This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Kayla panted heavily, the anthro lioness' jaws hanging open, her black lips glistening with saliva. Pinned against the chest of a larger, more powerful zebra, she kicked weakly, hardly able to believe how the herbivore was so easily able to dwarf her.
"No... No... Please..."
At least, that was what she tried to say as she locked eyes with her mate on the other side of the fire, where the zebra herd had dragged them too, hoof-like fingertips digging into her arms as her mare, helplessly, watched on. Her husband had his head bowed, though his eyes were strained with fear for her, his wrists tied tightly, too tightly, behind his back, ankles and knees lashed together, gagged with a length of knotted hair that was tied around the back of his head too. Neither of them knew which lion it had come from, though it was clear that the zebra herd had taken matters of predator and prey into their own hooves.
The savannah was a scary place to be at the best of times, but lions should have been at the top of the food chain and the pecking order, even when they had horrifically found themselves heaving and panting and grunting, pinned under a steely hoof. The zebras had caught them off guard and the bachelor herd of stallions seemed to have a bone to pick with them. Maybe it was even one of their brethren that they had eaten for their last meal, but Kayla and her mate, Akande, could not have said. It was just natural to them and they always made sure that their kills were clean and humane.
"Please..." She whimpered, head swirling as she was tossed into the dirt like a lump of meat. "I don't want... Please... Don't hurt my husband..."
"Oh, don't worry, pretty thing," a tall zebra with thick, chunky stripes sneered. "We only have eyes for you..."
"Yeah, time to show you felines who the true studs of the savannah are!"
They laughed and brayed, slapping their thighs, ropey tails swinging, though Kayla didn't know what that meant, not even as she remained on all fours, afraid to rise. Although she had a loincloth around her hips, hanging to protect her modesty, and a similar wrapping around her chest for comfort during the hunt, she suddenly felt bare with their eyes on her. Very bare.
The stallions approached even as her mate howled and screamed into his gag, wanting them off her, away from her, not touching his wife! Yet there was nothing Kayla could do against the might of the herd, seven strong with five more sitting back, watching the show from logs placed near the fire, night birds calling in the after-dark life of the savannah. The lioness screamed as her modesty was exposed, her tail yanked up crudely to show off the pink slit of her sex, so neat and petite that it could have been missed if one was not looking for it.
"Not a virgin, colts," one zebra snickered, holding her arse up off the ground by her tail. "That's a shame... But I know another part of this fresh whore that I bet is ripe to be taken for the very first fucking time!"
They brayed and stomped, causing a clamour, yet Akande had no hope in his heart that anyone was going to come to save him. He seemed fine, at least for the moment, though his heart went out to his wife as the lioness was slammed, screaming and clawing, over one of the logs, her backside left sticking up in the air. There could only be one thing that the zebra studs wanted as they ripped their loincloths away, revealing hardening, throbbing members, thick stud flesh, but he watched the scene as if from underwater. He felt very far away, his mind perhaps not grasping the reality of the situation with the many stars still twinkling down so sweetly above, as if it could have been any other night.
But it wasn't any other night and it was a night that would be remembered for all the wrong reasons as the lead zebra stroked his massive length of meat. The head was flat, though they had already mostly swollen from their sheaths, by far outclassing Akande's shaft as the lion whimpered and pulled back, once again tugging at his bonds.
It was no use. It was no use him trying to fight and there was no sense at all in Kayla fighting, not even as her breasts heaved and she yowled, her beautiful muzzle showed right up into the crotch of a zebra. The lioness was gorgeous, even as she was abused, yet Akande's heart yearned for her like never before, only wanting to be close to her, to do something, anything, to bring her softly and sweetly back into his arms.
"Your husband will never feel your tight pussy again," they mocked both her and him as one zebra lined up behind her, his cock mostly erect. "But maybe he can still fuck you, hey? Just a sloppy, loose, good for nothing hole once we're done with you!"