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Lion on the Loose Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Wyraachur

It had been a long and rewarding day at the zoo, but the day was drawing to a close. Peter wandered along the central path, tossing popcorn into his mouth as he meandered. Despite being a fair height and relatively lean, Peter stood out from the other visitors. His shoulder length hair was beyond platinum blond, extending to a unique shade somewhere between silver and pure white. His eyes were just as vivid, as rich in color as pure amber honey. Peter's stark hair was complimented by his white Kenpo shirt, offset by the red right sleeve and two vertical stripes on the right side.

At twenty eight years old, it had been almost fifteen years since Peter's last visit to the zoo. Some of it was as familiar to him as the back of his hand; the elephant exhibit, the Giraffe valley and the hippo ponds... But other portions had changed significantly. There were new exhibits, new animals, new areas. The Flamingo exhibit had seemed entirely new and the area the cougars and eagles had been given were impressive and exotic.

Peter tossed another hand full of popcorn into his mouth as he walked up the slow incline toward the exit. The clouds in the sky had caught rich salmon orange and sandy tan colors as the sun set. It reminded him a bit of why he had come, and why the day did not feel complete. Peter slowed down and turned back, looking at the most prominent display on the west side of the zoo.

The habitat seemed like plateau on the side of a mountain. There was a rocky wall with holes for sleeping in and slots for food to arrive. There was a wide stretch of grassy flatland, and then a sudden valley to prevent any animal from escaping or making it to the spectator's level. The fences were high, though there were a few choicely placed glass partitions... but the display was empty. More than that, it was a bit of a sore spot for the zoo. It had been its star attraction, the Lion exhibit... but the lion had escaped.

Coverage of the escape had been frenzied at first, but after a week the news had gone oddly quiet. The lion was simply gone. No one had witnessed the escape, nor seen evidence of the lion in the public. Peter wasn't sure what he had been expecting when he came. After all, it had been the story of the missing lion that reminded him that the zoo existed, but without the lion the visit somehow felt hollow.

Peter slowed as he came up toward the Churro vendor, but the windows had been closed. Visiting hours were over and everyone was filtering out of the zoo for the day. Peter merged into the foot traffic and filed out of the zoo back into the immense parking lot. The cars were backed up and it looked like a veritable nightmare. The idea of driving in the city was hectic enough... Waiting seemed like a more logical idea.

Luckily the Zoo was not an island unto itself. The area hosted a small air and space, though that had closed too, as well as a variety of statues, fountains, and an arboretum. Peter set his sights on the hill stretching up and away from the flurry of traffic, offering hidden hiking trails, flowers and miles of trees. With one more handful of popcorn, Peter began his ascent, leaving the rest of his fellow man behind.

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The arboretum was beautiful at sunset. The streaks and waves across the sky were changing by the second, and the trees and shrubs on the grounds had remained in posterity for decades. It was a perfect balance, one that Peter appreciated quite a bit... though he was slowly starting to realize the real draw. Having left the parking lot behind, Peter hadn't seen anyone in almost a half hour. He'd lost himself in nature, and quite possibly in the arboretum itself. The paths were rougher and harder to follow, the plants more overgrown. The few sign posts he found had lost their paint to the weather years ago and hadn't been revisited since.

Peter began a slow descent down a hillside, walking into deeper shadow. He hadn't reached the other side of the arboretum, more like a miniature valley. The trees around the rim blocked any view beyond, creating quite the little glade. They had also, apparently, blocked sound. There was some sort of thumping in the distance like drums and a low, gruff and growly sort of singing.

There was a moment's hesitation in Peter, wondering if he wanted to spoil his walk by coming across anyone else and disturbing whatever they were doing, but there was something about the singing that really captivated him. Peter picked up the pace, moving down the slope, heading toward the music. As he picked up speed, though, it became harder and harder to keep traction on the loose grade. Peter clenched his teeth as he got going too fast and couldn't slow. His only options were to keep ahead of his own momentum or fall down.

Branches began to break across Peter's arms and shoulders. He tried to shield his face and dodge any trunks, aiming for more level ground. As the land beneath his feet began to even out he was able to begin slowing, but not before he hurtled through one last wall of branches. Peter came launching through and hit something huge, warm and soft before promptly bouncing backwards. He yelped as he came to a stop - not on the ground, but held in two huge paws.

It took Peter a second to catch up with himself mentally, but as his eyes opened he slowly gasped in shock. Standing before him, and holding him in a pose reminiscent of a dancer dipping a partner, was an eight foot tall, half ton lion standing upright on two feet. His proportions didn't seem quite right for that of a lion either. His shoulders were twice as wide as his waist, the golden fur on his stomach showed off human musculature, and there was almost a mischievous smile on his feline muzzle.

Peter slowly took in the shape of his savior, from his thick and wild tawny sand colored mane to his golden wheat colored fur and his greenish blue eyes, before he slowly started to look around. The lion holding him up was not the only lion present. A circle of lion men had gathered in the park, circling around. Some were fit and muscled, others fat and rotund whose bellies had provided the drumming he had heard moments before. Some were old and grey, others virile, one even too young to have more than a patchy mane like a teenager trying to grow his first beard. Peter swallowed.

"He... Hello. Do you... speak English?" Peter whispered. The lion pulled the human back to his feet and chuckled.

"Hard to sing 'Born to be Wild' if you can't speak English." The lion replied, garnering a hearty chuckle from his fellow compatriots. Peter was dumbstruck at that but the big lion sat down on a fallen log and patted the wood next to him. Peter numbly sat down as instructed, looking around at them all. The big lion took a breath before continuing, "Let me save you a few steps... This is real, it isn't a dream, were are lion men-" the beast was interrupted.

"You're from the zoo..." Peter murmured. The big lion smirked.

"Jato and I are." The lion said, gesturing to the teenager from the group, "Normally we're better about sneaking out, but this was a longer vacation with so many visitors."

"So you snuck out before?" Peter asked.

"Loads of times! At night anyway, that's why we're always sleeping when the humans come to visit." Jato replied.

"Kovu, this human cannot know all of our secrets... Not without the proper ceremonies." The grey lion insisted. Peter's brows screwed up a bit.

"Kovu? Like, from that lion king sequel?" Peter asked. Kovu's fur ruffled a bit, giving Peter the impression of a blush.

"When I was born it was still all the rage. You have NO idea how many Simba's there are at the pride meetings." Kovu replied.

"The ceremony!" The grey lion roared. Kovu roared back, bearing his fangs.

"Alright, alright..." Kovu rolled his greenish eyes before looking at Peter, "Before we waste the time to get everything ready, you have two choices. Keep our secret and take part in the ceremony, or we eat you." Kovu replied. Peter's eyes went wide once more at that.

"G-given the options, I think I'll... take part." Peter replied. Kovu grinned.

"Good, now, get naked and we'll get ready." Kovu said happily.

"What?!" Peter asked in shock.

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Night had fallen, the stars were out and a few torches had been lit, flickering in the valley. The wind felt so cold on Peter's skin, forcing him to cover his manhood with both hands. He'd been chased behind a bush as the others got ready with only Jato to keep him company. Peter glanced over at the teenager sitting cross legged on the ground, mixing something up in a bowl.

"What is that?" Peter asked.

"War paint." Jato replied before dipping his clawed finger in it and sucking it clean. Peter tilted his head at that. Jato looked up before his tail flicked in realization, "Oh, mostly acai and blueberries." Jato smirked, standing up. He dipped his finger in again and got it good and coated before he began painting Peter's face.

The young lion traced a nearly neon blue line along the start of his hair, came down along his sideburns and the back of his jaw, following the jaw bone to his chin before tracing the same pattern on the other side. Peter shivered a bit at the cold of the air and the paint both. As Jato was putting on the finishing touches, he noticed the human's shoulder had an embellishment, a Japanese symbol.

"What does it mean?" Jato asked curiously. Peter looked at the tattoo with a bit of pride, thinking back to all his training.

"It means courage." Peter replied.

"Fuck yeah, cat." Jato grinned. Peter had to chuckle a bit at that, though his laughter wore off as he heard the deep, resonating drumming resume from the other side of the trees. Jato gave Peter a pat on the shoulder. Peter nodded a bit before he moved forward. Stepping through the trees with more grace than his first time, Peter soon saw the circle of lions gathered once more. Each of them were so huge and muscles, he felt like a skinny twig next to them. Still, he continued. The lions had put on their war paint, ringing their faces with reds and oranges and black and white. It didn't surprise Peter much that Kobu had taken on the same bright shade of green as his eyes.

The fatter lions continued to drum while most of the fit ones sung deeply. The growl was so powerful that it rattled Peter's bones and oddly made him feel warmer. Kovu stood up and moved to the center of the circle, beckoning Peter forward with a clawed finger. Peter continued forward, feeling the heat of the torches around the circle. Kovu raised his hands toward the starlit sky.

"Mimi ni mmoja na baba yangu na ulimwengu. I am one with my father and the universe. Mimi ni mmoja na nchi mama. I am one with mother earth. Mimi ni mmoja na kila mtu ndani ya kufikia ya sauti yangu. I am one with everyone within the reach of my voice." Kovu intoned, and Peter felt his diaphragm shake and shudder with each word as Kovu continued, "Na, katika umoja huu, tunaomba akili ya Mungu kutokomeza wote mambo mabaya kutoka mioyo yetu, kutoka kwenye akili zetu, And, in this togetherness, we ask the divine intelligence to eradicate all negatives from our hearts, from our minds, kutokana na maneno yetu, na matendo yetu; from our words, and from our actions. Na, na iwe hivyo. And, so be it."

"Na, na iwe hivyo." The other lions reciprocated in unison. Kovu looked down into the humans eyes.

"Do you swear to protect our secret, to protect and serve the pride, to live on both sides of the sun as our brother and equal?" Kovu asked.

"I do." Peter replied, surpassing any fear and doubt, feeling privileged and amazed at the experience.

"Will you hunt with us, sing with us, be with us?" Kovu asked. Peter nodded more viperously at that.

"Yes, yes I will..." Peter said happily. Kovu slowly growled happily, bearing his fangs, licking his lips. There was another sound, a wet and sloppy one. Peter looked down and realized that it was coming from Kovu's ample sheath as a very, very fat, pointed cock was sliding out of its hiding spot. Kovu's cat cock was covered in a sheen of juices and the rubbery hook like spines were thick and swollen.

Peter was about to gasp in shock before Kovu brought his massive paw down onto Peter's head and pushed it to his groin. Peter's lips were penetrated, his mouth filled and his jaw pushed apart. The huge lion started to fuck Peter's face, the paw locked around his skull. Peter struggled against the restraint, but all he managed was to apply more pressure on the huge, fat cock... the cock that smelled of the savannah, fo sweet grasses and fresh water and the torrential rains. The taste was so delicious, so thick, that Peter couldn't help but start to suckle from it.

Against his initial will, Peter's tongue teased Kovu's slit and got a thick spray of more pre. It sent a jolt through his body, forcing his cold nipples to harden further and his pathetically sized human meat to start swelling and bloating outward.

The other lions were chuffing and growling in pleasure, watching the experience as they started to grope and fondle their own sheathes. Before long the sacred prayer circle had devolved into a circle jerk as lion after lion reached their paws out to give their fellow pride member a hand. The lewd moans and grunts and sloppy wet sounds accosted Peter's ears, but he was deaf to them all. Peter was caught in the struggle between restraint and lust, between human and lion. He kept trying to pull off the cock but was greedily drinking at the same time.

Slightly higher up on the hill, Jato's tail waggled back and forth. His head and chest were low to the ground, his hips high up. Jato waited before he pounced, running down the hill at full speed. His paws hit the ground fast and furious, but he was still young and inexperienced, spending most of his time in the zoo. Jato tripped and slid, rolling along, recovering at the last moment as he skidded up to Peter. His maw opened wide and a huge sandpapery tongue emerged, lapping at the human's dangling balls and cock.

Peter grunted and gagged on Kovu's meat at the surprise, his back stiffening as Jato took the human's entire package into his mouth. Jato suckled and licked and slurped on the meat tenderly, bathing it in saliva as a clawed finger stroked the cleft of Peter's ass, teasing the tight ring before plunging inside. Peter was so overwhelmed that he managed to fight Kovu's grip, trip over Jato and fall onto his back. The human gasped for breath, eyes wide as he panted on the ground, his face smeared with lion pre. His heart rate was racing but slowed a bit as he got air, but Kovu just stood over Peter, grinning to himself as he looked at the human.

"God your fangs are sexy." Kovu growled. Peter's brows furrowed.

"I don't have fangth-" Peter mumbled before he brought his tongue forward exploringly. What he found was too sharp, poking his tongue. He snapped it back before trying more gently. Sure enough, every one of his teeth were sharpening and coming to points, but his canine - or now feline - teeth were the sharpest of all. Peter looked up, gasping at that, "What did you do to me?" he asked. Kovu crouched down.

"You're becoming one of us, one of the pride, a lion on the loose." Kovu whispered. Peter moaned softly despite himself. Jato got up and moved over, licking at Peter's face. The rough tongue succeeded in licking off the war paint, but it revealed a super fuzzy line of neon blue fur beneath. Like a chinstrap beard, it framed Peter's face. Jato cleaned it messily, revealing it all. Each lick seemed to encourage the hair to grow longer and longer until it didn't need the cub's affections anymore.

"Me? A lion?" Peter asked. Kovu chuckled.

"You're growing the mane of a lion, the fangs of a lion, the cock of a lion... Have a look for yourself." Kovu explained. Peter looked down to see his cock, hard and erect... if not a bit puffy and swollen. Peter's eyes widened yet again as he realized his natural silver hair was growing out from his foreskin as well, but soon, much like a sheath it started to retract down to the base of his groin. The revealed flesh was furiously red, rubbery, and tiny cells were starting to curl up and form the base of spines.

"My..." Peter whispered.

"Go on, take a good look at it, play with it. You know you can't resist getting your hands on some lion cock. Is that why you used to visit me every year, Peter?" Kovu growled. Peter was panting and sweating, his hand coming slowly to his shaft, resisting it at first before he finally made contact. It was red hot in his hands, and it was bigger than it had ever been. Peter let out a moan before he started clumsily working his hand up and down, feeling the shaft bloat out longer and wider, fattening up. The silver fur on his sheath began creeping out across his balls and his belly, moving out in every direction.

The blue chinstrap fur along his jaw line was thickening up too as darker brown hair sprouted behind his jawbone and under his chin, pushing out and growing softer. The roots of Peter's hair darkened for the first time since he was born as pigment crept out along the hairs, changing it all streak by streak.

Some tiny voice inside Peter was warning him to stop, to resist, but he couldn't. His hand slipped up and down his rod as it grew outward, elongating and fattening. He felt the rubbery spines digging into his palm as his cock got too fat to hold with just one hand and he wrapped his other around it, throwing his head back. As Peter panted, his mouth began pushing forward. The jaw stretched, his nose tilted, his cheeks puffed out. His entire face was deforming in moments, shaping into a small muzzle.

Peter felt the point of his fat cock tracing up his stomach, but the sensation grew numb as something formed between the two. Hairs were pushing out along his stomach, rising up the flesh, diving between his pectorals and spreading out into the brown fur on his neck, connecting his mane to his bush in one vertical strip. The now brown hair spread out across Peter's lap as well, almost like fur underwear, framing the silver sheath and balls that hung so plump beneath his mighty rod.

The other lions were groaning and roaring in satisfaction, watching as Peter embraced himself. He seemed so disproportioned with his thick lion muzzle and huge cock, but the rest of his body was struggling to catch up. Mass was spilling into Peter's shoulders, his skin stretching out over massively thickening muscles. It was almost as if he'd been on steroids as his pectorals thickened and his biceps and triceps bloated. Soon Peter was top heavy, his arms growing as he jacked himself off. Somehow, though, he managed to remain sitting, working his cock hard, panting and drooling as golden fur sprouted from his chest and thick whiskers pushed out of his cheeks.

"Just look at that back and those arms grow with muscle..." Kovu groaned in lust, grabbing on to his own cock as he watched the human change, "You're looking sexier by the second!"

"Ugh!" Peter growled, arching his back before he promptly fell onto his back.

"I've never felt anything so good!" he howled out as the gold fur sprouted from his face, covering his modified nose and surrounding his eyes. The mass stretched down his spine, spreading his ribs apart. Even his vertebrae were growing to double, then triple their original size. The brown pigment reached the tips of Peter's thick, lush mane and the gold fur spread down his arms, but as the fur started to form in his arm and grew threw his flesh, the fur coming through the tattoo took on the red ink, forming a slightly blurry, fuzzy version of his tattoo in his fur.

The other lions growled in surprise and pleasure as such an event, discussing with one another the ramifications. Jato, though, had been trying to restrain himself and gave up, grabbing Peter's right foot. He parted his maw and began to lick and slurp. The rough tongue teased the sensitive flesh, finding smooth and rough spots. As the tongue hit the rough spots on the bottoms of the toes, the skin started to toughen up, darken and swell, forming little pads. The arch of his foot soon developed one as well, but all the while the foot was changing even deeper, even faster. His toenails were growing out at an astonishing rate. Peter's skin grew over the top of the claws, anchoring them in deep as they grew out to full length.

Having changed anatomically, the paw began to swell outward faster and wider as fur sprouted in quick succession. As Jato pulled back and licked his own lips, he was surprised to find that some of Peter's toes were brown, and one was the silvery sand color of his sheath. Jato grabbed Peter's other foot to help it along, but it had already grown into a huge and mighty lion paw.

"My brother! Give in to it! Can you see how sexy you've become? Shed the last of your humanity, rise as a lion!" Kovu roared.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna!" Peter panted and writhed, inhaling sharply before he pushed down with his diaphragm and let out a deep, resounding, echoing roar. The sound leaving his lips turned them and his upper muzzle brown, his chin a silvery sand and the rest of his face remained gold. Even his left eye took on the same electric blue as the coloring that framed his face.

Peter's hips wriggled and shifted, lifting up just enough for a long whip like tail to stretch down longer and longer, the tip erupting with fur like a dandelion opening up on a summer's day. The fur was brown at the base but graduated to an intense neon blue half way down the puff ball. Peter continued to roar as he had breath, even as his lion balls seized up. His fat lionine cock spurted out a few pitiful spurts of loose, slick pearl human cum like a hose turned on for the first time after winter. The cock spurted and shuddered before a much larger, much more impressive fountain of thick, hot yellowish white lion cum erupted outward, raining into his fur. Jato roared in delight and opened his maw, collecting as much cum as he could as it rained down over them both.

Recognizing their new brother, the gathered lions threw their heads back and roared in unison, coming to climax as one pride. Their cocks rumbled and cum shot out in every direction, coming down to bathe Peter in it all. It soaked into his fur, washing away the last of his human scent. Peter's gold and blue eyes opened up, looking more feline than ever before. It even appeared as though he had guyliner around them, the black very alluring. The last marks to form were two faintly darker dots on both inside edges of his eyebrows. Peter continued to pant, experiencing the afterglow of the most amazing orgasm of his life, wondering just how much better things could get. It was a most amazing start.

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Peter slept well. In fact, it was better than he'd ever slept before. He stirred gently, his tail flicking the ground, but soon his nose sprung to life. The nostrils flared, the whiskers twitched and an eye opened up. Many of the lion men had fallen asleep in a messy pile, but they too were waking up to the scent of meat cooking on an open fire. Peter slowly sat up and looked over, seeing signs of hot dogs, hamburger patties, even steaks thrown onto a grill plate. He licked his lips in instinct, but soon hesitated.

"Do lions even eat hot dogs?" Peter murmured. One of the fatter lions next to Peter chuckled and began rubbing his paws over his own huge, rotund furry belly.

"How else do you think we got so big? But don't knock it 'till you try it. I think you'd look damn fine with a big belly like mine." The lion growled, leaning in for a messy kiss. Out of respect, Peter returned it, finding it particularly hot as their rough tongues tangled and their fangs clashed, but they soon broke the kiss with little more than a string of saliva between them.

"Or he could eat more natural food, not processed, stay healthy." The elder lion said, munching on what appeared to be a raw leg of some animal or another.

"So... what happens now?" Peter asked gently. The other lions looked up at that, their eyes looking a little sad. Jato, especially, seemed to deflate and curl up on the ground. Kovu moved over and sat down next to Peter, holding a burger in his hand as he contemplated the best answer.

"Some of us can turn into humans, some of us can turn into lions, and a few of us can turn into both. We tend to gravitate to wherever we are the safest, try to live out our lives... celebrate our heritage when we can." Kovu said.

"But you're already out, we could go somewhere, we could have real lives!" Peter said in shock.

"Full Lions don't survive that well in the city... They get penned up in preserves that are too small." The elder explained.

"Well, we could go to another-" Peter was interrupted.

"Country?" The fat lion snorted, "You go somewhere that doesn't have lions and animal control comes after you. You go to a place that has lions, and the poachers come... We're endangered everywhere we go." He replied. The group seemed depressed at that fact, all rather quiet. Peter, however, stewed in his own thoughts for a moment before speaking up.

"What you did to me, does it work on everyone?" Peter asked. Kovu looked up at that in surprise.

"The ceremony?" Kovu asked. Peter shifted a bit nervously.

"Well, the second part of it... Like, the physical part. What if instead of them hunting us, we hunted them. They might not be so eager to end our kind if they are our kind." Peter said. The lions looked at one another in surprise and consideration. It had been so long since they had been on the top of the food chain and many had been in captivity their entire lives, but there was a deep seeded instinct that ran deep. It was the thrill of the hunt.

"We'd be hunters, kings..." Jato whispered before he grabbed Peter's mane and pulled him close, kissing him feverishly. Peter moaned in surprise before giving in, but something in him pushed him further. Jato was the young one, the cub, and he was dominant over him. Peter pushed into the kiss, tonguing Jato's mouth, pressing into him possessively.

"We'll do it..." The elder murmured. Kovu and the others looked up in surprise. The elder set down his hot dog and looked out across the wilderness, "But we have to be smart about it."

"We can set up a shelter for the lions that can't turn into men, and we'll start branching out strategically from there." The fattest lion growled happily.

"Peter, you saved us... You saved us all." Jato said proudly.

"It's dangerous, it's risky, but it gives us a chance. There's no way I want to give this new life up. I want more, I want to be proud to be part of this pride." Peter said happily.

"Then it seems that this lion isn't going back into captivity." Kovu said with a nervous grin. He'd never been very far from the zoo before... but somehow he trusted Peter.

"I guess it's time to start hunting humans." Peter grinned, showing off his fangs. Jato hugged him from behind, feeling so rebellious and excited. The confidence was infectious.