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There were few creatures in the world who were more certain of their royal prowess than Nbowa.

With red shorts and blonde bangs that were known the world over, Nbowa ruled over the kingdom of his house with an iron paw, and his appetite for raw steak was overshadowed only by his propensity for naps.

He was asleep so often, in fact, that it was fairly common for those other furs who lived nearby to him to sneak over to his house and wander the place without his having any knowledge of it.

"This...this really seems like a bad idea. I think he's gonna be really pissed off."

Two such visitors, one living just up the street, and one coming from afar, were standing in the narrow passage of Nbowa's kitchen, debating their next move. One voice came as a sound of reason, trying to talk itself out of the act that was soon to come, while another rang devious, filling the second wolf with bitter thoughts of revenge.

"Of course he's going to be angry, but that's the point! He's been nothing but mean to you for the last five years...he's treated you like a second class citizen, for no reason beyond your birthright! You don't have to stand for that any longer, Lykanos. We can do something about this!"

"But...he's actually pretty nice to me...I mean, most of the time he's just teasing."

Arms crossed over a chest clad with dark, raven fur. "Is he?"

It was such a simple question, but Lykanos, for all of his years of knowing Nbowa, never really stopped to think about the implications of how he was treated. There were always claims of a foul smell whenever he came around, he was given last dibs at fresh meat whenever steaks were served, and somehow, he always ended up sleeping on the floor...or worse, outside on the cold, hard ground.

The pattern was a nut that even a blind squirrel could have picked out.

"I...I mean..."

" Do it," Aaron suggested, allowing his bright, intense eyes of yellow to burrow holes of dissent into his fellow wolf. "He deserves this fate, for the way that he's treated you. It's time for his reign of terror to be brought to an end!"

Nbowa was sleeping as peacefully as ever, resting on the large stack of mattresses, pillows and blankets that he used as a bed. It was a literal mountain of comfort in his bedroom, and somehow, he still managed to throw half of the contents thereof to the floor, in the process of getting comfortable. A smaller, decorative pillow was clenched tightly in his paws, arms wrapped around it to keep it snug to his chest, and his maw was opened wide around it, gnawing on the corner as if it were the flank of a freshly hunted antelope.

He was none the wiser to his fate, as Lykanos and Aaron crept out of the kitchen and down the short hallway toward the bedroom. Arrogant as ever, Nbowa slept with his door wide open, assured that no one would be foolish enough to attack him in his sleep.

His instincts were wrong to make such an assumption, and as Lykanos crossed the threshold and stepped his footpaw into the room, the lion didn't stir even in the slightest. A tiny strand of drool crept down from the corner of his muzzle, staining one of his many pillows and leaving him as a rather humorous sight, rather than the powerful and intimidating lion that he often fancied himself to be. Clad in only the trademark red shorts that he was known for wearing, he was actually entirely vulnerable in his sleep, and though his rounded ears were perked to any sounds that came, the wolves moved with expert silence; even the floor boards refused to creak as Lykanos came to stand over his old friend.

Paws froze as if they were stuck in concrete, and Lykanos did his best not to tremble with indecision. He easily could bite Nbowa at any time, and with just a quick nip, the deed would be done. He just still wasn't sure if he should do it or not.

He acted as the angel on his own shoulder, reminding him of all of the good times that he'd had with Nbowa. He and the lion had a long, outstanding friendship, and there was no reason for him to betray that, as Aaron encouraged him to.

"Remember that time he said you smelled?"

Lykanos couldn't remember how many times he'd been called smelly by the sleeping lion. It was like a nervous tick for him, anymore, and perhaps, this straw was simply one too many for the typically docile wolf, as his jowls lifted, and his fangs gritted tightly together at the sight of the sleeping "king."

"Let's see how you like being a smelly wolf!" Lykanos growled aloud, and though Nbowa's eyes began to flutter open, it was already too late for him to react. Lykanos threw himself forward and wrapped his fangs around the ankle of the sleeping beast, and Aaron, not wanting to miss his chance to influence the change, clenched his own teeth around Nbowa's wrist, locking his fangs in with such a tight grip that even a tired lion couldn't keep from yelling out in pain.

It was perhaps the loudest roar that either wolf could recall hearing from Nbowa, but it immediately faded into a string of profanity, as Nbowa tossed himself awake and tried throwing the pair of devious canines from his body. " LYKANOS! Wh...what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

The writing of the feline was just enough to break his body free, and though Lykanos had a look of remorse on his face already, Aaron was grinning from ear to ear as he kept a close eye on the patch of flesh where he'd left an indent of his fangs. "He's just helping you out, Nbowa! I figured someone like you would have been a little bit more gracious about it..."

Save for his bangs, Nbowa had a fairly typical pattern of darker fur upon his upper body and back, wrapped around an underbelly of softer, tan shades.

His wrist was immediately tainted with spots of black, and his ankle was turning gray at an alarming rate.

"N...Nbowa, listen, I just...y'know, I f-f-figured-

"That you'd come in and bite me to wake me up?! Haven't you ever heard of a damned phone?"

The ferocious interruption by the lion made Lykanos slightly less remorseful about his actions, as he picked up what was left of his resolve and crossed his arms. "See? There it is; Aaron was right about you! You're always putting me down and badgering me and treating me like a second class citizen!"

"Well, you did just wake me up by biting me," Nbowa pointed out, not yet aware of the spread of dark, mingled blotches of gray and black. "And you're a stinky, mangy wolf to boot!"

Aaron licked his fangs, finding he enjoyed the act of biting the lion a bit more than he anticipated. "You might want to be careful with those words, kitten."

Nbowa tilted his head slightly. "And just why is that?"

It seemed that Lykanos was content to bounce back and forth between ferocious and timid, but with a quiet pawtip, he pointed toward Nbowa's leg. The lion raised a brow and glanced down, finding that the pain of being bitten was enough to distract him from the way that his fur was turning color, and his footpaws, once a bit wider and thicker, were slimming down rapidly to a longer, stretched profile, just like that of a typical canine.

"...Lykanos...y-you didn't..."

Doing his best to smile and look innocent as he stood by and watched, Lykanos gave a shrug of indifference and waited for the inevitable mauling, but he was in quite a bit of luck, that day. Acting as the beta to Aaron's alpha, there was only one role left for Nbowa in the proverbial pack, and his body was quickly reflecting it, as the thick, powerful muscles of the lion began to deflate, even just slightly.

His pounce fell shorter than anticipated, as thick flanks and broad shoulders shrunk back, closer in to his skeleton, and what should have been an aggressive, threatening attack wound up as Nbowa falling out of his bed and slumping down into the floor.

"All of that talk about how terrible wolves are, and you aren't even an alpha!" Aaron teased, watching as Nbowa tried clawing his way up from the floor, but as his paws shifted, he had to grow used to the presence of claws upon the end of his pawtips, rather than having to extend and retract them at will. His pawpads shrunk down to fit the changing shape of his body, and his tail, once long and thin as a rope, grew wider and thicker, but also quite a bit shorter, as ruffled fur sprouted up along the base of his spine and began to spread.

Like a perfect blend of the two canines that bit him, Nbowa's proud fur pattern was lost, turned into a mixture of gray and black patches of fur that carried no pattern whatsoever. His mane, once kept so neatly combed that it made other lions jealous with its style, began literally falling off of his body, covering the hardwood floors with a mess of brown and blonde fur that would have to be cleaned up later...by the omega, naturally.

"I'm...g-gonna get you t-two..." Nbowa struggled to speak, as his shorter, feline muzzle pushed further and further away from his face. The bridge of his nose elongated, and though it was little by little, it was a strange enough experience that he could barely convey his frustration properly.

The lion, if he could still be called such a thing, felt that he only had one opportunity left to prove his mettle, and he let it loose, as he opened his growing muzzle wide and tried his best to let out a proper lion's roar.

" Rrrrrraaaawr!" the sound came out completely wrong, forming itself into a throaty growl that wouldn't have been deep enough to scare a child, much less a pair of wolves that stood taller and stronger than Nbowa ever would in his new body.

Perhaps the greatest struggle for Lykanos that day wasn't the moral dilemma of biting his friend and turning him into a wolf, but how difficult it was not to laugh as his ears, sensitive as they were, barely registered the pathetic growl from the former lion. His jaws were spread wide to make as much noise as possible, but the pathetic howl was hardly enough to register, and it acted as a seal for just how much of an omega Nbowa really was.

Aaron felt no remorse as he held his stomach from laughter and gave Nbowa a gentle push on the shoulder, though it was nearly enough to topple the lion, as he adjusted to the feeling of his new footpaws. "T-that...that was hilarious! I've heard babies that have stronger howls than that!"

Struggling to stay upright from the push, and dealing with the lack of balance due to a shorter, thicker tail, Nbowa fell back into his bed, sporting a frown and a malicious scowl that would scare a timid herbivore...but Lykanos and Aaron hardly reacted to the sight of it. They were experienced enough to know an omega when they saw it, and with a knowing nod to each other, they helped Nbowa up.

"Well, looks like we're going to have to show you the ropes. You'd be totally helpless as a wolf out there, if we let you out like this," Lykanos suggested. Being a smaller and weaker wolf, Nbowa was just trying to hide his modesty behind his tail, as his shorts refused to stay around his waist. "Ready for your first day of wolf school?"

Nbowa rolled his eyes and hiked his shorts up, trying to keep a particular part of his transformed body from being exposed. "Oh, shut up! There's no such thing!"

A quiet click rang against Nbowa's ears as he felt something clasping around his neck; Aaron was holding the lead, and Nbowa already knew what was coming next.

"There is now," Aaron explained, "And class is already in session..."