FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Power of a Lion

---

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

_ _

_ _

The lion loved going to the food court. Not because he wanted to browse the food stands, some of them set up as standalone features of the eatery and others built into the wall of the mall, the court that gave them their name, but because he liked watching the people there. Other anthros, like himself, didn't pay him much mind, at least not openly. Everyone knew that they did have to take into account the might and power of a lion of Naiser's quality, shoulders well-rounded with muscle and his body, quite naturally, bulging with it.

Naiser did not have to work hard to stay in the shape and physique that he was in, for his body hung onto every ounce of muscle that it could, his stomach designed for starve and feast cycles. He didn't even eat every single day that he worked out in the gym or lifted beams in heavy labour, earning good money for the speed at which he could do the job. They liked him and liked that he didn't need as many breaks as smaller anthros and humans that worked on the construction site too, though Naiser's natural laziness did come into play too sometimes. He didn't want to work to move up in the world, like humans were so keen on doing, when he was already perfectly comfortable where he was.

With a thick, full mane in dark brown, shot through with some streaks of tawny-blonde, he was a sight to behold, standing at a good six foot seven tall, though he looked even larger than that. Surveying the food court as if it was his own little kingdom, he cracked his knuckles out, one by one, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. As an African lion, he was built for sprints and spurts of speed but even the nature of evolution could be countered with a change in lifestyle, being around lesser anthros and humans changing his outlook and physicality on things like that. It was interesting...but not interesting enough to keep his attention as a pink tongue flickered out in a sweep over his dark lips.

They were all weaker than him. And all he had to do was choose which morsel of a human he was going to take home with him to wreak his power upon.

“Mom – look!"

He smiled down at a fox cub tugging at her mother's sleeve, her red hair pulled up into pigtails. She was so small that she could have fit in his jaws whole but her mother only clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and pulled her vixen daughter back into her seat.

“Honestly, Amy, leave the nice lion alone. He's just here to get his lunch, like us! Isn't that right?"

She smiled and, even though he was not going to actively purchase his lunch at the food court, what he needed to be sated as an alpha male, he nodded in turn. It was easy to return a smile when he was in a good mood, anticipating relieving a little stress and tension, though there was little of that in the comfortable, easy life that he had taken to leading.

“Of course, dear."

His purr was thick and suave but he was already moving on before the vixen had a chance to reply, her daughter giggling and bouncing on her chair. They were both predators, like him, and Naiser had no interest in them, not when they would fight back. That wasn't what being a lion was about, though so many had forgotten that, forgotten their heritage, what made them who they were. They were at the top of the food chain for a reason as he rumbled out a growl and a low, throaty chuff, his brows heavy over darkly intoxicating eyes.

There. Any man would do but that one looked like a good feast, a delight for the senses. And he was so a lion that appreciated the finer things when exerting his power and influence, sliding into the seat opposite a skinny, scrawny human male with a smirk barely concealed on his lips.

The man jumped and stared, scooting back a couple of inches in his seat with an obnoxious scrape of chair legs over cheap lino, the sort of stuff that would stand up to hard wear in a food court but not what anyone actually liked. He looked from left to right as if hardly able to believe what was happening, that a lion anthro was sitting opposite him, a head of sweat dampening the hair at his forehead.

“Uh... Hello?"

He was bold, oh, bold enough to speak. Naiser purred, his tail flicking back and forth under the table, sweeping around the legs of the chair. He liked that. But he'd soon knock it out of the man soon enough until he was begging and whimpering for nothingness.

“You."

Naiser grabbed the human's hand, so small and fragile in his huge, oversized paw, though he had full capability and dexterity in his fingers, having evolved. His claws pricked out and the man cried out sharply as those claws dug into his hand, blood trickling, the sharp bite of pain driving his body to try to yank his hand back and away, anything to relieve the pain. It was an instinctive reaction but the lion only laughed at him, the man so small compared to him, puny and weak.

Others looked over but they did not see a human man fighting a lion, only two lovers teasing one another. He had to be faking, didn't he, squealing and wriggling like that? Others smiled and shook their heads, completely oblivious as to what was going on as the man's eyes watered, though he was not so frail as to allow tears to stream down his face just yet.

“Please..." He whispered, staring down at the table, red with a white trim. “Let me...go. I beg you."

Naiser shivered. He already knew what was going to happen to him, the mark of a true prey item. He knew that he was weak and worthless and but a toy to a predator like him. An omnivore could hunt and pretend to feast on meat but, of course, truly, there was nothing more to humans than that. They would never know the true pride of being on the hunt, of taking the lead, of absolutely dominating when there was not a single other creature in the world that could stand up against them.

“I don't think so. I think you're going to sit there, nice and quiet, and take it all."

The man shuddered and moaned, eyes furtively darting one way and then the other, sweat pouring down his glistening brow. Yet there was no one there and no one, most certainly coming to help him, not when they didn't see anything wrong at all with what was going on. And weren't lions known, sometimes, for having fun with weaker, smaller creatures? It was all part of the natural order of things, nothing any of them, really, could do about it.

Everyone turned a blind eye to what they did not want to see, Naiser's free paw shooting under the table, grabbing his crotch. The man whose name he did not know tried to resist but he didn't care about that. He was about as effective in fighting him off as a gnat would have been annoying a water buffalo, flitting and buzzing around but causing so little trouble that it wasn't worth paying any attention to at all. Thus the lion was free to squeeze and grope, purring his amusement, everyone turning away if they could even see what was going on under the table.

“Very nice... For a human. Not for a lion, but nice all the same."

The man squirmed. Naiser growled. He loved when they did that.

“You're coming with me."

The man shook his head, trying to hold his hands up even while one of them was still trapped in the lion's massive paw, enveloped in fur even as his palms sweated profusely.

“No... No. No, I can't. I won't."

Yet any lion, let alone Naiser, was not about to take “no" for an answer. Truth be told, Naiser had never taken “no" for an answer and he was not about to stop when it came to some human who thought that he knew more than a lion. He was not cocky, of course, but so weak that his flailing and squirming, the lion's claws pricking through his jeans to bite and nip at his dick, seemed to act as if he knew better. He was a prey creature, so weak and frail... He should have simply given in from the beginning.

“You will."

Naiser did not need to raise his voice, though he did drag the man in against him, muffling his shriek in his mane, quelling his flailing as he laughed out loud. Still, no one reacted, ignoring what was going on. Better that it was not them, they thought, as the lion turned his paw sharply, snapping the man's wrist as easily as he would break a twig under his hind paw. The man's screams would have alerted people as to what was going on, however, if he had been allowed to let them loose as he wanted and Naiser rose fluidly, pulling his toy along with him with nary a drop of notable resistance.

“Come."

Whimpering and sobbing, his crotch aching, the man shuffled along with him, so close that one could have been forgiven for thinking that he was there of his own free will. Trapping the human's arm on the opposite side of his body, Naiser made it look as if the human had his arm around him, the two of them as close as anyone could have been. With a smirk, he turned his back on the food court, a flick in his tail that had not been there when he'd entered.

Back at the lion's place, though the man would not be welcome there for all that long, the beast cracked his knuckles out, linking his fingers and bending his wrists, seemingly, the wrong way for a ripple and a pop. The man cowered and Naiser trembled with barely withheld power, a low growl building and building in the back of his throat.

“I'm going to enjoy this. You stay still...or I'll make it worse from you."

Naiser was not one to make his threats openly, considering just how he worked. Why would he have to speak so much when his body oozed such power, doing the talking and the work for him? Oh, that was his lazy nature coming into play all over again as he dragged off his shirt, exposing a broad, powerful chest, even if the fluff of his fur smoothed out the edges of muscle some. It did not make him look any less strong than he was, however, the man holding his hands up over his face, trying to hide.

The stud of a lion, however, had nothing to hide, leaving his loose jeans on, though the bulge in the front told a tale that terrified the man even further. Naiser snarled, pulling his black lips up and away from his teeth, showing off the points of them, glistening with saliva, practically drooling for the feast of dominance and power that was to come. His shaft grew hard but the man, by far, was not aroused, though the lion was dimly surprised that he had not wet himself yet. Maybe he was just a shade stronger than the last feast that he had brought home to show his true power to?

Muscle rippled and Naiser laughed cruelly as he hauled the human out into the centre of his living room floor, already cleared and devoid of even any cushioning rugs ahead of time. He didn't need those comforts and neither did the man who was under his abusive paw, balled up into a crude fist as he slammed it down into the man's shoulder. The creature's scream was beautiful and Naiser licked his lips as he did it again, raining down punch after punch onto him, slamming into his stomach, his shoulder, his chest.

Ribs crackled, the bone breaking beautifully, the human's skin blossoming with bruises, though Naiser was yet to break skin. He had so much of him to break that it would have been a terrible thing to do it all at once, even as he delighted in taking his feet and breaking just the two toes.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

_ _

The man howled and Naiser laughed.

“Is that too much for you, weakling? I could finish you right here, right now, but I'm going to toy with you first, play with you. You'll know who took you, in the end, though there's not another soul in the world that cares what happens to you here. No one will come, no one cares. It's just you and me, morsel, you and me."

The man's whimpers broke into sobs and Naiser frowned. That was annoying. He didn't like when humans wailed at that pitch, so frustrating on his sensitively rounded ears.

“Shut up!"

It came with a roar as he beat the man with fists and hind paws alike, claws out and not caring one bit for the pain of the man that he rained down fury upon. He was there for him, there to be abused and broken: he was never meant to survive the rough play of a lion. But that was just what Naiser needed to feel like a lion, strong and powerful, rippling with might, lips curled back as snarl after snarl poured from him, so vastly rounding and dominating that there could not have been any escaping then, even elsewhere.

The man sprawled, bruised and battered, a shoulder dislocated, his wrist broken and more snapped inside him. He gasped, tasting blood in his mouth, though the looming shape of the lion blocked out the grey light even from the window. Naiser grinned widely as he turned his back on his toy, arms crossed loosely over his chest, his tail tucked safely away.

And then he fell. With his bulk and brawn, he was easily over four-hundred kilos and the crushing blow that he dealt the human was not intended to be easy. Crushing all breath from the man's lungs, the lion struck hard, snarling as air escaped him, his trust fall one that the human should never have trusted in. He should have run the very moment that Naiser had laid eyes on him, though he was such a weak soul that he most likely had not even realised that a predator had him locked in their sights.

Squirming, the lion let out a purr, relishing in the feel of the man's broken body under him, bruised and lumpy, limbs not moving in the right way or direction anymore. His ribs turned in, biting into internal organs that were sorely needed, yet Naiser did not think he would let the man make use of them for very much longer, not until he, at least, bored of his toy. That end, as it was, would always come.

He leaned back as he got up, feeling more crack under him, splintering like kindling. That was all the human was to him, something to be broken, feeding the fuel of his fire. Naiser's cock throbbed hard but there would be other pleasures soon to satisfy himself with, licking his lips with a low, self-satisfied growl. Elbowing backwards into the human's chest, which was softer and less resilient than it had been when he had first dragged the wretch back into his home, he cracked more ribs, his paw coming down in the same spot as the last crack emanated from. Although the man's lips moved, there was no sound to come out anymore, eyes half-lidded, not seeing, not being, almost gone.

Naiser shivered. That was the best moment, seeing them fade, even the light that made them what they were slipping from their eyes. Not since the last time had he felt so powerful, so dominant, so entirely in control of himself while he stripped every last little bit of control from the man. It was all it was meant to be in the natural order of things, the human so weak that fighting back, truly, should never have been in any realm of possibility.

The man's lips moved in a moan and Naiser looked down at him dispassionately, shaking his head.

“Weak, so weak... What business did you have in being alive? But this is your place now."

The man's head turned away but that was merely as he could not hold his head up anymore, his muscles too weak to support him. But that at least made it so that he did not see his end coming as the lion lashed out with his hind paw, whipping through the air, too swift to miss as it connected with his neck, the last growl that the man would ever hear tickling his ears.

Neck snapped, the human slumped to the ground, life leaving him, the lion towering, though he was not there to observe his handiwork for long. His stomach growled and the throb of his cock begged attention, his primal instincts, at least for the time being, satisfied. Yes, all was as it was meant to be, the king in his rightful place, oozing with the power of a lion, a true lion. He was the lion that all would look up to and he licked his lips, glistening with a light sheen of saliva, as he rolled his head back to let out one almighty blast of a roar that shook the window frames of his house.

Outside, people would know what had come to pass, turn away, hurry along their way. For there was no arguing with the power of a lion, not when he was in his prime and pride.

And there was no lion left quite like Naiser.