A new leader
“How did… What in the…?” The lioness looks at Bast for answers.
“It can talk?!” Squeals one of the sphinxes who quiets up the moment Bast shoots him a glare.
“Do not worry my child,” Bast retorts, placing a hand on the lioness’s shoulder. “These sphinxes were once humans who aimed to slaughter you and many other lions. So I have intervened to punish them accordingly. I have chosen you to lead their pride, if you choose to do so.”
You can’t help but notice that Bast regards this lion with more respect and tact than any human she has spoken with thus far. It’s probably favoritism, or maybe just a general disdain for humans in general. Either way you do feel perhaps a tad bit jealous of this preferential treatment she’s giving a random cat.
“But,” the lion responds, “only a male can lead a pride…”
Bast smirks, holding the lioness’s chin as a thick, luscious mane grows around her face. “That is just one of many things I am able to fix.”
The lioness smiles, feeling her new mane. Without another word she simply nods, taking this gracious Gift from bast with a grin on her face. Womanhood melts into manhood. Thick muscles ripple across the lion’s flesh, he grows taller and stronger and more dominant. He feels instincts of leadership course through him, this innate ability to make choices and command others. And he knows exactly who it is he shall command. His sphinxes, a group of lovely lionesses repaying for their sins. He’ll rehabilitate them, start families with them, make them into proper lions like the ones they once aimed to slaughter.
“Thank you Bast,” remarks the lion as he steps towards his uneasy pride. “I will treat them with grace and compassion, showing them more than they ever thought to show me.”
One of them flinches as he reaches down to pet her. Her worries to quickly fade as that sweet sensation of being pet washes over. A soft, eager purr escapes her throat as he closes her eyes, just loving the whole feeling. She doesn’t even hear her sisters berate her, she just feels his strong, gentle paws and feels safe.
“It is no problem my child, and if poachers ever threaten your new pride, well, I’ll be sure to protect you as best I can.” Bast smiles warmly as the two of you vanish from Africa, landing back on your couch with a soft thud.
Written by Kolaghan on 30 August 2018
