Third Time's a Charm, by Pojodan

A story of feral lust, foolishness, and the consequences.

Characters:
Cheetah, a wild cheetah in heat
Zebras, a trio of zebras, minding their own business

Setting:
The wild veldt of Africa in mid-summer

The heat was unbearable.

Of course, during the summer months it's always like that and animals simply lea
rn to cope or perish in their fruitless search for shelter.
For some it's a simple case of mind over matter, getting the task done that need
s to be done then lessening the exhaustion take over for a time upon retreating
to a safer location.
To the lions and leopards, this involved simply sleeping through the hottest par
ts of the day and seeking their meals in the night time.
Not so for other predators.
To add insult to injury, it is the season of breeding which, for some, means a h
ard struggle with locating a mate, securing their favor, and enduring the troubl
es of courtship. However, not all are so lucky.
Somehow the cheetah population has waned in recent seasons leading to what seeme
d to be a complete lack of male cheetahs. In fact the one cheetah that was out
and wandering this day seemed to be the only one of her kind that she could find
.
The marking tree was stale, the termite mounds empty, only the continual musk of
lions wafted to her nose from the distance and she knew better than to get invo
lved with their kind, be it by experience or simple understanding of the way lio
ns view fellow predators, be it in a deadly or non-deadly manner.
Aware of her plight and the wanting of her loins, having bore just one litter of
cubs, all of which did not last for one reason or another, today will be the da
y, she assures herself, that matters are dealt with.
Now, barring any miracle male cheetahs showing up, her options seemed pretty des
perate. Only once had she ever seen a leopard and it didn't seem pleased with h
er presence, and lions...
There had to be other options.
Seeing as how the hunt was not her interest and the lanky speed cats are not kno
wn for targeting larger herbivores, the fact of her traveling through an area of
 grazing hoofed animals does not phase her nor bother the mono-color, striped, a
nd variety of other animals that make only passing glances as she travels.
All at once a bit of madness hits the feline as her eyes befall one of the many
zebra dotting the landscape. These beasts breed, too, surely they could...
Sense gets a grip for a moment, but only a moment until wicked curiosity takes o
ver. When curiosity fills the mind of a feline there's no holding it back.
Upward shoots the lanky cat's tail, presenting its pale cap to make shown her fr
iendly intentions while her course alters to approach the zebra her eyes had lan
ded on.
The zebra stallion was, perhaps, not the most grand of his kind, standing on the
short side of the zebra spectrum, but still a large, powerful beast none the le
ss. A powerful beast that can see when a predator is nearing and reacts in fear
as is the natural tendency of his kind. However, with the lack of haste behind
the cheetah's approach, as would be expected, there is a lack of haste in his f
leeing. Namely, his head is lifted and a hoof is raised, but no distance is tra
veled.
It looked friendly.
But how could that be? Predators do not approach a zebra in kindness? Was this
a trap? Perhaps a hallucination?
Only after a few tense moments does the zebra realize that this spotted predator
is a fair deal unlike those that he has seen take down his brethren, namely it
is spotted and not tawny like the lionesses that tackle zebra in groups.
There is also only one.
Care is taken to make sure there is only one and by then the cheetahress has gli
ded on sinuous paws right up to the taller, far bulking creature.
In a moment of tentativeness her muzzle is lowered to sniff at his fore hoof and
, for a lack of certainty in anything else, a snuffle to the crown of her head i
s applied in turn.
A male that does not drool and make growling demands of her? Sounds ideal to th
is feline. Certainly she is not thinking clearly of what she's up against but g
oes ahead anyway and sidesteps her lanky figure so that the heavy tail behind he
r can be slung up on the zebra's side and drag across the striped pelt to apply
marking and express interest.
Zebra mares have a far different way of expressing interest and this tail strike
causes a moment of alarm on the zebra's part, braying and nickering with a firm
stamp of a hoof on the dirt. This is startling to the feline, too, but she rem
ains undeterred, maw parting to utter a shrill chirp to try to coax him further,
pacing forward to glide nonchalantly against his foreleg as her tail slides in
turn.
Breeding season for zebra does not match up with those of the felines, meaning t
he mares are presently far from interested in the males in any manner save for g
roup protection against predators. As such, to have something, anything, rubbin
g against him is enough to get the zebra excited, serpentine organ gliding free
of its dark sheath to hang free between his hind legs.
It doesn't make much sense to the zebra's mind, but the notion of this dappled c
at desiring breeding is successfully conveyed, if not in the manner she truly in
tended.
The wisp of golden fur gliding along colorless black and white sounds till the s
he-cat's hind flank brushes past the rigid foreleg, leaving her tail to linger o
n the long neck above as she paces forward before the desired male.
Cheetahs are a bit rough in their mating habits, slapping and chasing, batting a
nd pouncing till the female finally submits even if she was initially willing.
As such, to feel a pair of legs straddle her hindquarters and lunge forward in t
he zebra's attempt to mount atop the feline whom is too short, let alone too wea
k, to support him, is indeed startling enough to bring out a shrill note and his
s on her part.
For the zebra it's equally confusing as his instinct expected a similarly sized
body that would prop him up as he slid forward only to find that the partially d
ucked feline only wedges between his forelegs when the hoofs land hard on the gr
ound.
For a moment things seem lost, but with the cheetah's brief effort to free herse
lf comes a brush of fur to pelt that prompts the zebra to squeeze his forelegs t
ogether, catching the feline about her lower body to which she hisses again and
twists her head around in alarm.
At this point the feline's tail had gotten caught by the zebra's chest when he s
prung forward and now loops tightly up onto her hip, most of it whirling around
below the zebra's head, unawares of the growth building not far behind its base.
The feline's panic quiets almost immediately as while these actions are far from
male cheetah behavior it's still the rough treatment she expects, thus her want
for the zebra is not diminished.
Thus, when the stallion finishes his moment of contemplation and releases his gr
ip the she-cat does not pull away, even as he makes another bound forward to cla
im more of her backside.
A shrill chirp and light hiss vocalizes her ill content with her partner's jerky
motions, but thought is put on making herself able for his task and thus begins
to sink down... only to be bared by his forelegs which quickly brace together a
bout her ribcage.
Now comes where the feline starts to realize her mistake, too late of course, fo
r his effort to hold her is far more discomforting than the last. A pained shri
ek wailing when the joint of a rib pops and sends a spark of fire up her spine.
Too tight!
As efforts to combat this grip elevate to twists and kicks her rump becomes pres
ented high and uncovered as she tries desperately to push forward out of his gri
p while her tail still finds itself stuck between pale undercoat and her own spi
ne.
A perfect target that would otherwise be nigh impossible for an animal of such v
ast differences to aim for.
The limp serpent, lifted and stiffened, finds itself wedged into the deliciously
soft fur that lines the inner edges of the cat's thigh with a crown of creamy w
hite fluff tempting the blunt nose of the zebra's flare.
It's too much to resist and thus the zebra thrusts... hard.
Cubs are born slowly and gradually work their way to the point of exit which, th
rough many contractions, yields and uncomfortably admits the slimy bundle of fur
into the world, leaving a feline's vaginal passage splayed open for just a mome
nt, though still quite widely to admit something so of that size through.
For the same passage to be forced to such a state in an instant makes the cheeta
h's wailed squabbles of pain and distress all too easy to understand the reasons
for.
Cries of pain turn to cries of fury as the greatest effort of flight she's ever
made yields only a harsher pain in her midsection where the stallion grips her.
Fangs, claws, anything to ward him off.
The zebra repostures, snorting his contempt for her resistance, and plunges forw
ard once more.
Hardly a half dozen panicked breaths can pass before the outline of an alien wel
t forms in the spotted feline's lean underside, clear indication of the trouble
she's put herself in.
Panic turns to shock, quieting the cheetah's struggles after only a moment of fu
ry. Eyes wide and hazed over stare upwards to the blue sky, disbelieving of the
wickedness descending upon her innards. The fire of stretched flesh, the bloat
ed cramp of compressed colon and bladder, the nausea of disturbed stomach. All
she can do is plant her hind paws in a wide posture, unwillingly holding her pel
vis at a lewdly high angle where a long stem of smooth, rigid flesh binds her to
her striped partner, one end wedged under her trapped tail, the other disappear
ing into darkness in his groin.
And then the thrusts begin.
A pleading and pitiful cry is all she manages, hardly moving from her statuesque
position as shock makes every muscle in her frame go rigid. This works to the
zebra's favor as her back angled hind legs are anchored into the sod and allow t
he intense frictions to be overcome during the initial, drier strokes till a mus
ty froth of the she-cat's fertile fluids builds in excess.
In a way she is lucky as the medial ring that marks the zebra's midpoint doesn't
even reach her grossly splayed loins due to the shortness of her body and the f
act of his forelegs being hasty in their placement about her forequarters.
The lust of breeding is swift and urgent, bringing the zebra to his end before t
he heavy lethargy of being so rigid can cause the cheetah to move at all from he
r humiliating posture before it is done. All she can do when a sickening rush o
f heat swells her belly even further is toss her head downwards and heave gaggin
g coughs at the earth, spittle flinging each time, thankful that her last meal w
as over a day ago.
For all his urgency and seeming skill in rutting the she-cat, everything turns t
o awkwardness the moment his release is done. Her tight body does not let him f
ree so easily no matter how much she may want freedom as well. This leads to a
potentially amusing display of a bitter and furious cheetah playing tug of war w
ith her own groin as the zebra backpedals stumblingly till enough force finally
overcomes the mushroom head flare's hold on her. A wailing screech being her th
anks in the end.
Little distance is obtained before her wobbly legs give out and send her stumbli
ng onto the grass, panting and wheezing in numb fury.
For the zebra it was the most bewildering and pleasing event on memory, his maw
foamed with rabid horniness. Instinct still plays it's role, bringing rise to t
he violence the predator displayed as well as her unnerving hisses, winning out
in the end and sending him stumbling then trotting away to flee the scene of the
crime.
All would seem to be over with for the desperate cat's bid for attention gone wr
ong, but such is not the case.
Perhaps if seclusion was chosen over seducing the zebra right where he stood she
would be greeted with peace now, instead the alarming sight of a feline predato
r being taken as a mare is seen by all that venture to investigate the source of
the squabbling.
Many can only stare in shock, disgust, or fear, but two find they like what they
see.
A huntress offering herself to the urges of those that would otherwise be slain
for her own needs? Oh, lucky day!
The two that take interest are brethren of the lucky one that captured the felin
e in his loins, zebras of the same herd. Why other species do not venture forth
is uncertain, but perhaps this cat would only accept a zebra and no other. Muc
h is uncertain.
Bold and curious are the immediately notable traits of the pair, one bold, the o
ther curious, for the former trots briskly across the open veldt to near the col
lapsed feline while the other circles and nears with head lowered and ears erect
. It is not just ears that are erect, though, for they are just as welcomed by
the mares as the initial zebra has been this time of season.
The first to reach her, the bold one, is the sort of prey that a predator hopes
to avoid. The protective and proud stud which has decided that he is not about
to take any guff from predators and will stand up to and try to assault any that
attack him or his herd mates. To lions this can mean either a botched hunt or
a particularly easy one if their coordination is good enough to take advantage o
f a stationary target.
Where it not for his clear arousal it would seem he may be intent on striking a
deadly blow, but instead his nostrils are lowered to puff and sniff at this deli
ghtful prize.
The cheetah sounds a growl to this along with stiff motions of her tail to sugge
st her unreadiness or unwillingness to deal with another zebra. Whether she has
decided she was a fool to have done this and is determined to flee to safer qua
rters as soon as her legs can move her or if she's tempted to try again but is s
till too weak to move, is unknown.
This sound gives both zebra pause, the nearest jostling back and tossing his hea
d with a shrill whiney in a moment of uneasiness. This reverts back, however, a
hoof scuffing the soil then stepping forward.
A wild screech fills the air when a most unpleasant bite is delivered to the she
-cat's fore shoulder, the cheetah lurching and twisting her head back to snap he
r jaws at the assaulter, but by then he's already pulling upwards.
It's all she can do to not combust with fury, gathering her slender legs and sup
porting her body while being elevated from the ground. Where it a lighter hold
and a gentler touch this might seem tender, but right away she favors the bitten
shoulder, lifting the forepaw up as she hops and hobbles on the other, muzzle g
rimaced with fangs displayed, growling harshly for what it's worth.
His fear is gone. She knows it. Fear of her own rises. What has she done?
Hoofs scuff, shuffle, and stamp, the rigid organ bobbing about as the stallion d
oes his best to make it seem as though he knows what he's doing. Fact of the ma
tter, though, is that she still has the advantage, the first zebra having gotten
lucky in her blind struggle, but now he has no control over where her rear plac
es itself.
And yet, up she stands.
Perhaps the fear got the better of her; perhaps the deep satisfaction that was o
btained after the first, despite its heavy cost, beckons her to seek more.
Her pained and distressed yawl that follows does not lack an edge of regret, tho
ugh.
As it was the feline did not elevate herself quite to the point that she had bee
n the first time, but the posturing zebra found his own luck in the form of a dr
y thrust wags his phallus downwards, meeting her soiled pelt just right to led t
o a few frightful seconds of rapid up thrust of the cheetah's pelvis and swift d
isplacement of the dark staff from open air to the feline's innards.
Shrill whines, snorts, and brays tell the world of how much greater this is than
what the initial assumption obtained from viewing the act from a distance.
As far the cheetah, her body does not go quite so stiff, though she immediately
takes to violent coughs as this zebra's medial ring not only meets her forcefull
y hiked loins but is among the flesh to vanish from sight, leading to a heavily
pregnant swell in her lean belly. The reason for this being that the initial st
raddle about her midsection is improved upon, placing striped forelegs wedged ri
ght up against the backside of her own forelegs, this forcing his cruel grip to
be released from her shoulder only to be replaced by another.
The hacking coughs send the feline convulsing and much of her smooth fur to crac
kle and stand on end, worsening the roguish appearance the first event placed on
her, not that she's well into the realm of unorthodox already by allowing herse
lf to be mounted by a zebra for a second time.
Curiously, the zebra seems concerned about these unpleasant sounds and does not
hold her to her offering just yet, instead depositing a few careful nibbles with
his fore lips on the crown of her head. Unfortunately his salivation is alread
y heavy, leaving being a slimy damp spot in his wake with many spikes of wetted
fur when she recoils from this and spits a hiss to make her stand on this fairly
clear.
In response, he thrusts. A sharp whiney seems to suggest disappointment that sh
e did not share his slobbery affections, but that does not matter now.
The dappled cat jerks her head up, fangs bared and sounding a high pitched cry t
hat is muffled by her closed jaw, marred also by the continued spasms of her lun
gs that make her body quake and lurch outside of the motions forced upon her by
the violating zebra.
Much less time passes, just a few strokes, before the froth of her excess gather
s around the stroking staff, easing his travels with each jerky rise and fall of
her pelvis.
He is not the only one to salivate now, too, for a glossiness builds as slowly s
lides down the feline's upturned jaw to her neck as shock is replaced by a stimu
lation so horrible her belly burns with wicked desire for more.
Pain cannot be denied, however, and the initial basking turns to desperate strug
gled, head tossing up and down, limbs pacing and pawing at the earth, breath puf
fing a desperate gasps as a pleading whine sounds in her chest.
No mercy is given.
The hacking coughs are once more shot from her lowered head, this time expelling
strings of burning bile and a glimmer of blood from her own violent efforts to
expel the intruder and his gush of heat into her disturbingly distended belly.
Peace is relative, though the zebra again tries to quell her anger with nibbles
to the back of her head and ears, this time not being warded off by the quiverin
g cheetah.
To resigned and weakened is she to put up a fight, and all she can do is keep he
r damp and disheveled hind legs postured to keep her skewered rump up to the hei
ght his mostly penetrated flesh dictates until he loosens, relaxes, and lets her
go free.
The awkward tug of war is unavoidable, however, and the feline cries in terror d
uring the few moments before she jars free, scrambling, dragging, and finally co
llapsing on the earth a rather short distance away.
The initially bold zebra, perhaps seeing that she has taken what she can for now
, backs away and retreats to locate another patch of grass to dine upon. Doubtf
ul is he that they should ever meet again, but her scent is well remembered shou
ld his nose detect it once more.
And that would be that, however it was not one zebra that ventured interest in t
he feline but two.
Much to the cheeathress' surprise, and a fair amount of dismay, little time pass
es before the third zebra makes his presence known. Before she can do more than
tense up it is realized that this one has kneaded down and settled himself besi
de her, curling his limbs to tuck his body as close to her as possible in what f
eels to be a protective manner. Breath puffs across her frayed, scuffed, damp,
and musty body, but not other contact is made.
The feline's mind is too much a fog to do more than see she's not being assaulte
d again and, thusly, accepts the protection, settling back down.
It makes for a sight almost stranger than the one of moments before, one abused
cheetah being watched after by the same sort of beast that violated her previous
ly.
Some times passes with her making the most of this protection, though in the end
the sweetness of solitude beckons her to move on to where no creature will like
ly disturb her.
A soft chirp comes from her maw as her body begins to move, unfurling slowly and
drawing away from the pale undercoat of the zebra beside her, moving in a seaml
ess and carefully slow motion in a manner aiming to not disturb the stallion and
, hopefully, allow her to hobble away without so much as a purr or nuzzle of hal
f hearted thanks.
Such is not the case, though. The zebra rising promptly upon her drawing away w
ith ginger liping applied to her non-bitten fore shoulder the moment he can reac
h at it.
The spotted cat makes a shrill note of complaint, but with the nibbles made in a
much more soothing manner than those before it doesn't take long for her inner
eyelids to drop around her hazy gaze while her head sinks downward, unwittingly
accepting his affections despite a sinking feeling as to it's aim.
Indeed the steed does backpedal, making matters only worse for her already heavi
ly rubbed and frayed backside fur, leaving behind a trail of saliva and spiked f
ur till it is her hindquarters that he focuses on.
A low whine is all she can do to complain as her heavily soiled loin fur and bon
ey thigh is nibbled across, coaxing her hind legs to elevate ever so slowly up i
nto the contact.
No... no... no more, please no more.
And yet, she cannot do more than pull her upper lip up to expose her fangs when
the zebra hops and carefully bounds to mount upon her rump which obediently sink
s down to accommodate.
His efforts are still aimed at trying to prop his body atop of hers, but after v
iewing twice now how other zebras go about breeding a cheetah he has notion of h
ow to improve upon it.
The initial contact of his flare brings out a sharp chirp and duck of her pelvis
downward in resistance, but it is motion that is mitigated by the zebra hunchin
g down as well and all the feline can do is stiffen and buck in his hold during
the moment he spends compressing her torso and forcing her overworked passageway
to splay open and admit a third intruder into her body.
A long string of high pitched wails and whimpers sings the sad song of the fooli
sh cheetah and her folly of this day... however the deeper he sinks, doing so fa
r slower than the last two with rolling thrusts, foreleg paces, and slow arcs of
his own spine, the more she salivates and is drooling quite heavily by the time
the second zebra's point of positioning is reached.
Much to her fears, this one doesn't accept this as the best posture.
Rather, the zebra pans his forelegs out around her sore fore shoulders, hind hoo
ds staying stationary while his body leans forward ever further over the top of
hers, much to additional height on her quivering rump.
Weak little cries come with wet smacks of maw as her inclined head bores a plead
ing gaze up at his jaw so high above her, a gaze that is unreturned as the steed
breaths heavily through flared nostrils, focusing on taking the dappled mare fo
r all she can give.
A shrill whine greets his right foreleg elevating in front of her fore shoulder,
the hoof angling back between the feline's own limbs till she has to pick up an
d curl her quiversome limb up to deal with the heavy presence now embracing her
front the front.
It's terrifically intimate and its purpose is served with dramatic effect when h
ind hoofs pace forward then drive striped thighs downward. Where thick and smoo
th shaft disappears from sight comes an ever more pregnant swell in her undersid
e.
Choked and once more in total shock, the feline expels a number of silent coughs
of foamy saliva and bile when her stomach becomes forcefully compressed with th
is new depth of violation. Small noises of the terror stricken variety eek out
as the most violent of spasms hit her body for one moment of what seems to poten
tially be the feline's last.
A full minute later the cheetah holds her muzzle steady, inclined slightly, lip
drawn up into a weak but meaningful snarl. Despite her plight she also holds he
r hind legs at a sturdy backward angle, muscles and sinews stretched to their li
mit to reach the great height of the zebra's groin while providing a firm brace
into the earth. The lifted foreleg remains curled back, hovering just below her
chest and leaned into the angular hoof that holds her steady and still, unmoved
from what seems to be full impalement on his fleshy spear. The dappled tail, h
aving been a limp and non-participating appendage till now, curls loosely around
the steed's great sac and back behind his hind leg, touching the slender cannon
of it ever so delicately.
This is when it finally begins.
A yelp is all she manages; eyes squeezed shut, lip drawing up just a little bit
high while drool again begins to dangle off her jaw.
Whumpf.. whumpf.. whumpf... -chirp-.. whumpf.. whumpf.. whumpf.. -chirp-..