Lion's Pride

A/N: This story is about furries/anthropomorphic animals and contains a transgender character who uses the words pussy and dick to describe his genitals. Also features mild breeding kink and use of "kitten" as a term of endearment.

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Safiri was going into heat. Despite years of tinctures to change his body, Safiri still suffered through his heat like the lionesses of the pride. In every other respect he was a lion. He had a mane, short and golden though it was, and he could roar quite well if he needed to. The only thing separating him from the other lions of the pride were the two weeks of intense lust he experienced twice a year.

Safiri did not mind it so much, except for the way it cut into his duties as a healer. He had been forced to leave this morning after the scent of his heat made a nearby lion's cock pop from its sheath. So as not to distract the other lions working and residing in the healers tents, Elder Basana sent him off to the edge of the village with a special mixture in a bottle to deal with his heat.

As he approached the white huts, he heard tell-tale moaning from within. Several others were going through their heat as well, and it seemed they had found partners. Alongside the lionesses in heat, there were several permanent residents, lions and lionesses alike, who offered their services to those in need. Safiri understood, not wanting to spend his own heat alone. But he did not need those services.

The stale summer air made his burning arousal all the hotter. He had only just started scenting, but already he wanted nothing more than to bury his hand between his legs and rub his dick until he was oversensitive and trembling. His inner thighs grew wet just walking to an empty hut.

He flipped the sign on the hut to signal it was occupied and closed the door behind him. The walls had slats close to the ceiling where the sun leaked through, lighting the small interior with filtered sunlight. Safiri dropped his skirt to the floor and let the open-chested tunic fall from his shoulders. He relaxed into the soft bed provided, his hand drifting down his furred belly and between his legs. He couldn't get too excited just yet. He was waiting for another lion to join him.

Safiri waited on Elder Zakia. He was much older than Safiri, but he was willing to help the younger lion through his heats. He was experienced in many ways, and his wisdom showed in the silver winding through his black mane, braided in the style of a seasoned warrior. The first time he had found Safiri in his heat, rutting against a rock after a bath, he'd offered his assistance. Feeling the Elder slip inside relieved his agonizing need for the first time in years. Since then, Zakia joined him for nearly all his heats.

The door creaked open, and the large shape of Elder Zakia filled its frame.

"I can smell you from the village center," he said. The door thudded shut behind him. "You had all the men popping out of their sheaths."

Safiri grinned, "Not you, of course."

"Make no mistake, I am affected by the scent of you from miles away. I simply have more will over myself than they do. However, now that I am here... My body has certainly taken control." Elder Zakia shrugged his cloak off and revealed the swelling length of his cock. The sight of it made his blood pound in his ears.

"Elder... My heat is already so strong. I need you," Safiri sighed. He spread his legs wide to offer entrance to the man.

"Let me soothe you. Let me satisfy these urges," he crooned.

Zakia towered over him. Even if Safiri was standing, he would be dwarfed by this lion-- a prime example of a man. He was a mountain of muscle, well-groomed but still with something wild about him. He swept his mane back and stared down with his knowing yellow eyes. His cock bounced with each step, and below his sac swung heavy between his thighs. He was as long as Safiri's forearm at full attention, and as thick as a pole staff. Oh how he wanted this man's cock inside him.

"Have you taken your medicine," he asked as he filled the space between Safiri's legs.

"Yes, I have. Please, I want you inside me. I need you," Safiri mewed.

The Elder grabbed him by the waist and pulled their bodies closer together. His thumbs nearly touched around Safiri's belly. He nudged his cock against the slick line of his pussy, and both of them gasped and stiffened. Safiri circled his legs around Zakia's waist.

"You are already so wet for me. I can slide inside," and he did so with a thrust that made Safiri cry out before continuing, "so easily." His cock fit like a glove in Safiri's pussy, tight enough that the young man could feel the bumps along the length of it, waiting to expand into barbs.

"Oh, oh, stars above. Elder, please!" He gripped the bedding tight by his head and squirmed, trying to move his hips. The man's grip kept him firmly in place.

"Needy kitten, I'll give you what you need." Elder Zakia leaned over him, so low his mane tickled Safiri's shoulders, and he pulled his cock out until just the tip remained. He looked down at the connection of their bodies. Safiri's pink pussy clung to the head of his cock and throbbed around it.

"Please," Safiri whined.

Zakia thrust forward again, this time sheathing his whole cock inside. A cry of pleasure tore from the younger man's throat. He could not form words as the Elder began to slide in and out. The ridges of his cock excited Safiri even further. He held him by the hips and used the leverage to pull Safiri down against his hips. Their bodies clapped together, filling the hut with the sounds of sex. The young lion moaned and howled as the Elder relieved his heat.

"Oh, Safiri, you cling to me. Your body is, ah, sucking me in. I can feel how much you need me." Zakia's grip tightened as he growled the words against Safiri's ear.

"Yes, yes," Safiri babbled senselessly.

He squeezed his thighs around Zakia's body. He was so hot, not just the summer air but the lust racing through his veins, driving him to insanity. Elder Zakia speared him over and over, each forward motion punctuated with a snarl. His noises made Safiri throb. They were both led only by their instincts now. The basest desires of their bodies drove them to fuck until they could not anymore.

The Elder's barbs flared inside him and Safiri howled. There were rows of them down the length of his cock, pointed backwards toward the base to embed inside his mate. Zakia could no longer pull out more than an inch without catching on Safiri's inner walls. When he moved, the spines dug into Safiri's most sensitive places.

"Elder! Ah, ah, ah, please, it's so-" Safiri choked on his words. His claws dug into the bed, no doubt scoring the bedding. The frame of it shook with the movement of their bodies.

Safiri knew it was the heat talking, but he wanted to be bred. He wanted the Elder to sow his seed deep inside and make him his mate. It was a primal need, his body desperate for it. Even his tinctures couldn't stifle that desire.

Zakia began to drive in with short, hard thrusts that rocked his whole body. Safiri moaned and begged until his throat was hoarse. His orgasm was building low in his gut. A coil tightened with each tug of the barbs on his walls, heat pooling. His thighs shook with the overwhelming intensity. He squeezed around the offending organ and it made both of them yell.

"You're so tight," the Elder groaned, "I can't last."

"Please, give it to me!" Safiri writhed in his grip, trying to move his hips in rhythm with the larger man's body.

"I will. I will," the man promised in ragged panting. He was close to his own end, his pace falling apart.

"Oh, Elder!"

"Safiri... Kitten..." Zakia plunged deep inside as his spines fully inflated and locked him in place. His cock throbbed and began to flood Safiri's pussy with his seed. He rutted forward with each spurt of cum.

The lion pressed their bodies tight together and bit down on his neck, where only sparse clumps of long hair grew.

The combined pain and pleasure sent Safiri over the edge as well. His pussy clenched tight, impaling himself further on them. They stabbed into all the right spots in his body. It made him squeal and tremble. He clung tight to the older lion's body above him as he shook with the force of his orgasm. If it was possible, the space between their bodies grew even more slick.

Elder Zakia eventually released his throat from between his teeth, then stood up and looked down at the space between him. His cock had flagged, the spines retreating back into its length, though it still drooled and hung from his sheath.

Safiri wished he could be satisfied with that, but his pussy fluttered around the emptiness, mourning the loss. His heat had retreated just long enough to let him breath. It was coming back very quickly. He wiggled his hips to entice the Elder into another round.

"It is never enough for you. On your belly," Zakia ordered him. Safiri turned over on the bed, raising his hips and offering his wet pussy to the Elder, now dripping with the man's load.

"Forgive me, Elder. My body is so hungry for you," he whined. He looked back over his shoulder to see Zakia's satisfied grin.

"Your body knows who you belong to. Mine knows just as well," Zakia said in a low rumble. "You are mine, kitten. My mate. I would make you my husband, if you let me."

The offer made Safiri stiffen and his eyes widened. "Really?"

"Oh yes. I would be a fool to mate this pussy and not marry it. You take me so well." Elder Zakia's cock had sprung back to attention already, pheromones syncing their bodies to breed as much as they could. Safiri felt powerful, to make the Elder debase himself in such a way.

"I would accept," Safiri said when he felt the tip of the lion's cock spread his lips. He melted back into Zakia's embrace.

"You do not have to give me cubs. Only let me be a part of you. Let me have you forever." He slid in from behind, hips meeting Safiri's as he filled him once more.

"Yes, oh... Oh Elder, yes. I want you to take me, fuck me, make me yours," Safiri groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the base of the barbs drag against his aching walls. "I want to be your husband."

"Safiri..."

Zakia grabbed his hips and began to plow forward. He rumbled deep in his chest. He fucked forward like an animal. It was amazing, raw and aching, nothing but overwhelming pleasure. They rutted together with grunts and groans of passion.

Safiri used his leverage on the bed to roll his hips back into the frenzied thrusts of his mate. His tail lashed through the air and he tried to muffle his noises against the bedding. Woven fabric could only cover so much.

"You're mine. Mine, mine," Zakia snarled. Everything about this second round confirmed that. Only his mate could make him feel like this, babbling and screaming for more.

"Yes, Elder, yes! Yes, yes, ye- ah!" Safiri cried to the ceiling. A roar ripped through his chest. thunderously loud for such a small space. His pussy clenched and squirted cum and slick around the man's pounding cock. Their combined fluids were being pushed out with the force of it.

Zakia's barbs flared slower this time, but Safiri felt them tugging on him. He throbbed, hole squeezing tight to lure them out. When he felt the first spines impale him, he arched his back as his next orgasm overtook him. He squirted again, cumming so hard it pushed the Elder to join him in ecstasy.

Elder Zakia swelled and burst inside, filling him with yet another load. His cock lodged deep in place. Hot, thick cum pumped out steadily from his tip. His voice dropped into a roar that shook the hut. He leaned down and grabbed Safiri's nape. His teeth clamped like a vice as he emptied his balls in the younger lion, holding him still to take every last drop.

"Z-Zakia," Safiri whimpered happily. "So. So good."

He slumped on the bed, letting the older man rut him until his cock stopped spurting inside him and the spines retreated again. When he slipped out this time, it was accompanied by a squelch and the splattering of cum against the floor. Safiri could feel more of his seed spill out with each clench of his empty pussy.

"Yes, you were," Zakia said against his back, once he'd released his bruising grip on Safiri's nape.

Despite the heat of the hut, they nuzzled together, wet groins sliding together as aftershocks coursed through the smaller man.

"Were you serious," Safiri asked once he'd stopped shaking. His tail flicked back and forth in the air. "About marrying me?"

"I would not say something so serious as a joke. Yes, Safiri. If you would have me as your husband, I would marry you as soon as your heat has run its course." There was no lie to be found in the older lion's sharp eyes. The lines of his face drew tight, as if he thought Safiri might deny him now that their passion had dwindled.

"I will hold you to that," Safiri said. "But that is two weeks from now. You have many more days to prove yourself as my husband."

His body's urges hadn't yet calmed, and he made this known by rubbing his ass back against the man's half-hard cock. Zakia groaned and stiffened against his backside.

"I will prove myself to you, my love."