Wiping his brow, Tyler took a moment to pause, taking stock of his surroundings without sweat stinging his eyes. It was pointless, he knew, given that nothing about the landscape looked even remotely familiar. Even though it was possible these were areas he’d driven past no less than a few hours ago, Tyler wondered if he would even recognize them. There was no sign of the road around, the only thing that might have assured he could make his way back to the village. But without even that, he was hopelessly lost.
For what had to be the twentieth time by now, Tyler looked down at his phone hoping to see a signal bar. Naturally, there was none, Tyler being out in the middle of the savannah and several miles from the nearest village. Without any kind of a guide, Tyler was left to curse his luck, not sure that even with a guide he could make it back to town before sundown. Given the nocturnal nature of African predators, he wasn’t a fan of his chances out here by himself.
This was hardly the way he saw his trip going, one he had saved for a couple of years to attend. A guided African savannah tour with a dozen or so other tourists was something he’d longed to embark on, and the sights he’d taken in over the last few hours were truly stunning. Still, he had to lament his luck as he used a quick stop to walk out into the bush and take a piss. He was out of sight of the jeep, but only just. Yet, a chorus of animal yelps had him panic enough to run from the road. In tandem with the sound of padding paws was a sign he was under threat, coming from the direction of the jeep and preventing him from getting to safety. The sound of tires screeching made his heart sink as the rest of his group drove off rapidly without him. There was little Tyler could do, knowing that chasing after them might attract whatever had encroached upon them, either wild dogs or hyenas from the sounds of them.
Yet, one thing did cross the corner of his eye, something enough to make him run even faster in the other direction for fear of his life. There was a rustling in the bushes between him and the jeep, and Tyler continued to run, barely allowing himself to look back and thinking that one of the animals was after him. What he could not have expected was for the thing to rise as though on two legs, looking out at him with a bestial maw and brandishing a sort of spear before ducking back down out of view. Tyler wasn’t sure what he’d seen, but had no intention of staying around for a closer look!
Such was to be his bane as he eventually slowed down, winded and tired as the adrenaline wore off. He was not being pursued, but that was the least of his worries. With no idea where he was, Tyler was left in the summer heat to wander aimlessly, trying to maneuver around back to the road and cursing the fact he’d left his canteen in the jeep. No matter how hard he searched, however, he couldn’t find a trace of the road, the only place his group would think to look for him should they come back. And with the threat of something inhuman potentially gunning for his life, there was no time for him to stand still and wait for rescue, lest he be an easier target.
Yet, after what felt like hours of walking in the savannah sun, Tyler had no choice but to take a rest under a tree, exhausted and thirsty with no clear way back to safety. He was nearly passing out from the heat, and wouldn’t make it to sundown at the rate he was going. Not that he would have much of a chance stumbling blindly in the dark with little more than his phone’s flashlight to guide him. But he could at least wait for dusk, staying here and listening to the sound of the jeep in case they came back for him.
Yet, it was not to be the salvation he heard, but rather the herald of his demise. That familiar growl caught his ears all at once and Tyler stood up, looking for anything to defend himself with. At least by standing up, he might appear more intimidating to a potential predator. However, from the sounds of them, more than one was closing in, and even if he did secure a weapon, there was little he could do to protect himself.
A rustling in the bushes had his full attention as multiple hyenas crept out and quickly surrounded him. There were at least six but the numbers were hardly what scared him the most. It was the fact they all suddenly stood tall, larger than most men, and rather muscled, powerful fur-covered arms and legs the envy of most bodybuilders. Their heads were mostly reminiscent of hyenas, but there was no denying the intelligence in their eyes, regarding Tyler with an expression akin to disgust. It was made worse by the slings they wore across their shoulders, their only article of clothing and acting as a storage for their rather ornate spears, something they were quick to train on him in an obvious show of threat.
“Your kind have been trespassing for far too long on our hunting grounds,” one of them said in a gruff voice as he stepped forward. The tip of his spear was almost at Tyler’s throat, and he made no move to escape, lest he be stabbed right there. Though it seemed rather possible, almost likely, that his fate was sealed regardless of whether he tried or not to move.
“Those in the vehicle must be spared, even if they saw us directly. It is too late to track them, and humans often find their sight unreliable. Besides, such oddities as us are unlikely to be believed by their kin. But you are of a different matter. You have already seen us, and after talking to us now, we cannot allow you to live. If our presence in these hunting grounds is discovered, our way of life shall be in jeopardy. It is unfortunate, human, but such is to be your fate. We will make it quick, and you will be left where you found, assumed eaten by the creatures of this plane. At least your body can be returned to your people, a final act of respect. Now, do not struggle,” the leader said, raising the tip of his spear once more.
Tyler was frozen, with no idea what to do or how to escape. It seemed he was dead either way, and he simply closed his eyes, scared of the pain but even more afraid should he struggle. Yet, the sound of a mighty roar made his blood run cold, so loud he could feel his ears ringing. It seemed to startle the hyena men as well, so much so they lowered their spears, staring in the direction of the noise. For a brief moment, Tyler thought he might be in a position to escape, but caught between these hyenas and something else he could not see, such was largely unlikely.
Still, he was able to turn around toward the source of the hyena’s gaze, greeted by a sight just as startling. Three massive lions, each standing on two legs and brandishing weapons of their own, walked toward them, long tails swishing in feline agitation. On the one hand, Tyler couldn’t help but hope he was saved. But it was just as likely the lion men had similar intentions for him, even if they seemed aggressive toward the hyena men. They were outnumbered, though made up for it with sheer size. It looked to Tyler that he might be in the middle of a blood bath!
“You’ve crossed over into our territory,” the head lion said, holding his daggers at bay though not sheathing them entirely.
“It could not be avoided. This human has seen us and must be eliminated. Even if he did cross from our territory into yours,” the head hyena explained, lowering his weapon as well. It seemed the two factions were not inclined to fight unless one of them made an unfavorable move. Tyler found himself disappointed at that, likely having little chance of an opening to escape, assuming he could outrun any of them at all.
“And what about the humans in the vehicle you scared off? Surely, you cannot plan to eliminate them or their entire village?!” The lion roared, enough that all six hyenas backed up.
“Humans will make their own conclusions. They will play it off a collective trick of the mind,” the hyena replied, though such did not appeal to the lion.
“Then you intend to kill this one? I’m afraid I cannot allow that. He is now on our territory, and per our treaty, we have rights to do with him as we dictate,” the lion remarked, making a half-step forward. His body language was enough to prompt the hyenas noticeably backward, the others gazing nervously at each other as their leader reluctantly kept eye contact.
“Very well, you may deal with him. But do not leave him to return to his people alive, there will be consequences,” the leader said, and with that, his pack took to all fours and into the brush, without so much as a sign they had been there not moments before.
Yet, Tyler was not inclined to breathe a sigh of relief, given that his current captors were just as threatening, if not more so. None of them raised their weapons, though the leader’s menacing stare was enough that Tyler knew to follow their commands. “Human. Rise and follow. Failure to do so will forfeit your life,” the leader spoke gruffly, and Tyler did so, one of the trio moving behind him just in case. It was clearly obvious Tyler could not escape and was at the mercy of these beasts, who were more likely to kill him once they had taken him to where they desired to go. Perhaps such was better than being dispatched right then and there, though Tyler’s fate was far too uncertain for him to feel any sort of relief.
Already exhausted from earlier, it took Tyler some effort to keep up, panting and sweating in the waning daylight. To his surprise, one of the lion men offered him a canteen, and he drank greedily from it, whispering his thanks. The lion simply growled at him to be silent, and Tyler did so, still exhausted but at least not suffering from dehydration. It would be nightfall soon, though obviously, he would have nothing to fear worse than the lion men that kept him captive. They kept a steady pace enough Tyler wasn’t sure he could manage. Thankfully, they did not walk far, the leader stopping in what appeared to Tyler like the middle of a grassy expanse.
Tyler was a little surprised when the leader turned to speak to him once more. “Our various tribes have lived out here for centuries. Though our travel into your plane of existence is somewhat recent, through what we believe to be weak points between the worlds. Perhaps in another life, I might have studied such, but in this one, they only prove useful to expand our hunting range.”
Tyler wasn’t sure what the lion meant, unable to see anything beyond the grassland that appeared to be a portal or the like. “You will not see it with human eyes. It is exceptionally rare for one of your kind to walk through one unintended. Our eyes can spot them clearly, and we make sparse use of them. It would not be in the best interest of any of our tribes to come into contact with yours. Still, with your rate of expansion, you risk coming into contact with us and threatening our way of life. So, you can perhaps understand why we cannot allow you to return to your people,” he said, a little sadly at that.
Tyler wanted to question what that meant, though he likely knew the answer. It seemed strange for them to need to bring him all the way out here if they were to simply kill him. Then, what was the endgame? He was sure to find out, one way or the other.
Lost in his thoughts and with his focus on the leader, Tyler barely noticed that the other two had moved behind him, standing side by side. A quick glance revealed the rather unexpected fact they were holding hands, a bizarre gesture for the two males. What was even stranger, and more alarming, was that the furry punches on their loins started to stir, and rather feline-looking erections began to part the top of their foreskin. Disgusted by the display, Tyler longed to look away, though could not tear his gaze from the evident arousal the two expressed over the situation, or more likely, each other.
“Save it for later,” the leader grunted, though the slight grin on his features was enough sign of his feelings toward the display. Tyler had to look, and while the leader did not come to erection as the other two had, he did notice the lion man’s sheath bulge a little. Not that Tyler was homophobic by any stretch, but the idea of being stuck with a tribe of homosexual lion men…it was too much!
“The portal is through here, just follow me through,” the leader said, walking forward and disappearing the moment he took several steps. It was almost as though he’d walked through a doorway, though Tyler couldn’t perceive it or anything beyond. Still, not wanting to anger the lion men, Tyler stepped forward himself, taking the exact same path until a strange tingling overcame him. Suddenly, the world around him shifted entirely, and Tyler was treated to a very different Africa, though the time of day was much the same. He was closer to a forest than the grassland from before, and the smells of smoke and cooked meats from some feet away wafted into his nose. Tyler was elated for a moment thinking that he was safe and had found other humans. Though such was not to be, and he was greeted by the sight of ten or more lion men approaching, regarding him with predatory stares.
“Welcome to our tribe, human,” the leader said, gesturing around the modest encampment of makeshift tents with a fire in the center. “Though you may not be staying long. Trespassing on our lands and seeing one of us is a crime we punish by death, regardless of your intentions,” the leader explained, and before Tyler had a chance to move, he was flanked on either side by the two from the portal behind him, making escape impossible. Not that he would be able to outrun his captors, but it had to be better than letting himself be killed, right?
“Please, I didn’t know! I won’t tell-”
“Ah, he speaks!” The leader said with a laugh, the other lions chuffing in a similar fashion. “That is good. But I have no use for your excuses. Rather, it is time for you to make a choice. You cannot return to the human world, nor can you live here with us. Our tribe has no need for weak humans. However, as a newly founded tribe, we require more hunters and are currently recruiting. Instead of death, I give you the option to join our ranks.”
Tyler felt his blood run cold at that. What could they possibly mean by ‘join their ranks?’ Surely, a human such as him would be no good to a tribe of lion men. And wouldn’t they fear him making his way back to the village? Was he trapped here in this other dimension now that he had passed through the barrier?
“I’ll give you a moment to decide your fate, human. This is no light matter. You see, our kind has the ability via transfer of fluids to infect your kind, changing you into one of us. It is our primary way of procreation, though not something we allow to undergo lightly, given that such would lead to overhunting and further increase our chance of discovery. But I offer you now the chance to join our ranks. Our tribe can still safely grow, and it would be a shame to lose one of your…attractiveness,” the leader grinned, and Tyler shuddered at that, seeing once more how his sheath began to quiver.
For a few moments, Tyler stood dumbfounded, staring at the lion man with a mixture of disbelief and horror. Surely, this couldn’t be possible. And could he even do such a thing? It was one thing to die but to be changed into one of these lion men? It would be a death in a sense, of his old life and humanity. He certainly didn’t want to die, wishing to be anywhere but here and forced to change into a lion man. A gay one, given how handsy the lion men were being with each other. There were no females here, and many had the beginnings of erections poking from their sheaths, as though aroused by the mere thought of his answer.
“Choose wisely. If you agree there is a ceremony of sorts to induct new members into the tribe. The process is initiated by an exchange of fluids, as I said. The change can only occur once, there is no returning to human form nor the form of any other beast man from our realm. Though I cannot make the choice for you, I can say I was once in your position. I have come to have no regrets about my new life,” the leader said, and with that, the tip of his own cock came out of his sheath, perhaps more impressive than all the other gathered lions.
“So, like a scratch, or…” Tyler let that thought hang. The implication of what they could mean terrified him perhaps more than the change itself. He wasn’t gay and had never harbored any inclinations toward men before. And if he said yes, that might be the only option for the rest of his life.
“That would be possible, yes, though your initiation will be part of the ritual. You see, our species is infertile, and while members of both sexes can be initiated, their new preferences are for each other, males and females living in separate tribes. We are considered, amorous, by human standards. Some take mates for themselves, though on such nights as these, we are all inclined to share ourselves. As will you, as part of the ritual. Once we begin with you, the change will commence, and we shall celebrate with a virility that your kind has never known. Should you choose to accept our offer, that is…” the leader said, letting that thought hang for a moment.
It seemed like an eternity as Tyler mulled over his answer. He was certainly disgusted by these lion men, their eager erections bobbing up and down from their sheaths as they began to massage each other’s groins. He didn’t want to be like them, forsaking his humanity and taking only other males for mates. And yet…was that really a fate worse than death? It would be a new life, sure, far removed from anything he could imagine. But he would still be alive. In the body of a homosexual lion man, however…
“I have given you ample time. Chose now,” the leader growled, not overly forceful but commanding all the same.
“Y-yes…I accept…” Tyler stammered, not sure what else to say. Surely, the change wouldn’t be worse than death, right?
“Then stand. As the newest member of our tribe, you are to be at the bottom of our social order. Our former bottom will be the one to initiate you. You shall be subservient to him in all things. And to all of your new brothers, until such time as another joins our tribe to replace your status as the bottom. Do you accept this?” The leader asked, and Tyler nodded his answer, unsure about how to feel. It was not an appealing prospect to be subservient to these beings, especially after being forced to join their number. But what choice did he have?
At that, Tyler felt trembles of fear running through him at what he had agreed to. Still, all he could do was nod, muttering out a weak “Yes,” in the hopes it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.
“Then strip. Clothing is no longer necessary for members of the tribe. An increase in status may allow for you to choose some ornate markers suited to your liking, though for now, as the lowest of us, they are not permitted,” the leader said, and Tyler paused for a moment, afraid to be naked in front of them. Surely, he would have to be, but…
Shivering from the cool air, Tyler took off his shirt, shoes, and pants, the smell of sweat and body odor strong to his nose and making him embarrassed to be around creatures that could likely smell him far more acutely. Though as repugnant as he found his own body odor, it seemed the lion men were more than happy to see the sight of him, their pointed red cocks sliding further out of sheaths. It was only to get worse as he pulled down his underwear, though there was little point in delaying, even as his voyeurs looked on with interest. Tyler wanted to put his hand over his crotch, though the moment he did so, he realized his cock was not only erect but leaking a little as though the whole event was somewhat stimulating. Tyler felt appalled with himself. There was no way his mind could find the situation arousing. And yet…
“It looks like we’ve sparked your interest. Perhaps being one of us is not so bad, hmm?” The leader chuckled, and all the gathered lion men chuffed at that.
The effect on their libido was obvious, the tips of sheaths parting all the way to expose massive, feline cocks the scope of which Tyler could hardly imagine. They were thick and red, the heads pointed and covered with backward-facing spines. They were clearly larger than any he’d seen on a human, fit to match the stature of their massively muscled bodies. Plump balls swayed between furry legs as they looked on in eagerness at the scene about to unfold. As terrified and disgusted as Tyler felt he couldn’t bring himself to look away, nervous for which one would do the deed.
To his dismay, it was one of the larger males to step forth, cock head leaking in anticipation of what was to come. Tyler had to marvel at his size, hardly able to imagine what it would be like to…He had to admit that how the scene would unfold was foreign to him. He’d never been with a man and had no point of reference. Yet, he was about to find out, whether he wanted to or not.
Towering over him, the lion man looked even more intimidating this close. His body had its own thick, musky odor, though rather than leave Tyler repulsed, he found he rather liked it. It was almost comforting having the lion close to him, knowing that since he’d accepted the offer, he would be safe. However, perhaps that was a little premature, not knowing what the lion man would do to him.
“On your knees and suck,” the lion commanded, and Tyler paused for a moment, dumbfounded. The thing hanging from the beast’s groin was far thicker than anything a human could match, even if Tyler was familiar with such actions. He would break his jaw if he tried it!
Yet, before he had the chance to protest, the lion man had his hands on Tyler’s head, forcing him down against his bobbing feline rod. Pre-cum leaked down Tyler’s nose and mouth, and he wanted to reach up and rub it off, even as he was forced into a position he could not escape. Yet, the moment he did so, a thick, heady musk hit his nose, stronger than the scent wafting from the naked lion’s body. It was pungent, and sharp, though the more he sniffed it, the more Tyler found himself interested. It was as though it was triggering some impulse in his brain, one he had never experienced before. There was a longing associated with it, desiring more of it to the point he was tempted to…
Before he knew what he was doing, Tyler’s tongue reached out to sample the leaking tip, so close to his face and so tempting asides. The taste was almost too much for him, awful and musky and far too strong for his senses. That, and his seeking tongue had to steer away from the barbs, far too sharp for her meager human tongue. But the moment his mouth was open, the paws gripping Tyler’s head forced him forward, and the lion’s cock thrust toward the back of his throat, making him wish to gag. Yet, there was nothing he could do about it, forced to feel it inside his mouth at the lion’s whims.
Still, there was a part of him, as shameful as it was, that was turned on by the act, thinking how much he was pleasuring the lion. It made little sense to the part of his mind that thought he was straight. Yet, there was no denying that the presence of the male, his muscular body, and being used for his pleasure, triggered something deep within his psyche. His relationships with women had always been lacking somehow, as though they were not as fulfilling as he’d hoped for. But with his obvious need for the lion’s cock in his mouth, Tyler felt a purpose beyond anything he could have imagined. It was exciting to the point that even the pain of the phallus in his mouth was not enough to deter him. He wanted to pleasure this male, and was turned on like nothing he knew to do so!
“It seems you’re the perfect bottom after all. Look how fast you’re giving into it! Most of our new tribe members struggle at first! If you were such a fag, why didn’t you say so at first and simply take your place among us!?” The leader declared, and despite the shame Tyler felt over the obvious slur, there was no denying the effect sucking cock was having on his libido. And if that made him gay…wouldn’t he just be the perfect addition to their tribe and the new life he was required to take on?
Such was far too complex to contemplate with his continued forced face fucking. It took him some effort to find comfort in the act with his limited range of motion, though Tyler managed it, getting into the rhythm and doing his best not to resist the lion’s forced intrusion. The sheer size of the beast’s cock was more than he could bear, but with some effort, he was able to work his tongue around the lion’s spines so that they weren’t hurting him. It was all Tyler had not to be injured beyond the strain of such a massive phallus in his jaw, along for the ride as the male tool his pleasure from his bottom.
“Yes, that’s it! You like that, don’t you? You’ll be the perfect slut for our tribe!” The leader exclaimed, and as shamed as Tyler felt he should be, the words only served to raise his arousal. They held true, after all, with as turned on as he was by his actions. And why was that such a bad thing? He would finally find his purpose as their personal fuck toy, and in the moment of lust, Tyler could find no fault in that, curious to know what it was like to be used and taken.
No sooner did that realization cross his mind than the lion’s end drew near, the cock within his sore jaw starting to spasm. It was already far too big, and even if he was just now getting used to the taste of the lion’s pre-cum, a full load would surely be repugnant. But there was no chance of him getting away before taking the lion’s load, and no matter how daunting the prospect was, there was no denying the arousal that came with it. Working his jaw around his member as best he could, Tyler’s tongue played over the lion’s cock tip before the beast roared, holding Tyler’s head in place as he released his seed. The force of it down his gullet made Tyler shiver, almost gagging. The taste, too, was almost too much, rank and musky and reeking of the lion’s essence. And yet, that bizarre sense of fulfillment washed over him, the knowledge of what he’d done and what it meant for his future leaving him almost vibrating with elation.
With that, the lion pulled out, strings of pre-cum and seed trailing out of his mouth as he looked down at Tyler with an impressed stare. “Not bad for a new cub,” he mused. One of the other lions came up to him, patting him on the shoulder before taking his muzzle in a kiss. He, too, had a bobbing feline erection, and despite himself, Tyler couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like. The flavor of cum on his breath, something that repulsed him not moments ago, was something he almost craved now, as though it had somehow altered his taste buds.
With that, Tyler got up slowly, jaw sore from the oral acts and body stiff from being on his knees. He wasn’t sure what was to happen next, other than to bask in the euphoria of what had just occurred. The act was strangely fulfilling, awakening memories he had shoved to the back of his mind for more than a decade. He had been ashamed of his body for so long, having been picked on for being weak with his small, thin form. Twink would have been an apt moniker, though not one he wished to wear. His smaller stature and having his sexuality constantly questioned during his youth left him powerfully conflicted until later in life when he began repressing all those emotions and trying to live life as society dictated. Yet, was it all a facade? There was every chance the mere presence of these creatures had an effect on his sexual preferences, of course. However, if Tyler was being honest with himself, his arousal over the whole affair had its basis in his own psyche, as well…
Before he had time to mull it over further, Tyler was gripped by strong hands and tossed to the ground, left on his knees in the dirt, and looking up once more at the lion’s impressive male heritage. There was something about the rough treatment that really did it for him, as much as he wasn’t in a position to touch himself. He barely needed the direct stimulation, so aroused by servicing such magnificent male specimens. Hell, at this point it barely even registered to him that he was about to become one!
A sudden pressure on his backside made him moan out in pain as his ass was lifted, as though for another lion’s inspection. It was the leader, of course, and his paw hands had a firm grip on Tyler’s backside as he drew it level with his own impressive cock. As much as he knew what was coming, Tyler could hardly imagine taking something so massive inside of him, sure to rip him apart. Yet, he had managed with the cock in his mouth, right? So, then, surely…
A persistent itching across his arms and chest brought him from the lusty thoughts as Tyler looked down, shocked at what he was seeing. It was hard to tell in the oncoming night and with the fire somewhat distant, but there was no denying the spreading patches of hair lancing up from their pores and matching the sparse ones on his skin. Though it started in his treasure trail, it soon began to move over his lean body, even down his legs and up his neck. Hell, the errant hairs of his beard were even starting to blossom into a lion’s mane, a form he was starting to view with some reverence.
As much as Tyler wanted to scratch, there was no getting away from the lions at either end of him, being held down and forced into whatever they had planned for him. The prospect was made all the more appealing with the upcoming change, molding him into a form that could take what they dished out with little harm. And if it meant submitting to these muscled, powerful beasts, Tyler was willing to undergo whatever it took, the discomfort of itching hair growth hardly enough to stem his lusts.
The sensation of the leader’s pointed cock teasing his pucker was enough to make Tyler tense up, though he did his best to relax into it. Having never taken anything up the ass, a certain sense of trepidation washed over him. It was far less about the fear over any pain in the act but rather wanting to make a good impression, to take his place at the bottom of the tribe. That thought paved the way for him to relax, feeling the pointed cock tip forcing him open before sitting in his bowels and making him cry out in shock. No sooner had he done so than the former bottom forced his rod into Tyler’s mouth, filling him perhaps even more than the first time. Part of Tyler wondered how the lion was able to recharge so fast, but such was a moot point in the face of being forcefully spit-roasted through the last moments of his humanity.
“Shut up and take it, slut,” the leader growled, and Tyler did just that, unable to reply with the cock in his mouth. He had no intention to resist, rather using muscle memory to pleasure the lion’s penis and keeping himself stable for the leader to take his place in his ass. It was all a little too much, though Tyler did his best to wade through it despite the pain from his first time. In truth, he found himself wanting little more than to be a good bottom and wondering what it would be like to change beyond the irritating itching of fur growth.
It seemed he would not have to wait long as a pleasant warmth played over his arms, followed by a soreness reminiscent of a hard day’s work. The sensation was amplified tenfold over his arms, causing them to bulge nearly to the point of breaking the skin. Tyler held firm, feeling his stance strengthen as the muscle with his arms swelled sensually beyond anything his body could take. As the sensations started playing into his chest, stomach, and legs, Tyler was affirmed that it was only just the beginning of his change.
A sudden ache playing over his fingers made him gasp, almost letting the cock within his mouth slide out. Gripping the ground tightly, Tyler was a little shocked to feel the pointed tips of feral feline claws curve outward, digging into the dirt as they grew thicker in tandem with his widening hands. Tyler was barely aware of how large they were growing in relation to his upper arms, though the size of them certainly helped hold him up. His hands were becoming massive, with fur peppering the backs of them and the digits widening to support him. Had he the ability to focus further on their formation, Tyler might have delighted in pulling back his claws, enjoying the tingling of sheaths forming over them sensual on his own. The digits themselves were massive, a little shorter than what he was accustomed to but no less dexterous as their tips grew calloused. It was more difficult to feel the ground under them, a little disappointing but a worthy trade-off nonetheless for all he was about to receive.
That was hardly the only sensation to bombard him, Tyler doing his best to suppress a groan so as not to cease his oral efforts. The pain of penetration was becoming too much for him, especially as the lion cock in his bowels began to thrust, pulling back and raking his insides with sharp spines. They weren’t enough to pierce his rectal walls, though they pained the sensitive flesh, especially as the leader started to thrust faster, taking his pleasure from the changing man. As much as Tyler wanted to sexually pleasure the two males, it was almost beyond his ability to manage in tandem with the changes slowly encroaching over his body. He was able to hold onto himself through the process, though only just, feeling his body being taken and used and fucked beyond anything his humanity could fathom.
With the spreading muscle over him, Tyler was briefly thankful that his bowels seemed to expand just enough for him to better take the lion’s member within him. The skin within his rectum, too, seemed to firm up as well, or perhaps he was starting to get used to the pain. Either way, the rapid rubbing of spines against his inner walls was now more powerfully erotic than he was expecting, and Tyler felt his cock leaking, a thin trail of fluid touching the dirt and bringing him closer and closer to blessed release.
Yet, Tyler would soon be distracted by a strange ache in his spine, as though the bones within were separating. A protrusion soon rose from the skin, lancing outward rather rapidly with an infusion of muscles, tendons, and bone within. Tyler was almost startled when he felt it rubbing against the skin of the lion’s chest, covered with a furred tastle at the tip and sending a shiver through his spine from an appendage he’d never possessed. Stranger still was when it started to move of its own accord, twitching as though in a sign of his eagerness. Though with the twin penises fucking him, Tyler had little time to focus on his new growth, rubbing it against the leader’s chest as he arched it up to offer deeper penetration of his asshole.
“That’s it, good kitty…” the lion fucking his face purred, and Tyler felt himself glow at that, even through the pain in his jaw.
He was beginning to grow accustomed to it, even as the aches from his mouth translated into its forced growth into a muzzle. His extending jaw was just enough to dull the throbbing and allow him to better take his lover orally. The pressure in his jaw grew to a head as it creaked forward, hinges widening and taking more of the lion man’s cock with ease. It continued to push out, Tyler’s neck bulging with muscle to support its expansion and giving him a bite power to make most animals envious. With the added space, Tyler could feel his dentition starting to expand in their sockets, especially his canines, lengthening toward the bottom of his newly extended jaw. With his other teeth forming shearing edges, Tyler was careful to keep his tongue around his lion lord’s cock, not wanting to hurt him but needing to reposition it within his newly altered jaws.
Of all the changes in his mouth, it was the flattening of his tongue that had the most effect on his oral efforts. Its sandpaper-like texture was enough to resist the pain of the lion’s spines, and Tyler worked its wider edges around the lion’s member, eager to please him into orgasming down his throat a second time. The more his muzzle continued to grow, the more he was able to play his blackening lips down over its base and even into the lion’s sheath, having his hair tousled as a sign of praise. It served only to make Tyler suck harder, bringing the lion to his end and sealing his own leonine fate.
The tickling of hair growth over his chin and his face started to intensify, a prelude to how thick and luscious it would become. His own beard was expanding out into fur, lengthening up his sideburns and into new his mane. He could feel it itching fiercely, becoming thick, and bushy as the lion man continued to play with it. Yet, the strangest hair growth sensation was to come from the sides of his cheeks, just under his nose. The several dozen hairs there were stiff, twitching slightly in the cool evening air and making Tyler scrunch his nose in discomfort. They were surprisingly sensitive, and Tyler was able to see out of the corner of his eyes that he had a set of feline whiskers, almost as hard to get used to as his still-growing muzzle.
The spreading of change was soon to encompass his nose as the cartilage flattened it over his features, pushing it closer to the tops of his lips. Its flattened surface opened up on either side, and all at once Tyler was hit with a plethora of smells, things he had no way of knowing all around the camp. Hell, there was even a bizarre electric smell that for all he knew could have been emanating from the portal that brought him here. Yet, any such throughs were quickly removed by the miasma of male musk swirling in the air around him, making him almost dizzy from the stink. His still human cock throbbed wildly, needing to get off with an intensity that was almost maddening. Yet, he did his best to resist, knowing he required permission from his betters, and that he could not cum unless they were finished with him, and finally, truly, satisfied.
The itching of hair growth, while mostly subsiding over his body, became focused on his human hair, fully changing his shortcut hair into something befitting a beast. It was almost pleasurable over the itching to feel it growing down his neck, extending past his sideburns and cheeks, giving him a lovely white mane to match his body hair. Why he was becoming a white lion Tyler couldn’t say, but such morphs were not impossible, and not for lion men as well, it seemed.
“A short mane suits a needy fag like you,” the leader whispered huskily, and the words caused Tyler’s cock to burble up another drop of pre. The penis thrusting in his bowels felt exquisite to the point he figured he would be able to cum hands-free. “And that white fur fits your new place as well. Everyone will know who to fuck to get their rocks off, and their cum won’t stain your fur!” He declared, thrusting harder into Tyler’s rectum and making him moan against the discomfort.
Though the change was carrying steadily over his body, Tyler found himself a little surprised after this amount of time that neither lion fucking him had cum yet. It was as though they were waiting for him to change, to finish becoming one of them before gifting him their seed and cementing his place in the tribe. Tyler felt fine with that even though the steady build-up of pressure in his bowels made him close to cumming. Tyler wished only for his balls to be emptied and to release him from his torment! It turned him on beyond measure to be fucked, used, and have the lion’s cum in him, claiming him as their own while he finished his changes into one of their number.
The changes themselves seemed as though the cocks in his ass and mouth were pumping him full of leonine muscle. The definition in his chest and pecs was superb, making him wish to explore himself as the last bare patches were overcome with white fur. His thighs had bulked up as well, making it easier to stay on his hands and knees, supporting the weight of the two males fucking him rather comfortably. He didn’t think he would be able to get down on all fours and run like the hyena men he’d seen, but that was fine. And even with a smaller, twinky stature compared to the other members of his tribe, he would stand imposing over any hyenas, a beast of true power to be revered.
The ache in his feet went almost unnoticed, though as translucent nails grew from human beds and dug into the earth as were his front claws, he spared them a thought. They were to go much the way of his feral brethren, heels stretched back as calves reduced and the base of his feet widened. The ache on his feet against the ground was removed as thick pads swelled from toe tips and every inch that was not already peppered with fur. It was a little alarming to feel his toes starting to swell and shrink at the same time. They soon became stubs that were largely immobile though firm and likely sturdier for running across the plains as he longed to do.
Though his cock was erect all the while, it thus far retained its human shape and size, out of proportion for his new lion body. He longed to have it resemble the members invading his muzzle and ass, to cum from a feline phallus that matched his benefactors. And as warmth enveloped his cock, a former foreskin pulled downward to form the basis of a sheath, Tyler knew he was to get his wish. The sensation of his erection being tugged from the base was a little annoying, though it soon swelled to maintain its human position straight down toward the ground. His testicles, rather small compared with those of the lion men pounding him, were soon to expand, almost to the point of being painful in his sack. It quickly enlarged to accommodate them, covered with soft fur along with his sheath and groin.
But it was his cock to undergo the most drastic change, the tip becoming pointed as the head swelled slightly from a pleasant pressure within. Though he could not see it, the sensation of pre cum oozing down his member allowed him to judge its new shape and contours. He could almost perceive the individual spines forming as his warm fluid coated them, pooling within his sheath. With the intense swelling within his erectile tissue, Tyler was sure his cock was larger than it could have ever been as a human. If only he could touch himself, and experience his new maleness as he served his new tribe!
“Not until we claim you, slut,” the leader whispered huskily in his ear, something that his new, twitching ears picked up eagerly. He hadn’t even realized they’d changed, though the heavy breathing from the two males made them rotate in eagerness. He wanted nothing more than to hear every sound from his benefactors, knowing the moment they were about to cum and fill him with their seed.
“Yes…good kitty…make me cum…” The former bottom growled, and the familiar sensation of a cock throbbing intensely in his mouth made Tyler excited. He was already used to the flavor of pre-cum, and wanted desperately to take this male’s load once more. The lion held his mane tightly, face fucking Tyler to the point that he was once more pained. But this pain was a pleasure, and with an explosive roar his dom’s balls trembled and his cock shot a thick wad of cum down Tyler’s throat. Rather than the first time, however, he was ready for it, and Tyler swallowed greedily, glad to have pleasured his male in such a way.
Lost in pleasuring his first lion, Tyler barely had time to feel the second as his cock started to spasm within his bowels. Pulling his cock out of Tyler’s muzzle and getting some cum on his nose, the lion grinned eagerly, his other lover kissing him on the muzzle before prompting him to raise his tail. Mouth free, Tyler was left to pant, bracing himself against the intrusion to his ass as the leader fucked with aggression. Tyler was being used for these beast’s pleasure and nothing could leave more elated. Even the spasming of the lion’s spines in his ass was hardly felt under the onslaught of ecstasy to come.
The sensation of sperm buzzing through his ass was amazing, and Tyler wanted desperately to roar out his pride in taking his leader’s seed. Yet, the former bottom was not yet inclined to allow it, shoving his cock back in and leaving Tyler forced to moan through the wave of cum forced into his rectum, even leaking from his abused hole. Never before did any sexual acts feel so fulfilling, so all-consuming, and knowing he had taken such virile males became his entire world. They smelled amazing as well, their musk and masculinity accentuated by their cum, forever marking their identity in his nose.
And they were not the only ones to mark their stake in his use. Tyler hadn’t noticed, but several of the other lions had gathered around them, jerking their cocks at the sight of Tyler being taken and used. The scent of their pre-cum and growls of ecstasy were signs they were about to cum, and use Tyler’s prone lion body as the receptacle for their semen. Rather than be disgusted by the notion, Tyler welcomed it, longing to scent each male’s essence as they unloaded over him. The heady stench of cum filled his nose as ropes of semen sank into his fur, covering him in lion jism and leaving him basking in the glow of his new tribe.
What seemed like an eternity later, the words he’d been waiting for entered his ears, and Tyler could resist no longer. “What a good sub…now it’s time for your reward…time to cum…” the leader whispered, and all at once Tyler felt himself go without needing to touch himself. The leader’s cock was still in him, not enough to go again but enough to give him a modicum of prostate stimulation to force him over the edge. His release was exquisite, far better than anything in his human existence as all of his former seed was ejaculated, followed by a generous helping of lion cum. It seemed to carry on for some time, Tyler left a quivering mess before he finally collapsed, the strain too much for him to bear.
Eventually, the leader helped him up, and Tyler was left to look out at the eager expressions of the tribe, pleased to have him properly inducted as a member. “Yes, you’ll make a good addition to the tribe, I think. Welcome to the fold…Roho,” the leader said, and the new white lion went to correct him, confused by the name. And yet, the more he tried to focus on his former identity, the more his new name made sense, to the point he couldn’t even recall what it had been before. That was OK, his new name filling him with purpose and fitting for his new life.
Even though he had just cum, the twitching in his cock was a sign that he was not done yet. Be it a facet of the change, or his new leonine stamina, Roho felt he could go again with little effort. And even if his asshole ached, and his jaw throbbed from the force of being face fucked, Roho felt a feeling of emptiness. It was as though being fucked from both ends was the most fulfilling thing he had ever experienced. With the remaining males in his tribe lining up to take their turn using his body for their pleasure, it slowly dawned on Roho that maybe, just maybe, things would work out for the best…
******
It had been about a month since Roho had been taken into the alternate plane and had his life changed forever. Though as the days passed and he settled into the rhythm of his new life, Roho could find no fault in it, rather well suited for what this new existence brought him. A powerful, lusty body, a place in the hierarchy, albeit at the bottom, and a tribe of males to service over and over. If given the choice, Roho would not return to his humanity and was in fact starting to forget his past, as though fading like an old dream.
That was not the only way Roho was expected to serve the tribe, though sexually was his preference. He was also trained in the ways of a hunter, using his lean, powerful body to wield weapons for the hunt. Though intimidating at first, Roho found he had taken to archery rather quickly, the other members of the tribe impressed by his speed of draw and accuracy of his shot. His sling was the only thing he was permitted to wear, though such suited him rather well, all things considered. It was a little surprising to learn the tribe preferred the use of their ornate weapons rather than tooth and claw like their feral brethren. Roho found more civility in that and took pride in his archery skill, something the rest of the tribe soon deemed his primary role in the hunt.
True to their word, the tribe saw it fit to cement Roho’s place at the bottom of their hierarchy. Such did not always come with pleasant circumstances, given that it was to make up every aspect of his life. He was required to be the last one to choose in everything from sleeping arrangements to pieces of meat, something he lamented slightly. He was not even allowed to have a mate of his own, as did some of the males, though he wasn’t sure he wanted one, at least not in the near future. Everything was so new to him, and it was to be his lot in life as their bottom to be last in all things, at least until a new member of the tribe was inducted.
Not all aspects of this hierarchy were inherently unfavorable, especially when it came to sexual matters. He was required to have sex with any of the males who requested it, as many times as needed even when his own stamina was drained. The tribe sometimes made a game of how many times he could be fucked and used by each of the members before he eventually passed out. It was far more intense a sexual experience than he could have ever imagined, though even through the painful aspects, something within his psyche was pleased with his position. Never were the acts rape; even when exhausted beyond measure, Roho longed to sexually service the members of his tribe. It gave him great pride to do so, a purpose beyond anything his human existence could have provided. It was his duty to ensure all his males were relaxed and tended to so that they could hunt, patrol their territory, and maintain peaceful relationships with other tribes of animal people. If he wasn’t gay before, Roho certainly was now. And a sub to boot, unable to ever imagine wanting a new tribe member to take his place at the bottom. He simply loved servicing two or more males at once and shivering from each word of praise they showered him with.
As happy as he was with his new position, Roho was eager to learn as much about this new world as he could. Many different tribes of animal men came into contact with his own, most of whom were predatory in their own right. They never hunted or killed other animal men, the repercussions of which would surely lead to war, something they had not seen for many decades. Many of the animal men were once human, some rather recently, such as a brown wolf and a white and black husky that had been inducted into a canine tribe and had taken each other as mates. Roho longed to talk to them, though it wasn’t his place to ask, as much as he would have liked to swap stories about their periods of adjustment. Still, he paid as much attention as possible, learning bits and pieces where he could, when he was not being used as the tribe’s personal fuck toy.
One day, a familiar sight strode into their encampment, a hyena man though not one Roho had encountered before. He, too, was naked as were the rest of his tribe though he sported a band around his chest with two ornate daggers sheathed within, something Roho found himself admiring. Roho had been told that with more experience and proof of his worthiness, he would be granted a more decorative bow to match his new station. Still, it was surprising for him to come here, and alone, no less, as aggressive as his kin had been the first time Roho had met them.
Seeing his newest tribe mate’s confusion, the leader was quick to answer. “Though we often disagree with members of the hyena tribe, the need for arbitration is paramount. Moxy is their equivalent of a bottom, having been inducted only several months ago. He is…more amenable toward our tribe than most hyenas, and thus has been made an ambassador of sorts. We…trade favors with him for his services, as you might expect, and such transactions go a long way in keeping peace between our tribes. If you would spend an afternoon together, I’m sure it will be a worthwhile experience,” the leader suggested, and with that, Roho agreed, curious to talk with a former human so soon after their own change.
While feeling awkward at first, Moxy was quick to introduce himself, drawing Roho in for a detailed sniff. Smell was more important a factor in beast men interactions, and Roho was able to learn much from his new friend’s musk. How successful his hunts had been, how many members of their tribe had touched him in recent days, and, much to Roho’s delight, how many hyena men he had cum with. Of course, he knew all male beast men were gay, but at the prospect of another male that might wish to play, Roho felt his cock sliding out of his sheath. Was such fucking between tribes and species taboo? Or was that what the leader meant by ‘favors?’
Still, despite the whiff of lust wafting from the hyena’s form, he was more inclined to talk for the moment, something that Roho found himself eager to share in. “I was a photographer out on safari for a few weeks. Not my first rodeo but it was the first time I saw a hyena man. They wanted to kill me, of course. Their tribe was a little too large, though with my, shall we say, ‘admiration’ for their animal forms, they figured it would be a waste to kill me and they gave me the offer. I said yes eagerly. And I would never go back, even if I could.”
“Neither would I,” Roho responded, and there was truth in that. He had accepted his place and purpose the night he had changed. Although not everything was comfortable, he was certain that it was his lot in life to be here and one of the lion men.
“You know, it’s funny, but I guess back in my old life I was a bit of a furry. You know what those are, right?” Moxy asked, and Roho simply nodded. “I actually used to write stories about turning into powerful animal men, not that it’s any matter now. Imagine my shock when I realized it was possible! It’s been better than I could even imagine…” Moxy said with a faraway expression.
Roho couldn’t help but notice the hyena was sporting an erection, a rather impressive red cock sliding from his sheath. Sniffing the air, Roho felt his own feline erection coming to bear, wanting to investigate his new friend and hoping he felt the same way. “If we do, the rules of your tribe still apply. Even as an outsider, I have seniority over you and can make you service me. I won’t unless you want to, but…” Moxy started before Roho’s cock came to full erection, leaking at the thought. Even servicing the smaller hyena man was more of a turn-on than the twinky subby lion man could bear!
Yet, rather than push him to the ground to take his pleasure as the other lion men were prone to do, Moxy moved toward a rock outcropping, sitting down and raising his feet paws for Roho’s inspection. “Have you the pleasure of pleasing paws yet?” Moxy asked, to which Roho shook his head. Such kinks were new to him, having really only learned the subtleties of subservience from his new tribe. Despite his trepidation about trying something new, the certainty that such acts would please his new friend made him eager to make the attempt.
Timidly, Roho got down and reached out with a leonine tongue to play over the back of Moxy’s feet. With a rather strict grooming regiment, Roho was used to lapping at fur, both his own and his tribe mate’s. The taste and texture of the hyena’s fur were a little different, though Roho found it pleasant in its own right. He began eagerly licking up the back and sides of his new friend’s foot, a grin on the hyena’s face.
“Not bad, kitty. Good start. Now why don’t you really get in there?” Moxy suggested, really getting into his role in the way that Roho had come to love. Roho wasn’t sure if Moxy was subservient to his tribe as Roho was to his own, but he was at least a switch, something Roho appreciated.
Emboldened now, Roho allowed Moxy to lift his paw, and Roho breathed in the sweaty stink of them. The scent was a little more musky and sharper than he was used to, and Roho had never licked his own feet, lacking the flexibility to do so. But he was eager to try for the hyena, and carefully played his long flat tongue over the pads on the bottom, making the hyena shiver as he did so. It seemed that even the thicker skin of the hyena’s pads was sensitive to the lion’s barbs, and Moxy started getting into it, his erection at its peak as he stroked himself off, pre leaking onto Roho’s mane.
At such a sight, Roho could hardly resist the urge to touch himself as well, though was quickly chastised for it. “Focus all your attention on me, kitty. Your pleasure can come later,” Moxy whispered huskily, and Roho stopped himself, used to putting his pleasure second. It turned him on to do so, cock throbbing and leaking onto the ground as he worshiped the hyena’s feet, taking care to salivate over them as his rough tongue teased the flesh.
Roho soon found himself really getting into it, easily able to work his flexible tongue between each digit, teasing the sweaty, musky flesh and parting the fur to get at the skin. Moxy moaned all the while, loving the attention he was getting as this white lion serviced his feet. Roho was encouraged to lap with fervor, wide tongue able to nearly cover the entire bottom of his foot at once. Careful of the hyena’s blunt claws, Roho was able to switch between working his tongue lovingly between each digit and running it over the bottom of his foot, even squeezing it between the crevasses of his paw pads, making sure not an inch of the hyena’s flesh was spared. Roho was even insistent to reach for Moxy’s other foot, the hyena stroking off with intent as his fuck toy took the initiative.
With such attention played to his fetish for the first time since his change months ago, Moxy could not hold back. With an elated, bestial cry, Moxy came hard, cock sputtering ropes of cum and getting it into Roho’s mane. Roho hardly cared, however, used to both being marked and spending copious amounts of time grooming the cum from his mane. The scent of the hyena’s seed was different, distinctively not leonine but pleasant all the same. Perhaps he might consider pleasing some of his own males in such a way, excited that his first foray into paw play was an obvious success.
Roho was hardly done showing how much of a sub he was to his new friend, eager to make a good ambassador. Figuring all beast men had a similar amount of stamina, Roho got down on the dirt, raising his tail and exposing his pink lion pucker for Moxy’s use. He was careful to spread his ass cheeks though with the amount he had been fucked as of late, it was hardly needed. Moxy was thankful for the offering, moving down and taking a deep whiff of the lion’s scent. Though twinky for a lion man, Roho was still larger than the hyena and was somewhat turned on by that notion, the first time submitting to a smaller male powerfully erotic.
Naturally, Moxy took to the lion’s backside like a thirsty man to an oasis, sniffing and goosing and even licking the lion from balls to taint. Roho was thankful for the attention, something his other lion lovers skipped over in lieu of fucking him right away. Though the bestial fucking was a powerful attractant on its own, it was nice to be treated tenderly as well. He was being prepared and left to leak without the ability to touch himself, figuring Moxy’s command held true. It was the best way, not allowed to cum until he was ordered, and something Roho had taken mastery of from his experience.
Still, the horny hyena could only hold off for so long, and eventually, he worked his cock into Roho’s prepared backdoor. The lion man moaned, used to be taken by a decent-sized phallus but not quite one the circumference of this hyena’s. Still, it was a good ache, and Roho’s rectum soon relented, allowing the hyena to find his place and start his thrusts.
“That’s perfect…good kitty…no touching till I’m done…” Moxy hissed in that way Roho had come to love. He even had the thought to rub his cum into Roho’s mane, marking him with his musky scent. Rather than be disgusted, Roho cherished the gesture, not at all adverse to being owned by yet another male, this one closer to himself in terms of newness to this life.
Yet, there was one facet to this fuck that left Roho powerfully excited to the point he was willing to beg. “Knot me! Please! Like the needy fag I am!” Roho called out, having gazed with intent at the yeen’s member and spotting that unique anatomical feature. There were others, of course, like the baculum bone that made Moxy’s rod firmer within him than any lion could manage. Yet, there was something far more intimate with being taken in such a way, and Roho wanted more than anything to experience it in the moment!
“Are you sure, you little slut? It doesn’t seem like you’re worth my knot, kitten,” Moxy teased, though Roho was accustomed to such by now and was eager to play into it.
“Fuck me and knot me like the subby little slut I am!” Roho roared in a tone that would make most animals shake. But for a predatory male like Moxy, it was an incentive to give it his all, and with a wet pop, Roho’s anus relented, taking the knot inside of him and filling him in a way that defied his previous experience.
“Oh fuck I can’t…take it bitch! You needy slut!” Moxy called out as his knot sunk home and his balls quivered with release. It seemed like his cock had no resistance left as the pressure on his knot increased tenfold and he pumped copious quantities of sperm into Roho’s bowels. Something he was intimately familiar with, a pleasant warmth that made him certain he’d fulfilled his role. And that it was time for his own release once he had properly serviced his male…
“Cum for me kitty…cum like the good kitty you are…” Moxy moaned, obviously fatigued. It was of little importance. The words held true, and Roho roared out as his penis spasmed, cock pumping sperm onto the ground. Once more, the prostate pleasure was enough to bring him release without touching himself. It was a pleasure beyond his human understanding, yet one he had come to relish in his new leonine life.
The two stayed tied together for some time after that, what felt like a relaxing afternoon and evening of sex. In truth, it was only some fifteen minutes before the hyena’s bulb softened in his rectum and Moxy was able to pull out. Yet, without it, Roho felt empty, needy, having cum once but wanting it again. And if this hyena was able to give it to him…Roho reflected on what they had said earlier, truth in the sentiment brought forth in their carnal acts. Roho relished being a lion man, and had no desire to return to his humanity…