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Imara sighed a deep breath of relief. The jungle was in sight at last.

Usually this trip filled the teenage lioness with joy. She looked forward to it every few seasons, but this time she found herself irritated. She blamed it on her heat, but she knew that was was only the tip of the giraffe's tongue.

In short, everything sucked.

But despite her frustrations, she would never consider staying home. Even if she did have to make the journey alone. Her best friend was waiting! The teen lioness increased her stride, eager to get away from the sun and into the cool jungle shade.

As soon as she crossed the border she slowed down, enjoying the relief the leafy trees provided. This area of the country was so beautiful. She had heard that her king, Simba, grew up in a jungle just like this one. That sounded like paradise to her.

Her gaze went to the tree branches, checking for any sign of movement. It wouldn't be long. Her friend always found her firs---

"OOOMMPH!!"

Imara was hit from behind by something fast and golden. Speak of the devil.

She found herself rolling over and over, trying to find any advantage but to no avail. As usual, the surprise wrestling spree ended with her pinned to the ground with a lithe, grinning leopard sitting on top of her.

The leopard touched the tip of one claw to the lionesses nose in victory. "Boop!"

"You know, for cats who pride themselves on hunting, you sure are easy to sneak up on!" The leopard's eyes twinkled. "That's leopard: 3, lioness: 0!"

"Quela!" Imara leapt up, her bad mood forgotten. She hugged her spotted friend and the two bounced in a little circle together, nuzzling and scenting each other.

"I've missed you, girl!" Quela stepped back, getting a look at her friend. "Phew, you've grown!"

Grown she had. The two girls had been the same size for as long as Imara could remember. The lioness had definitely gained some size on her friend in the last two seasons though. They were growing up. Imara wasn't sure how she felt about that.

She laughed though, hiding her tension. "Too much hippo, I guess! You look amazing!"

"You're too kind, darling" Quela said with false modesty, doing a little slide that showed off her slim form.

Imara's ears twitched. She did look amazing.

"And your accent is coming back!" The lioness changed the subject, grinning at her friend. "You sound like a junglecat again!"

"Do not preytend yoo do not lihk eht!" The leopard emphasized her jungle accent and they both laughed.

"So how are you?" Imara sat with her friend, eager to catch up. Quela sat next to her and fell into gossip mode without missing a beat.

"Same old me. Staying alive. Not a good male to be found in the whole jungle, of course. My sister had some trouble with her mate though, so maybe I'm the lucky one."

"Oh, Shina? That's sad." Imara had only met the older leopardess once, but she had seemed nice.

"Yeah he ran off with another male, can you believe it?"

"Oh my gods!"

"Yeah. A lion no less. I guess that's why leopards don't pair up long. Usually doesn't work out."

Imara tried to stifle a laugh but failed. "A lion? Really?"

"Yuuuup."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. That's just. Wow. You don't really hear that."

The leopardess shrugged her shoulders with a look that said "What can you do?"

"How about you? Where's Kiara?"

Imara rolled her eyes. "Probably under her boyfriend. Kovu." She spat the name like it tasted of week old gazelle. "They've been joined at the groin for, like, months. It's disgusting. I'm surprised you didn't hear them all the way out here."

"Ha! Old mossback Simba let another male into the pride? And he's fucking Kiara? That is priceless!"

"No it's not!"

"And you're jealous too!" Quela threw her head back and laughed.

"No I'm not!" Shina threw herself over the laughing leopardess in mock histrionics. "You haven't seen what I've seen! The horror!"

Queala grinned, playfully shaking off her lioness friend, who fell to the ground with a dramatic flomp. "Tell me about him. Is he her age at least?"

"Yeah. About our age. He's... Really hot. I guess. If you're into that sort of thing. Dark colors. Big balls. Big cock. Big mouth. The total package."

"Mm! Me-OW. No wonder she stayed home!"

"Eh, yeah."

Quela cocked her head. "Something's up. C'mon. Tell."

"Ehhh," Imara pawed at a flower in the grass, trying to appear disinterested. "Kovu came in with a whole bunch of lionesses. From the Outlands."

"The Outlands? Wait a minute, you mean Zira's pride? The ones Simba banished, like, forever ago? Those Outlands?"

"Yeah. Those Outlands. And those Outlanders. Zira's dead now. I mean, that's what they say anyway. I guess Kiara did some sweet talk bullshit or whatever cause now we're supposed to pretend it never happened. And on top of that we have to listen to this 'we are one' lecture all the fucking time. I'm just sick of it."

"You don't like the new lionesses?"

Imara rolled her eyes. "Not really. They're pushy and mean. Kovu's sister thinks she runs the whole fucking pridelands. And no one tells her off 'cause she used to be an assassin or some shit."

Quela gave the lioness a discerning look. "Something happened didn't it?"

"Yeah something fucking happened! I went into fucking heat that's what happened!"

"Oh my gods! Your first? Congrats!"

"No, my second. And not 'congrats'! My first was during all the commotion. That's why I wasn't there for the fight. I decided to have some alone time."

"What, why? I mean, Simba's older, sure, but he's still a hunk of a lion. I'd let him have me in a heartbeat, heat or no." Quela got a dreamy look on her face just thinking about it.

"It's my right to sit out my first!" Imara huffed.

"Yeah it's your right but no one ever does it."

Imara paused for a moment then rolled over on her back, staring down Quela. "Besides, maybe I don't want Simba. Or Kovu. Or any of them! Arrogant fucking males think they own us."

Queala gave a short laugh. "What, you're just going to leave the pride every time you come into heat? I'd love to see how that works out. Besides, if you don't want them, then who? I can barely find a decent one night stand out here and you're a member of one of the most powerful prides in the savannah. A pride with two super eligible males. Who could you possibly be holding out for?

"Well there's you."

Quela's eyes went wide. There was a long, heavy pause as she tried to process what she had just heard.

"Me??"

Imara blushed with her ears, avoiding eye contact with her friend. She hadn't meant to say that. Not just after arriving. She tried to think of something to break the tension.

"I mean... We used to do it when we were cubs, after all."

Nope. Imara put both paws over her face.

Quela just giggled though. "Yeah. I guess we did, didn't we? That was a long time ago, honeytree. We're not cubs now, 'Mara."

"No," Imara looked up at the leopardess with a mixture of pain and longing. "That makes it worse."

The leopardess' yellow eyes searched Imara's face.

"You're... You're serious, aren't you?"

Imara hid behind her paws and hoped for a swift death.

"Alright, enough of that!" Quela poked the lioness in the side twice and Imara emerged, still blushing. So much for a swift death.

The leopardess turned slightly, taking one step and beckoning with her head.

"Let us walk and talk. Come come."

The two started into the jungle. Imara could stand about five seconds of the awkward silence before blurting out, "Gods, Quela, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry, please. I--"

"Shh," the leopardess silenced her without breaking stride. "We'll talk about that, but you're still not telling me everything. I've known you since we were babies. This didn't come out of nowhere."

Imara sighed, trying to think of what to say.

"Does this have to do with Kiara?"

"Yeah," she admitted softly, feeling her eyes welling up just a little bit. "We... Well we had a thing. I guess. For a few seasons. Then..." The lioness lowered her ears and grit her teeth, having to fight with her emotions.

Quela's eyes widened and she slowed just a little, then stopped completely.

"You didn't."

"I know she's a princess but I thought... You know... Maybe since there was only Simba..."

"Oh cub. Sssh," Quala turned, putting a paw around her friend's neck and pulling her into a hug. "You poor, poor, foolish, stupid, lioness."

"I know..."

"She would have been married off. She knew it. We knew it. From the time we were cubs, we knew."

"I know!" Imara growled, shaking off her friend's hug and angrily wiping at her eyes. "I know, I know, I know... I knew." She hung her head. "I'm not mad at her. Not really. How many lionesses find love? It just doesn't happen."

"Or leopards." Quela half-shrugged. She touched a golden paw to Imara's chin, tipping it up to look at her. "That's the Circle, I suppose. But you know what?"

"What?" Imara sniffed. Gods, when had she gotten so emotional?

"I love you." Imara looked at her friend. She suddenly realized how close they were to each other.

"You like me," Imara returned softly. Giving her friend a way out. "It's different." Quela's breath was warm against her muzzle.

"I love you," the leopardess repeated. The emphasis on "love" was unmistakable. She took one step closer. Their lips touched. Imara's fur stood on end like a lightning storm was coursing through her. This was happening.

"And I always have."

Quela pressed forward, her muzzle parted, and Imara didn't resist. She closed her eyes, feeling her friend's lips against hers. Her teeth. Her tongue. Her breath. As if they had coordinated it, each cat lifted a paw to the back of the other's head, holding them together as the kiss grew more passionate. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths and the scent of arousal began to tinge the air.

When they broke from each other it felt like it took a full minute to find their breath. Imara could feel herself trembling with excitement.

"Oh my gods, Quela, you better not be messing with me right now!"

The leopardess' eyes sparkled. She lowered her front in a play pose, shaking her rump. "I know a place. Come come!" And with that the leopard was off, Imara in close pursuit.

They coursed their way through the trees at a pace that would have made Imara uncomfortable if she hadn't been following Quela. Running in the jungle was nothing like running in the savannah. Even in the most wooded places around pride rock the trees grew with lots of space between them and the brush tended to be short and scrub like. Here you might run through a bush and find yourself falling to your death into a ravine.

The lioness had other things on her mind though. Like the way the leopardess' tail would swing to the side whenever she leaped over a fallen log. Or how muscled her hindquarters had become over the last few years of living in the jungle. Or how she could still taste the leopardess in her mouth.

All of which contributed to her missing a hairpin turn and careening off in the jungle brush in a flurry of limbs and tail.

She lay there on the ground for a few moments, flat on her back, assessing exactly how much damage had been done to her pride.

"Well, that was entertaining," Quela's mouth was open in a silent, panting laugh as she sauntered over to the fallen lioness.

Imara groaned.

A lot. It had hurt her pride a lot.

"Still. I suppose this is as nice a spot as any." Quela stepped over her friend one paw at a time, her voice a low sultry purr. "We're in my territory now. We'll be left all alone." She cocked her head and looked around as if reconsidering. "Probably."

"Mmm. Let 'em watch." Imara mewed as Quela lowered herself. A shiver ran through her as their belly fur touched--such an intimate touch, for any cat. She opened her legs to make room as the leopard lay down gently against her, chest to chest. She could feel her heat flaring within her, the pressure unbearable.

"You know I'm in heat right now, right?" she panted to her friend.

"Oh I know." Quela let her weight rest a little, testing her lioness friend's comfort. Their bodies pressed together. She could feel how hard Imara was breathing at just the touch of their fur.

"And you know this is driving me out of my mind right now, right?"

"This I know also," Quela smirked.

"Oh good, just checking. I'll go back to going crazy then."

Quela chuckled. "Does my lioness want something?"

"Oh you bitch!" Imara moved like she was striking prey, paw wrapping around her friend's neck, claws unsheathed. "You want me to say it? I'll say it! I want you to fucking FUCK me right fucking now, do you hear me? I want you to rub my wet, needy lioness cunt until I cum like... like..."

"Like a lioness in heat?" Quala purred, unperturbed by her friend's passion.

"Gods fucking dammit, yes!!"

"Let's just see how this feels, shall we?" The leopardess pressed herself forward on her front paws, watching Imara's face as she let one hindleg slide between the lioness' legs.

Imara straightened, mouth open, her stream of curses caught in her mouth as all breath left her.

"Mm, I think she likes it," Quela's paws pressed down, holding Imara on the ground. With soft, precise movements she began rocking her body against the lioness. The air was heavy with the scent of lioness heat. Quela could taste it, and it aroused her to no end.

"Rrr, someone's a wet little lioness! Mmm you'll have me covered with your scent by the end of this, I can tell."

"Yesssss," Imara hissed. Her paw slid from Quela's neck, claws digging into the earth as pleasure wracked her. Quela was rocking more firmly now. Back and forth, bellies grinding as her thigh fur grew slick with Imara's juices. Every so often their teats would touch, and a jolt of pleasure would shake both females. Quela found herself moaning gently.

"Yes! I'm gonna mark you all mine!" Imara groaned. "I will mark you, and take you... OH!" Despite the lioness barely being able to form coherent sentences, Quela found the dirty talk turning her on even more. There was no way Imara could have known all of her private thoughts, but she was teasing in all the right ways regardless.

"Yes, my dear," the leopardess moaned. "Just as soon as we make you the cummiest little slut in the jungle, mmm?"

Imara gasped at the dirty name, body tensing. For a moment Quela thought she had overstepped.

"Say it again."

The leopardess found herself breathing heavily as she leaned down a little bit, putting more pressure on her friend's hot pussy. Her claws slid into Imara's shoulders. She enunciated each phrase precisely, directly into the lioness' ear. "You. Are going. To be. A cummy. Little. Slut!"

"OHHH!" Imara's body bucked, her front lifting into the air despite Quela's weight. She snarled, roaring into the jungle. Announcing her orgasm for all to hear.

Quela pushed her back down with a growl while the lioness was still gasping for breath. Imara was far too out of it to even notice as the leopardess switched legs. Quela ran a paw down her thigh, feeling how wet the lioness had made it. Her pawfur matted instantly with the lionesses heated juices. "Oh gods..." she breathed, bringing the paw to her muzzle and taking a deep breath. The scent flooded her mind until she had to lower the paw, making a little moist indent in Imara's chestfur.

She began rocking back and forth again. Quicker this time. Not even giving Imara a chance to finish her last orgasm before encouraging another. Imara didn't mind at all. She lay back, arching every time Quela's fur ran over her sensitive spot.

"Oh yes. Oh Gods yes! Right there, right there, right there... Rrrrr, harder!" Imara was pushing back as hard as she could. Humping against Quela's leg. Without even realizing it she raised her own leg, and Quela gasped as the fur made contact.

"Oooh, looks like I'm not the only needy slut in this jungle," Imara growled. She could feel the heat of her friend's lips against her fur with each movement. From her position she couldn't press upwards with much force, but Quela made up for it, grinding as firmly as she could on the lioness' fur. The pressure wasn't enough to push her over the edge, but it teased her to heights she hadn't realized she was ready for.

"That feels SO good," the leopardess gasped.

Imara licked her lips, looking up at her friend. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, little leopardess."

Quela whimpered, having to force herself to focus on Imara as seasons of fantasies about just this situation ran through her head. She pressed down just a little more weight, moving in little circles. She knew she had it right when Imara's eyes rolled back.

"Ohhhhh shit... Right there! Right there! Don't you stop. Don't fucking stop."

"Make me a messy slut for you," Quela dared, her voice still tinged with a whimper of desire. Despite her outgoing nature, dirty talk like this was foreign to her. Taboo. Wonderful. She felt silly, but she wanted more, so she kept going.

"Cum all over my fur, 'Mara, please! Please make me all wet with your cum. I want you to cum again and again and make me clean it like the slut I am!" She was blushing, ears low, horrified at her own truthfulness.

"Gods yes I'm going to cum on you so hard," Imara snarled back, oblivious to her friend's discomfort. She began rocking, all but begging the leopardess to rub her harder and getting her wish in return. Quela's embarrassment was all but forgotten in the heat of Imara's pleasured reaction. She realized she was safe. Safe to be with her friend. Safe asking for what she would have never dared allow herself to dream. Safe to beg.

Overcome by the realization, Quela pressed her lips to Imara's just as the lioness reached her second orgasm. The females held each other tight, as if that grip was their only hope of survival. Imara's legs closed tight on her friend's thigh, holding it to her body like a vice. They lay in near silence, almost unmoving as Imara shuddered and twitched under her golden friend. The lioness uttered the faintest, strained whimpers of pleasure directly into Quela's mouth, and Quela lapped at her friend's tongue as if accepting those pleasures for her own.

Finally Imara relaxed under Quela, but the two remained kissing. Enjoying the passionate, unhurried exploration of each other's muzzles.

"That was so good," Imara sighed between kisses. She could feel little sparks of pleasure still flowing threw her, triggered by a kiss or a touch of fur.

"You made me so wet," Quela breathed. She had. Now that their passion had cooled a little, she could feel the wetness, cool in the jungle heat.

"Mmm! Here, sit up. I need to breath!" Imara pushed on Quela's chest lightly with her paw, and the leopard rose, taking one step back. She looked down at Imara almost blushed realizing how exposed she was. The leopardess looked at her matted leg fur and back again, head low.

"Enjoying the view?" Imara grinned, shaking her rump a little and keeping her legs spread wide.

"I love it," Quela replied. Her eyes were roaming over Imara's form, and if she caught Imara's levity she didn't respond."Your body is... amazing, Imara." She looked up, voice low. "I would love... more."

Imara realized she was seeing something from her friend she never would have expected. Not in a million sunrises.

Submission.

Still panting and fuzzy from her orgasm, she struggled to figure out what to say. On one paw, she wanted to act. On the other, a part of her held back, unwilling to be wrong about this. Unwilling to risk her friendship.

The silence stretched on for a few more breaths as the females stared at each other, both breathing heavily. Imara realized she had no idea what to do. But they had come this far, and she wanted nothing more than to give her friend whatever it was she wanted.

"Quela," her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from her roaring and gasping.

"Imara," Quela said back shakily.

"Would you like to taste me?" No that wasn't quite right. She steeled herself and tried again, trying to sound confident. "Would you like me to make you taste me?"

Quela's ears were back flat against her skull, and Imara could hear her heartbeat increasing, but she didn't look offended. If anything she looked scared, and Imara realized she was dealing with all the same uncertainties about this situation she was.

"Just tell me what you want, Key," Imara cooed softly. "Anything. Trust me."

Quela's ears didn't rise, but she looked into Imara's eyes, head bowed even farther.

"Please," she whispered. "Please have me, Imara. Make me."

Imara took a moment and then rolled onto her side and up to her feet. This was outside of her experience entirely, but if it was what Quela wanted, she would figure it out. She had heard now and then of lionesses who enjoyed being dominated. They even said Nala, the Queen, had a submissive side. Imara had never believed it. Nala was the most confident lioness she had ever known; but then, Quela had never been anything but confident either.

Well she could be confident too.

Imara licked her lips, took a breath, and in her best sultry voice growled "Then roll over, slut. On your back."

Quela immediately dropped to her side, rolling over onto her back, all four paws raised slightly in the air. Imara licked her lips. She could get used to this.

"You got a good look at me. My turn. Spread your legs. Wide. I want to see how wet you got just from touching my pussy."

Quela hesitated for a moment, then spread her legs as wide as she could. Imara stepped forward, standing over the leopardess. She openly gazed downwards, drinking in the leopard's body. She had dreamed of this more times than she could count growing up. It almost didn't seem real now either.

But it was.

"Mmm you must be so horny right now," Imara growled, seeing how wet the fur around Quela's black-furred pussy lips was. "I barely touched you and you're soaked."

"I loved pleasuring you," Quela looked up, watching her friend staring at her intimate places. Still blushing.

"And you're going to love pleasuring me more," Imara returned with a grin. She was getting the hang of this. The lioness regarded the prone leopardess for a moment then turned, placing her rump squarely in Quela's view. She placed her hindpaws on either side of Quela's hips, straddling her, and swung her tail to the side.

She heard Quela's intake of lioness breath as the scent of her heat flooded her nostrils. Imara waved her tail a few extra times, spreading the scent.

"You left me a bit of a mess, didn't you?"

"Yes, Imara," Quela moaned. "You're... soaking. Your whole rump...

Imara took a step backwards. Then another, standing over Quela now. Covering her. She flexed her hind knees slightly and heard Quela gasp.

"You left me this way, didn't you, bitch?" Imara growled playfully. She kept her tail raised now, knowing the scent must be overpowering.

"Yes." It sounded like Quela could barely speak. Imara looked over her shoulder. Quela's eyes were closed, her body shaking slightly, blushing like Imara had never seen any cat blush. She needed release.

Imara squatted, feeling a burst of her own arousal shoot through her at the highly taboo position she was putting herself in. She lowered her rump slowly, carefully, holding it inches from Quela's nose.

"Open your eyes, Quela."

Quela did. She opened them wide, staring at the aroused lioness rump inches from her face.

Then Imara sat. Those yellow eyes opened even wider as the lioness pressed her wet pussy lips onto her friend's muzzle, grinding her rumpfur all along the other female's nose.

Quela's mind went blank as the taste of Imara's heat flooded over her tongue. This was beyond her wildest masturbatory fantasies. Beyond her ability to fully process. Like nothing she had ever experienced. She lapped her tongue eagerly over the lioness' lips, rough tongue tugging at them to Imara's audible delight. She lapped along the fur, tasting the slowly drying cum she had spread there.

"Mmm, that's good. Clean me!" Imara commanded. "Clean every inch of the mess you made, slut. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll do some cleaning of my own..." Imara put paws on both of Quela's footpaws, pulling them back towards herself. Raising Quela's pussy and ass into perfect view.

Gods she wasn't going to last long.

In this position their size difference was clear. Quela had always known Imara would eventually grow to be a much larger cat. But only now did the reality that it had already happened strike her. It was one thing to fantasize about, another to feel the weight on her muzzle. To know that she probably couldn't have pushed Imara away if she tried.

The leopardess moaned as Imara began humping her hips on the leopardess' mouth. Owning it. Quela could feel her tongue beginning to tease into the lioness, tasting her sweet, salty cum flowing with every deep lick. The musky scent of the lioness' ass teased her nose. From her current position she had no choice but to breath in the sharp tang as Imara forced the leopard's nose under her tail.

Imara hadn't even noticed this development until she pushed back hard enough to feel the coolness of Quela's nose pressed against her tailhole. She jerked a bit in surprise, turning to look back at the leopardess, ready to apologize.

She needn't have bothered. To the lioness' surprise, the leopardess pressed her muzzle forward all the harder. She could feel the girl sniffing. Taking in her scent. Rubbing her nose directly over the lioness' exposed asshole.

After the initial surprise, Imara had to admit the feeling was amazing, and she could feel another orgasm spring into bloom within her. The combination of the long rough tongue deep in her pussy and the dirtiness of the leopard's nose pressed against her ass were pushing her back to the brink.

She looked down at Quela's untouched pussy and tailhole. So wet. So inviting. She growled and then spit on them, feeling Quela shudder under her at the dominating treatment. The lioness spat again, directly on Quela's dark pussy before placing a paw over it, smearing the saliva into the leopardess' fur. Quela's entire body jerked as if possessed, but Imara held her in place easily with her weight. She growled again, pressing her rump even harder against the leopardess muzzle under her tail.

"C'mon, junglecat bitch. Make me cum! Make your lioness have a nice big cum right on your face!" She was nearly humping like a male now. Forcing her slippery pussy over Quela's muzzle and lapping tongue over and over. Feeling the girl's muzzle pressing into her rump with ever press, nose pressed to ass, sweaty fur covering Quela's face.

As her orgasm became inevitable Imara pressed two pawtoes against her friend's pussy. She felt the first slip in almost immediately, coming to rest deep within the leopardess. Quela made a muffled sound that might have been a squeal, were it not made directly into lioness ass. The second pawtoe required a little effort. Imara rubbed it back and forth once, twice, thrice, and felt it slipping inside her friend just as the world exploded into orgasm.

Imara roared again, deep and booming. Unrestrained. A roar not just of pleasure this time, but of dominance. The roar of a queen.

She could feel Quela orgasming along with her. Her friend's pussy contracted on her paw and the leopard wriggled under her with all her might. Imara road it out, ignoring the leopardess' motions and just focusing on that beautiful tongue that was driving her pleasure higher and higher with no end in sight.

Lights danced behind her eyelids with each stroke of the leopardess' tongue. She just barely managed to keep her paw moving in little motions, but those little motions were having a big effect.

She was just starting to come down from her own orgasm when she felt Quela tense again, cumming a second time. This time Imara lifted herself a little, hearing the leopardess gasping for breath. Whimpering as she tried to roar and breath at the same time, the sound ending in a high pitched "Nnnnnngggggggg!!" of gasping, orgasmic bliss.

Imara smiled, wriggling the pawtoes in her friend playfully and listening her growl helplessly below. She turned to watch and had to stifle a laugh. Quela's face was covered with her juices to a comical degree. Wet, splotches darkened the leopard's golden fur from ears to chin. Thick enough to drip from her matted whiskers.

"Oohhhh, Imara...." Quela sighed, eyes still closed, body twitching in orgasmic aftershocks. She reached forward to pull Imara's rump back to her muzzle as if by instinct. Beginning to casually groom the matted fur on Imara's butt with long firm tongue strokes. Imara purred. That felt pretty good, actually.

"That was amazing, honey," Imara purred back. She slowly pulled her pawtoes from Quela's body. Strands of girlcum clung to them in thing ropes. They had really made a mess.

"Can I call you honey?" she asked in a teasing tone, raising her paw to her muzzle and licking those strands away. The taste was different than a lionesses', she was surprised to find. But equally alluring.

Quela had stopped her licks and was lying with her head flat against the ground now as if asleep. Breathing deeply in recovery.

"I'd like that, 'Mara. For as long as you're here. Honey."

Imara made a face. Oh yeah. That.

"Well. Yeah. About that. I wasn't actually planning on--"

"Quela! Quela!!" Both girls froze, ears going straight up in unison.

"Who the fuck is that?"

There was no time for an answer before another leopard came leaping out of the bushes in front of them, mouth open in a pant, ears and tail at full alert.

"Quela! I heard roaring! Are you..... Oh...."

They stood there like that, Imara's tail still high in the air, Quela on her back with her legs spread wide towards the visitor. Peering meekly around Imara's rump.

Quela slowly licked up a strand of lioness cum that was about to drip from her muzzle.

A bird chirped.

Imara cleared her throat. "Shina! Hiiiiiiiiiii."