Girls Gone Wild: Safari Edition

The sun hadn’t yet risen high enough to scorch
when, shortly after breakfast,
Ahliviah made her way down to the pool.

She and her two best friends Marleigh and Braxlyn
had arrived yesterday at the Krokottas Resort in Tanzania.
Their trip, booked through the Sexy Safari Company
in New York City, had so far come as a disappointment.

The company’s website featured a buxom blonde woman on her back,
a black-maned lion looming over her naked body.
The implication had been more than clear:
Book a safari with us
and find satisfaction beyond your wildest dreams.
She’d stared at it until she could practically feel
the lion’s claws against her waist
and the wide tip of its dick kissing the lips of her pussy.

The customer service agent with whom she’d spoken
while planning the trip had gone on at length
about the company’s thousands of satisfied customers
and assured her that she would encounter leopards and lions
in addition to hippos, antelopes, and cheetahs.

Hippos? Not quite what she was looking for,
but to each their own. Marleigh, for example,
had seemed weirdly excited upon hearing
about potential encounters with what she called
well-hung river horses.

Oh, sure, on the drive to the lodge they’d glimpsed
— at a great distance — a few giraffes.
A solitary lion had watched them proceed
and swished his tail with regal disdain
before turning away.

It had been underwhelming to say the least.
If she were honest, she’d half expected that lion
to race across the plain and ravish her in the Jeep.
When it hadn’t, she’d nursed a hope
that the big cat would pace into the dining room
in the midst of their five-course dinner
and have its way with her over dessert.

Sigh. Of course, that hadn’t happened either.
She’d retired to bed, wondering whether
a black panther might sneak into her room
and ravish her in the depths of the night,
but she’d woken in the morning
having slept like a log.

Well, today was a new day.
Hope had dawned anew with the sun,
and she was going to take advantage
of all the delights that Africa had to offer,
starting with the resort’s swimming pool.

The resort encouraged its clients
to really indulge in the idea of a Sexy Safari.
As such, swimming suits were optional.
This information had been imparted multiple times
during check in, as well as in
an informational brochure in her room.

The blue waters of the pool shone.
Ahliviah shed her clothes
and lay down on a deck chair.
The sun kissed the creamy expanses of her breasts
and the delicate, freshly waxed folds of her pussy.

Her fingers trailed down between her legs.
She’d not waxed down there before,
but in anticipation of the Sexy Safari
she’d decided to do something
to get herself into the mood. Of course,
her shriek as the wax came off
had most definitely not fallen into the category of sexy,

but no pain, no gain, right?
She stroked the bare skin.
Why had she never waxed before?
Without all that unnecessary hair,
she could touch herself so much more easily
in just…the…right…way…

She gasped as a low laugh interrupted her.
Across the water, the most hideous animal
that she’d ever seen grinned at her.
Its white fangs gleamed in the sunlight.

She stared as it advanced towards her along the pool’s edge.
In turn, it fixed its golden eyes on her.

She’d imagined a lion.
Like the one on the website.
Sleek, golden elegance
and understated nobility.

This animal was most definitely not a lion
despite its rippling muscles
and the way that it advanced upon her
with the confidence of an apex predator.

She couldn’t look away.
Her gaze took in its spotted fur…
the oversized ears…the snub-nosed snout…
the slavering maw replete
with shining white fangs.

A hyena.

She stifled a belated scream.
The customer service agent
had never mentioned hyenas.

She tried again to tear her gaze away
and failed. If it had been a human,
she would have described it quite simply
as ripped. Cut. Built. It looked like
it spent a good portion of each day
in the gym.

Apparently, scavenging for food on the savannah
could do that to you.

Her gaze travelled downwards
and she gasped at the sight
of the creature’s erect cock bobbing against its abdomen.
Its heavy balls swayed like grotesque pendulums
as it continued its advance towards her.

“Ohmygawd,” she whispered.

That invocation of the Lord
seemed to break either the creature’s spell
or her own inertia. Not that she cared which.
She snatched her towel up
and fled back into the lodge,
sparing not a single glance behind her.

Barking laughter echoed
across the still waters of the pool
as if the creature were mocking her.

Ahliviah collapsed on her bed,
her chest heaving.
Ohmahgawd ohmahgawd ohmahgawd!

The hyena could have taken her right there
in broad daylight
beside the swimming pool!
Would anyone have heard her scream?
She hadn’t encountered any other guests
besides Braxlyn and Marleigh,
and the handful of staff were so unobtrusive
as to be invisible.

But wasn’t that what she wanted?
To be ravished by a wild animal
with no regard for propriety, decency, or decorum?
She’d signed up for a Sexy Safari, after all.

Not with a hyena, though.
She’d pictured herself in the paws
of a lion or a leopard,
maybe even a wildebeest,
not a misshapen grinning freak
with a laugh straight out of Arkham Asylum.
On the other hand,
maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
A hyena was a far cry from a lion,
but those muscles had flowed
with a sleekness and grace
that she couldn’t quite put out of her mind.

Then there was that, uh,
that giant cock, for lack of a better word.
Marleigh had mentioned hippos being “hung like a horse”
but after what she’d just seen
the expression really ought to be
“hung like a hyena.”