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A warthog. I came back as a warthog. Really? This was weird, My human life is now gone but my soul/conscience keeps jumping to different animals. First the rats and now this. Like the rat episodes, I cannot control my body, but I can will it to stand still. It eats, sleeps, fucks female warthogs, and runs from predators pretty much on autopilot. I can see thru it's eyes, and I can smell what it smells and feel what it feels. I'm full grown and apparently I am the stud warthog in my patch of land here. The other males give me a wide berth and don't even think about challenging me. I look around at my body and I see that I am a big boy! Huge by warthog standards. What a big fine warthog boar I am. Definitely a breeding boar with huge tusks, and those big warts sticking out from my face. No one will ever say warthogs are pretty, because they are not. But by warthog standards I'm pretty damn spectacular and that brightens my mood. Time loses meaning in my state of conscience but I can tell I have been a boar for many nights.

The females seem to really love me when they are ready to make babies and seek me out, which is weird because I don't have any attraction to female warthogs at all. Especially not in that way. Yuck! But my warthog body mounts up anyway and starts humping away on her. It does feel good but my mind isn't really into it, you know? But she seems satisfied after and I see my little piglets running around so that makes me feel pretty damn proud. At least I've contributed.

You would be surprised how fast you get used to eating grass and grubs and roots and berries. Not a bad diet. And rolling in the mud to get parasites and insects off is more satisfying than you could imagine.

I suspect I know why I am here though. Like the rat episodes, I think I'm here to be devoured. I've already been chased by Hyenas and lucky for me they caught some young male that wasn't paying attention. I watched them pull him apart and it looked like a decidedly horrible way to go. I can smell predators all around me. Lion, Hyena, Leopard, Wild dog and cheetah all in the area and it is so saturated with their smell it makes it impossible to know exactly where they are at. So the prey animals pretty much ignore the smells unless the smell suddenly get much stronger in which case they beat a rather hasty retreat in the opposite direction. But mostly everyone relies on each others eye's to spot danger. If an alarm call goes out, we warthogs scatter and head for our burrows. I notice however that because I'm such a big male warthog, the burrows don't seem to fit me very well. At night I sleep in the burrow but it's rare that I can get in far enough to feel safe. Thus, I suspect that whoever has done this to me, knows that it won't be long before a predator gets me.

I wonder if it is my Norwegian Goddess who is behind this as well? You remember her, the one who fed me to the snake, the bird and finally (**shudder**) the Serval cat. Being devoured by her pet Python wasn't that bad, pleasant in fact. The python was gentle and quiet as she devoured me. It felt a bit like a massage as I slipped down her throat. A nice way to get eaten. The bird episode was not as pleasant but the Serval cat devouring was down right horrifying. Being dismembered alive is a wholly unpleasant experience. But seeing my Goddess so aroused at the sight of it somehow made it feel worth it. I feel utterly......_submissive_to her. She has the right to feed me to whatever creature she wants and I am ok with that, I don't judge her or her proclivities, for she is my superior. My sacrifice and her pleasure, mingled together in an orgy of sex and death, and it is my pleasure to provide that entertainment for her. Not that I have a choice in the matter mind you, but there you are. She arranges my death and it gets her off, I realize it is as simple as that.

Though I still cringe at the memory of the cat slowly pulling my ratty testicles off. Oh God, did that hurt.

And so thinking on the subject, I realize that here I was going to experience being ripped apart again. I don't know if Pythons are big enough around here to eat me, but Lions and Hyenas are so numerous it's likely that one of them will get me eventually. I'll be eaten alive all over again but this time on a larger scale. I remember seeing videos of lions eating warthogs and the piggies seem to never die. They just squeal in agony and frustration as the lions gorge themselves. They simply refuse to die as they are fed upon. And SO much noise, my god.....shut it! You can't get away when more of you is inside a lion than outside. But warthogs are stubborn and fight to the last breath for life. I suppose that is a noble trait, if a useless one.

Remember the tale of Circe in Homer's Odyssey? I seem to be living that right now. The mythical Circe turned men into pigs and then her wolves would hunt them down and devour them. Well, no wolves here but Wild Dogs and Hyenas make for a fine substitute. I wonder if my Goddess will be here to witness my pending death? It would make the torture much more bearable with her there with me. It's comforting to know she's there even if she is the instigator of that torture.

And now a female warthog is sidling up to me....she looks very very ready and randy. My warthog body responds accordingly and follows her around. I've got my snout stuck up her little piggy pussy which repulses my human mind, but my warthog body finds her flavor irresistible. She pees and I slurp it up like the finest wine. I can feel my piggy penis swelling and growing in anticipation of our mating. But she teases me for hours and I follow like a shadow, letting her pee on my face and in my mouth until she thinks I've had enough and allows me to mount. I lick her at every opportunity and my human brain will not accept the taste, even if it isn't nearly as bad as my human brain makes it out to be. Finally she is still, and she pushes her tail to the side, a clear invitation to mount up.

I lunge up and start fumbling about with my dick trying to find her entrance. It's not as easy as you think, but finally I manage. The sensation isn't much different than when I was a human, it just seems more urgent. I feel my climax building and I close my eyes to enjoy the pending orgasm. It feels pretty good, even if I am fucking a warthog. Suddenly she darts out from under me and I find myself fucking air. Why did she run away like that? What a bitch! I can't think of why in the world she would do that to me. Unless......

Too late, the lioness is on me before I make it three steps. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! I hear myself scream and she hasn't even hurt me yet. The terror of having her on me is instant and I cannot help but squeal and scream in horror. It's so loud I'm actually annoying myself with the sound. It doesn't stop the lioness though, she is on point and focused. I am completely shocked at how strong she is as I am helpless when she locks on....her meat hook claws well into me.. She pulls me over with ease and with skills that I can't even fathom, she's got her lethal jaws on my windpipe, and her claws have me locked down solid. My body thrashes about but it's exhausting and painful and I soon tire. I'm still screaming in that horrid shrill piggy voice, I swear the whole savannah must hear it. After an eternity, finally I calm down, for all the thrashing and kicking and squealing are getting me no where. The lioness has me locked down and she isn't going to let me go. What's odd is there's some training going on here....the lioness is training me. She does this by biting me harder and putting her claws in me, hurting me every time I try to thrash or kick. As soon as I relax, she relaxes and the pain goes away. I thrash and she bites and claws again. It's her way of asking for my surrender.

Submit, she is saying. How can I submit? She intends on devouring me! Am I supposed to give up? What is to be gained by giving up? Perhaps a less painful death is all I can think....for my mind is fogged in terror of the situation. She is so powerful and so skilled I feel utterly helpless in her grasp and it slowly dawns on me that I don't have a chance.

And then I look out just past the lioness and see a safari vehicle pull up. And can you guess who is in it? Why yes you are correct.....My Norwegian Goddess has come to bid me farewell. She has other female friends with her and all seem rather excited at seeing my situation. They have a perfect view and

it dawns on me, I am upside down and utterly naked in my warthog fur and they can see my scrotum jiggling and wiggling about between my spread hind legs. It's obscene because again, I seem to have rather large testicles that are nestled just rear of my thighs. I cannot help that my legs are spread wide displaying all to the excited women....remember, I have no control over my body movements and despite the pain, my warthog body stubbornly continues to thrash and kick about, making my male equipment animate itself as well. I wasn't aware, but because I was taken by the lioness just as I was about to ejaculate, my penis is still erect. Perhaps my piggy body has not accepted the fact that it's not going to get a chance to finish that last, final mating. I also note that while she has a good grip on my throat, breathing is not difficult at all, she is merely holding me down. Finally, I calm my human mind down, knowing there is no escape and I tell my body to be still. It obeys mostly, with the exception of one hind leg that kicks and jerks weakly every few seconds. That is good enough for me and more importantly the lioness has relaxed somewhat so she can catch her breath.

I see my Goddess soaking it all in, video camera rolling. She and her friends are smiling and laughing, even pointing......I assume at my ridiculous erection which won't go away. Then I see one of the girls point in a different direction and I hear "Look another one!" I carefully bend myself a bit so I can see what "other one" she is referring to. I do it carefully so as not to rouse the predatory wrath of my lioness. I look over and see another lioness coming in, casually strolling along as if she had all the time in the world. This isn't good. With one lioness holding me down, this leaves her free to begin eating and the memory of being eaten alive by Goddesses Serval Cat comes flashing into my mind. This is going to hurt.

Sure enough, Lioness number two comes in and sniffs about my body. I can feel her nose snuffling about, sampling my flavors and it tickles. Then a few tentative licks here and there, until she comes upon my rampant unruly penis and she gives that a lick, then another. The girls are staring wide eyed and in shock at this and seem to really enjoy my predicament.

The lioness continues to lick me there and her raspy sandpaper tongue feels good, it feels really good. Even the lioness on my neck has relaxed so much that her close embrace has become comforting in a strangely erotic way. I can smell her and I cannot explain it for the life of me, but she smells.....sexy. I'm in a lioness death hug and her scent and closeness are intensely exciting. I really don't know how to explain that except to say predator and prey often are much more intimate than most people think.

I see my Goddess looking down upon me, her regal presence comforting. She is here and now I am pretty sure she is behind my bizarre situation. She has brought friends with her and they all look like they are having a grand time. It dawns upon me that once again I am her entertainment. I know what I must do and I can feel the tension drain from my body. This is for her.

Submit

And so I lay there, allowing the lions all the intimacy they require, I've stopped squealing and even though my hind leg continues to spasm, it's obvious this is not upsetting the cats. I realize I'm not angry with the lions, for they are just being lions. It's nothing personal. They need to eat and I am food, they caught me fair and square, albeit with my pants down so to speak. The lioness licking me is driving me crazy and the smell of the other so close to me is arousing as hell. If I could kiss her, I would. I cannot contain my thoughts and my cock is swollen to full erection now. Incredibly I feel an orgasm building, I'm gonna be eaten alive and now I am going to ejaculate.....surreal.

As if she understood, the lion increases the pace of her licking and it sends me over the edge. Helplessly, I ejaculate all over her and my belly and let out little piggy squeals of pleasure as I do so. My best, and last orgasm of my life, human or otherwise. It seems it will never stop, just pumping out sperm faster than she can lick it up. And she_is_ licking it up, I can feel her doing it, cleaning my belly and being very gentle with me; somehow I want to thank her for that. I find myself actually quite fond of these lionesses for they are not the mean aggressive predator everyone makes them out to be, they are very calm and if it makes sense, understanding. They just want to eat.

Then the lioness bites the tip of my penis off, coming immediately back for seconds, chewing on it and pulling meat from it.

**Squeeeeeeeee!!!** Oh god, not again! I hear the girls and they all scream and laugh and clap at what they are witnessing. I can't keep my body from reacting to her chewing on my penis and I find myself struggling mightily in a panic attack to get away from them. The lioness on my throat punishes me for my indiscretion and clamps down with jaws and claws in a vice like grip. She isn't cuddling me anymore....it feels like a bench vise squeezing me. An amazingly powerful animal this lioness.

The lioness eating me has successfully devoured my entire penis and is working at getting inside me. Alot of licking up of blood, nibbling scraps of flesh and pulling and tugging, it hurts. But I knew this before from my rat experience. This seemed worst though....the lioness was so casual, so deliberate...and so damned slow. She wasn't a fast eater I can tell you that.

I was still kicking and squealing but exhaustion overwhelmed me and I slowed down. As soon as she felt me relax a little, the lioness on my neck relaxed as well. She mimicked me in everything I did and if I wasn't in the process of being devoured I might have had time to admire her for that smart strategy.

So exhausted was I that I lay there panting heavily and with no energy left to kick and writhe about. I simply relaxed and submitted, gathering in the sensation of being eaten alive. She was snuffling around my testicles now, and I braced for my pending castration. She gave me a little warning nibble and then bit down and pulled. Having experienced it as a rat, I was mildly surprised that I was able to endure it. Of course I squealed in protest but could do little else. I even turned my head into the fur of the lioness at my neck, trying to block out what the other was doing. I breathed in her scent and it was oddly comforting. Being so close to her, with my muzzle snuggled in the crook between her chest and forelimb, my squealing echoed back upon me, sounding as if someone else was doing it. I really couldn't help it, wishing I could be brave and just shut my piggy mouth. Take it like a man, as it were.

After she gobbled up my scrotum and testicles there was nothing of my male sex left. It didn't bother her though, she just worried at the hole she made where my testicles had once been. It felt as if my balls were still there, the pain did not diminish. But my energy had ebbed completely so I just lay there, squealing pitifully as she ate. Unable to die, unable to prevent it. I wondered when the lioness at my neck would release me, for there was no chance I could run away now. She could release me and join her sister at the dinner table between my stumpy rear legs and I wouldn't be able to prevent it. But she just held me close and I guess looking back, that was fine. Her fur was warm and soft and it helped me cope.

I managed to raise my head a bit (slowly of course so as not to invoke punishment from her) and looked out upon my Goddess. She was in ecstasy....rolling her video and chatting excitedly with her friends. She even had her wine with her, but I did not see a vibrator as when I was a rat. She was happy and that was a good thing, for it gave my tortuous death meaning.

Finally, the lioness at my neck released me, but she didn't eat. She simply panted with exertion and restored her energy. She regarded me, looking into my eyes, sort of telling me with expression I should just relax for it would be over soon. No malice in her expression at all and it dawned on me she did this all the time. My death was no different to her than any other animal she had eaten in her past. She was in her prime and her confidence was at it's peak. And so I did as she told me, even as her sister fed at an ever increasingly rapid pace. She had opened quite the hole between my legs and was busily tearing out and devouring big juicy chunks of.....of me with intense relish.

The lioness nearest me still looked down upon me. I could not help but like her, for she had a regal beauty about her and she wasn't tearing chunks of flesh from me like her sister was certainly a plus. I tried to focus thru the pain and look upon her but it was difficult.....smelling her beauty was the best I could do. She bent forward and sniffed my face, a pleasant moment. I had my warthog mouth open for I was still breathing heavy from all the squealing. She licked me and stuck her tongue in my mouth which really.... I did not mind. Her sister plunging her head in my body cavity, that is something I did mind. But her tongue explored and I wasn't stupid enough to think she was kissing me.....I understood she was tasting me, lions don't mind at all getting intimate with their prey. She lay down and held my big warty head between her massive paws and she gave me some licks and nibbles, just as her sister had done with my scrotum. But then she seemed to realize the good food was out back and she got up, leaving me. I really didn't want her to leave me for it exposed me to the hot African sun (her shadow had passed across my face when she was with me and that was comforting) and exposed me fully to the audience of my Goddess and her friends. I didn't mind, I just was humiliated and embarrassed to be on my back, my little piggy legs flayling about in a silly fashion while the lions fed. And now my beauty of a lioness was sticking her head inside of me as well.

I managed at some point to stop squealing but I was still twitching and spasming as the pain receptors flowed to my brain. I had an eye on Goddess and she was still enjoying which was a good thing; I can't explain it, but her and her friends enjoying my agony gave it meaning....gave it life. . The girls feeding upon me were taking turns dipping their head into the massive hole in my body and coming out with whatever treasure their jaws closed upon. It's a strange sensation feeling a lion stick her whole head in your body. It wasn't painful at this point but it was decidedly uncomfortable. I had a sick, woozy, nauseous feeling as they fed upon me so I focused instead on my Goddess, watching her watch me die.

Finally after many many minutes of this, my special girl....the one who had been at my neck and who smelled so....So sexy....reached way up under my ribs and I felt as she closed her jaws on something important. As she did, my vision drifted to a point of view above the whole scene and I watched as the lionesses fed peacefully upon my decimated carcass. Before I fled to my next death I managed to float down and whisper to my lioness, in a language she would understand.....

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