Savanna Hijinks (2/2)
#13 of Fantasy Stuff
There was something lurking out in the tall grass. A pair of embers in the tone of the sunset. They appeared with no hint of approaching danger, until the fanged leonine face bared its teeth. Dreadlocks tumbled down her neck and to her bare shoulders, and then she began to rise up out of the crouch with her spear leading the way.
The Lioness was all lean muscle under light tan fur. Her tits were pointy, offering plenty of cleavage contained in the leather chestpiece she wore. A mere cloth dangled between wide hips and below the fit, toned loins with just a tuft of lighter, softer fur peeking over the waistband.
Even granted those tall ears of his, he would have had to stand on tiptoes to be as high as her knees. The Fox-Gnoll did not move or make any indication that he was concerned with anything else. All he did was wag his tail as his eyes roamed over her scantily clad body.
It was starting to get confusing. Normally her prey didn't have so much time to appreciate her figure. It wouldn't take long before adrenaline and fury flared, putting strength into a strike that would leave the target just another victim of the Crimson Lioness.
The thrill of the hunt built up to...Nothing. The flames within her guttered out. It was as if she were doused in a rainstorm all at once.
Now it was the Fox-Gnoll's turn. He stood up, pushing a fat belly up on his squat, thick legs. Fur around his muzzle was slightly faded- he was an older example of his species. He was wearing a pair of Gazelle hooves repurposed with strings and cloth into shoes. They made him just a bit taller, all the easier to swing his gigantic nuts around. Those things could create a lot of offspring- he could probably turn her entire bloodline into Fox-Gnolls, easily.
She shook her head and snarled at the thought. But just as easily he flicked his ears. The Lioness had a very keen nose that had led her straight to him. Though she couldn't even guess that it just made things easier for the pheromones to rewrite her instincts.
Like it or not, her body was responding to an alpha male and not the appetizer she saw with her eyes. Strength was leaving her, as if the hunt was already over and it was time to lounge on a rock and soak in the fading heat of the day.
No. She wouldn't let this insignificant Fox-Gnoll get the better of her. With a show of teeth and halfhearted growl, she thrust the spear toward his soft belly. Only to impale the ground just inches from where he stood. The Fox-Gnoll didn't so much as blink. He seemed to take this as an invitation. He kicked off his hoof shoes and walked forward. Despite being so plump, his natural agility came into play as he made a tightrope walk straight up the spear.
His nose and whiskers plunged into her cleavage as his tail wagged wildly, clearly he liked whatever he was spelunking for. She dropped her weapon and stood up straight as his tail flicked her in the face several times while he squeezed himself between her tits. Meeting his eyes now, she found him tucked comfortably into her cleavage looking quite happy with the situation.
At her side, her claws bristled as she brought her hand up to snatch the little perverted creature off her breasts. Again the rage drained away in the time it took to grab him. The tips of her claws barely made it to his fur and she gently scratched his back. The gesture could be nothing but affectionate. Her bared teeth faded as her ears lowered. She blinked. Then sheepishly tilted her head down and their lips met.
Sharp as it was, the Fox-Gnoll had no qualms about exploring her mouth. His tongue lapped deep and wrestled with her own. He stood on her tits, pressing himself into her. Mating was as much his game as hunting was hers. She was too curious to help herself, and with a couple flicks of her claw she disrobed for him.
Tits were already perky before they came out into the open air, to stand firmly in different directions budding away from the relatively slender body. Pink nipples stood out from the fur, sensitive enough that just his gaze falling on them was enough to excite her. From the tight line of her pussy, a thin thread of fluid dangled only visible when it shined in the sunlight. Crystal clear and untasted.
When he pulled back, their lips parted with a smack. She moved a dreadlock behind an ear. In full, her longing face and fertile body was presented. His own responded then, as she watched with steadily widening eyes.
His cock emerged, pushing its way up from beneath the round belly and then swinging up against it. Thickening and extending into a grotesquely huge appendage that really should not belong to such a soft featured little thing. It rested against her forehead and thick seed dripped and oozed down her face. Her nostrils flared pushed up against the fat balls she had been mesmerized by earlier.
She stroked his back as she licked the shaft and tongued his balls, him hanging on to her dreadlocks. As she did so, his cock bobbed high above and dripped down increasing spatters of seed until her head and face was soaked.
Once the knot started to swell, she reached up and lifted him off her breasts. She sank to her knees, placing him on the ground right between her spread thighs. His hands embraced her, reaching around to her butt. Fingers pressed into the cheeks as he spread them out and then let them bounce back into place.
She was purring by the time he began to press himself inside her pussy and stretch it out thoroughly on the way in. The old Fox-Gnoll had done this many times and was looking forward to doing it many more. He knew that the squeeze on his cock was a pristine pussy that had yet to be explored. It gave him an extra rush as he held on to her and began to thrust at a steady clip.
Her tail flickering madly behind her as she struggled to ride the cock thundering through her insides. Her tits were bouncing from his surprisingly forceful thrusts slamming into her. His knot was swelling up, slapping loudly against her pussy but not quite making its way inside. She swung her legs around, locking them around him and pressed them closer. Finally the knot popped inside causing her to exhale a painful yet pleasured snarl.
And now the deal was all but sealed. With a twitch of his cock, a flexing of muscles powerful enough to bounce his balls he filled her. A second twitch and hot seed exploded out from where they were joined. She felt warmth spatter the bottom of her tits, clinging and dripping down across her stomach.
In the aftermath she sunk back, folding her upper half backwards to lay on the grass and catch her breath. But it wasn't long before he was ready to go again. The knot had barely deflated enough to let him pull out of her. Seeing the soaked pussy, he began to stiffen and was soon poking at her once more.
The small creature's incredible stamina left the huge Lioness passed out from multiple orgasms. More importantly he left her womb seeded. The cradle of the royal leonine bloodline flooded with Fox-Gnoll seed and soon to begin growing him his latest huge litter.
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Female Fox-Gnolls had not received a lot of the credit for their work of uniting the savanna. Once established in the Lion village though, they made themselves known. The shortstacked vixens tended to stand at the perfect height for spontaneous blowjobs which were given frequently to any males that they happened across. Large ears were used as handhodls as they worked. This kept the male Lions drained continually, making it all the harder to compete with the male Fox-Gnolls that were busy impregnating their sisters, wives and even mothers.
The takeover of the Lion tribe was a little slower, but it was more thorough than the Gazelles. Lions were deemed a little too ill tempered and were bred out entirely. Soon the savanna's population was shifted. 98% Fox-Gnoll, 2% Gazelle. The future here was clearly in the handsk of those who made love and not war. All set in motion by one Fox-Gnoll and his big plump fuzzy nuts.