Squatting down on his haunches, Cota fingered the front of his loincloth as he surveyed the surrounding landscape. He had been pent up for a while now, and no one in his tribe would consider him a man until he'd proven he was capable of performing sexually. At the same time, the point of the rite wasn't to run out and rape the first anthro he found. It was important that he caught his target of choice, demonstrating both his taste and skill at sexual conquest.
As Cota set off across the plains, his imagination ran wild with thoughts of the many different species out here he might get to fuck. He thought of the various types of unattainable lionesses he'd seen around the camp—sassy, determined ones with big breasts like Dua; dominating, beautiful ones with sleek muscles like Tsujiri; elegant, perfect ones with classy fur coats like Sasori; or soft-spoken, sensitive ones with cute ears like Koen. And who knew what kinds of anthros were available beyond his home territory? He had even heard stories of something called an elephant with hips as wide as three lions' heads put together!
Lost in his fantasies, Cota didn't notice he was already unconsciously following a scent trail until he rounded a small hillock and came upon the sight of a pair of thick, stripy buttocks swaying in front of him. In an instant, all of his cocky machismo disappeared. The female anthro's tail swished back and forth invitingly, her feminine treasure barely concealed by twine tied around the base of her tail. Cota's eyes darted up and down the long, curvaceous frame of what must be a zebra. She was perched over a watering hole, gulping mouthfuls of cool water from cupped hands.
"Well ten li'l kit-ty. You gon' gawk at me or you here t' hunt?" she asked in a heavy, deep-throated accent.
Her voice rumbled through his chest, rattling the young lion's heart. Unable to speak, he simply inarticulately squeaked out a half-hearted roar as he padded toward her on his gangly legs. For a moment, his vision clouded over with the heat of sudden lust as the enormous breasts that hung under the zebra's furred chest drew his attention. He was no longer interested in proving his prowess as a lover or man; for now, all he wanted was to know what it would feel like to have those breasts mashed up against his face.
Reaching the edge of the watering hole, Cota sprang forward and launched himself at the zebra's broad, supple buttcheeks. He nibbled lightly at one of her stripy cheeks before heaving at a stout thigh, trying to mount her backside. The zebra simply sat on him with her firm posterior, making sure the young male wouldn't be getting anywhere close to what he really wanted. She turned around and bent over, swinging her huge teats in front of Cota's muzzle.
"Hungry one I found. Is'sis zee-bra your first, li'l lion?" she asked, narrowing her eyes to look at his young, feisty face.
Cota let out a snarl as he tried to wriggle free of the zebra's hold. "I'm... rrrrr... I'm gonna fuck you," he stuttered, squirming with eagerness and mounting frustration.
The zebra nickered as she lowered her chest down onto Cota's face. Her tits fell right over his eyes, completely covering his view of everything else except her wobbling mound of bosom. Each inch of her voluptuous breasts oozed against him as he attempted to fight his way out from her grasp. They felt warm, yielding, and wonderfully soft, while at the same time her scent intoxicated him like nothing else ever had. Even if he could successfully get away from the zebra's clutches, he couldn't escape the exotic, unfamiliar sensation that filled his mind.
"G'won ten. Have a taste," the zebra giggled as she massaged her ample breasts across Cota's whiskers.