A Hunting We Will Go...
#3 of Older Stories
Another old piece that wasn't uploaded on So Furry
A Hunting We Will Go...
By: Malic
It was midsummer when the call came from the upper floor to replace a long time member of the hunting club. It seems that the only members of upper middle management that weren't going on the trip were the ones who either were too busy or didn't agree with the act ethically which oddly enough turned out to be a majority of them since it was more or less lion poaching trips disguised as African Safari. James decided to sign up, not due to any real interest in killing a lion due to actually liking the animals, but had finally had enough of the day to day grind that middle management seemed all too happy to supply in great stinking heaps.
James had been working for the company for close to a dozen years with no promotion in sight, it seemed like a trip to the company resort could be the break he needed. Could be anyway. The flight out to Africa and subsequent money he had to spend to make it to the camp seemed like it would render any such career advancement moot as he would still remain trapped forever in a suddenly birthed mound of debt. On top of all that the upper middle management guys were all assholes, which didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would.
In fact during the second day of the safari James decided to borrow one of the jeeps and just explore the savannah on his own terms away from the group. Eventually stopping by a watering hole that just so happened to have a little magic left over from before man had built their fires. A primal urge seemed to overtake James as he drove up to the water. Stepping out of the vehicle leaving his gun in the back seat as well James found himself on all fours lapping up water from the rather dirty looking pond.
Snapping out of it he pulled himself back from the water, revolted by what he had done. That's when he saw the lions. Dozens of them, a whole pride perhaps, had managed to sneak right up on him without him so much as noticing before they had him completely surrounded. Being a rational human being under these situations James immediately ran as far and fast as he could, making it only halfway to the jeep before getting pounced on and held down by several lionesses. Within the blink of an eye his clothing was ripped away by their powerful claws, but to his surprise his flesh did not go with it.
As the lionesses moved away from the now nude James he found his eyes locked on the lion in front of him. The powerful and majestic beast had an imposing and regal presence, and the lengthening rod hanging down between his legs did a lot to enhance that image. James let out a low whimper as he began to grasp what was going on. He wanted to run away and never look back, but upon thinking that a powerful low growl escaped the large maw of the male lion causing any thoughts of the type to vanish as a wave of arousal seemed to overtake him.
The large male lion stepped forward and began to caress James' stiffening rod with his rough yet pleasurable tongue. It was then that he felt the changes washing over him as he lay back on the savannah dirt fully nude though that was soon to change thanks to the fur currently spreading like a wildfire over his body. James found himself unable to contain his arousal as the coarse tongue went to work. He had a feeling that by feeling such pleasure at this moment he was agreeing to something, and as he noticed the matching fur grow over his belly as well as several rows of teats it seemed all the more likely that he wasn't going to be a male much longer.
Without noticing the lion's tongue had begun to pick up speed as a little pre began to coat the length of James' now shrinking tool. Even though his arousal was at its peak really how could it not be as his body began to seemingly take a shape it had been longing for since he were born yet still he found himself shrinking. He already knew what was happening, but to see it and think about it made it feel all the more bizarre as his body began to change further. Soon his hands and feet were far different as they had now grown more accustomed to walking upon all fours, causing his rear legs to hang rather amusingly over the shoulders of the powerful lion that was causing these changes. The change from his hands to paws was the most troubling as he found himself worried as to how he would operate the jeep to get back to the camp.
It was at that point that two things dawned on James. Firstly, he would never be going back to either the camp or his boring office job again, and secondly, that a long tail had promptly sprouted causing him to arch his back in response. This arch of the back seemed to be all his tool needed to release the last burst of seed he would ever make as the lion sucked him dry eagerly awaiting what would happen next. As the climax finally reached the rest of his body James let out a wholly inhuman roar of satisfaction as his head and neck soon found themselves matching completely with the rest of his new body. The large male backed away, as if to admire his work from afar.
James picked herself up and ran to the watering hole to get a glimpse of the new her. Her fears, and secretly wants, were realized completely as a maneless lioness not only greeted her but matched her movements move for move as she stared down into the murky water. She honestly didn't know at that moment to cry in terror or rejoice that something fantastic and strange had worked its way into the life of such an ordinary and boring life.
During this self reflection the new lioness had little time to react to the light sniffing of her rear before a weight on her back kept her from moving. She didn't have to look up as even though the water was murky she could still make out the features of the powerful male that took both her humanity and her sex away. Now perched atop her rump she knew full well what he intended to do, and with a whimper of fear or ecstasy she did not know her tail moved to the side to allow him unimpeded access to what she was sure would seal whatever magicks were at work here.
With a low growl and a bite at her neck the large male drove himself forward, his barbed masculinity causing untold amounts of pleasure and pain for the new lioness who had taken to moaning and growling with every other thrust. The musky smells of the savannah, but most of all her mate, began to cloud her mind like a haze as she found herself unable to look away from the vague outline of her mate in the water. The reflection, the powerful barbed rod thrusting in and out of her, and the smell of her lover all served as constant reminders as to what she now was. A common lioness for the rest of her days, as a single spurt of pre meant by nature to ease the process of reproduction was more than enough to lock her forever in this new and somehow comforting form.
The lioness found herself forced to push up against her mate, not only to provide extra pleasurable inches for herself, but to prevent the two of them from sliding into the watering hole and cutting their mating short. After all, if she was trapped forever in this new form she might as well enjoy the initial ride. The lion bit down a bit harder as once again his thrusts gained speed. The pleasure was more immense than James could ever hope to imagine as she found herself cursing the fact that she hadn't done this long ago. In and out in and out he went, and James soon found herself approaching climax already. Letting loose a roar she clenched down heavily on the male lion's wonderful manhood as if she wanted to keep it there forever, and in response he flooded her with his juices. Whatever hesitation James had before over this whole life changing situation seemed to melt away as her lover breathed heavily on the nape of her neck.
The male laid there lazily on her back, his rod acting almost like a cork for all the juices he had emptied into her, and she was more than comfortable with this act as his tool
slowly softened within her. Savoring every moment of the act she found herself saddened by his pulling out causing so much of his juices to spill onto the ground. Though that wasn't nearly as worrying as the fear that her new mate had not received the most pleasure possible. Committing herself to return the favor that he had done to her at the start he muzzle soon found its way to his member and she took it upon herself to clean him before doing the same to herself.
Her old life seemed to fade away in the distance as she took the length of his limp member into her maw. Even now her name seemed impossible to grasp at as all the memories of her old life now seemed distant and unpleasant when compared to the raw natural pleasure she received from servicing her lover, and she found herself not only looking forward to many more matings, but tending to their many kits that would soon follow seemed to make her happy as well. That would be dealt with later however, as the lion's rod soon stiffened just as she finished cleaning, and the new lioness soon held her rear to him eagerly awaiting his assistance to scratch an itch she didn't really know she had until that day. As the lion reared up to mount another of his lionesses for the first of many times over the next few weeks the sun began to set on the savannah.
**
James was never found by following the GPS implanted on his jeep, and even though the circumstances were odd it seemed fairly evident that though there was no blood on the scene the shredded clothing pointed towards a lion attack. This part of the savannah was prone to these types of disappearances, though the anti-social behavior exhibited by most of the ones to seemingly be drawn into the area ended up thwarting any plans for retribution against the lions in the area.