Soft muffled groans escape those painfully parted tiers her form sleek and black, Heavy clawed paws would crush the soft underbrush below. Powerful hind legs bent and flex squeezed down into the thick rubbery latex that made up that Panther-suit. Long tail would sway lewdly from side to side with every movement she made. Shapely broad hips swaying, Full rounded breast easily the side of a well...Panthers head would be squeezed, hugged by the thick latex of the panther suit, crushed against her chest causing her breathing to be labored without even moving! The final edition would be that feline muzzled mask fitted over those gentle features, Dropped into the wild, The Amazon to be exact, Blistering sun beaming down on her Sleek black form causing her shapely form to drip with sweat within her bondage causing those pheromones, lewd scents burning her eyes causing them to water, It had been hours since she had been suited up and dropped into the wild after a safari trip and paying the owner handsomely to get...up close and personal with the animals, The man having taken her money before she was shot, Hit with a tranquilizer shot rendering her unconscious for untold hours as the man she paid struggled to suit her up, injecting heavy Liters of those pheromones into her body till her stomach swelled, distending slightly, Those plump..neitherlips and that pert little tail hole would drool, dripping with those scents marking her as a mate before a meal to all those would approach her before she would wake up under a shade tree, Miles from the nearest town, in a land full of hungry creatures...lions, tigers, zebra's to name just a few..but other dangers counting poachers and just the innocent person riding one of those safari bus's..seeing the lurid sights of the land..The poor shapely woman within having every expectation she would become the next big thing in this, Savannah. A lewd attraction in interspecies breeding as far as the tourist would be concerned. Which would occur first she had to wonder, tracking down the deeply rutted path where the tour jeeps would cut through the Savannah, or her being tracked down by the first able bodied male.. whatever.. that picked up on that overwhelming cocktail of drugs and scents that would compel whatever came near to overtake and mate that falsified panther.. Who knew how long she was already out there, the breeze blowing over her latex and fur covered body, carrying that thick, balmy 'breed me' scent through the open air.. surely there was already sounds of a frenzy in the Savannah, males, already in heat given the season, were eagerly tracking suitable females, even ones not prepared for that time of the season, simply to satisfy the urges her presence was creating.. some were more selective though.. choosing to track what they read was the potent female..
It must of been hours she stalked.. wondered those long grassy plains in search of life.. Sleek black furried form creating a humid radiating aura of lust around her, sweating within the suit only serving to cause those pheromones to grow more potent, Sure she promised she would let anything that came her way at her.. yet the wanton harlot had eyes for one beast in particular before she was knotted or ripped by barbed lengths.. A Zebra! Of all creatures therein she wanted one of the biggest, and promised that man who she paid more than handsomely it would have its length between those plump half moons before the sun set beyond the horizon.. but this meant Finding one! or letting one or a herd even Find her! The girl biting off more than she could chew? Well..only one way to find out and that was to dive head.. or in her case muzzle first into what ever pointed her way! Luckily, she'd get what she paid for, It wasn't too much longer after she'd set her sights on tracking down zebra that she'd find a stretch of running water always a great opportunity to cross the local wildlife, especially since it was so scarce with midday waning, it was time that most of the bestiary would be back out and about from their cover, seeking out a bit of food and water she wouldn't have to travel along it long before she saw clusters of those massive beasts, white and black stripes as far as she could see, however granted, in that mask she couldn't rightly see that far the trouble was that she would be downwind of them at the moment meaning that scent wasn't carrying to the multiple males trotting about, drinking and drifting
Ears perked and always turning, though her approach was drawing attention, heads starting to lift to look at her, more curious than anything to them, she was a panther, and even with that Pheromone cocktail there were no promises that she wasn't going to be trampled, or Crushed beneath hoof as a panther. Yet the shapely woman paid greatly for such a adventure expecting to be let out come the next days sunrise! But such a time would never come, They had no intention or reason to set her free! The girl a walking source of income should one of those jeeps or buses pass her by while she is being mounted by another.. such a scene of a Zebra mourning a panther would surely draw people back and paying much more for a chance to see such lurid sights! Her heavy paws carried her slower and slower as the sun bared down upon her, Her consistent advance made that herd more and more anxious, shifting, some starting to drift away from her, while other, larger beasts came closer to her, trying to intimidate her with their advance, their size and their numbers of course, that would be exactly what she wanted! the bigger, stronger males to get closer to her, weeding out the weaker and younger for the best of the best strange crying and growling like only a zebra could make would ring in her ears as they tried their best to spook the panther into leaving, as she got closer, that scent was drawing nearer, and those that were trying to scare her were getting more and more aggressive, blood pumping faster, The closer she grew the more the Size difference between the 'panther' and the Zebra became more... apparent, no way it could properly mount her even if such came to it! Saliva dripped from that feline muzzle, She could practically taste it, The thick beads of sweat she could see dripping down their striped forms
After hours of sweating, that mixture upon her skin fermenting, she could see through blurred eyes an almost immediate reaction as the wind shifted, carrying those lewd scents in the direction of the Zebra. The males beginning to shift and knicker, sheaths hanging from their bellies beginning to stretch and thicken, those thick, glistening length's she craved experiencing were coming into view dripping, drooling with thick mouthfuls of untold fluids collection within their Sheath's, Heavy paws crushed the dry soil beneath each step as she slowly approached, Her path sending her not just to one but putting herself between the one and its herd! Her only hope being that each realized such scents were coming from her and not from elsewhere, Hoping, praying those pungent scents would keep her from being trampled and in a way, they would. Before the faux panther realized it, That lead stallion hidden in her blind spot would approach, Hooves came down stabbing into the earth on ether side of her head, so dangerously close to crushing her skull with a single misstep. The Zebra moved over her, immediately moving for position no thought, no foreplay, the pheromones told him the story, whether she was a zebra or not, It wouldn't mater by this point, She was naught more than something for the stallion to spill its seed into.
Finally, her dream would be coming true! But fantasy was sometimes left as that, Her back arched, Hind quarters stretching upwards keeping her shapely backside raised, Her hips would buck and shift, Grinding her soft pelt covered flesh against that flaccid length as it grew, more and more with each pulse of the beast's heart, Need for survival released by lust to be sated, In her case the lewd want...Need to be stuffed, Or in the Zebra's case a twisted pheromone induced need to be sheathed within this...Panther as if she were one of its herd. The force of those thrusts were simply bone jarring as the Zebra's length grew fully from its sheath, Thrust, Stabbed into her again and again leaving thick whelps against her flesh in mock outline of that thick crowned tip. The beast's drool dripped from its maw, She couldn't see that length as it grew more and more, drooled with thick mouthfuls of precum against her fur, But she could feel it, Feel those jarring thrust which would leave deep black and blue whelps against her flesh under the thin later of latex and fur, Finally it would hit near its mark massive crowned head hitting brutally against those plump, glistening black stained latex neither lips bruising her before again and again hitting against raised half moons, Her hips bucked, as she squirmed, The woman's stomach churned with panic and want, Lust bubbling deep within her belie as thick drops of saliva dropped from the Stallions maw down splashing against her masked head, Those pheromones drowned briefly by the thick balmy scent of the Zebra's scent, pungent scent of sweat as thick beads dripped from the Zebra's thick grapefruit sized balls, But her cheeks flushed with those scents before she realized her position left her all to close to the mighty stud's Herd would more pick up on that scent before the lewd union had finished?
She'd have to learn that answer in time it was doubtful that she could think of much when that moment finally came and that drooling length stabbed deep into her un-expecting, but so desperately hoping anal entrance stretching it in an instant to its limits and beyond, straining her body as inches at a time were rammed and crammed deep into her guts and bowels, and still more coming! Sinking further into her body, Plunging deeper into her bowels as inch after merciless inch would vanish up that shapely backside, Ruining the woman for any lesser beast, Yet.. more approached.. nickering, hooved feet raking at the ground.. All around the little Pantheress.. This all to accepting mount..