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was a matter of honor to get the exact thing he wanted to. Well, not really honor, unless honor could be the voice of a horny man with very specific preferences.

-This is too long a dry spell- he said to himself, as he browsed the local shifter dating site on a protected browser. Shifters were not allowed to enter relationships with humans, thought the chance of reproduction was low, and Jake was confident his preference would only make a reproductive scientist laugh. The last shifter he had left him sore for days before leaving ton, and as nice as that was, I t was two months ago. But maybe tonight would be his lucky night, and one of the select few who had the power to change would be within range.

-I can travel to any place - he typed on his profile, then waited; Almost immediately, to his surprise, he got an answer:

Lion. Into feral. In need tonight. No preference male or female. Experienced partners only.

There were, of course, the powers; but when it came to it, a poser could not shift. Still, it was necessary to meet at least once in a public place; but what if someone else snatched him? Jake had never had a lion, and only had several short movies featuring lion shifters; those were hard to come by. They were expensive; and illegal. Was it worth the risk? Of course it was.

-The worst that could happen is I end up trapped with a serial killer - he mused to himself, and typed: You seem to be in town; my place or yours?

Shifters were very [icky, and had the right to - many agencies set traps for them, , and the community they formed was difficult to enter.

But Jake had good, if not stunning reviews from the five other shifters he had been with, and that meant a lot. "I've bled for this rating, it better work" - he thought, remembering just how brutal a panther had been with him the last time. "Nothing a trip to the hospital can't fix. So long as he doesn't eat me. But heck, the chance was only one in twenty. Feral play had its risks. -Maimed is better than horny - he decided, and rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"Go to the meeting place to the west" - was the coded answer and Jake sent an affirmative"

"I'll wear a t-shirt with "it never gets old - quantum physics; pheromone perfume. Green glasses. "

The supposed lion disappeared from the site and Jake hurried to log out too. He cleaned his entry well, sprayed a vague pheromone perfume tailored more to felines out of his vast collection, inserted a plug into the proper place, and was off.

The little café was a secret meeting place, one of many, and they changed often. The shifters rarely, practically never, described themselves. Jake sat at a small corner table, ordered a salad, and, for a lack of better thing to do, started filling in a crossword puzzle. It was a strange quality, to have when the only hunting you cared about resolved around bodies, but then again, one kink was not a man's whole life. Even if at moments it was overpowering.

-Can I sit here? -asked a large, blue eyed, tanned man maybe in his fifties. If he was a shifter, he was from the old school' which could mean a lot of fun or less consideration for Jake as a sentient being that had the right to say "no".

-Of course, sir, the place is free,.. I was just waiting for a friend.

-Everybody I've met today was waiting for something. It's better to go grab what you want./ - That's a mindset that sound appealing - swallowed Jake, trying to imagine what the other form of somebody this big would be. And suppressing the concern that if this individual's control slipped, provided he wasn't a fake, Jake could get himself and the whole tight-knit community in trouble.

-Wondering if I'm a fake? I'm Joseph by the way. I'm assuming you're not called "deepfox"| in real life, unless your family's sense of humor leaned into the sadistic.

-Jake- offered Jake , swallowing again - with time and experience, being with predators had forced him to develop the instinct of pray, which such encounters always made him to be; the part of him that was aroused was now arguing with the part that was interested in long-term survival more than in risking an aroused lion. The man in front of him did not have a human smell, and had not cared particularly to conceal it; that meant he was probably struck by heat, and one Jake would hardly be enough for an old lion. He wasn't a fake; Jake had met a few enthusiasts, one even with the appropriate suit to make him look like the real thing, and it had been a refreshing change from an otherwise dangerous preference.

-We can...find more...people - suggested Jake, going through his mind for the other half dozen people in town who leaned into the wild side; it was unlikely anyone would agree to do it, though. Back in Chicago he could have found a dozen; here, it was null.

-I didn't get another reply, and the need is urgent. I won't be able to stay human long. I assume you've cleaned your hone from strong odors, though the pheromone agrees with me.

-I've followed the guidelines - said Jake - No strong smells, not even the soup.

-No other strong male scents? Shifters, especially. I don't share well.

-I've cleaned with steam; I hope that will be enough.

-Me too- nodded the lion; - Steam is good; I have superb control usually, but I can't guarantee anything with a sudden heat. You're taking a risk - I might eat some of your furniture.

-I understand the risk to myself - said Jake with a dry throat, rushing to get champagne.

The lion blinked surprised, his face almost loosing the human look for a second, eyes filling with liquid gold that seemed to irradiate warmth. He placed his hand gently on Jakes, shaking his head:

-No, not like that. I don't hurt people; I've been around long enough to know my lion strictly prefers his mates alive and not bleeding. I've fed well; any pets around though, will count as food.

-Pets? I'm not stupid like that. I have meat in a special hermetic bag if you come to need it, though; I 'll show you where. You can tear the bag, but it stops all the scent.

-Smart - noddede the lion - Ever used it before?

-Once - sighed Jake - Better the bag than me.

The lion paused, then considered something: - I'm not saying that I'll stop if you need a brake I'll stop; that's unrealistic. This is about me getting pleasure, so I won't reciprocate it either - and if i need it, and you can't give tail at the moment, you'll need to improvise - hands, mouth, anything will do so long as you keep up the pace. But if you stay underneath me, and stay submissive, you won't get more than a scratch or two.

Jake considered this carefully, then asked: -Anything specific I need to know? Smells that tick you off? Colors?

-Mace and rubbing oil are a bad idea - admitted the lion

-What will we use for...lubrication?

-I have a box full of the only stuff that doesn't ruin my pleasure - said the lion smugly. - I like to lick myself after the act, so this is what we'll use.

He passed a small bottle to Jake, who red the label and nodded: - I've used it. Not very good at staying wet, but odorless.

-Exactly.

-Does...talking about it get you too excited? We can do the talking at home.

-Unlikely - admitted the lion

-Did we cover the basics?

The lion had to force control on himself, as his eyes were now completely predatory; thinking about sex was not helping.

-My lion likes "assistance" if he can't become hard instantaneously; age, you know. It's getting to me. If you really want to make me happy, rim me when Ii lift my tail. That pleases me so much, it would pretty much guarantee I'll protect you with my life. Also, It's better for you to swallow, or my own smell can...incite me to go more times than I'd otherwise go. Normally I need to go at least ten, and the size of my endowment can be problematic. But most importantly, you have some room to maneuver: I might agree, even in my lion form to ...more of an oral treatment, or even just some helping hands, as ...lion don't have any- he tried to joke, but Jake had to note how quickly the subject was brought up. This meant the need was big." Well, mine is not small either" - he thought, and nodded - 'Let's take a cab. I'll try my best

-I've heard from a friend you always do; that is most promising. It's so rare to find a person who is willing to be with me as I am - answered the lion and placed a possessive hand on Jake's shoulder; claiming behaviors like that were just the beginning; the dominance would soon become much more direct.

Jake paid his bill and forced a smile; -That friend of yours canine?

-No, panther. He said he was very ...rough. I know from experience what that means with him. You should be fine with me, I'm gentler, though twenty three centimeters are hard to take.

Jake pushed away the thoughts of the panther and what he had been through on that day, and sighed: -I can do that length, but I'll need time to stretch. And I don't know...how thought I am that deep.

-Nobody is tough that deep - smiled the lion genuinely - If you bleed too much, I can heal most of the damage.

-Oh? It was very rare for shifters to offer that, and the human was intrigued." Probably a shaman, or a former one" - the thought. They got in the cab and Jake said the address for his "play place", noting the lion had gone silent. But he placed a hand firmly around Jake and slowly moved it to sensitive areas, smiling contently.

When they finally got to the apartment, the lion was sweating heavily and breathing like an athlete after a race.

-This room is sound-proof and the wallpapers are painted to resemble horizons, so you won't feel trapped, and you can roar with no one noticing.

-You are one smart bitch - said the lion, grabbing Jake's rear end with a hand that was growing claws.

This was one word Jake did not like, but t this point, a shifter had no control over words; so long as he kept control over the beast he was becoming, Jake would happily be called a "bitch" a hundred times over.

Clothes fell and revealed a shiny, tanned skin, with a rich collection of scars which was quickly being covered with gentle, golden fur. Jake literally pushed the lion in his "safe room" and locked it - If things went wrong, nobody else had to go down because of him, and the shifter community would not get a "running feral" witch hunt - the door would only open with a numeric combination.

Jake was quick to put as much of the odorless lubricant inside himself as he could; a pair or paws, still deformed from the change, tried to rip his clothes, and he quickly took them off.

"So much for stretching" - he thought to himself and was surprised to get licked on the neck, a place where he quickly put a protective collar; lions and cats in general grabbed that place by instinct, and that ended bad for humans with shifter partners. The collar was padded with enough hard lawyers to stop teeth, but some risk remained.

The changing lion was now on all fours, growing a main too quickly for the process to look appealing in any way; even before he was fully formed, he was mounting Jake.

Jake carefully lied down under the still forming lion, and reached to guide in a pink, burning hot organ into himself.

'The barbs are not even there yet" thought Jake amazed, but the strength of the penetration left him thoughtless and speechless. The lion roared mightily and Jake appreciated his sound proofing instantly, as his lungs vibrated with the roar; the lion pulled out of him, already finished once, and the pain hit him - this was too sudden, so he tried to engage the predator in some play to give himself time to adapt to the growing, still forming length. He rubbed against the lion, pressing against his side carefully, before gently sucking the now fully formed penis. The length pulsed and emitted a strong smell, with the dangling dark testicles still growing, as the edges of the transformation smoothened in what was too big a cat for any natural lion; nobody could mistaken it for the actual animal if they saw the abnormally large paws, the sheer size, or felt the softness of the mane that was, in real lions, was made of coarse fur. Jake had touched a real lion and this felt nothing like it, the fur was silky and regal, maybe due to being only a dozen minutes old.

Jake's effort resulted in a mouthful, which he quickly swallowed, as he used a transparent toy to stretch his innards, to accommodate the length with less pain.

He continued the oral attentions, feeling the huge body he was leaning under him breathe heavily, and received another dose of the fluid, if not a bit more. He decided to risk indulging a little of his own preferences, and quickly licked the testicles, while continuing the pleasure with his hands; he got away wit hit, or maybe the shifter liked it too.

"Let's not push my luck" - thought Jake, and hurried to guide the lion inside himself, impaling himself silently and willingly on the whole length, until he cold feel the barbs in his abdomen.

"Such a good thing I trained with a knotted dildo" - he realized, as the base of the penis suddenly thicker, and almost got stuck into him. The lion pressed him down, and Jake relished he feeling of the furred abdomen against his back before the mounting resumed and the lion promptly pressed until the pink rod was balls deep and his barbs ravaged the human's insides. Then, strangely, he slowed down and relaxed.

Jake felt a jet of fluid explode in him, as the huge shifter relaxed on him, even now careful not to crush him, and a muzzle pressed against Jake's ear, breathing heavily

"You really needed this" - thought the human and relaxed, trying to ignore the pain of the red hot flesh invading him as it got longer. Some proportions on the lion changed slowly, as if an artist was placing the final brushes, before the abnormal thickness at the base of the rod that kept them effectively tied dissipated, and turned into lengths; Jake gasped as the tip went through his second sphincter, and continued on.

"Relax it and maybe it won't..."

It hurt. But the pain was not sudden, and subsided as his insides adjusted to being penetrated that deeply. A warm, glowing pleasure pulsed through him; the lion, as if aware of this, resumed his movements, this time pressing his entire length mercilessly in, and pulling it out further than an actual lion would.

On several occasions he pulled out unintentionally and Jake had to guide him in again, but after the third time the lion managed to do it on his own, without causing the human extra pain.

Despite the depth of the penetration, Jake felt his opening drip with drops of drying semen.

Before he could reflect on this indicator of the impressive volume of his partner, the lion pulled out and lied down, breathing heavily, bliss on his muzzle and eyes half closed.

"But I still need more" - thought Jake, and reached under the lion's tail; two attentive golden eyes opened and watched him closely, with an unreadable expression. Jake ignored them and pressed his face into the lack ring of flesh, until his tongue sunk in and was assaulted with unpleasant taste. Jake continued, noting how the erection on his partner was going down, until it retreated fully; the lion observed the human giving him pleasure, but then closed his eyes blissfully. Jake persisted, until he braved to place a finger inside the shifter, quickly locating the prostate.

The golden eyes opened in surprise.

"Yeah, I've found it" - thought to himself Jake, knowing better than to say it out loud, and quickly sucked the pink tip that awoke as a response, surprised to find the entire member sliding out at once, causing him to cough and pull back his head.

The lion looked at him smugly with an expression that said 'You asked for it", before knocking him on the ground and mounting him again, aggressively and painfully. Jake could not keep quiet, and despite knowing better, felt himself release on the floor; the explosive feeling made him shiver more than it was supposed to, and his prostate pulsed with pain, his testicles pulling close to the body. Despite the pain in his opening, he felt the lion's testes pull closer to the male's body too, and his opening leaked from the strength and volume of the release. The torrent from his leaky rear end left more on the ground than his own release.

The lion started to smell the air, and Jake, realizing he needed at least a short brake, and seeing how the scent of the liquid on the floor did have exactly the effect he was warned about- a rock hard pink spear that approached menacingly, Jake took a quick decision and licked the fluid of the floor.

The shifter approached to mount him regardless, and Jake hurried to offer his mouth and hands; almost upon touching the burning, sticky flesh, it exploded into his face, and the lion looked at him with the same smug expression on his face. Jake consumed the white fluid as best as he could, and lied down exhausted, trembling and still aroused. The lion shifter looked down on him from his high vintage point, then yawned, and lied down. He proceeded to lick his own malehood slowly, as if he was savoring the taste, leaving Jake to himself for a long, peaceful minute. Jake's need was sated - from here on it was all bonus points.