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A Night In The Savanna

By Mantrid Brizon

(08/08/2019)

"Don't wander too far, Harith! We're not in friendly territory!"

"Don't worry! I'll be fine!" Harith calls back, cupping his hands around his broad snout. "You just relax with the others, GziFA: "

With a little smile, Harith, the young and strapping Zebra Voeldahn, begins his walk. Normally, this would be done in his homeland, but his tribe has migrated. They've moved deeper into the African Savanna, deeper into uncharted territory. The primitive zebra man wears only a loin cloth. Pulled between his legs and tying to the back cordage, it grips tightly to the sheath of his equine penis, and shields his large, heavy balls. The rest of his body is covered in a traditional cloak, draped over one shoulder. It's common clothing for the tribesmen of his homeland.

With a walking stick in hand, his hooves thud on the dry soil of the African grasslands. Harith hums a tribal song to himself as he walks into the wilderness, hoping to return to the nearest stream, one that his people had seen a few days earlier. After a long walk, traversing several miles, he stands all alone. He's easily several hours from his camp, if not more; he wasn't really keeping track. The lack of friendly faces, or any faces at all, is something of a comfort. Still humming his little tune, and without a care in the world, Harith finally reaches the stream. He squats down, untying the cordage from around the sheep's bladder canteen that he carries.

"Did you hear that?"

Annaliya, a vibrant, young hyena Voeldahn looks toward her two sisters, Habika and Cyrah, and their mutual friend, Anyango.

"Hear what?" Anyango raises a brow.

Sitting upright, Annaliya cups a hand over her perked ear, focusing her senses.

"I swore I heard someone..." She sighs, slouching back. "Why can't we just hear as well as the beasts?"

"Eager for another victim, already?" Cyrah grins sinisterly at the youngest sibling.

"We've already robbed two women from the neighboring tribe, just the other day. We have plenty of food, drink, and their pretty jewelry." Habika, the middle sister remarks.

"I know, but there's always something more to take, isn't there?" Annaliya asks with innocence in her voice. "Why shouldn't women such as ourselves have all that we want? Is there any wrong in it?" She cutely bats her eyelashes, a wide grin on her youthful and beautiful face.

"You could charm all of the devils with that smile." Cyrah laughs.

"Wait! ... I DO hear something!" Anyango suddenly interjects.

Pausing to listen, the four hyena women, all between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four, hear a very faint humming. It sounds like a man! Creeping closer, remaining as silent as possible, they hope that their potential target hasn't already heard their somewhat loud chatter. Crawling on hands and knees, their sleek yet voluptuous bodies inch ever closer. Large breasts, a trait they all share, sway mere centimeters above the ground. Their broad, feminine hips and taut waists shift so wonderfully as they slither along the earth.

Reaching a short hill in the distance, they peek over the top. To their surprise, they find themselves staring at a young, well-built and very handsome zebra Voeldahn. Harith turns his head, scratching his broad muzzle. He's blissfully unaware, and they can see it.

"Ooohh! He's a handsome one!" Habika coos.

"Shh!" Cyrah shushes the women.

"Maybe he has something we can ta-"

The young Annaliya pauses mid-sentence, her voice stolen by an intriguing sight. Bending over, Harith's cloak slips away and reveals his buttocks to the hiding females. More than that, however, the four healthy, vibrant women get an excellent look at his massive testicles. Covered only in the linen loin cloth, and pulled tightly betwixt his legs, it reveals his form as though it were a second hide. Rolling onto his side to sit down, he briefly reveals the bulge of his sheath to them.

"Mmmmm... C-can we fu-, er, rob him?" Habika asks, a hand slowly reaching between her legs.

"Yeah!" Anyango whispers loudly.

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

Turning her head, she's startled to see that all three of her companions have a hand over their groins, their fingers massaging their femininity through their loin cloths and dresses. Annaliya has taken it even further; her dress is hiked up and her loin cloth pulled to the side, a finger pushing into her already wet vagina.

"What the-... It hasn't even been a minute!" Cyrah loudly whispers, scolding the three.

Her companions turn their heads, looking at her with blank, oblivious stares. They don't care; they see what they want, and they desire it.

"... So? We want him." Annaliya replies, speaking for Habika and Anyango, while still fingering herself.

"Yeah!" Anyango loudly whispers in agreement.

"Heh. Young women are so hard to dissuade... Alright! I'll shoot him with a toxic dart and we can 'rob' him." Cyrah says with a sly smile.

"Yay!" Annaliya quietly exclaims. "Wait... The dart-"

"It shouldn't keep THAT part from falling asleep." Cyrah interrupts her. "He'll be paralyzed, but awake, so we should be fine."

"Oh... Good!" Anyango smiles.

"More than fine, by the looks of him." Habika sighs with lust, gazing at Harith.

The three women look amongst themselves with considerable glee as the buxom, twenty-four-year-old Cyrah retrieves her blowgun, tied with cordage and slung over her back. With a clawed hand, she removes the cap of a hollow, wooden sheath that carries her darts, already tipped with poisons. Choosing carefully, she reaches into a divider that contains only paralyzing darts.

"Try not to give him too much!" Habika remarks, growing concerned.

"Yeah. His dick needs to work afterward." Annaliya interjects.

"I meant that I didn't want him to die from it, but that too!" Habika adds.

Cyrah, ignoring their concerns, motions for her two sisters and their friend to follow her. Staying closer to the ground, the quartet creep closer and closer to Harith; the wholly unaware man walks toward a tree, hoping to shade himself. Within range of their victim, Cyrah takes the blowgun, inserting the toxic dart and bringing the primitive weapon to her lips. The nostrils of her black nose flare as she inhales, pressing her lips tightly against her end of the blowgun.

Turning around, Harith prepares to rest his back against the tree trunk. He hasn't noticed the four hyena females who skillfully conceal themselves in the African brush, barely twenty feet away. With a powerful blast of air from her lungs, Cyrah, the marksman that she is, lands the dart on Harith's lower right side.

"Ouch!"

He swipes the dart away, never realizing that it was more than just an insect bite. Second guessing his choice of shade, he turns around. In a matter of seconds, however, he begins feeling light headed. The toxin does its job wonderfully, and he quickly stumbles. Swaying as if intoxicated by tribal beer, he looks around at the air, searching for the offending insect, to the women's silent amusement. Within moments, he falls back, landing with a thud on his buttocks and palms.

His muscles feel weary, as if he'd been awake for several days. Harith's mind, however, is fully conscious and aware. What's happening to him?! He flattens, his body almost entirely weakened. Harith cannot even move a single finger. Frantically turning his eyes in a panic, he hears the footfalls approaching. They're startlingly soft; has a lion found him already?!

"Good shot!" Habika congratulates her older sister.

"You got him, Cyrah!" Annaliya chirps.

"Yeah, I did." Cyrah smirks.

Stepping into view, Harith can see the four hyena women nearing his body. One is already naked, dropping her loin cloth a few feet away from her fallen dress. She is visibly the youngest, with the prettiest face, though her body looks nearly matured. Two are older, clearly young-adults and older than the teenage Harith, while the female armed with a blowgun appears more like a tribal priestess, and not like the women she's surrounded by. Though sturdily built, the buxom huntress is not unattractive; none of the women are. All are healthy, vibrant females who would draw his eyes in any other circumstance.

They encircle his body, and the women still wearing clothes quickly strip them away. Dropping their loin cloths as they come into view, their nude bodies almost appear to be greeting him. He's struck by their already glistening loins, which very between dark brown and charcoal black. He's struck by something else; he would consider their loins quite small. Do all of the Voeldahn females with paws have such adorably tiny pussies?

"So... Who gets to go first?!" Anyango asks.

"Me, of course!" The naked Cyrah proudly exclaims.

"Why you?!" Annaliya scoffs.

"Because I shot him. We couldn't do this if not for me!" Cyrah replies, holding up her blowgun, which she has yet to drop.

"That's true." Habika nods.

"Yes, she has a point. She should go first." Anyango agrees.

"Aww... Okay..." Annaliya pouts.

"Good... Now shut up and get him ready! Help your sister, Habika!" Cyrah demands, finally setting her blowgun aside.

Without saying another word, the three younger females grasp Harith's limbs, stretching them out and flattening him further, making him easier to use. In a matter of seconds, they tear at his cloak, pulling it away from his body and tossing it aside. They grasp and yank at the cordage tying his loin cloth to his body, and the garment falls away. All of them pause at the magnificent sight before their eyes. Even the exceptionally experienced Cyrah stops to marvel at the sheer size of his sheath and balls.

Judging only by the opening and the visible head of his penis, he has more girth than any of the hyena men they've ever mated with! His masculine musk, made more potent from a weeklong journey without a pool with which to wash in, wafts over the females. Their collective womanhood, already wet with anticipation, begin to ooze their juices.

"Wow... He smells so... Strong!" Anyango coos, dropping to her knees.

"Mmm-yeah... He feels strong too." Habika remarks, feeling his muscular core and thighs, her hands inching toward his genitals. "Girls? Promise me that we won't hurt him afterward."

Cyrah raises a brow.

"... You're serious?" Annaliya snickers.

"Yeah. We can have our fun and don't have to-"

Annaliya doesn't wait for Habika to finish speaking; she's far too eager. Pulling out Harith's flaccid meat from his charcoal colored sheath, she thoroughly licks the head. The sight distracts and silences all of the women, who watch the youngest female intently. Harith can't groan as the teenager's tongue glides over and around the upper portion of his shaft, reaching just beneath the flared head of his endowed penis. Her hands stroke his flesh with considerable skill. These are clearly not virginal women; they're too good at pleasuring a man.

Harith, despite his situation, or perhaps because of it, cannot help but become aroused. Habika reaches down, grasping the base of his shaft with one hand, and cupping his balls with the other; not only is his flaccid manhood too thick for one hand to encircle, but one testicle fills her entire palm!

"I ah-ooohhh..." Habika briefly becomes distracted by Harith's manhood. "Er... I just don't think we need to hurt or kill him after we're done."

"Well, I suppose we could spare him. A quick jab of another dart after we've finished and we can leave before he's ever a threat." Cyrah replies.

"Assuming we can walk afterward." Anyango smirks, gazing at Harith's impressive phallus.

"Yeah." Cyrah giggles. "I would like to say, though, that I think that's a bad idea... Sometimes I think that you girls are too soft."

"Maybe, but he's not!" Annaliya quips.

"Wow... He's HUGE!" Anyango gasps, gawking at Harith's swiftly stiffening penis.

Turning his eyes down, the zebra man looks beyond his muzzle, unable to turn his head as a result of Cyrah's toxic dart. If he could, he'd smile as Annaliya and Habika, each kneeling beside one of his legs, lean in and lick either side of his charcoal black, equine cock. With a girl on each side, Anyango worms her way between his legs, forcing herself between the two sisters. She licks the underside of his shaft, while Habika and Annaliya tend to the left and right sides. They're startlingly good at it.

Why did these women feel the need to drug him? Had he known he'd have such a pleasure as four women's bodies, he'd never have fought them; he feels quite proud as three hyena girls struggle to lick as much of his penis as they can, each with plenty of room to spare. They each place their hands on his girthy shaft, stroking the foot-long manhood that he wields. Anyango pulls away, swiftly burying her snout into his scrotum and inhaling deeply. Exhaling, she nuzzles his balls, sniffing underneath his sack as well.

"Ahh... Oh, by the gods and goddesses!" She sighs with delight.

"You took the words right out of my mouth!" Annaliya chirps.

"And his cock."

Habika leans in, opening her jaw wide and swiftly stuffing the engorged head of his penis into her mouth.

"Hey! No fair! I wanted to taste him first!" Annaliya whines.

"You're going to need to be quicker." Cyrah chuckles. "You have to take what you want in this world."

Shifting his gaze, Harith looks over at Cyrah. Standing beside his paralyzed body, she massages her black nether lips and clitoris. A finger slips inside with ease, but then Cyrah tries for a second. Stuffing the appendage into her body, he can see just how tight she is. Moaning softly, the eldest hyena woman grips one of her D-cup breasts, squeezing her mound and pinching her own, black nipple. She twists her wrist as she really works her pussy with two fingers, stuffing them deep and preparing her undersized hole. Shifting his eyes yet again, he looks at the other three.

As Habika's head bobs up and down on what little of his cock she can envelope with her sweet mouth, she shifts. He has a glancing view of her loins, and she too is incredibly small. Do these women truly intend to try putting his penis inside of themselves?! Harith has mated with a few of the women of his own tribe, including Gzifa; it's one of the reasons she's so protective of him, as she wishes to marry him. Of the four that he's had sex with, including Gzifa, all were impressed by his manhood, and struggled with his size. These hyena women, however, are so much smaller, both in overall form and their womanhood.

He almost feels sorry for their poor, little vaginas... Almost. Returning his focus on his captors, the one called Cyrah doesn't wait long before trying to insert a third finger. The way her body trembles reveals that this is more than she's ever had before. Suddenly, Cyrah moves closer. With a wide step, she plants a large, pawlike foot on either side of his waist. By now, all three of her companions have stuffed the head of Harith's cock into their mouths, with varying degrees of success. He's harder than he's ever been, and every one of them knows it, especially Harith.

"Here we go girls. Me first, then after I cum, it'll be Habika's turn." Cyrah begins, her perfect female form looming over Harith like a lustful goddess.

"Why Habika?!" Annaliya complains.

"We use him in order of our age, because I said so, and I want to watch you squirm with anticipation." Cyrah answers.

Looking over her shoulder and down at Annaliya, who continues to stroke Harith's throbbing cock, her little sister glares with envy.

"... You're mean." Annaliya whines.

"At least I'm not last!" Cyrah's lips curl into a twisted grin.

"Don't rub it in, bitch,"

Squatting down, Cyrah steadies herself against Harith's chest. Habika and Anyango each take hold of his big, heavy cock, aiming it for Cyrah's little pussy, while Annaliya is content to playfully rub his thick medial ring. All are eager to see if this will even work; Cyrah is known amongst their tribe as being unusually tight; the witch doctor believes her lineage to be under a curse, as all three sisters have undersized loins, but the men of their tribe would beg to differ. The bulbous, flared head of Harith's dick presses against Cyrah's nether lips.

Carefully balancing with only her feet, she uses both hands to spread her loins, while Habika and Anyango keep Harith's cock from sliding away. With considerable force and struggle, Cyrah grunts and grits her teeth, bearing them as if to snarl as she pushes the zebra man's endowment into her taut body. The hyena woman's little pussy makes an audible popping sound as his head slips rather violently into place.

"HHNNNNNGGGGAAAAAHHHH!!!" Cyrah grunts, then gasps.

Harith's eyes bulge nearly out of his head. The poison makes his body numb, and heavy as a wet log, but his manhood feels absolutely everything. Cyrah's pussy burns hotter than the high noon sun or the communal cooking fires of his tribe's camp. Her vagina is as wet as any river; her juices are the slickest substance that he's ever felt in his life. Were it not for that, she would already be done, unable to move from the intense friction of his oversized cock being stuffed into her undersized loins.

With a subtle motion, her pussy sloshes and lubricating fluids seep from around her taut nether lips, but only just. It runs down Harith's enormous, equine cock, causing it to gleam like polished river stones. Both her sisters and their friend, Anyango, are in awe as Cyrah struggles to fit her new lover. Slowly inching her way down, she takes up to four inches of his foot-long cock, before she finally falters. Slumping forward, her clawed hands slam into Harith's chest with a thud, as she struggles to balance herself.

"Careful! We don't want to hurt him, remember?" Habika warns.

"Hurt HIM?! Hhf... What about ME?!" Cyrah pants.

"Is it that uncomfortable?!" Anyango asks.

"... A little." A wincing Cyrah replies.

"Pfft... Weak bitch." Annaliya snickers.

"Shut up! Hhf! You try and, hhf, fit this thing! Hhf! See how, hhf, easy it is, hhf, for you!" Cyrah snarls.

"Don't mind if I do!" Annaliya gleefully retorts.

"That's, hhf, not what, hhf, I meant." Cyrah groans.

Gritting her teeth from the struggle to adapt to Harith's immense size, Cyrah slowly lowers herself even more. Spreading her legs as far apart as she can, the eldest and strongest amongst the women tries her best to prove that she can handle the zebra man better than the others. Harith lay paralyzed, trapped in silent ecstasy. Cyrah's pussy feels so good! He can't believe that he hasn't cum already, but something prevents him. A side effect of the dart's toxin, perhaps? With her legs spread almost uncomfortably wide, Cyrah bends her knees, drawing her shins and feet toward Harith's legs.

Her three companions move out of her way, sitting back and watching with glee, massaging and fingering their eager vaginas. They know that it'll eventually be their turn; not one of them will go without feeling the zebra's manhood penetrating them. Cyrah lowers herself even further, arching her back as she rams Harith's cock into her little cunt. She spears herself with his imposing phallus, pushing it in, until six of his twelve inches is hidden within her. Another inch pushes in and she feels something strange. Opening her eyes and peering down, between her large breasts, she leans forward for a better view.

Harith's medial ring has pressed against her nether lips! The black flesh of the ring kisses the black flesh of her vagina. So thick is the ring that it covers her clitoris! Her lubricating fluids seep onto the ring, slowly coating it. Shifting her gaze to Harith's face, Cyrah prepares to get to work, only to notice something intriguing. The zebra Voeldahn's eyes are rolling back in his head. She swivels her hips, rocking his cock within her. One rotation is all it takes, and Cyrah has to stop. He's just so fat and so exotically shaped that she can barely handle the pleasure he brings her. She winces again, but this time from pleasure.

"Why'd you stop?!" Annaliya asks.

"Yeah, it looked really good!" Anyango chirps.

"Does it feel really good?" Habika wonders.

"Y-yeah... It's... Mmmm-unbelievable." Cyrah coos.

Slowing her breathing, Cyrah bounces very subtly; just a quick shift, up and down. Harith's medial ring, now damp from her pussy juice, softly slaps against her nether lips. The feeling of his flared cock-head moving within her undersized loins pulls more pleasure out of her than she could've ever imagined possible. Harith, meanwhile, cannot fathom feeling such splendor and not cumming. Gzifa wasn't half as tight, and while just as warm and wet, her larger, more accommodating loins took away from his pleasure when compared to the hyena woman.

With her breaths slowing and her body relaxing, Cyrah tremors. With each passing second her pleasure grows, but so does her strength. With her clawed hands pressing firmly against his chest, Cyrah does her best to pleasure herself, while also putting on a show for her companions, especially her bratty, baby-sister. Plop, plop, plop, as his wet, medial ring strikes her nether lips.

"Nng. Nng. Ahh. So, nng, fucking, nng, big!" Cyrah grunts.

"Mmmm-he looks like he's really tearing your pussy up." Anyango remarks.

"Oh, if only he could move." Annaliya sighs, driving a third finger into her little hole.

"I, ahh, don't, ahh, need him, ahh, to move! Mmm-watch!"

With that boast, Cyrah pushes harder and harder against his medial ring. The other three women remain silent as they watch with awe, witnessing as their leader struggles with the zebra man. She sits atop his cock and swivels her hips, pushing hard. So large is the white and black striped stallion that his girth more than fits between the natural gap betwixt Cyrah's legs; she's already at her limit and can barely spread her pussy even wider, using both hands. However, she manages to inch herself further down. With another audible pop, Harith's medial ring slips into her cunt, and her force and weight drives another two inches into her body.

"AAAHHHHGGGAAAHHHDD!" She screams.

With eyes wide, the other females watch as Cyrah cums hard, her little pussy squirting, or at least trying too. With Harith's manhood plugging her love tunnel, it's a trickle at first, but lifting herself up so that the ring pops out reveals the eruption. A stream of fluid, like a geyser, splashes Harith's cock and balls and even Annaliya's face, as she was far too close, admiring the sight.

"Woah!" Annaliya slumps back, her fingers still wriggling about in her pussy. "That's amazing!"

"I didn't know you could do that!" Anyango remarks.

"N-n-neither... Hhff! Neither did I!" Cyrah gasps for breath.

Unsatisfied with only one orgasm, Cyrah keeps going. She can't help but grin as Annaliya realizes that her eldest sister is not done, by far. This also sets a precedent; how much longer must the eighteen-year-old wait?! Up and down Cyrah rides, swiftly stuffing Harith's medial ring back into her body. She moves further and further down, but soon she feels a pain. This isn't a pain that will morph into pleasure, like before. Harith's engorged head bumps into her cervix; she's bottomed out.

Looking down, the woman is disappointed that she cannot fit any longer than eight inches, however, he's the largest that she'll probably ever experience again, so she may as well enjoy him, while she can. Resting her hands on Harith's shoulders, she leans far forward, using his body to support herself, and taking some of the pressure off of her knees. She stares into his eyes, seeing the pleasure that he's feeling. She knows much of men, and wonders why he hasn't cum inside of her yet. Perhaps the toxin has affected him? Admittedly, Cyrah has never used it to paralyze a man before sex; most of their victims are other females, who have things they might wish to steal.

In any case, she watches him as she rocks her hips, bucking against the motionless zebra Voeldahn as she stuffs several inches of his big phallus into and out of her quivering vaginal canal, over and over and over again. Soon, his medial ring slips out, but Cyrah doesn't stop. She stuffs him right back into her with a hard push and a violent rocking of her hips. The force of the thick flesh tearing into her body forces out another orgasmic wave. Feminine juices shoot out of her loins, flowing like a waterfall and spraying all over her lover's genitals.

"Hey, watch it!" Anyango remarks, splashed with fluid.

"Mmmm-sorry. I c-can't help, m-myself." Cyrah sighs, her voice weakening.

The pleasure is indescribable, almost unbearable, but still she doesn't stop. She almost cannot, though she is also enjoying denying her youngest sister this pleasure; she loves to tease young Annaliya. Rocking her hips and pushing herself upright, Cyrah rests her hands atop his stomach as she gives him all that she has left. Harith would be writhing in ecstasy right now, if he could writhe. He can hardly stomach her ministrations, wishing that he could release. It's almost torturous, being unable to fill her uterus with his life-creating seed.

It doesn't take long, and soon Cyrah flops forward, squirting yet again as she cums for the third time in barely ten minutes. Her body grows weak, and her muscles tremor. She feels like an old woman, barely able to rise from the rock upon which she sits and suns herself. Harith has brought her so much physical pleasure, that she almost wishes she could keep him. The men of her tribe would surely kill him on sight, however; they would never be able to compete, and they could never let that stand. With a shift of her hips, Cyrah tries for a fourth, but she just doesn't have the strength left.

"Nnnn..." She trembles, holding out a hand.

"Are you done?" Habika asks.

"Nnn... Mm-hm." Cyrah nods, unable to even speak words.

"That good, huh?" Anyango asks, helping Habika lift up Cyrah.

"Mm-hm." Cyrah nods again.

"Wow!" Annaliya grins from cheek to cheek.

Setting Cyrah down a few feet from Harith, she promptly flops back, her breasts jiggling as she struggles to even keep her eyes open.

"Fucked into unconsciousness. I can live with that!" Annaliya giggles excitedly.

Annaliya waits for a quip, an angry demand to stop talking, or even a grumble. Looking closer at the exhausted and thoroughly pleasured Cyrah, though, whose vagina is visibly stretched from Harith's manhood, she doesn't even receive a frustrated glance. Her eldest sister is so worn out and so properly pleasured that she can't even open her eyes. She lay there, spread like an eagle and panting for air. Annaliya finds herself a little hesitant, but also more curious. Turning her head to look back at the zebra man, she is surprised to see that Habika is already mounting him.

With her legs spread, and her feet beside his legs, she squats down, using Anyango's help to guide the heavy organ into place. With his drenched and slick phallus, glistening like glass in the summer sun, she pushes herself down atop him.

"HHHNNNNNN-SHIT!" Habika grunts.

The flared head stretches her milk chocolate colored flesh and burrows slowly into her cunt, stretching her to fit. Her self-penetration with his stationary manhood is made much easier, after all of the work that Cyrah had done; she's lubed him up thoroughly for the others. Her closed eyes shoot up and her hands slam uncontrollably into Harith's chest as she feels the rim of his tip popping into place.

"AHH-GODS!" She cries out.

"Are you alright?" Anyango asks, looming over Habika, her best friend.

"Nnn... Mm-hm." Habika nods.

Slowly, she pushes herself down onto the big phallus, feeling her insides spreading apart as she drives him further and further into her little body. Her large, DD-cup breasts jiggle as she breathes erratically, struggling with his enormous manhood. The hyena keeps lowering herself, until she needs to rest on her knees and shins. Her pawlike feet press against Harith's toned legs, her claws digging into him as she impulsively flexes her toes. Soon, she feels a strange sensation, and looks down to find his medial ring concealing her nether lips and brown clitoris.

"Nnnn-yeah... Here I go, girls." She softly pants.

Taking a breath, Habika raises herself up, then lowers back down, pressing the flesh against hers. She repeats this, as if preparing for something. Sitting down and slipping her fingers back into her pussy, both Anyango and Annaliya watch as Habika suddenly rams herself down onto Harith's big, throbbing cock. The medial ring smashes into her nether lips before pushing into them. The popping sound is mixed with the sloshing of her fluids. Habika screams, her clawed fingers squeezing Harith's chest, digging her claws into him. Unfortunately for him, he can only feel how tight her loins are.

Habika is certainly smaller than any of the four, zebra girl's that he's already had sex with in his tribe, but she isn't quite as tight as Cyrah. In her case, this is actually even more pleasurable; she isn't as vice-like on his manhood. His head shifts, moving against his will as Habika begins her work, bouncing violently up and down. He can barely control his own eyes, which roll back from the pleasure she gives him; it's as though he's already orgasming and just cannot release his fertile seed. After a time, however, he is finally able to look, and watches with glee as Habika's breasts, the largest of them all, bounce, jiggle and sway.

She rides him with such skill; she's certainly perfected this position. Her previous lovers were lucky men, indeed. Up and down, schlop, schlop, schlop; his medial ring is driven into and out of her trembling womanhood. To his amazement, she takes even more of him than Cyrah was able too. He can feel the heat of her loins enveloping him, inching even closer to his base, like a hungry animal devouring his manhood. However, seeing her little pussy swallowing ten out of his twelve inches is something else entirely. The view is so wonderfully alluring; where he able to, he'd cum right now.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh-fuck! I'm! AGGGHHH!!!"

Sitting down hard, Habika orgasms, her loins squirting a geyser of clear fluid as she moves him in and out with little strokes. Her body is so tense, that she takes a moment to relax before she can keep going.

"Ahh! Ahh! If only, ahh, you could, ahh, fuck me yourself. Mmmm-I'd love to, ahh, lay back and, ahh, take it." Habika speaks sweetly to the paralyzed man.

If he could talk, he'd certainly agree. Being unable to respond to these four goddesses of women is maddening, even more than being unable to take control of them, or to cum. With her strength returning, Habika tries for more orgasms, riding Harith to her heart's content, as Annaliya suspected she would. However, after a few good thrusts, Habika does something unexpected. She lifts herself off of Harith; his rock-hard cock slips out of her pussy and slams into his stomach and chest, knocking the wind out of his paralyzed body.

"Sis?" Annaliya raises a brow.

"What're you doing?" Anyango asks.

"I want to watch, and play with his balls." Habika replies.

With a knee in the dirt and a foot on the ground, Habika reaches back and grabs the base of Harith's cock.

"Wow, he's heavy." She chuckles as she lifts up his manhood.

Poising him to enter her, she pushes herself back against him. With her nether lips and vaginal canal both already thoroughly stretched by the zebra's long, girthy penis, she doesn't struggle nearly as much this time around. Sliding down his endowed cock, she grins from cheek to cheek, baring her teeth with a sinister lust as she takes as much of him as she can. With childlike delight she watches as Harith's huge, glossy, charcoal black penis is pushed deeper and deeper into her milk chocolate pussy. Resting on her knees, she sits back, admiring the enormous testicles that sit just beneath her groin. Reaching a hand down, Harith can feel Habika as she lifts his balls, one in each hand.

"Hah. These are, hhf, something else!" She laughs. "I bet, hhf, he has, hhf, more cum in, hhf, these than, hhf, every man, hhf, in our tribe, hhf, put together!"

Annaliya and Anyango smirk, watching as Habika plays with the zebra's oversized balls. She carefully sways them in her palms as she rocks back and forth, occasionally swiveling her hips and really moving Harith's cock inside of her. As the pleasure builds exponentially, Habika rather coldly drops his balls, which strike his buttocks and jiggle betwixt his legs. Leaning forward and grabbing his shins, Habika slides her body back and forth, jamming as much as six inches of his manhood into and out of her trembling pussy at a time. Annaliya suddenly giggles, watching her older sister having her fun.

"Nngf, nngf, what's, nngf, so, nngf, funny?!" She asks, gasping for breath.

"You told us not to hurt him; you made us promise, but you've done the most damage. You've scratched up his chest and legs and you just dropped his poor balls!"

Realizing this, Habika smirks.

"Ahh-I, nngf, just can't, nngf, help myself. NNNGGFF! He's sooo, hhf, fucking good!"

With his eyes turned down, he watches her taking his hung organ like a pro, nearly enveloping his whole member. Like Cyrah, she isn't able to fit him to the base, but she does better than Cyrah did, and she has the strength to try other positions. He's thankful for the chance to thoroughly enjoy the visual pleasure of his phallus pulverizing her taut womanhood. She drops her head and winces as the wave comes, abruptly and with great power. Barely able to move, she pushes herself very slowly down Harith's big cock as she cums hard, squirting all over him.

"HhnnnnnNNNNAAAHHHH!!!" She grunts and then squeals.

Habika's whole body trembles like a leaf in a strong breeze, her vaginal canal clamping down on him even tighter than she already is as she's consumed by her pleasure. It's all he would do to be able to finally release; he's felt himself on the precipice of cumming ever since Cyrah took him beyond his medial ring. Habika pauses, shivering as she holds herself up by his legs, two-thirds of his penis driven into her supple body.

"Are you alright?" Anyango finally asks, breaking the silence.

"Mm-hm..." Habika nods.

"So, are you done, or what?" Annaliya grows more frustrated.

"I'm keeping up with Cyrah. I've got one more in me, at least."

"Then hurry it up!"

Leaning over, Annaliya takes her fingers from her own vagina and grabs Habika's perfectly formed ass. With a hard push, she shoves her sister down onto Harith's cock, causing her older sister to throw her head back and squeal. With Annaliya now directing her, Habika continues her ride, doing all that she can to get another wave of pleasure out of the motionless zebra man. Anyango feels a tension building within her. She is also eager for her turn. Crawling closer, she moves around the mass of flesh and fur, reaching the man's head. Staying on her knees, she crawls until they brush past Harith's shoulders.

Annaliya watches her the entire time, her hands on her sister's hips and ass as she guides her ride of the zebra, hoping that she'll finish faster. Anyango takes a hand, spreading her nether lips for Harith, as if to tease him. His eyes stare right at her dark chocolate colored flesh. Oh, how he wishes he could lick her right now. Anyango lifts a leg, placing her big, pawlike foot just beneath his armpit. With her hands on his sides, at the base of his ribcage, Anyango holds herself steady and squats over Harith's face.

"What're you doing?" Annaliya asks.

"Oh, just playing." Anyango replies with a wink.

Lowering herself, she presses her loins into Harith's muzzle, rubbing her pussy lips over his equine nose. His eyes roll back in his head, as much from the pleasure that Habika's pussy brings him, but also from the amazing, faintly floral aroma of Anyango's vagina. After rubbing her loins against his nose, she moves herself just a tiny bit lower, pushing her quivering flesh against his lips. Harith would kill to give her even the tiniest lick. He would do more than that, but to be teased like this without every tasting her flesh is unbearable.

"Mmmm-how long does it take for that toxin to wear off? ... ... Cyrah?"

Anyango looks over, surprised to see that Cyrah is sound asleep; the pleasure was too much, as was the strain, and now she slumbers through all of their loud and carnal intercourse.

"Heh. Nevermind."

Anyango keeps rubbing her nether lips all over Harith's lips and nose, smearing her juices onto his face. Meanwhile, Habika, with Annaliya's help, forces out another hard orgasm. She's so weary from the waves of pleasure that, like Cyrah, Habika almost can't get up. With a bit of help from Annaliya, however, and a short rest, Habika climbs up from Harith's impressive manhood. His big phallus flops out of her pussy and swings toward Anyango like a club. However, waiting for this moment, she catches his penis, holding it up as she slides herself down Harith's entire body.

By the time Annaliya helps Habika lie back, near the sleeping Cyrah, Anyango already teases her hole with the extremely endowed organ. Annaliya watches as Anyango pushes in Harith's bulbous head, stuffing it into her pussy as well. Unlike her sisters, Anyango isn't abnormally small; though smaller than a zebra Voeldahn, she's better prepared for her lover's incredible size. With a subtle pop, his slimy cock-head slips into place, locking itself into her hungry vagina. In the same position that Habika had been in, her back facing Harith and her hands on his shins, Anyango begins her own session.

"MMM-YES! AHH! SO, HHF, GOOD!" She exclaims.

Sitting down between their static lover's legs, Annaliya fingers herself and massages her ample breasts. She watches Anyango, who has a body very similar in form to hers. Both have C-cup breasts, a slender waist and wide hips, but somewhat plump asses. Aside from Annaliya having a much smaller vagina, noticeable even at a glance, their bodies are nearly identical, even in height and weight. Leaning back, she relaxes as Anyango, with eyes closed, thoroughly enjoys her plaything, rocking her hips and bucking as she shoves herself down onto his penis.

It isn't long before his medial ring pummels her dark chocolate colored nether lips, before also making its way inside. Deeper and deeper, Anyango takes her lover. Grunting, groaning and baring her teeth, she squeezes tightly to his shins as she pushes herself down atop him. Annaliya is left in a stunned silence, watching as Anyango soon takes all that Cyrah had taken within her. She keeps going, quickly matching Habika... And then she keeps going. With her eyes wide, Annaliya is flabbergasted by a magnificent sight; Anyango pushes the entire, twelve-inch zebra cock into her little pussy.

"NNNGGGFUUUCK! AHH-YEAH!" She growls.

"By the gods and goddesses!" Annaliya gasps.

"Nngf-yeah, you like, nngf, seeing that, nngf, don't you?"

"Y-yeah." Annaliya feels her face flushing beneath her fur.

"Do you think, nngf, you can, nngf, take it all?"

"I'll try!" Annaliya chirps.

"Ahh-good! He's sooo, nngf, damn good!" Anyango grins from cheek to cheek.

Harith's eyes nearly pop out of his head as he feels something rare; a woman's buttocks presses against his pelvis, and her nether lips rub the wrinkled flesh at the base of his cock, where his organ and sheath meet. Turning his eyes down, he watches in amazement as Anyango sits atop his lap, grinding her furry buttocks against him and really working his equine cock within her little pussy. If he could speak, he'd still be silent, in awe of her skills, and ability to fit him. The hyena girl takes him with more talent and vigor than any zebra girl in his tribe ever has.

Only Gzifa and one other female took him this far, and the other soon married another man, who is rumored to be just as big, if not bigger, than he is. Gzifa is the only female he's had sex with more than once, and even then, it wasn't very often. Swiveling and rocking her hips, Anyango reaches a hand down, playing with his big, full balls the way that Habika had done.

"I bet, nngf, his seed is, nngf, really strong!" She remarks, holding a testicle in each palm.

"I certainly think so!" Annaliya smirks.

"Do you, nngf, think I'll, nngf, get to feel it?"

"Do you want to?"

"I, nngf, don't know." Anyango admits.

"I'd love to feel it, but then I'd hate it too. Feeling a man filling me is so nice, but he has such huge balls! I imagine Habika is right; he must cum more than a dozen of our men, and that might be too much."

"Now I, nngf, really hope, nngf, he does." Anyango smirks. "Give me your, nngf, hot seed, hhf, you stud!" She barks at the silent and still paralyzed Harith.

If he could, he'd gladly obey. He would still try to give the fourth girl her turn, too! With a few hard thrusts, Anyango's pussy clamps down on the base of his cock like a vice, crushing his manhood at its lowest point. It's one of the best feelings in existence, to be squeezed by a woman's orgasming vagina, at the very base of your manhood. Harith's eyes roll back again, and a hoof subtly shifts.

"AHHHGGAAHH!!!" Anyango gasps.

"You don't squirt?" Annaliya raises a brow.

Anyango shakes her head, her eyes closed tightly from the pleasure. Moving her slender body atop his member, a thick and copious amount of creamy, off-white ooze smears all over Harith's big cock.

"Hehe. I cum like that too." Annaliya giggles.

"I, hhf, want to, hhf, fuck him differently." Anyango begins.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's, hhf, move him, hhf, to the tree, hhf, beside us."

Annaliya nods, agreeing to help Anyango move him. Lifting herself up, his erect penis flops from her pussy and lands with a thud against his body. His hoof twitches yet again, but so does a finger. With each girl struggling with all of their might, they manage to lift his trunk and rest Harith against the tree he originally wanted to sit beside. Wasting no time, Anyango, now reinvigorated, throws a leg over his lap and mounts him. She stuffs his endowment into her hungry loins, stretching them to their limit as she takes him down to the base in a single, fluid motion.

Annaliya watches in awe as Anyango swivels and rocks her hips, really working Harith's cock. With his head resting against the tree, it shifts and bounces slightly as Anyango rides him with considerable vigor. Rolling over to one side, a faint groan escapes Harith's lips, and he closes his eyes for the first time since he was shot with Cyrah's dart. Anyango doesn't even notice, and neither does Annaliya, who's busy staring at their genitals and masturbating. Plop, plop, plop, as Anyango bounces up and down atop her lover.

"I'm, nngf, gonna, nngf, hhnnnnNNNNAAAAHHH!!!"

The hyena girl squeals as she orgasms. Feeling the intense pleasure, Harith's hand shifts. Only when his moving hoof bumps Annaliya's leg does she notice his moving arm.

"Anyango!"

Before she can react, glancing over her shoulder at her friend, Anyango's eyes widen in horror. Harith wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. With a sudden and forceful push, he vaults himself from the tree, throwing Anyango onto her back and landing atop her on his weakened forearms and knees. Annaliya scrambles to her pawlike feet, swaying as she shakily heads for Cyrah.

"Ahh!" Anyango cries out.

"Hey! Cyrah, he's awake! Get up!"

"Ahh! Ahh! Oh, by the gods! Ahh! And Goddesses! AHH-YES!"

Annaliya pauses, turning back to watch. To her astonishment, their victim isn't killing Anyango at all. She quietly chuckles as she cocks her head, watching as the zebra man takes big, long strokes and rams his enormous cock into and out of Anyango's pussy. He forcefully moves as much as eight inches per stroke, his huge balls slapping Anyango's furry buttocks. She looks into his eyes, only for Harith to plant the most passionate of kisses upon her lips, his thrusts only gaining speed. Thwap, thwap, thwap, slowly at first but ever increasing as he moves faster and harder.

"AHH! AHH! AHHHHHGGGAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Anyango squeals as she cums for the third time. With her body oozing her familiar cream, it smears all over the charcoal black flesh of Harith's cock and balls, yet he doesn't stop or even slow down. Harith feels the pleasure, but the toxin hasn't fully worn-off; he still can't cum. It angers him that he cannot release, so in response, he plows Anyango's little body even harder. Swiftly enjoying a fourth orgasm, she can barely breathe, let alone grip her lover, who tries so hard to give her every last drop. Annaliya realizes something; the zebra man doesn't seem to notice her. She still has a turn!

She's certain that he'll give her the turn she so desperately desires. Thwap, thwap, thwap, as he fucks her friend harder and faster. She needs to act fast, before Anyango can claim his seed and he isn't able to enjoy the teenager's body as well. Annaliya is quick to act, dropping to her hands and knees nearby.

"Hey, stud!" Annaliya calls out.

Harith pauses his thrusts. He looks down at the trembling and nearly unconscious Anyango, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth agape, her tongue hanging out as she pants.

"Stud!"

He turns his head, following the voice. He'd almost forgotten about the youngest!

"That's right, big guy. You've got another cock-sleeve right here." She coos, shaking her ass for him.

To Annaliya's delight and nervousness, Harith pulls his massive manhood out of Anyango's body, leaving her behind in the dirt, like half-eaten fruit. He crawls on his knees toward her. Only about ten feet away to begin with, it still takes him a moment. Reaching her, he places his powerful hands on her ass. He gives her butt a squeeze.

"Ooh!" She jumps.

Gripping her hips, he pokes at her nether lips with his endowment, the largest she's ever seen or handled.

"That's right. Take me nahhh-AAHHH!"

She's cut off mid-sentence as Harith stuffs the engorged head of his cock into her taut pussy. He spreads her nether lips, stretching them to their limits as he violates the eighteen-year-old hyena girl's cunt with his massive, zebra cock. He shows her no consideration, overcome with the desire to finish; it's a single-minded goal to cum inside of her. Falling forward as her arms buckle from a bit of pain and pleasure, Annaliya can't help but marvel at the fact that she's really doing it; she's taking the zebra, like the others before her. He's every bit as good as she was hoping he'd be, the pain swiftly melting away and replaced with ecstasy.

The hyena girl has never felt so full in her life; if she'd been fisted it wouldn't be nearly as good as this. She feels his enormous manhood driving deeper and deeper into her, filling her vaginal canal. First the head, then the next few inches go in. Harith keeps pushing. Five inches, six inches, then his medial ring smacks her jet-black pussy lips. Harith keeps pushing. Forcing the ring into her cunt, he gives her more, and more. Eight inches, then nine, and then ten. How can she fit this?! Where are her organs going?! If she weren't so overcome by pleasure, she'd laugh at the mere question.

Eleven inches, and then, finally, all twelve. She feels his big, heavy, full balls working their way betwixt her legs, fighting each other for the right to the space. The wrinkled flesh at the base of his manhood, where his phallus and sheath meet, presses into her nether lips. Harith groans with pleasure and holds himself in place, his powerful hands caressing her shapely body before squeezing her hips. He gives her all of a few seconds before he starts his work.

"AAHHH-FUUUCK!" She screams.

Grunting and groaning, Harith rams his manhood into and out of Annaliya's taut pussy. Her arms curl inward, bending at the elbows as she uses her forearms to cradle her head. With mouth agape, her tongue hangs out as she pants and gasps, drooling on herself as she basks in the pleasures of the zebra man.

"Nng! Nng! Nng!" He grunts, ramming his cock into her as if she were his personal toy. "Nng, by the gods! Nng! Your cunt, nng, is so, nng, fucking good!"

"Ahh! Fuck me, stud! Ahh! Fuck your, ahh, little whore!"

Taking one of his strong hands away from her hips, the teenage Harith gives Annaliya's ass a firm smack, startling her. For the first time, she feels something other than his massive cock filling her. Glancing over her shoulder, she watches as he grunts and groans, looking down at her as if she were just an object. His powerful organ plows into her quivering cunt, as if it belonged there this entire time. Her plump ass jiggles as he ravages her, gripping her hips with both hands and yanking her back like a toy. Submission washes over her, causing Annaliya to lay still while her zebra lover uses the hyena girl's pussy to his heart's content.

Thrust after hard thrust builds her up. Soon, Harith is moving so fast and with such long strokes, that in one second's time, he brings half of his cock out of her body, pulling his medial ring from her hole, only to drive the entire thing back inside of her, pummeling her poor pussy with the engorged flesh. Thrust after thrust, she can feel it building, and within only a few minutes of lying there like Harith's cock sleeve, Annaliya orgasms harder than she's ever orgasmed before.

"AAAHHHH!!!" She squeals as she cums.

Creamy ooze flows over his big cock, smearing on his flesh as he pounds his member in and out, over and over. His medial ring continues to yank itself from her loins, before bashing its way back in and running along the sensitive walls of her vaginal canal, as he sheaths himself to the hilt with each stroke. Looking down, he slows his thrusts and watches his handiwork.

"Rrrrr... That damn toxin is making it so hard to cum. Roll over!" He growls.

He pulls away from Annaliya, yanking his manhood from her loins. With her legs weak, she can hardly comply. Growing frustrated, Harith grabs her leg and rolls her swiftly, as if she were a mere doll. Grabbing his cock by the base, he smacks it hard against her abused pussy. Turning her head up, she looks at her friends. Cyrah is still unconscious, and the others are no better. She realizes that at this point, none of the women could oppose him; she must comply with him whether she wants to or not. She's never lost control like this before, and it unnerves her.

Now with a hint of fear washing over her, she nervously watches as her zebra lover looms over her. Grabbing her hips, he hoists her into the air, his cock running along her stomach. He pushes her away, grinding her back into the dirt as he lines her up. No sooner does the head of his heavy cock begin to slide over her nether lips, he swiftly pulls at her, dragging her back over the dirt and ramming his phallus deep into her.

"HnnnnnAAHHH!" She grunts and then cries out.

"Yeah! Take it, you little slut!" Harith growls, a sadistic smile on his face.

Planting his palms in the dirt, his arms over each of her shoulders, Annaliya cannot slide away as he begins his work. Curling his muscular core, Harith drives his exceptional manhood into her taut loins, stretching her vaginal canal to its limit. Soon, he forces his medial ring back inside, his body shivering as he begins to feel even more sensation.

"Oooooohhhh-fuuuuuuck!" He groans, quivering in pleasure. "That's better!"

Looking up, she can tell from his reaction that Cyrah's toxic dart has entirely worn off. It won't be long now. Leaning in, Harith kisses her neck rather violently, rocking his hips and pumping his cock into and out of her little pussy. He no longer needs long, hard and fast strokes, instead leaving most of his member within her. Annaliya trembles as he necks her, feeling as if she's being claimed. It's not quite what she'd imagined, but she cannot escape now. Harith steals a kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Annaliya can taste Anyango's pussy juice on his lips.

In and out, over and over, he rocks his hips and drives his hung, black, equine cock as far into her as he can. Annaliya can feel his full, heavy balls rubbing against the fur of her plump ass, and for the first time she's afraid of what they contain.

"Oooohhh-fuuuck! That's it!" He groans.

Rocking his hips, he reaches a hand down, holding himself up by a forearm. She can feel his fingers brush her anus, as he teases her stretched, jet-black pussy lips. As nervous as she is, being dominated in such a manner, she feels the burning within her growing stronger. With every flex of his core, he also wiggles his member within her pussy, and no matter how unfamiliar the position, she feels the pleasure swelling. It only takes a few more moments.

"Nnn... Nnn. Nnn! NnnnnAAAAAHHHGGAAHH!" She squeals, as if trying to form words.

"Nngf-yeah! Nngf-take it! Nngf-just like that!" He grunts in between his slow and methodical thrusts.

Annaliya claws at his chest and biceps, even squeezing his lone forearm above her left shoulder, but he doesn't even flinch. Harith is far too absorbed in his mounting pleasure. As a response, however, he leans forward. Pressing his muscular chest against her breasts, he smooshes their bodies together. Holding himself up by only his left forearm, he moves the right from above her shoulder, bringing it down with the other and sliding it behind Annaliya's perfect ass. He grips her buttocks, now holding a cheek in each hand, as he holds himself up by both forearms. He thrusts a little harder, faster, and even deeper, grinding his sheath-flesh into her nether lips.

"NNGF! NNGF! That's it! NNGF! Almost!" He growls.

"AHH! AHH! WAIT! AHH! NO!" She cries out.

Annaliya frantically claws at his back, scratching him deeply. Harith, the kinky fellow that he is, enjoys this.

"NNNGGGFF-Yeah! Harder, baby! I know you want my cum! NNGF! NNGF! Here it comes!"

"AAAHHH! AAAHHH! PLEASE!!! AAAGGGHHHH!!!"

"NNGF! HnnnnnrrrrRRAAAHH!" Harith roars.

Annaliya cums hard, creaming all over Harith's cock. Her pussy grips him like a hot, wet, velvety vice as it seemingly milks his member for every last drop. Jet after powerful jet flows from his balls, which she can feel pulling closer. The force of his projections and the sheer volume is what causes the most powerful orgasm of her short life. Shivering uncontrollably, Annaliya takes what must be a full pint of seminal fluid, which somehow never spills out of her loins. Harith shakes and shivers, occasionally jolting and inadvertently ramming his equine cock even deeper. All it does is slosh around his fertile seed.

"Ooooohhhh-yeeessss... THAT! ... Was some good sex!" He sighs with relief.

Looking down, all Annaliya can see is the zebra man pressed against her body, his buttocks in the air. The long, black strands of his tail sway with delight as he jolts a few more times. He seems to hold himself in as if purposefully making sure that she accepts his seed. Shivering now from the fear of pregnancy, Annaliya briefly regrets ever setting eyes on Harith, but the aftereffects of the orgasms that still wash through her make her feel conflicted. Finally, Harith pulls himself back. Sssccchhlop, as the zebra Voeldahn's massive, equine penis is pulled from her loins.

"Wow! Look at that! You took it all, baby!" He chirps.

Annaliya looks down, horrified by the sight of his enormous organ, only now beginning to lose its erection. It hangs half-flaccid, as it his penis is also leaning over to admire its own handiwork. Struggling to sit up, she looks down at her loins, which are extremely stretched. Only by her shifting does even a drop of his seed come out. Harith's cum is so potent, it runs like tree sap, a tiny bit seeping out from her used hole. Tapping it with a finger, she pulls her hand away to find a huge gob at the end, unwilling to leave her hungry cunt. Her breathing hastens.

"Damn!" Harith flops back in the dirt. "That's thicker than usual. Without the herbs, that's a baby for sure... Heh... Maybe even twins!"

Looking around, Annaliya scours for anything that she can use. To her surprise, Anyango, who barely had the strength to move, somehow collected Cyrah's tube of darts. With what energy she had left, Anyango rolls the tube toward Annaliya, who swiftly pops the cap from the tube and collects several toxic darts. Sitting up, Harith begins to scoot closer to the girl, convinced that she enjoyed every last second of it. Fearful because of her lack of control, not upset over a lack of pleasure, Annaliya swiftly jams two darts into his right bicep with one, hard swing.

"Ow! Hey! Tha-... Wasn't... Verrrrr-... Ni-"

Harith slumps back, sprawling out on the ground as he's once again paralyzed. Setting the tube aside, Annaliya lays back, overcome by the sensation to sleep. Slowly opening his eyes, Harith sees the stars in the sky and hears the crickets chirping. Bolting upright, he wonders if it was all a dream, but one look at his bicep proves that it wasn't. He takes a hand and grabs his genitals, before bringing his hand to his nostrils. They flare as he sniffs, catching the distinctly floral aroma of the four, hyena girl's pussies. With a wide smile, he looks around, but they've gone. Where did they go?

"I guess they just wanted a taste." He sighs. "... And with that out of my system, maybe I'll take Gzifa up on her offer. Stability might be nice." He thinks aloud.

Drinking from the stream, Harith collects his clothes and water gourd. Before leaving, he pauses, looking down at his genitals. Wading into the water, he thoroughly washes their sweet smell from his cock and balls, so as not to arouse suspicion; he's certain that once he tells Gzifa that he'll marry her, she'll want to take him then and there. Why should she know what he's been doing today? Racing back to his camp, he returns just before dawn, to Gzifa's delight.

"I can't believe he came in me..." Annaliya murmurs, staring into the water.

"Hey, you're the lucky one." Cyrah retorts, pouring water over her breasts as she washes. "I'd have love to feel cum that 'oozes like honey'."

"Me too!" Habika chirps.

"He held me down when he came in me! If I was on top or he was still asleep, maybe... By the Gods and Goddesses, I'm going to get pregnant! This was so stupid!" Annaliya whines.

"I have no regrets." Cyrah retorts once more.

"Neither do I." Anyango agrees.

"Me neither!" Habika giggles.

As the hyena girls bathe in the stream, some miles from where they'd left Harith, four, young, lion Voeldahn men watch from the safety of a nearby bush. Davu, the eldest and leader, watches Cyrah, admiring her form. Chane, his best friend, eyes Habika like a prime cut of meat. Unable to help himself, he strokes his own erection.

"Hey..." Chata, the middle brother grumbles. "I'm right here, man, and I don't want to see that."

"Sorry." Chane whispers, pulling his hand away.

"Are we going to take them?" Bakari, the youngest brother asks.

"Why not?" Davu grins, taking up a blowgun and his tube of toxic darts.

"Okay, but let's not hurt these ones... They're so cute."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Davu says, readying a dart.