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The Love of His Pride

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A continuation of His New Pride

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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David, of course, had to return to the United States – back to his home state of California, after seeing his aunt in Africa. Yet he could never have anticipated his life changing as much as it had after visiting the wildlife reserve and, of course, experiencing first-hand his aunt's powers as something of a witch.

He felt that was a strange way to refer to her, as if he was breaking some unwritten rule, but it was the easiest way he could make sense of what had happened. Being turned from a man into a lion and then living with the pride of lions… That was something no man could have imagined, not even in his wildest dreams.

It didn't feel right, of course, to be walking around as a man after all that, trying to see his lion reflection in the mirror instead of him as he was: brown hair and eyes, a little on the slender side. Where were his muscles? The rippling power of his lion body?

Alas, David could not have stayed in Africa for people in his world still needed to make money and, honestly, he wouldn't have wanted to worry his family either. He had people who cared about him, so coming and going in the realm of transformation and finding freedom as a feline would just have to be managed more carefully.

There was a woman too…Amanda. His relationship had been rather on the light side before he had spent his summer in Africa, but he'd grown closer and closer to her in the months afterwards. The seasons tended towards the warm side where he lived, though he took Amanda out with him to his family summer house on the weekends. It felt like there was a little more of a shift when the rainy season came, at the very least, though there was nowhere he'd been in California that ever felt truly cold.

Whereas that suited him, the rolling green hills surrounding his countryside home bursting into Spring flowers, the following year after his transformation, were not the plains of Africa by any means. He longed for the savannah and hunkering down under an Acacia tree, lazily watching the giraffes stroll by while he and his pride brother waited on better prey.

He liked the flowers though and the scents on the air. When he was alone, however, without her, he didn't have to hide his ability to transform, even though he wished he could be less discreet about it. There was little prey to hunt out there that wouldn't go amiss, for it was not as if he could prey on domesticated animals – and deer were problematic when they were bred for hunting, of course.

People liked to have a claim to the land around them and there was little true wilderness that he could easily get to. There was even less wilderness that at all felt like a place he belonged.

A lion, as much as David didn't want to admit it, didn't belong in California. There, he stood out in a bad way.

At the summer home, a small cabin in the countryside where his family owned some acreage also, Amanda leaned forward on the porch and gently touched his arm.

“Hey…" She said softly, her tone low as if she was imparting a secret to him. “Is everything okay?"

David sighed and let his arm slip around her where they sat on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth. It was as if they were an old, married couple already, but it always felt like he was holding something back from her while Amanda gave him everything she had of herself.

She was an open book and he hid his transformation ability from her, even if that nuance of transformation and taking it with him from Africa had been gifted to David by his aunt. With her long, blonde hair, she had an angelic aura about her, her cheeks soft and round, her body with just the right amount of curves – for him, of course. It was as if she had been “made" for him and yet David was not all that sure still he had been made for her.

He wanted to be good for her, but Amanda's personality was what had always shone through for him. When he'd first met her, she'd been scooping up a stray kitten from the road. He still wasn't sure how he'd ended up over there with her, but they'd gone together to the vet and, even though the cat wasn't hers, Amanda had paid for all of the veterinary bills without a second thought.

She was selfless, to say the least, thinking about others before herself. And there was something about her that enraptured him, for she looked after herself too, which wasn't always the case with people who went out of their way to do good in the world. There was no darkness in her past, for which he was glad, but that also meant she had nothing to prove.

A smart, savvy woman with a stable job working for a non-profit animal charity, she had everything she wanted in life – and he desperately wanted to be a part of that life of hers too.

“It's just…" He said at last, realising he'd been quiet for quite some time. “There's something."

Should he do it? His heart hammered. Should he tell her? Oh, but Amanda made his heart sing in the way only transforming into his lion body did. He needed her to see that part of him.

Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes and he took a deep, shuddering breath while she looked on in concern.

He needed to know if she could love that part of him too.

“What is it?" Amanda pressed. “What's wrong? Hon… I'm sure, whatever it is, anything it is, we can work it out."

David took a breath, giving her hands a quick squeeze and then releasing her.

“Nothing bad is going to happen," he said, though David was well-aware he was being so vague he could barely even reassure Amanda at all. “But this is going to look…strange, maybe, to you. It might be a bit scary. But, Amanda, please… You've got to know I'd never hurt you."

Amanda's lips tugged up a smile and she sat there, her hands folded in her lap, while he backed down the steps to solid ground. His car was parked nearby, though there was no one around the house and trees bordered the property too, allowing him some privacy from the nearby farmland where animals were grazed.

“I think I know where this is going," she murmured. “But, please…of course. Show me."

“Well, I don't think you know…"

David had to show her, one way or the other, however. There could be no true relationship between them when he wanted to be closer to her if he continued to hide a part of himself that had become vital to who he was and his wellbeing.

A lion wasn't just something David transformed into… It was who he was too.

So, he breathed out, avoiding her eyes while he murmured the chant, a kind of incantation, that allowed him to pull on the power of transformation inside him. He suspected, from his aunt, that someone like him with the aptitude would be able to transform into other forms too, though he didn't honestly yet have any desire to. He would still need her help and, of course, her magic too.

Yet he could transform into a lion all on his own and he allowed it to come, even though he was still wearing his clothes. His shirt pulled across his back as he became broader and his muscles filled out, losing that light definition on his slender form.

He caught his girlfriend's gasp, but he could not stop. He didn't want to, still looking away as his clothes pulled more and more tightly around him, golden fur erupting over his body. It swept over him in a light, tawny glaze, his nails pressing into sharp points.

David shuddered. That was always a strange sensation as transformation ripped through him, though he had never stopped it once it had begun. He grunted and rounded his back, dropping with a heavy thud to all fours.

“Oof…"

His tongue lolled in his mouth, even though there was not room for it anymore, his jaw crunching and crackling lightly as it fought to keep up with his changes. Yet there was no pain at all in his transformation, only a soft, blissful warmth that spread through his body.

It was as if that very warmth began in his chest and twisted around his spine, rooting itself in the core of his being. From there, it eked out further and further, as if the heat of transformation was searing through his veins, conveying a new, truer sense of being throughout his body.

“Mmph…"

“Oh, David…"

That sounded kind of positive to the partway transformed lion, yet David did not dare yet look up. His fingers and toes shrank and swelled respectively into fat lion toes, designed to spread his weight out and give him a solid surface to spring for the kill from. His claws ached, pushing out and retracting just as they were meant to, his legs all covered with that golden-yellow sheen of luscious fur.

David grunted as his shoulders and hips prickled, like they were being tapped by a million fingers, though that was only the bones resetting themselves. Frankly, to him, it was a relief to be in his real body again – or at the very least getting closer and closer to it. His thick mane fluffed out, easily overruling his brown hair as it melted into the richer, darker-brown mane.

That was better. So much better. The lion breathed out a sigh of relief as he shook his head back and forth, letting his mane settle more easily into place as he stood, comfortably, on all four legs. His spine ached and creaked as his tail extended out from it, adding more vertebrae, but it was not the intricacies of transformation that honestly caught David's attention there. It was the sense of settling into the body that belonged to him that drew him, of taking on a form that simply, to him, felt like home.

And he wanted to be home. He wanted to be home very much indeed.

Finally, as his jaws eased together, slotting his growing teeth into one another, he exhaled in a puff through his nostrils. The last nuances of his transformation teased into place, from the wetness of his nose and the increased sense of smell to the churning of his organs lightly repositioning themselves too in the barrel of his body.

In that shape, he was powerful. In that form, he was agile. In that body, he was everything.

There was nothing more David could ever have needed. Just Amanda. Always, Amanda.

He let his gaze flick up to hers as he panted heavily, his dark lips parted as his pink tongue rasped out of his mouth briefly to swipe up against the side of his chunky muzzle.

She stared at him, her lips slightly parted as if Amanda was mimicking him, although David did not think that was the case. Her chest rose and fell slightly with every breath, though not so much so that she looked like she was panting for breath.

She doesn't look panicked, he thought, hope brightening in his heart. But it's hard to tell…

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David, after all, had never been the best at reading human emotions and expressions, even when others said they were obvious. Being a lion offered him far more means of communication, at least from his perspective, than being a human ever had. He growled lightly and stretched out, extending his claws only to slide them neatly back into his paws again. Although he couldn't exactly speak to his girlfriend like that, he wanted her to know he was no threat to her.

He never would be.

“David…" She smiled and shook her head. “I knew something was up, but…I never expected this. Darling… How long have you been keeping this from me?"

His tail lifted a little and he tried to shrug, though all that did was jostle his body a little. It had been a long time since he had tried to talk to a human while he'd been a lion. Amanda laughed and walked down to him, though he noticed she took a little longer on the steps than she usually would have. Despite everything, of course, she was still wary. He could never blame her for that.

“There was fur all over the cabin here," she confessed, a twinkle in her eye. “You left a trail behind you… And you were so secretive about some of the times you wanted to come out here alone. Sometimes, when I was here with you, you left in the middle of the night too. I always found that strange."

David grunted and looked down shamefully. He had not meant to leave Amanda out, but not transforming into his lion form felt like he was setting a part of him aside, as if he was physically cutting it off. That had never been something he wanted to do, yet he could not live as a lion in Africa full-time either.

His new condition… It came with conditions.

Amanda, however, was no ordinary woman. She didn't have powers, not like the ones that had been gifted to him, but she was an extraordinary person.

She walked around him, surveying his powerful form. David had to be at the very least over five-hundred-pounds. He stood next to her, quivering lightly as he ran her hands over his hide – at first tentatively and then putting more weight into her hands, so he could really feel the strokes of her fingers. There was so much muscle under there that she couldn't help but marvel at it, tracing her fingers up to his head and around the firm lines of his jaws.

“You are amazing, David," she breathed, cupping his chin. “And I'm honoured you shared this part of yourself with me. It will…take a little getting used to."

But perhaps not as much as either of them may have expected, to be fair. He growled and lifted a paw, inclining his head away: walk with me.

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She did so, thankfully, her fingers twisted into his thick, brown mane, though there was no one out there to see them. And who would have believed their own eyes if they saw a woman walking beside a powerful lion with her fingers tucked into his mane?

As he walked, his curvy rump swayed back and forth, rippling with muscle, his balls following the motion of his body. Where the bulk of David's body should have got in the way, she still managed to catch sight of his balls bouncing like that and sucked in a short, sharp breath, awe flowing through her.

Him as he was… It was hard for Amanda to put it into words, but David was a real male, one who could please her. There had been an animalistic edge to him after his return from Africa, when their relationship had grown deeper and deeper, though she'd known too that the time was not right for something more to be uncovered. Sometimes, one had to be patient.

What he'd done in Africa would all come to light in time and a part of her heart surged to join him in his form. That, however, would be something she raised with David when they had grown accustomed to the first big shift in their relationship, no sooner and most certainly no later than that.

Under the cover of the trees, looking back towards the cabin, she paused him with a tug on his mane. David let out a curious growl, turning back to her as he rubbed his body along hers, marking her with his scent. Yet he arched his back and rubbed his hips up at her too, as if he was bowing into a stretch.

It put his hind end near Amanda and she ran her hand down, taking a chance and cupping his balls. It was not as if it was an action that was entirely unfamiliar to them, as they were already sexually intimate and active as consenting adults, but it felt different when his nuts were so much bigger. He was David still – but a different version of David that she ached to get to know. The pull in her stomach drew her to him like nothing else ever had and Amanda let out a soft whimper as he slipped away, rolling his shoulders back.

David grunted at her touch, still warm and lingering on his nuts. Yet instinct bid him to mark his territory yet again, where his scent was growing old, and he turned to lift his tail, letting out a gushing spray of urine over the trees. Her eyes on him brought a sense of exposure to the act, though there was nothing unnatural to it.

He moved from tree to tree, watching her watching him, each long jet of urine painted the bark of the trees and trickling down into the ground. It kept other predators away from the property and he lowered his head when he was done, checking his mark. Sniffing hard in short, sharp puffs of air that made the slits of his nostrils flare, he found his work more than satisfactory.

Amanda took a breath, eyeing his hind end, though her hands eagerly roamed his flanks and up over his hindquarters. He purred roughly, for it was more of a growl than anything else, and she let him lean into her touch as her fingers lightly tickled around the base of his tail.

She teased him there, testing his reaction as she patted his rump. His flesh yielded lightly to her touch, though no more than that. It was so strange to feel, even at a time like that, and she brought her hand back to pat him harder, watching how his flesh moved under her touch.

“You're so different like this," she murmured. “You…are powerful. And you're so much bigger, darling…"

She slapped David's buttocks, much to his surprise. He growled and turned around, though he circled her so he could stay close, letting her slap his rump again and again. There was no weight behind the strokes of her hand, though it was kind of funny how she playfully tapped him like that.

David groaned and let out a loud, rolling moan, stretching out with his claws extended. Why did that feel good? Just to have her touch on his body like that?

More…

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He tried to tell her what he wanted by butting his head into her hand, purring deeply and rubbing into her.

It was not anything like David could have ever expected, revealing his true form to Amanda. He watched as if in a dream as Amanda, slowly, removed her clothes for him. First came her top and then her skirt, showing off her long, beautiful legs. The round shape of her buttocks was revealed as she teased him by sliding her panties down, though David's cock was already out and straining at his sheath.

He hoped she could take the barbs, though he was sure too that he would not hurt her. There was a kind of magic in him too that he had to lean on, trusting it not to bring a moment of pain to her, regardless of the size difference between them. After all, even if he had a lion form to take on, he was still David and he still had to recognise the differences in them.

Yet David would be the one to take those steps to line up with her as she exposed her bare pussy for him, complete with a short curl of hair. On all fours, she arched her back, showing off her butt and her pussy, her folds already glistening with a hint of wetness.

Are you sure?

David tried to check in with her, though the language barrier between them was difficult as he paused, lowering his head to her pussy. Her scent overwhelmed him and, carefully, not knowing how the magic was flowing through him at that very moment, he lapped over her sex. She moaned and shuddered against him as his tongue parted her folds, though the roughness of his wet appendage didn't seem to bother Amanda in the slightest.

“Ah… Yes, David…" Amanda moaned, her hips pushing up higher as she lowered her torso closer to the ground. “That feels… Ohhhh!"

He had to determine that his tongue was so good she could barely get out the words to say as much. A rush of pride flooded him as his cock twitched. A little pre-cum bubbled up at the head of his member, though it remained there instead of breaking from his shaft or trickling down the length. The barbs would have got in the way of it anyway and he growled softly against her as he lapped into her sex, tasting her in a way he never had before.

“Please, David, I can't just stay like this…" She moaned, wriggling her rump back at him, though even Amanda didn't know how to entice her lion partner more than she already was. “Please… I need you."

David grunted, shaking his head as he moved forward, his partner lifting her torso from the ground. Her fingers dug into the ground and she tried to splay them out, though the panting breaths pulling through her chest made even that a struggle.

He contracted the muscles in his hind end as she positioned herself more securely for him on all fours, though it took a bit for him to line up with her as, hesitantly, the lion stepped over the woman. She looked so small and fragile under him, though need surged through the lion, insisting he take what was his from his mate. His mate who was willingly offering herself to him for breeding.

David growled, hunching over her as he tried to strain around to nuzzle her head. Under him, his girlfriend quivered, but Amanda was caught up in the magic too, moaning and trying to grind back at him even then.

“Mmm… Yes, David… Yes, I want to try," she said, making herself clear, though she couldn't quite reach his thrusting cock as she put her hand back for him. “Please… Oh, please be gentle though."

Always, sweetheart.

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His heart warmed with love for her as he forced his muscular body to comply. After all, she was his love and he wasn't going to do anything Amanda didn't want to do, not ever. The tip of his cock, with some adjustments, caught in the folds of her pussy, and he slowly ground forward, trusting his mind to overrule his instincts.

Yet Amanda took over for him as she humped back at him, forcing more of his hard length into her heat as she moaned for him.

“Ah… Yes, David… Yes!"

Her heart sang with joy as he took her, finding a rougher rhythm than he had intended, although her body clenched around him. Amanda moaned out his name as she clung to one of his forelegs, the loud slap of fur on flesh emanating from their mating moment. Her cries drove him on and when she realised he thrust harder when she moaned more loudly, she did exactly that for him.

All for him.

His powerful, muscular body shook as he fought instinct, cramming every inch of cock into her he possibly could. He blinked rapidly, fighting against his lion nature, yet that was the moment in which he had to balance the part of him that was feline and the part of him that was human. David was not simply one or the other but had to weight each side of him in balance.

Only then could David be all he was ever meant to be and more. He thrust harder, revelling in how she quivered under him, her fingers tight around his foreleg. Growl after growl left his mouth as if he was losing control – and yet even David had never been in greater control of himself.

She stretched out a little more before him, allowing the lion to more easily reach her hair and the nape of her neck. As he thrust, trying to draw out his climax as long as possible, he bathed her skin with his long, flexible tongue, though was careful not to lap too hard. A lion's tongue, after all, was rough for a reason, designed to strip flesh from bone.

Yet his tongue could be gentle too as the magic flowed through him, allowing him to lap over her flesh without causing her harm. All Amanda felt was a warm glow spreading out from her tongue as her pussy grew even slicker and wetter than before, tightening around him.

She just wanted more from David, so very much more pleasure that she could barely even pull a single thought into her mind. Ecstasy overwhelmed her as she cried out her pleasure, teetering on the brink of orgasm. She hadn't even touched her clit first, though that was unheard of for her.

He slammed into her, his cock driving in deeper and harder. Amanda's pussy pulled and rippled around him as orgasm took her, though he couldn't hold back. And neither did the lion have to hold back as her heat massaged his cock, though the contractions of her pussy most certainly were erratic, the heavy aroma of male musk lingering in the air.

He let go, spearing deep as he roared out his orgasm. Ropes of seed flooded her: more than a man would produce, but an orgasm that was meant to come again. As hot cream trickled from her sex, his barbed cock buried deep, he bit her neck gently, taking it between his powerful jaws without allowing his teeth to break her skin.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, resting with his lover curled up against his side. They must have made quite a sight there, out under the tree, though their solitude ensured they would not be caught.

Amanda rose first, even though the tip of his cock protruded slightly from his sheath, and lay back for him. Exposing herself, she rubbed her pussy and clit, pressing down with her feet into the ground to push her hips up and show him exactly how much she wanted him.

“Please… David… Again…"

She breathed out the words, arousal like no other flowing through her body. David was there, not just a lion, and it was that which changed everything for her. She groaned as he moved over her, in awe of his strength, but his cock more easily found her pussy that time.

It was as if they were made for one another, their sex life together exploding raucously to a height they could not have imagined reaching before. As his cock pushed into her for a second time, he nodded to her and she roughly brought her lips to his for a kiss, even though it meant curling her torso up from the ground. The position put a strain on her upper back and abs, but Amanda would have done anything to be close to David.

He was the only one she wanted, kissing him as his wide, flat tongue explored her mouth, scooping in against her cheeks and roaming around her teeth. She playfully chased it with her own as his huge paws and massive claws cut deep gouges into the ground. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she was grateful he had shown her what he was outside, so the cabin didn't become damaged. She rather liked it, their own little secluded spot away from the world.

As he moaned for him and he hunched over her, thrusting deep, she climaxed again, orgasm taking her in a sharp pull of desire. Yet she held on to him and his mane, close and safe to the one she loved, as he broke the kiss with another proud roar.

Vibrations rolled through his chest as a second climax drew him on and David slammed into her more greedily that time. Their scents mixed in the air and he licked his lips, hungrily aching for her taste, though it lingered within his muzzle from briefly eating out her pussy earlier.

All he wanted was to be with her, to adore her and love her forevermore. In his true form, they secured their fates with his second orgasm, lion seed spurting into her while her body took every drop possible. Yet the needy thrusts of his cock still forced some out along the lines of his shaft, trickling down over her folds and tickling her clit.

She was all he needed and there was no one else in the world who could complete him like Amanda.

Two rounds was more than enough for them that time, for a start in their new life together, and they retired to the cabin once more. He grunted, walking beside her with his rump shifting with the sway of his weight, but didn't yet return to human form once he was inside.

They set aside dinner for the moment, instead relaxing in the living room, Amanda still entirely nude for she had no reason to dress again. She leaned back into his side, her arm across his back, and smiled faintly.

“David… I never would have suspected something quite like this."

He “mrowled" softly and bobbed his head in agreement, trying to spread his lips in a lion grin. Yet he would have to wait until he was back, unfortunately, in his human form to say anything to his partner with words.

The moment was exactly right as it was, warm and comforting, his tail flicking back and forth across the floor. He would have to expand the cabin a little to better fit him as a lion, but David was sure Amanda would have plenty of ideas for that.

As it was, she rubbed over the line of his spine as he purred, her nails scratching lightly through his fur to his skin. He trembled a little, though he didn't want to spoil the moment, even though the proximity of her naked body against his had him randy for another round already.

Soon.

His phone buzzed. As he was otherwise incapacitated for human actions as a lion, Amanda picked it up and read the message for him.

“Your aunt says you have lion cubs back in Africa," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. “What did you get up to over there? Do you have a pride of your own now?"

David growled and covered his face with a paw, but there was no true ill-feeling there. His heart beat powerfully, sending blood around his body, while joy soared within him.

He was right where he was meant to be and his pride, with his love, was growing.

For the love of his pride, all was right with David's small part of the world.