do next. Was this the part where she laid out terms?

The ochre lion smiled humorlessly. His fellows had stepped away from him and slightly off to their respective sides, turning a slow arc around her. It was only after they'd gone a few paces that Mia realized they were beginning to flank her. She took a slow, careful step towards the fallen antelope, a prickle of unease roiling within her.

“You're gonna need to do something to make up for this," the ochre lion continued. “I can't just let outsiders come and bleed me dry."

“I didn't…" It took Mia a moment to find her words. “I didn't know I was on your territory, if you'd like to take some of this antelope, then—"

Her attempt to negotiate seemed to amuse the ochre lion and when he grinned next it was a great wide gesture that showed all of his teeth. Mia took another step back, bumping one heel into the antelope's bloodied flank.

“I don't think you get the idea, girl." The white lion said, and when Mia glanced over to where he had stalked worryingly far to her immediate left, she saw that he had dropped one paw to the groin of his loincloth and was squeezing an intimidatingly solid bulge there.

A jolt of horrified alarm ran through her like a lightning bolt and Mia scrambled hard to the right before realizing that the young lion was almost on top of her. They were lunging, she saw, closing the trap almost before she'd fully realized what was going on, each lion incredibly fast for being so big.

Still, she nearly made it. Mia sprang to the left, changing directions as only a cheetah could, toes digging into the soil as she swung her spear in a hard flat arc at the white lion, intending to knock him off balance. But he'd surged far enough forward that he caught the shaft across his ribs like it was nothing, then grabbed her by the wrist and was pulling her back.

Mia lost grip on her spear and it bounced away, cartwheeling end over end to be lost in the grass. She'd nearly been yanked off of her feet by the shock of the white lion's grip and leaned back to snap at him, her jaws closing on his forearm. The lion's fur was dense and his skin tough, but the needle sharp tips of her teeth still punched through and she tasted a salty bloom of blood.

But rather than letting go or even yelping, the white lion only grimaced and then had her by the throat. The suddenness with which her air was cut off took Mia entirely by surprise and she kicked wildly, panic shooting through her as she thrashed in the white lion's grip, her mouth opening wide. She kicked against his legs, scratching at his shins, but again the lion barely reacted, only forced her onto her back, slamming her hard into the ground. Mia wheezed, the wind knocked out of her, every nerve in her chest singing at once, any and all resistance entirely short circuited. She squirmed weakly, paws finding the white lion's wrist, but he only tightened his grip.

Mia's mouth fell open and her eyes went wide, tail thrashing desperately as she kicked impotently against the ground. Already there were black spots proliferating at the corners of her vision, a hard edged numbness putting prickles across her face. And beneath it all lurked a bottomless terror that made her wish she had the air to scream.

“Enough." The ochre lion said, materializing over his fellow's shoulder.

The white lion glanced up, scowling.

“She bit me." He growled, holding his wounded arm stiffly up. However, the curved row of crimson pinpricks that stained his fur did not seem to impress the ochre lion, who scoffed.

“Enough," he repeated, a new firmness to the order. “She's ours."

The white lion said nothing but nonetheless obeyed, loosening his grip enough to disappear the spots and the awful numbness. Sensation flooded back, conscious thought returned and even as Mia gagged and coughed, trying to get her breath back, she knew that her troubles were only beginning. She was well and fully surrounded now, escape impossible.

An image returned, the white lion massaging his groin, a terrible promise of what they intended to do to her.

Mia tried to kick but the ochre lion caught her legs and pulled them straight, the young lion racing to grab her arms, yanking them over her head. His grip on her wrists was vice tight and Mia tried to shriek, only to have the white lion squeeze at her throat, just enough to cut the noise off. There was a satisfied little smile lurking at the corner of his mouth, a sadistic desire to do pain becoming fully apparent.

There were tears leaking from the corners of Mia's eyes, a great tremulous panic fogging the corners of her vision, just barely held back from consuming the world. Her heart, already racing, had begun to hammer so fast she half expected it to simply seize and give up, overwhelmed by the horror of the situation.

Gripping her legs, his paws moving roughly up her thighs, the ochre lion forced Mia's legs slowly open. She resisted as hard as she could, pouring forth every bit of energy into each fiber of muscle she could call upon. But though she made the lion struggle a little bit, for she really was quite strong for such a small cheetah, her assailant's superior strength proved decisive.

“We just want a little fun, then we'll let you go," the ochre lion said, as though this were the most reasonable request in the world. “The less you resist, the less we hurt you. Are you gonna be a good girl, spots?" The casual use of a pet name in the midst of such a horrific situation nearly made Mia scream, but she forced herself to stay quiet, to shake her head as best she could with a paw at her throat.

“Please don't do this." She begged, but the words were fogged with tears and barely sounded like anything. The ochre lion only laughed and when Mia tried to scream the white lion again cut the noise off without ceremony, enjoying the quieter aspects of her distress.

Thoroughly pinned and absolutely silenced, Mia lay helplessly as the ochre lion ripped her loincloth away, revealing the whole of her sleek, leanly muscled body. A swell of humiliated panic forced tears from her eyes and Mia began to sob, shaking like a leaf as she tried to tuck her tail between her legs, anything to hide the place where her slit, tiny and pink and entirely unused, lay framed by a soft coat of velvety white fur.

The lions had stripped as well, their girthy feline lengths exposed to the warm late afternoon air, pink and lined with rows of sharp barbs. Of them the ochre lion was the largest, but his fellows weren't far behind, cocks throbbing eagerly as they looked over their trembling prey.

Again Mia tried to squirm and buck, but there was only so much she could do with her arms pinned and her legs pressed open and vulnerable, exposed to all the world. The ochre lion laughed and then leaned forward, forcing himself between her thighs, cock stabbing into the fur just above Mia's pussy as he tried to find his mark. It was burningly hot and already slick with pre, Mia mewing with terror as the lion readjusted, leaning in close to savor her fear as he pushed into her with a grunt, the pointed tip of his tapered feline cock despoiling her sex.

“What a tight little cunt." The ochre lion breathed, and Mia cried out as his barbs, needle sharp and numerous, raked the sensitive walls of her tender, nearly virgin slit. Horror and shame boiled within her as the lion pushed his length fully into her trembling body, the stab and girth of his cock putting red hot sparkles of agony between her legs.

Now, even if she had been trying to hold back tears, Mia doubted that she'd have been able to. The young lion had transferred his grip on her arms to one paw, using the other to stroke his cock, and Mia trembled as fractured thoughts rolled across the length of her pain soaked mind, wondering how the other lions would choose to humiliate her.

She was not so naive as to have no idea of what cruel men often did to women, but this was so much worse than she could have possibly imagined. The ochre lion was crushing her, his weight huge and insistent, forcing her legs so far apart that she felt as though she'd be split in two. And still he thrust ever harder, grunting and panting with open delight, his breath hot and eager against the side of her neck. His mane was pressed into her face and Mia snuffled helplessly into it, her breathing further compromised. The little black spots had returned to the corners of her vision and she found herself hoping on some distant level that she would simply lose consciousness until the whole terrible ordeal was over with.

It took her a moment to realize that the other lions had let go of her and moved slightly back so as to give their fellow free reign to abuse her as he saw fit. But though her arms were free and she no longer had a paw gripping her throat, it made no difference. She was just as easily subjugated by one as she was by three. Slowly, she curled her sore arms up against her chest…or tried at least, the ochre lion was pressed so hard against her that she could barely draw even the ghost of a breath.

She felt pain even beyond the pain, a sensation not strictly physical. Then her rapist was gripping her muzzle, forcing her head back to expose her throat as he laid a rough kiss upon the vulnerable fur there.

His thrusts were growing quicker and Mia could feel hot spurts of pre lancing into her, slicking the walls of her abused pussy, easing the lion's abuse even as he neared his climax.

He showed no signs of pausing to pull out and it suddenly occurred to Mia that he probably wouldn't. She'd heard once that lions were unusually potent and suddenly that rumor seemed to take on all the authenticity of undisputed fact, Mia's panic surging once more. Her tail spasmed uselessly where it was trapped against the ground and a high, keening whimper leaked from her forcefully closed muzzle.

It was one thing to be sullied like this, quite another to be bred, filled with a rapist's litter. If she were impregnated, especially in such a shameful way, then she'd be unable to hunt. Unable to do much of anything besides sit and think about the ugly circumstances again and again…

“Please! Not inside! Not inside!" She tried to say, but of course the ochre lion's paw was tight on her muzzle and the desperate, frightened plea was blurred into meaningless noise. But that didn't stop her from whimpering, all but babbling as she begged for the lion not to do what she knew he was about to.

But her rapist's hips were grinding against hers and he closed his jaws roughly around her throat, the tips of his teeth prickling through fur and stinging skin, an eager puff of hot breath making clear his ecstasy as he came, pumping a tide of potent feline seed into Mia's unwilling womb.

To her the lion's load felt massive, sticky spurts of hot cum reigniting every little hurt his barbed cock had done to her, the ugly potential of his seed filling her so thoroughly that she could feel rivulets of the stuff drooling from around the girth of his throbbing cock, pooling at the base of her tail.

the ochre lion thrust into her a half dozen more times, hard enough to rock Mia's trembling body in place. A throaty growl leaked from between her rapist's teeth as he savored the afterglow of his conquest, ensuring that he was totally sated.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the weight of her assailant was gone, Mia dragging in a hiccupy little breath, mind and body boiling over with shame and pain, a white hot ache throbbing between her legs.

She felt broken. Used. Soiled. As though even if she ran as far away from this as she possibly could, it would still be right there, inside of her.

A sob wracked her body, making her shiver. It hurt to cry, but it hurt even worse not to. The ochre lion sat back, casually wiping his cock clean on the inside of her left thigh.

“Wish I could say the hard part's over with," he said cheerfully, a carefully calculated sort of cruelty lurking behind each word. “But…you got a lot more fucking to do before we're done."

Mia tried to curl up but the other two lions were upon her before she could. In an instant she was forced onto her front, muzzle pressed into the grass as the white lion hoisted her hips into the air, making her present to him. She tried to gather the urge to kick him, but though the desire existed, she was simply too shaky and hurt to manage anything more than a vague little twitch that the white lion easily overpowered.

Pinning her tail back with one paw, he pressed the length of his cock into the soft fur as its base, grinding against Mia's firm, tightly toned rump. Mia groaned but had no chance to focus on this new outrage, for the young lion grabbed hold of her left ear and forced her up onto her paw and knees, cock pressing insistently against the side of her muzzle. He was on his knees before her, paws framing her head, already breathing hard with doubtlessly pent up desire.

Hunching down, Mia clamped her jaws shut but the young lion simply twisted her ear until she yelped, then thrust impatiently forward, spearing his thick cock into the back of her throat, heavy balls pressed against her chin.

Mia gagged, a nauseous shock rolling through her, but she could not recoil for the white lion was immovable behind her, a pair of his fingers, slick with saliva, pressing against the vulnerable pink pucker of her tailhole.

Out of the corner of one eye, through veils of horrified tears, Mia could see the ochre lion reclining, enjoying the show.

“How's her mouth?" He asked.

“Oh fuck…" The young lion huffed in response, hips bucking wildly. His cock, already slick and salty with pre, jerked hard and suddenly he was fountaining hot spurts of bitter feline cum into the back of Mia's throat, all but forcing her to swallow in order to avoid being suffocated. She gulped with a sick shudder, horrified to be in such a position as the young lion humped jaggedly against her face, overcome by the suddenness of his rather premature climax.

Mia shut her eyes, thick streamers of white cum drooling from the corners of her mouth, but still couldn't ignore the dull shock of pain that came as the white lion pushed his fingers into her tail hole, the motion rough and fast.

She tried to cry out, to protest, but again her muzzle was blocked, the young lion sagging against her, panting.

“Already?" The ochre lion asked with a derisive snicker, and the young lion stiffened, distinctly embarrassed. Shaking his head, he withdrew his leaking cock with a wet pop and let Mia's head go, leaving her front half to slump into the grass.

It occurred to her that at very least she could breathe properly once again, but that hardly seemed important when compared to what was happening behind her.

“Don't…" She managed to groan, but the lone word came so incoherently that it might as well have meant nothing at all.

In any case, it didn't matter. Clear or not, the lions were not going to listen to her. They were in control.

She felt sick.

The white lion shoved his fingers into her as far as they would go, far enough to elicit a pained yelp that seemed only to further encourage his attentions. When at last his fingers slid out of her, Mia felt a sudden stinging coldness as her rapist lined his cock up with her last virgin hole.

She shut her eyes and balled her fists, for what little that could do to help, then the white lion was pushing in with deliberate, sadistic slowness, savoring the little cries and whimpers that came as he hurt her. Spurts of hot pre stained her insides with each spasm and involuntary contraction of tight muscles that rippled along the length of his cock.

Leaning forward, he hilted his entire thick length into her, hard enough to drive Mia's knees momentarily off the ground. Hard enough that she wheezed as the breath was knocked out of her. She was sobbing again, near silently as she tried to endure this latest act of humiliation. But again the panic and shame were surging, the knowledge that nothing would ever be the same again now that this had happened.

Not so long ago she'd been celebrating the end of a successful hunt. Now a lion's seed burned in her womb. Her mouth had been used for some runt's pleasure. Even her tail hole was being mercilessly rutted by a brutal, grunting beast.

It took a long time for the white lion to cum, and when he did he came inside of her, letting his load aggravate the many tiny stings and aches that his barbs had worn into the bruised, sore hole he's just finished violating. He laughed when he let her go and saw her collapse into a shivering, ruined pile on the ground, any coherent thought, any resistance entirely extinguished.

The lions seemed more relaxed now, some of the tension gone from their movements. They'd beaten her. Used her.

But it still wasn't over. The young lion, who'd watched keenly as she was railed and despoiled yet again, pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, his cock once again ready and twitching, still wet with pre.

Mia tried to say something, a plea for him to stop perhaps, but already the young lion was pushing into her sore, cum streaked pussy, his entrance slick and remarkably easy. Still, his barbs stung and raked relentlessly against her as he thrust, Mia trembling with quiet agony as she was violated yet again.

The young lion huffed as he humped her, pumping his cock furiously into her slick cunt, eager spurts of youthful pre jetting into her womb, preparing a path for what was sure to follow.

“You can fuck a cheetah all you want, she'll always be tight." The ochre lion said approvingly, but Mia could only shudder at his words.

“Gonna fill you up," the young lion panted, eyes bright with lust as he savored the silken heat of her vice tight sex. “Gonna give you a litter."

Mia gritted her teeth, a desperate plea rising to her lips, but the young lion was already gasping, his face buried between the subtle swells of her tiny breasts as his second climax hit. He bucked between her legs, eager spurts of cum dousing her womb for a second time. Even though he'd already cum once, his load still felt alarmingly large, hot and thick, like it could never be fully washed away.

There was an eagerness to the way he embraced it too; the quick, happy panting as he drained his balls into her, the enthusiastic pumps of his hips and the way his arms tightened around her, holding her close.

He wanted to breed her, and in a way that went beyond simply humiliation. He wanted her to know that she had been forever altered, and by him.

A great dark tide of something close to despair fell over Mia like a curtain, too heavy to resist, and for a while she was distant from the world, mercifully removed from the way the lions continued to toy with her.

She watched as though from a distance as the ochre lion made her service him with her mouth, and only distantly felt the sticky warmth of his seed when he came across her face, marking the yellow and black fur there with thick ropes of feline cum.

“Don't wipe it off," he warned when she grimaced. “That's your worth now, slut."

The evening took a strangely casual bent from there on, the lions dressing her kill and preparing to take the whole thing as their own. Though it shouldn't have even compared next to everything else that had been done with her, Mia still felt a slow, helpless pulse of anger at the sight of her hard work being taken away.

“You think we could keep her?" The young lion asked at one point, and though Mia felt well and truly detached at this point, she still reflexively cringed down, enough that the lions noticed and snickered.

“Nah," said the ochre lion after a moment of contemplation. “Not worth the trouble. We got plenty of cute little spotty things running around here anyway."

“We can always catch another." The white lion agreed, and the cheerful nonchalance in his voice made some distant part of Mia want to shriek.

But of course she couldn't. Everything was so far away that it felt as though she were viewing the world through a telescope, the edges of each prevailing emotion sanded down until they were perfectly harmless.

The young lion looked faintly disappointed and glanced over to where Mia lay.

“I'm kinda curious if we…" He shrugged, smiling faintly.

The lions, known what he meant, laughed, and then the ochre lion was stepping over. Mia began to tense, but rather than spreading her legs or opening her muzzle, he simply lay a paw upon her belly.

Still, she couldn't help but flinch, a faint tremble reasserting itself within her.

“How about you come back in a few weeks, once you start showing," the ochre lion said, a predatory grin exposing the points of his teeth. “Might make us happy. Might make us not fuck you so hard the next time we catch you."

Mia slowly folded her arms around herself, legs tightly shut.

“Might've been a yes," the ochre lion said, glancing back to his fellows. “Couldn't quite tell."

Something about the way she was trembling seemed to have excited the white lion, for he started over, one paw dropping to where his cock had once again begun to swell out of its sheath.

The abuse started up again and did not end for some time, until night had fallen and the stars were bright in the sky.

Mia stared straight up as best she could during the worst of it; when the lions were taking turns on her tailhole or making casual bets on which one of them would make her belly swell. When the white lion seeded her womb after rutting her for an interminable, agonizing eon, she watched the stars but could feel the heat of her rapist's cum anyway and knew suddenly that the stars were distant and dead and held no capability of helping her.

She lay flat on her back in the rough savannah grass, taking tiny, uneven little breaths, the seed of her three assailants mingling uneasily in her womb, in her tailhole and upon her tongue, speckled all across her entire abused body. A splintery sort of agony reminded her with every heartbeat all of the harm that had been done to her.

The lions looked as though they'd exhausted themselves on her and hauled their portions of antelope meat onto their shoulders with grunts and sighs. The ache lion gave her one final glance and simply chuckled to himself.

There was nothing special about what he had done to her. She was simply another unfortunate girl taking up space on a long, ever expanding list.

The white lion's disposition was similar, but the young lion paused his departure to step close and looked upon her with unhidden and eager proudness. She had probably been his very first conquest, Mia thought sickly.

“Maybe next time it'll just be you and me." The young lion said, and there was a sort of longing in his voice that made Mia want to leap up and drive her claws through his throat. But the urge only lasted a moment before disintegrating, she was far too weak to even think it through, let alone act.

The young lion's fellows laughed at his suggestion and, somewhat embarrassed, he hurried off in pursuit.

Very suddenly, for the first time in what felt like years, Mia was left alone in the tranquility of a clear night. She listened until the lions were well beyond earshot, then very slowly, very painfully pulled herself into as tight a ball as she could manage and began to cry.