As certain as the sun rising in the morning and setting at night, so was the presence of the feline clan, a group of lionesses tearing through the grasslands like an everlasting storm. Headed by their leader, the absolute incarnation of viciousness, the options for everyone who called this land home were limited; relinquish your territory, or fall on it. Whether it was the Zebra, the Oryx, or even their fellow lions, the females' swift and brutal raids had garnered them the biggest share of land known in the region, with their expansion showing no hint of slowing in the immediate future.

It was understandable that the band of huntresses believed themselves to be insurmountable, given the scale of success to their credit. Most would stand down at the threat of their might, while those whom had tried to stand their ground were punished severely. It was during a routine survey of the lands that the clan had spotted the gathering in the valley below, a Rhinoceros clan, apparently all bulls, who appeared to have been unaware of the arrangement, or worse, apathetic to it. Although the felines had never accosted adversaries of this size before, they were no strangers to triumphs over larger opponents, and had yet to find even the horizon of their own limits.

Guided by their war-painted leader, the decision was made in that moment to charge the valley, and drive the unworthy beasts off of the land. The group would roar their usual battle cry, the bulls below going on the alert. The females' weapons were drawn while their opponents braced for the apparent clash. The bulls wielded no blades or clubs of their own, taking pride in the natural abilities of their thick and hard bodies. The felines shouted for the bulls to clear the area, but it was apparent that they had chosen to stand against the raiding predators instead. The collision was chaotic, the speed of the felines clashing with the brute strength of the Rhinoceros body. The females dodged the attempted gores of the larger beasts while the thick skin of the bulls absorbed the punishment delivered by either the weapons the felines carried or the claws they possessed. Most of the females had decided to attack in pairs, while the clan's leader always took pride in acting alone, standing off with a lone bull who had been separated from the rest.

She issued her usual threats while the bull merely tilted his head at the smaller opponent, offering little respect for her demands. With no patience for his dismissals, she opened with several quick swipes of her claws, landing a few slashes although they did little to damage the thick hide protecting his body. Fighting with impunity, she moved in closer to the beast that towered over her, continuing the assault before being surprised by a hard shove from his powerful arms, tumbling back into the grass. She growled in annoyance, unable to recall the last time she had been taken from her feet in battle. The feline immediately drew her spear and lunged at the bull, one of her thrusts grazing his arm. Before she could rear back to deliver another salvo, the bull took hold of the weapon's shaft, yanking the female close as they fought for control. The struggle wouldn't last long, the superior strength of the larger beast allowing him to wrest the weapon away, and snap the shaft in the middle, tossing it aside. The feline's eyes widened, realizing she had never before sparred with an opponent of his strength. She was taken aback when he charged at her, responding with a delayed attempt at another slash. Before she realized it, she had been scooped up off of the ground, something she hadn't experienced since she was a cub. She thrashed and scratched at her captor who carried her beneath his arm to the nearby boulder upon which the broken spear now rested.

The bull sat down upon the rock, situating the feisty clan leader into his lap. She continued to struggle against his grip before her view slipped down between her thighs, where she first saw it. The bull stood powerfully erect, the intimidating length of him now jutting up against her groin, pulsing against her fur. Although his intentions seemed obvious, she couldn't fathom what was to come next. Her thrashing grew more desperate as the wide tip of his penis pushed hard against her body's vulnerable entrance. She was locked in place as the rigid flesh prodded into her over and over again, attempting to break ground within her. The bull realized quite soon that more preparation was needed before he could succeed, here. He reached up to lap at his palm, allowing her to free one of her arms, though she still remained unable to escape from her position atop his leathery thighs. As the bull slathered the natural lubricant over his length, the lioness leader shouted out to the rest of her clan, who continued the fierce battle against their larger foes. In the chaos along with her distance from the fray, her calls went unanswered. Before she could try again, she gasped at the feeling of the newly-slicked bulls penis once again pressing into her crotch, delivering more repeated prods in its attempts to part her fur and flesh. She couldn't believe how hot it felt to the touch, continuing to writhe within his frame. Although he felt he could finally make the plunge if he truly wanted to, the winning Rhinoceros decided he would make it just a little more comfortable for himself. His thick fingers dove down between her legs, rubbing at the female both inside and out as she hissed and squirmed at the intense sensation. He would sustain a few more scratches on his arms but remained focused on his task. This time her growls sounded closer to that of a lioness in season, indicating to the bull that he was getting close. The feline blushed beneath her fur at the feeling of the moistness emerging from within her at his skillful touch. She once again tried to cry out to her allies but found it even harder to project her voice in this moment. She reached out desperately in their direction before her arm was pulled back by the powerful male. And there it was again, the broad tip of his masculinity pushed firmly against her femininity, and those repetitive, humiliating prods against her. Her growls sounded something more akin to a cub's meow as her body began to give way to the prodding, the first inches of his penis finding their way.

In the distance, an ally leaped onto the back of one of the bulls, holding on tight as he tried to buck her off. Even in the ferocity of their struggle, the feline saw her leader in the distance and went still. Her distraction caused her to be thrown from the bull's back but even the impact of the ground only briefly upset her gaze. Slowly, the rest of the felines and bulls began to realize what was happening across the grassy valley, and the brawl gradually calmed. The lioness clan watched as their leader was pushed down onto the length of the bull's penis, desperately planting a paw against his leg to lift herself off of it, only to be shoved back down onto its girth, inadvertently assisting in her own embarrassment. She let out guttural growls at the feeling inside of her. She had never expected that her body would accommodate his like this, even with some coercion, a fact she was horrified to be learning in such a profound way. Yes she had finally been discovered but now she had realized how little she truly wanted to be, never wanting to be seen this way by her loyal subordinates. She reached for her broken spear on the ground, an act that looked more pitiful than anything. She came close to getting a hold of it whenever she was pushed back down onto his girth, effectively preventing her from doing much beyond gasping at the sensation until she was lifted back up again. Part of her knew it wouldn't have saved her even if she could get the weapon in her paws, again.

Many of the felines realized they should have intervened, struggling to react swiftly to such a sordid sight. The rest of bulls, meanwhile, never thought to do what their friend had done until now. Their sense of rage and hostility turned to a kind of twisted amusement. Indeed, they too were surrounded by vulnerable feline females. Their excitement rose, swiftly. Before the females could run to save their leader, they realized that the bulls around them were standing erect, stomping in their direction. Just like that, the feel of the battle had shifted. Some of the felines stumbled back while others could just stare, a situation unfolding they had never experienced and, mentally, were unprepared for.

Their leader was helpless as she watched the situation unfold, her own allies either fleeing in a new desperation or foolishly staying to fight. A few would get away while others were soon scooped up like she had been, or pinned down to the ground. Like her they scratched at clawed at their amorous captors and like her, they were fruitless in stopping them. Soon they too would learn the intimate bounds of their body's limitations. The bull snorted in pleasured, the warm air blowing through the fur on her neck. The others would learn what she was now learning, that this was nothing like a male lion's anatomy. In fact, she remembered little of the last one she had allowed to touch her. This experience, in contrast, she would never forget.

Commission for a guy who said that rhinos seem like "raw, sexual beings." If you find this to be sexual, I guess.