The Zebra’s Recompense
**The Zebra's Recompense
By Nero**
He was a young lion-man. His mane was not as long and thick as it would one day be. And though he had reached his full height, he had nowhere near the body mass a king of beasts should have. In fact, he was underweight. He had a handsome face and a well proportioned body, but looked a little worse for wear. He had been the runt of the litter and had always been small for his age, but his mother had cared well for him. Everything had been fine in his life until about a month ago. His mother had had a new litter of cubs. She was a good mother and took care of her new children well, but for him and his siblings things were about to change. The two male lions that ruled the pride began to drive the male adolescents away. The biggest and strongest were the first to go. It was time for them to go out into the world and learn to survive on their own. His mother had protected him as long as she could, but one day when the lionesses were out hunting, the two males took the opportunity to chase him far off into the savannah.
He couldn't believe it had happened. He was driven off! His family didn't want him anymore. He was destined, like the other males of his kind, to wander the plains alone until he was strong enough to start a pride of his own, or died. And, having always been smaller and weaker than the other males his age, he was a little afraid of what his chances might be.
He was fast, however, and agile. He didn't need to bring down big game to survive. He could make smaller kills, if he just made more of them. He really only needed speed, and that he had. He would be fine. He would show them!
Fate, however, dealt him a very bad hand. One week after he had been on his own, while running at top speed, chasing a small antelope, he had stepped into a meerkat hole and twisted his ankle very badly. For three weeks he tried to find his family, but they had moved on, and he was in too bad of shape to travel far in search of them. He was slowly starving to death. He ate what roots and berries he could find, and even grass. But, no carnivore can survive on a diet like that for long. The swelling in his ankle was going down slowly, but he still could put no weight on it. He walked with the aid of a stick, but covered very little distance each day. His ribs showed quite clear now under his tawny hide, and his handsome face was beginning to look haggard. Each day he felt weaker. He soon realized that, even if his ankle were to miraculously heal one night, he would be to weak to chase down prey. In the night he could hear the hyenas, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he would not even be able to defend himself. Then, he would become the prey.
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One morning, he spotted a small hut standing alone near a small grove of trees. He spent most of the day struggling to traverse the not so great distance, to find a great zebra-man living there. He was a huge beast well into the prime of life. He was heavily muscled, battle scarred, and appeared very capable of defending himself. Even a large lion would not take on such a creature alone, for though he could possibly be taken down, it would not be without serious risk.
The young lion watched quietly from a distant patch of shrubbery. He knew the stallion must have a store of food and water somewhere. He also knew that zebras hated lions, and in his present condition, the stallion could probably kill him easily. So, he watched and he waited. His patience was eventually rewarded. About an hour before dusk, the zebra picked up a spear and ventured out across the plains. The young lion lost no time hobbling over to its hut, where he found a small store of food. There was no meat, however (damned herbivores!) but there was some kind of bread that was excellent, at least to someone nearly starved to death. Once he had eaten everything in the zebra's store, except some dried grass, he began to make his escape. He was having a very difficult time getting out of camp and covering his tracks with any speed. Soon, he could smell the zebra approaching. He had just managed to make it back to the bushes, when the zebra returned and found his food stores plundered. The young lion watched in horror as the huge stud zebra immediately spotted his poorly concealed tracks and began walking straight for him. He had only a few moments to consider his options before he would be discovered. He could run, fat chance outrunning a zebra, with his ankle, or he could stand and fight. It looked bad either way. He ended up doing the only thing he could. When the zebra walked up to the bushes, he jumped out growling and snarling. He stood his ground like a savage lion, unafraid to fight a mere prey animal. However, what the older and more experienced zebra saw was a half starved, frightened young cat with an obviously injured and swollen ankle. With one sound kick the zebra sent the young lion hurtling backward through the air. The feline lay stunned and breathless on his back.
"I hate lions!" Declared the massive equine, as he gave the poor cat another sound kick in the ribs.
The lion cried out, reeling from the blow.
"Tell me how you want to die, you little thief. Shall I run you through with my spear, or give you to the hyenas? You know, they circle past here every night looking for the sick and the weak."
The young lion was horrified. What kind of a question was that? Could he be seriously expecting an answer? "Please... I'm sorry! I was so hungry." Stammered the lion.
"Get up". Demanded the zebra. The lion did so, holding his side and trying not to put any weight on his bad foot. "Walk!" ordered the zebra, and he shoved him toward camp. The young lion, unable to put any weight on his ankle, and no longer having a stick to lean on, fell to the ground again. The zebra-man looked down at him, realizing just how badly injured he truly was. The feline's ankle looked bad, very likely broken. The zebra new this was a death sentence for the young lion. "If you can't walk, then crawl!" he said. He grabbed the wounded cat by his scruff and began to drag him back to the camp. The lion did his best to stumble/crawl beside him. The zebra let go of the lion near a burnt out pit and began to gather some wood to prepare a fire. The lion was a little relieved. Perhaps, the zebra was going to take pity on him.
"What are you going to do with me?" he hesitantly asked.
"I'm going to give you to the hyenas when they make their nightly round, and watch them tear you apart. They hate lions as much as I do!"
The young cat looked terrified. "No! Please! I'm sorry. I was so hungry. I haven't eaten anything in days."
The zebra looked the cat in the face and started to say something, but when he made eye contact, he stopped. "You look familiar to me, cub. Where do you come from?"
The lion was confused by his quick change of tone, and stammered a moment before answering. "huh? Umm... from the Western savannah. My father is the king of the pride there. I'm sure he would be extremely grateful to you if you would help me..." The lion was cut off, however, as the zebra burst into laughter.
"This truly is poetic justice!" Said the zebra, thoroughly amused with his prize. "Your father spared my life once, when I was about your age."
"So, you're going to help me find my family?" asked the feline, hopefully.
"I don't think so. I have something much better in mind for your scrawny ass. I will give you the same proposition I was given those many years ago."
The lion didn't feel much comforted by the zebra's demeanor.
"Here's the deal, cub. You will pleasure me sexually and I will let you live, or I will give you over to the hyenas when they pass this way tonight."
The young lion was horror stricken. He had never been with another lion, male or female, though he had dreamed about it often enough. However, he had never dreamt of mating outside his species. He, especially, had never dreamed of being bred by a huge beast of prey. The thought was frightening and humiliating. Tears began to well up in his eyes.
"Tears didn't work on your father, they won't work on me!
"My father never bred you! He wouldn't! You must have your lions crossed. ...and I'm not a cub!"
"He would, and he did, Cub! You are the spitting image of him, or at least one of them. There is no mistaking it. You have a couple of hours to think about it. The hyenas won't be along until the moon has completely risen."
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The zebra stud thought back over the years to his encounter with the lion brothers. They had worked together to catch him, carefully cornering him against a large outcropping of rock. They gave him the option of being devoured or being raped. What could he do, he wanted to live? They glared at him with evil smiles, showing mouthfuls of sharp teeth and long slavering tongues. He had been terrified. One of the lions pressed its naked body against him. The lions were slender and athletic in build. He was bigger than either of them and more muscular, but there were two of them, and they were armed with razor claws and dagger fangs. A clawed hand grabbed the back of his head and pushed his soft black muzzle into the cat's face. The feline's rough tongue forced its way inside his mouth, while its free hand began exploring his quivering body. The frightened young zebra tried to step back, but found himself up against something large and furry. He was pinned between the two brothers. The one behind him grabbed his hips and began rubbing its maleness against his ass. His tail twitched nervously, unintentionally allowing the feline's swelling lionhood to slip underneath and push its rough tip against his vulnerable tail hole. He tried to break loose, but the lion sucking on his tongue bit down on it.
He gasped and tried to pull free, but the lion wouldn't let go. He could taste the blood flowing from his pierced tongue. Then, the lion began to suck the bloody drool coming from his mouth hungrily, and press its body harder against him. The poor equine was expecting the lion to bite his tongue off and eat it right in front of him. Both cats ground their masculinity against him, as four clawed hands explored and groped him. As one cat held him by the tongue, the other began licking and biting his neck. The musky smell of the excited predators heightened the terror of the prey animal within him. He was frozen with fear, completely at their mercy. He could feel one of the lion's maleness searching for a point of entrance at his rear, as the one in front pressed its soft belly against him, rubbing its feline organs against the huge black equine meat between his legs. Slowly and unavoidably, the erotic actions of the two lions were awakening his sexuality. Soon, he felt his swelling cock pressing hard against the writhing cat in front of him.
The lion let go of his tongue, held him at arms length, and looked down his front. "So, you like this kind of treatment do you? Gods! Look at the size of that thing!" The lion was staring in amazement between the stallion's legs.
Suddenly, a clawed hand from behind slid down his belly and between his legs. It found the base of his cock and gripped it, then slid down its shaft, exploring its length. "Damn!" came the voice of the lion behind him. And its head peaked around his shoulder to take in the sight.
The two lions stared for a moment in silence, then one of them said. "That thing's some kind of abomination!"
The zebra looked down at himself. He saw his engorged, misshapen stallionhood bouncing in the air, dripping fluid and pointing hard at the lion in front of him. It looked normal to him. But, then he noticed how different the lion's penis was in front of him. It too was swollen, but it was pink and only half the size. It lacked the thick ring in the middle of the shaft, and the greatly swollen head. It was very different from his own, but it was still highly erotic. He had a sudden desire to feel the lion's penis against his own. He thrust with his hips forward and their two cocks collided. The lion jumped back, startled. Then, it smiled and got down on its knees in front of the young zebra. The feline stared at the long black breeding tool for a second, and then began licking it gently. This treatment caused the zebra to relax his anus for an instant, and the lion still holding him from behind quickly took advantage. A couple of thrusts, and the lion was deep inside the zebra. The cat held him tightly, humping forcefully. The pain was minimal, due to the other sensations caused by the lion in front. The zebra began to snort, and his body began to stiffen.
Suddenly the lion in back pulled out and shouted at the other one. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What are you talking about? You've had zebra cock in your mouth before. You've eaten their testicles too."
"Well everyone has, when its food. But, not when it is alive and throbbing, ready to breed. There's a difference between eating a stud zebra and giving one an orgasm."
The lion looked dejected but stood up, away from the zebra's maleness. The stallion looked into the scolded lion's eyes. All of his fears morphed into desire in that one moment. He leaned forward and touched the cat. He desperately wanted to mount this lion, and he would have, if it hadn't been for its brother.
Suddenly, the other lion leapt onto his back with a roar, and drug him to the ground. "No dirty, weak minded beast of prey is going to claim my brother as its female in front of me.
The zebra squealed in terror as the lion pinned him on his back, growling savagely. For a moment the zebra thought he was about to die. But then, the attacking cat forced him to spread his legs, and mounted him. It placed its claws under his legs and raised them, exposing the tight black hole under his tail. It was swollen and tender from the dry fucking it was receiving a few moments before, but the lion began stabbing at it again with his cock. He was starting to leak pre-cum, making the reentry a little easier.
The other lion straddled his face and pressed its swollen organ against his lips. The zebra knew what it wanted and allowed the cat to force its self into his mouth. The lion fell forward on its hands and knees, as the zebra began to suckle. The force of the lion pounding his ass was fierce. The pain was searing, yet somehow it was causing his own cock head to flare. He reached down and began stroking his member. The testosterone was raging! They all seemed to be feeding off each other's desires. Soon, both lions were humping the zebra erratically, very close to consummation. The zebra was sucking the lion over his face hard. It slid its organ in and out of his mouth deliberately, but gently. The other fucked him as though it were trying to kill him, snarling and growling as it pounded the young zebra against the ground. All three of them knew it was just about over. Suddenly, the lion fucking his ass began to shudder and then with a terrifying roar, thrust with all his might deep into the stallion, and began to cum. The roar seemed to set off the lion in front, and the zebra's mouth was flooded with semen. The sexual frenzy reached its zenith as the zebra, holding his own rod tight with both hands, erupted like a volcano. As the lions continued filling his body with reproductive fluids, he sprayed semen into the air like a geyser. The contractions of his orgasm milked the lion dry in his ass, while he sucked the last few drops of cum from the lion at his mouth.
The big cats slowly pulled their organs out of the young zebra. He was wet and sore, and he reeked of lion sex. They had claimed him. This carnal act meant that he now belonged to them, as their female.
They were all spattered with zebra semen, for he had erupted like a geyser. His eyes met those of one of the lions, and he saw an expression of hostility. But then he looked to the other and he saw a look of affection in its eyes (the same eyes he saw in the face of the young lion now at his mercy). He had actually wanted to mount this one during their encounter, and still wanted to after all this time. It seemed he would now have his chance.
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The hours quickly passed. Soon, hyenas could be heard cackling in the distance. The zebra walked to the door of his hut. "Do as you will, cub. My offer stands, should you change your mind." And, he walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
The poor lion was horrified. He didn't know what to do. He sat by the dying campfire in silence, hoping the sounds of the hyenas would fade away again. But, they didn't, they grew louder. The hyenas were drawing nearer. The feline got to his feet and made his way to the zebra's door. "They're coming. They'll tear me apart, if you leave me out here."
"Do you wish to bed with me?" Replied the deep equine voice from behind the door.
The lion could hear the hyenas getting closer. "Please, don't ask me to do that!" Whimpered the lion.
The zebra made no reply, and the lion stood in silence for a few moments. Soon, he could see shadows moving towards the camp. He knew he could expect no mercy from the hyenas. He cried out desperately, "Yes, yes! I'll do anything you ask of me, just please, let me in!"
There was a noise from behind him. The lion turned to see two hyenas glaring hungrily at him. The young cat stood tall and growled menacingly.
The hyenas looked at one another. Then, one of them shouted to the hut. "Zebra! There is a stray cat on your doorstep. Do you claim him? If not, we can get rid of him for you."
The lion's fur raised, and he roared ferociously, "No one claims me! I am a lion, and will tear anyone apart who dare..." The young cat was interrupted by the door opening, and thrown off balance. His weight shifted to his bad leg and he fell, finishing his sentence with a grunt as he hit the ground.
"The zebra stood in the doorway and said to the cat, "Shut up! You have no say in what happens now. You can no longer take care of yourself and will soon starve to death. I'd say you're free for the taking. Survival of the fittest, you know. Aren't lion's always preaching that "Circle of life" crap just before they devour some poor creature?"
The young lion looked at him with a frightened expression. "Please, take me in. You won't be sorry. I'll do anything."
The zebra smiled and said, "Can you take it like a mare in heat?"
The hyenas gave each other a knowing glance, then one of them said. "You realize this lion is a male. He is not well equipped for pleasing a stallion. And, though his mane is still short and his body is small, if you keep him, he will get bigger and stronger. Then, one day he will turn on you." Then he said to the lion, "Come to me cub, and we will give you death with dignity. You can avoid the degradation of being fucked by your own prey."
The lion made no move one way or the other. Then simultaneously, the zebra turned to go back into the hut, and the hyenas gave each other a grisly smile.
"Wait! Don't leave me out here." Cried the lion, as it crawled desperately toward the zebra. The stallion reached down and lifted him to his feet. The helpless lion held onto him as they retreated into the hut.
"We will be waiting, Zebra, when you tire of him, or break him!" Called the hyenas behind them. "And you, Cat, will wish you'd come with us when he gets through with you."
The zebra shut the door and pushed the lion against it, kissing him deeply. The lion only struggled a little. He had resigned himself to his fate. The young feline secretly thought the zebra to be a beautiful creature. He was awed by the stallion's striking pelt and huge muscles. The zebra held him tight and kissed him excitedly. The lion was frightened, but curious too. Perhaps, if he could please this large equine, it would let him stay until his foot was completely healed. The young lion decided to kiss back. The stallion's huge tongue was inside his mouth and it seemed to be trying to lap up all his saliva. The lion tried to imitate this action, but when his tongue finally fought its way into the zebra's mouth, the zebra pulled away.
"I... I was just trying to... I don't know what you want me to do. I've never..."
The zebra gave him a wicked smile and picked him up, carrying him over to a bed of grass in the corner of the room.
The zebra lay the cat gently in the straw and then climbed on top of him. The lion was pinned under equine's immense weight, and he could feel the stud's growing stallionhood pressing against his stomach. "I was older than you when the lion's took me, but fear not, I will be gentler than they were." He said between kisses.
Soon he climbed off the young feline. He had a raging hard on, and he left a small wet spot on the cat's belly fur. The lion stared between the massive striped thighs, at the zebra's huge black balls and engorged, dripping meat. The cat lay still. He didn't know exactly what he was expected to do with that monstrous and repulsive looking organ. He didn't really want to touch it. The zebra, however, put him at ease. He began to whisper in his ear and nuzzle him gently. He placed his huge hand on the lion's chest and stroked him, working his way down his belly, to the small, sheathed tool between his legs. The hand of experience gently brought the young cat's maleness to life. The lion grew very excited. In this sexually aroused state, he no longer found the zebra's huge misshapen pizzle repulsive. On the contrary, he wanted to feel it against him. He climbed on top of the zebra and pressed his own swollen pink organ against the stallions much larger black one. His small furry balls rested on top of the smooth skin of the zebra's enormous black ones. He began to kiss the zebra and rub against him as he had seen his father do with the lionesses, grinding his own newly found masculinity against the zebra's hard body. The lion's breathing was growing erratic and he began to sink his claws into the zebra, to hold on tighter. The zebra soon stopped him, however.
"I'm glad you're enjoying this too, but I think that's enough foreplay. On your hands and knees, cub!"
The lion did as he was told, but was a little resentful at having been forced to stop. "What do you want me to do?" He asked innocently.
The stallion gave him a lecherous smile and said. "Hold on tight! I'm gonna fuck you like a mare in heat." The zebra stud rubbed some kind of oil along the length of his shaft, and then applied a liberal amount to the cat's ass. With that, the equine raised the lion's tail with one hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist, shoving his cock forcefully between his ass cheeks. The feline became a little frightened as the zebra began pushing harder. The lion began to squirm, and for an instant relaxed his ass muscles. That was all that the zebra needed. The head of its huge organ slid into the lion, causing a gasp to escape from them both. Then, the stallion began forcing the rest of his meat inside the cat. With every inch the zebra penetrated, the young feline's pain grew worse. Soon he cried out "Stop! Something's wrong, it hurts. Pull it out!"
The equine merely continued his efforts. The pain was growing unbearable and the lion was struggling to break free from the zebra's grasp "It's too big. Please, stop!" But, the zebra didn't stop. He forced the young lion's ass deeper and deeper between his thighs, slowly skewering the lion on his stallionhood. When the great equine finally hilted the young cat, its struggling ceased.
That night twenty years previous flashed through the stud's mind. He saw this lion's predecessor and remembered how he had wanted to make love to him. Fate worked in mysterious ways. He now had his chance, and this lion would belong to him. He reached under the feline and found that it was still sporting a raging hard on. He stroked the cat's organ as he whispered heavily into its ear "We are now joined, cub, and I can't hold back any longer!"
"No, please! I can't take it. It's too big." But before the cat could protest much, the zebra pulled his organ about halfway out and then with one hard thrust, drove it back in.
The lion gasped and dug his claws into the ground. The stallion had one hand on each side of the young lion's waist and pulled its ass forcefully into each thrust. The zebra fucked the young cat as brutally as its father had fucked him. "Gods, you are tight little filly!" Panted the zebra
The lion struggled at first, but soon it was all he could do just to hold on. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he whimpered each time the great black equine balls slammed against his golden velvet covered ones.
The stallion had been alone for a very long time and his balls were heavy with semen. Therefore, he was quickly nearing the end. The zebra lay forward against the lion's back and wrapped his huge arms around its body in a bear like hug. "I'm starting to flare." He gasped. He held the feline so tightly that it struggled to breath. The zebra spread its thighs a little wider, and suddenly contracted its whole body. With the force of a charging rhino, he rammed the lion's ass deeply between his legs, sheathing his long black organ completely within the tawny fur covered youth panting beneath him.
"I can't breath!" gasped the lion. The zebra merely groaned and shuddered. He was unloading years of stored up equine semen deep into the body of the young lion. His arms crushed the cat in a death grip, his powerful thighs clenched its ass in a vice like hold, and he hung his long head over the exhausted cat's shoulder pinning him under his chin. The lion was completely immobilized. There was no possible chance of separation. The huge equine's crushing hold, and its massive cock, swollen and flared to grotesque proportions inside the poor feline's body, were asphyxiating him. The world began to spin, and the intense pain caused by the rutting zebra was starting to fade. He was going to pass out.
"We are locked together. I have claimed you, but I would tear you inside out if we tried to separate before my swelling goes down." The zebra was still panting when he fell to his side, still holding the ragged lion to his chest. When his breathing returned to normal, he said, "We can try to pull apart now, if you want." There was no reply. The lion had lost consciousness and lay helpless in his arms. "Well, I'm in no hurry if you aren't." He closed his eyes and drifted off the sleep, his stallionhood still sheathed inside the golden furred body lying against him.
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Next morning, the lion awoke alone in the hut. The heavy smell of equine sex was being overpowered by the smell of something else, something that made his stomach growl, and mouth water. It was the smell of meat cooking. He climbed to his feet and hobbled to the open door. He could see the zebra cooking a small game bird over a fire.
The stallion glanced at him. "Hungry? You should be."
"Can I have some? It smells so good!" Said the lion as he made his way to the campfire.
"I find meat repulsive, and killing game distasteful."
"Then why did you... Is it for me?"
The zebra handed the lion a bird on a stick.
"Thank you! I haven't been able to hunt since I fell..." The lion continued to say something unintelligible, his mouth full of food.
"You needn't thank me. You are one hot fuck, and you're going to pay for that tonight."
The lion stopped chewing and stared at the zebra for a second, then resumed eating voraciously.
"You don't appear to be too upset, cub! It will be some time before your able to make it on your own again. Are you willing to be my little filly till then?"
"I'm not a cub! And, what will you do if one day you find you're filly changed into a strong, full grown lion with intentions of using you as his lioness, and you don't have the power to fend him off?"
"Is it your intention to repay my kindness by turning the tables on me the first chance you get?"
"Maybe." The young lion said with a playful smile.
"Shall we play the game your way then? Take all you can, when you can! I needn't let my conscience hold me back anymore. I'm through being gentle with you.
The lion gave him a nervous glance. "What are you saying? You weren't gentle with me last night. You screwed me until I lost consciousness!"
The zebra glared fiercely at him. "Well, don't bother passing out tonight because that won't stop me this time. I'm going to fuck you so hard my stripes will be imprinted on your back! Come morning, your ass is going to feel like you've been gang raped by a herd of giraffes!"
The lion was starting to look a little frightened. "I... I didn't mean what I said. It was just a clumsy way of saying that I think you are sexy too. Please, don't be mad at me. You're not really going to be any harder on me are you?"
The zebra merely gave him a wicked smile and replied, "Let me get you something else to eat, you're going to need all your strength tonight!"
Finis
10/25/05