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The sun was high in the sky by the time Zuri approached the meeting place. The weather was getting harsher, the mild respite of what passed for winter quickly giving way to the brutal savannah summer. The long grass she passed through already start to wilt, bright greens fading into sickly yellow. Life was about to get harder for everyone.

It made her job all the more significant. She was glad to be doing such important work for her pride, but she would've done it anyway. There was a reason she had kept volunteering until she had implicitly fell into the role of messenger on a full-time basis. She had found that the position had come with certain benefits.

The heat did little to perturb her. Her athletic frame cut a fast pace through the fields. As with most in her pride, she was only wearing two loose frames of cloth around her chest and hips, exposing much her bright creamy fur.

She arrived at to the usual spot - a small cave in the neutral area, a welcome source of shade. She paused outside it and sniffed the air briefly, then smiled. He was already here.

She bounded into the cool air of the cavern and confirmed what she already knew. Lounging against the dark stone of back wall was Juma, as nonchalant as ever. The dog was wearing even less than she was, settling for nothing but a stretch of fabric lazily tied around his waist and upper legs. Zuri was thankful that the cave wasn't too dark, since she could still clearly see his muscular torso. Just one of many perks of her job.

He had his eyes closed, but smiled when she entered, perfectly aware of her entrance. "About time you showed up, Zuri. For once I'm here before you are."

Upon hearing his rich voice fill up the cave, Zuri's own smile widened. "The hunt hit a few difficulties, and they needed an extra pair of paws. I won't make a habit of making you wait."

"You better not." Juma pulled himself up into a slightly more respectable position, laying his hands on his knees and leaning forward. He looked at Zuri calmly, his blue eyes bright against his dark fur.

Zuri cast her eyes around, as though she might notice someone in the tiny space that her nose couldn't detect. "So... just you?"

"Just me. Here with just you, yeah?"

"I haven't suddenly decided to bring anybody along for the first time, no," smiled Zuri.

"Thought so." Juma's good natured facial expression faded a bit, shifting from genuine warmth to something more guarded. "So... what's the news?"

Zuri sat herself on the floor next to him. "Don't worry, Juma. Everything's fine. King Barafu doesn't have any issue with your pack, hard as that might be to believe. He's decided that it's for the best if we don't get in your way, and you don't get in ours, and that way we'll have a minimum of... unpleasantness."

Juma raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Really? Doesn't seem like him. He decide that all by himself?"

Zuri looked away from him, smiling quietly. "Maybe one or two lionesses put in a suggestion. He doesn't really listen to us, but the occasional thing does get through..."

"... when the girl saying it is pretty enough," finished Juma. "Yeah, I get it."

There was a comfortable pause for a moment before Juma yawned and leaned back. "Well, that's real good news," he said. "We were planning on mostly sticking to the east anyway, so that plan's gonna go down just fine on my end. The old man will be glad to hear it once I head back and tell him."

"Of course, of course." Zuri ran a finger along the ground and up the fur of Juma's leg, watching him with an expression that was familiar to both of them. "But, uh... you don't have to go back right now, yes...?"

Juma laughed heartily. Zuri always loved to hear his laugh. "Had a feeling it'd be this kind of meeting," he said simply. "I can absolutely spare some time, yeah. You know me, Zuri - I'm always happy to help you out."

Zuri crawled closer to him, a hungry glint in her green eyes. "Oh, it's so good of you to be like that. I'm sure I'm such an inconvenience to you."

"Less talk, girl." Juma wrapped his strong arms around her body and pulled her close to him. "You can put that sharp tongue to much better use." He pulled her into a kiss which she gratefully returned.

They'd been doing it for months. Like most wild dogs, Juma lived in a pack where males vastly outnumbered females. Even with his strength and good looks and relatively high standing, he found the demographics... frustrating. Zuri wasn't in a much better position. For her, things were the other way around - there was only one adult male, her arrogant blowhard of a king. The prospect of him exerting his legal right to her body didn't exactly entice her, but she still had needs - needs that, since coming of age, she had been dying to indulge in.

She had first volunteered as messenger as an excuse to get away from the pride and have some time to herself. Originally she had been anxious about having to meet with a wild dog. She'd been pleasantly surprised when her counterpart turned out to be Juma. He treated her cautiously, but with a certain respect, even a sense of humour. As time passed, the two became more relaxed, and had started to lengthen their meetings; not just relaying their messages, but talking about themselves as well. They found it easy to talk to each other, and soon struck up a friendship.

A few meetings in, one of them must have touched on gender, or social structure, or mating, or_something_, because before they knew it they were sharing a venting session about their frustrations. They enjoyed their talk immensely, but both left that meeting with a certain uneasiness. Had they overstepped some mark by talking so openly to an outsider? Had they actually gotten out of line long ago, and only realized it now? What would the others think if they knew how close they were getting?

But at their next meeting, things had taken a different route. Both discovered quickly that, while their uncertain feelings were no doubt based in part on what their societies would think, they were also drawing on something else; something they hadn't realized until it had snuck up on them both.

Zuri remembered how she felt when she first kissed Juma - the exhilaration, the novelty, even the fear. Specifically, she remembered it late at night, whenever she had the time and privacy to play with herself.

That first encounter had been clumsy and awkward and deeply uncertain, but it had also been the single most exciting thing to ever happen to Zuri. Her whole body had shook and her heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. But since then, they had gotten used to each other. It was still exciting, definitely, but not to overwhelming levels - which meant they were able to go slowly, focus, and really enjoy each other.

As the kiss continued, Juma gently pulled Zuri to the ground. He positioned them both so that he was lying on the cave floor and she was on top of him. Zuri liked this idea, but wasn't about to tell him out loud - that would require pulling her tongue out from under his, which she had no intention of doing. Instead she ground her hips into him, pressing down on his hardening cock. Juma grunted in pleasure; they understood each other.

Zuri relaxed into the kiss, savouring the taste of Juma's lips. She reached one hand up to scratch him affectionately behind the ear and laid the other on his face. Juma, as usual, was more forward. He tugged on the cloth around Zuri's chest, pulling it up so that he could feel her perky tits against his body. For a few moments he massaged her back, running his fingers through her fur. Then he moved down, casually sliding her skirt down onto her firm thighs. He settled his hands on her ass and dug his fingers into her cheeks.

Zuri's body twitched when he grabbed her, but not from surprise. She was more than used to the feeling of Juma's hands. She wiggled her hips happily, pressing against his hands on one side and his crotch on the other.

The kiss lasted a few minutes. They both savoured the other's taste, scent, warmth. They probably could've kissed for hours if they had the inclination and the time. But as they continued, they began to rub their bodies together more and more. The heat pounding through them was increasing. They couldn't resist their cravings for long.

It was Juma who finally broke the kiss. He gave Zuri a look that made her heart jitter. "You've been a good girl, Zuri. A real good girl." Zuri could feel his deep voice reverberating through his chest. "You've helped my pack a lot. I think I need to... properly express my gratitude."

Zuri returned his dirty smile. "If you think I deserve it..."

"Oh, absolutely. Get into place."

Zuri pulled away from him and stood up - an instinctive part of her didn't like moving away from his warm body, but it wouldn't be for long. While she was standing, she took the chance to properly undress, pulling her chest coverings over her head and kicking off the other part of her outfit, which had slid down her legs. Then there was nothing between her young nude body and the cool air.

For a moment she simply stood over Juma, one hand on her hip. He was lying patiently beneath her, drinking in her naked body. His eyes moved over the curve of her tits and the flair of her hips, expressing not just lust, but something else as well - something along the lines of appreciation. No-one else ever looked at her like that.

His gaze met hers and he seemed to catch himself. "Well? I'm ready, girl."

Zuri nodded and happily got to work. She set one knee to either side of his head and gently lowered herself downward, taking her time. She felt her crotch bump against Juma's nose, then settled herself comfortably, leaned back, and waited.

Juma's tongue slipped inside her body and her pussy immediately twitched. Zuri sighed contently, sliding her hands over her tits. Juma always knew exactly what to do to her.

Today proved no different. Juma built up slowly, kissing, licking and sucking her pussy. His tongue was soft but insistent, moving against her inner walls and steadily increasing her arousal. Zuri closed her eyes and let herself float away on the exquisite feeling. At that moment, nothing in the savannah was more important to her than Juma's mouth.

The cave was quiet except for the wet sounds of Juma's busy mouth. Zuri would occasionally moan or whimper, but tried to stay quiet - they shouldn't push their luck by being too loud.

Juma's hands stroked Zuri's thighs, her hips, her rear, firm but gentle. She was grateful for it. It gave her a nice counterpoint to his tongue. Not only that, but it was strangely comforting. She wanted his hands on her body.

Zuri groaned and ground her hips into Juma's face. He was getting faster now, more daring. His tongue danced against her clitoris, every touch another spark in the flame that was burning in her crotch. She was close, very close.

She hadn't noticed that only one of Juma's hands was on her hips now. Juma repositioned himself slightly, his lips wrapped around Zuri's sensitive nub. Suddenly he slid two fingers into Zuri's twitching pussy.

She was caught off guard, and the sudden feeling was enough to push her over the edge. Zuri gasped and then let out a long, slow sigh, agonizing pleasure washing over her. Her body bucked a few times involuntarily. Even as she climaxed Juma didn't stop; he continued to suck her clit and pump his fingers inside her. Zuri bit her lip, which was quivering. It was hugely difficult to keep quiet.

Eventually Zuri slumped forward, panting. She ended up on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. Underneath her, Juma grinned, his mouth glistening. "Oh, hold that position, girl. You've given me an idea."

He wriggled out from under her and came around to her front, leaning in next to her. "How d'you like that?" he breathed into her ear.

Zuri nuzzled against him awkwardly. "So good," she managed. "More!"

Juma raised an eyebrow, running a hand down along her back. "'More'?"

"More!" whined Zuri. "Please!"

"My, my." Juma's hand moved deftly past her tail and two of his fingers entered her exposed snatch, eliciting a gasp from her. "You must really need this, eh?"

"Yes! Please, Juma!"

Juma feigned a look of misunderstanding. "I'm sorry, I don't quite know what you mean," he said as he played with Zuri's clitoris. "What do you want?"

Zuri whimpered. "Fuck me, Juma! Please fuck me! I need you inside me now!"

Juma smiled. "Ohhhhh. Okay then." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then pulled back to remove his clothes.

He pulled away his garment with a dramatic flourish. His thick cock was completely erect. Zuri looked at it hungrily - she went to say something, but all that came out was a flushed moan.

Incredibly, Juma understood her regardless. He shuffled a little closer to her face and laid a hand gently on her head. Zuri leaned forward without changing position and kissed his crotch, her tongue caressing his balls and shaft. Juma sighed in satisfaction, his ear twitching. His fingers dug into her fur, urging her to continue.

Juma moved back after a few moments - Zuri's delightful tongue was wearing him down fast, and he didn't want to waste time building himself back up after an orgasm. He wanted to move on to the good part. Zuri didn't complain as she felt him move away. She wanted the same thing.

Juma moved around behind her. Zuri adjusted herself, propping her upper body on her forearms instead of her hands. Her body curved up to meet Juma, and she flicked her tail against his stomach. "I'm ready," she said softly. Juma patted her thigh in confirmation.

Moving carefully - savouring the moment - Juma aligned his cock to her pussy and slowly entered her. Every time with her was amazing. He loved the feeling of her walls against his sensitive skin. Juma couldn't stop himself from exhaling loudly at the sensation. "Fuck...!"

Zuri was relishing the penetration too. She purred happily and wiggled her hips into Juma. The dog whined in response, his toes curling up. It felt so good.

Juma focused himself - he needed to make the most of this. He started to get a rhythm, pumping in and out of her. Zuri's body responded to him immediately, her pussy twitching around his cock. He gripped her hips tightly, anchoring himself to her, his fingers digging into her creamy fur.

They were louder now, too enraptured to keep themselves from vocalising. Zuri moaned and mewled, her voice pitching up every time Juma slammed against her. Juma was more breathy, gasping and panting, but every so often Zuri would squeeze against him and he would whimper.

They continued for several minutes, Juma gradually moving faster and harder. Zuri let her head hang, entirely lost in the moment. Nothing mattered to her but the feeling in between her thighs, and the man who was giving it to her. She looked foggily down the length of her own naked body at him, able to just make out his dark legs from under her jiggling breasts. Not that she had to - she could feel every motion he made. She never wanted it to end.

Juma kept pounding her roughly, but also reached forward and grabbed Zuri's tits with both hands. He squeezed them, wrapping his fingertips around her nipples to pinch them. "Yes!" gasped Zuri. "Like that, Juma! It's so good!"

They were both close. Zuri closed her eyes, almost willing her orgasm on. She focused on the sensation of Juma fucking her sensitive body. She thought about his hands, his chest, his mouth. His eyes, his smile, his jokes. His dick. She thought a lot about his dick.

Finally Zuri approached her peak. Her claws dug into the cold floor of the cave and inhaled sharply, her heart pounding. Her soul hung suspended for an agonizingly long second, and then she came, a powerful wave of ecstasy flooding through her body.

Zuri roared in pleasure. She didn't give a damn if anyone heard her - Juma made her feel too good for her to hold back. Her body shivered wildly as she climaxed, and she pushed back against Juma, rubbing herself against him.

He wasn't far behind. He let out a whine as he surrendered to his orgasm, letting himself relax into it. His hands squeezed Zuri's tits harder as he came inside her. His hot cum flooded her body, not for the first time and definitely not for the last. Zuri sighed happily as she felt the familiar warmth trickle through her.

After a few seconds Juma pulled out, panting loudly. He shuffled to the back wall of the cave and slapped himself down, too tired to move gracefully. He resumed the position Zuri had found him in - leaning against the wall, relaxed and with his eyes closed. This time, he was much sweatier, much happier, and very slightly more naked.

Zuri crawled over to him and lay against him, her breathing heavy. Wordlessly, Juma drew her closer, wrapping her in an embrace. They kissed a little, but gradually wound to a stop. They simply lay there, the cave silent except for their soft breathing.

Zuri nestled against his neck and closed her eyes. He smelled good and his body was so warm, so comfortable. The voice of her instincts was soft but insistent. She should lie against him and hold him close. She could trust him.

Zuri was practically dozing when Juma cleared his throat. "I, uh..." He caught her gaze and awkwardly looked away, taking a second to compose himself.

"Hate to interrupt your napping, but I guess I should head on soon enough," he said finally. It was a convincing forgery of his usual casualness.

"Right now?" asked Zuri. She made no such pretence, not bothering with her usual sarcasm. "I thought you said you could spare some time with me." She was mildly surprised at her own tone - she sounded hurt.

Juma laughed. "I did! And I meant it. But I think you've lost track of time a little bit, Zuri. We've been at this a while."

"Oh."

"Better... head on back to our camps, huh?" Juma looked uncertain, but then turned back to Zuri with a smile that seemed more genuine. "But, uh... before you go..."

Zuri pulled in closer, her eyes wide. "What is it?" she asked softly, one hand on Juma's shoulder.

"I, uh..." Juma swallowed and looked at the floor. Zuri had never heard him say 'uh' so many times, not even during that incredibly awkward meeting they had about the elephants.

Juma composed himself and forced himself to finish. "I just wanted to tell you that, well... I appreciate this arrangement we have. A lot, I mean. I'm very glad that... that we're doing this." He looked up at her shyly. "I... you're a good friend, Zuri. I feel lucky to know you."

Zuri returned his gaze silently for a second. Just as Juma's expression began to become uncomfortable and he opened his mouth to backtrack, Zuri leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't an erotic kiss - it was quiet, subdued. Intimate. Juma returned it, his lips softly meeting hers, their bodies tight against one another.

Zuri broke the kiss and stroked Juma's cheek. "Juma... I love you too."