Fuck You
“Fuck you, you bald bastard.” You choose to cuss him out. What right does he have to do this to you? None. That's right. You were not in the wrong here. “Wait until my mother hears about this.” You remind him that your still underage, a teenager, but still not an adult by law. “Hell, wait until the media gets a hold of this!” When you got your phone back you would plaster this guys tent over every social media sight you could get your thumbs on.
“Are you in need of a lesson?” You through his words right back at him. Glaring him down, your heart pounded not in fear but in fight. You had this. Smoke? Illusion. Your body frozen. A drug. This guy was going down and you were going to lead that victory.
“Ha!” The bald man threw back his head in a large laugh. You watch his body shake as he laughed. It only made your blood boil in anger.
“What's so funny!” You demand to know.
“You,” his laughing stopped dead with his answer. His eyes looked you over with a slow intent, that made your skin crawl and your heart shiver. “You know what?”
“Wh-what?” You stumble but don't back down. Looking him in the eyes, you keep your fearless facade in hopes it'll somehow save you from this mad man.
“I think I'll keep you.” His hands waved around and the smoke started to move. Curling around you. Your eyes dart around, though your mouth was free, the rest of you was not.
“What are you doing!” You cry out, your voice pitching in fear.
“Changing you.” His voice clear, and his face with a broad smile across it. You watch it stunned until it merging into the smoke.
“Wait! What?” You cry out after the face, “What do you mean!”
“I mean, that no one will look for you.” His voice came from everywhere. “For you, the human boy will not existent.” Echoing from all around the enclosing black, his even thrall continued. “You will be mine. A lioness for all time.”
“What the -” You ready to curse him out, and demand answers. When the smoke stopped forming into the cloud around you. Instead, it tunnelled into a stream and rammed itself into your open mouth.
“Humph -” You can breathe through your nose, no you were forced to breathe through your nose. You can feel the black smoke fill your body. Take control over it. Coating your tongue. You felt it roll and flick without your consent. The smooth texture of it went, you felt the ripple of rough sand texture, as it struck the rough of your mouth.
“Ah!” You try to scream, pain ripping through your body. You feel the blood in your split and tear over your bare skin. Your eyes are still yours to control. You look down to see your clothes stripped and your naked flesh covered in rivers of your own blood.
“Eooow” You mouth cries with your head snapping back. Your dick bursting into a pit fiery pain, you feel every milometer of the skin, hair and ball. Get dragged back into your body. Whimpers fall from your open mouth. Your teeth splitting your bottom lip as you close. Gone were your flat, human teeth.
You didn't need to see. To your control your own body, to feel the sensation of your own fangs splicing your lips. Rolling your eyes back, your world turns dark. For one second you wish for it. Earn for the dark, but the black cloud won't let you. Fighting until your eyes also convulsed it pain. They rolled showing you, forcing you to watch. The blood coated skin turn to golden fur, where grass needed soil. Fur needed blood. Every inch soon was covered in a soft tawny texture, that you once admired in your neighbours cat.
“Gaw,” Your tongue moves making a sound you can't describe. Now it's your chests turn to burn. Eyes still under control of the cloud, you can only watch in fright as your chest starts to swell. Larger and larger your flat pecs roll up. Soft fur could not hide the growing mound of yours large breast. Delirious in pain, a part of you can't help but admire your soft chest. A size that would have turn not only your own head, but several other guys.
“Done.” The man's voice return and you drop to the floor. Tired, but feel of pain. You pant deep breaths, able to move yourself but without the will to do so. You glare at him from your prone position on the floor.
“What have you done to me?” You ask shutting your mouth shut with a click. When you hear your new, low, raspy, and clearly female voice.
“You are the best one yet.” His body formed and the black cloud vanished with its return. He leans over you, and you wince. Trying to move, you find your without the strength to do more than turn your head away. “I can't wait to see your cubs.” His hand pets your fur, rubbing it over your chest and down your body. The touch felt more violating than actions of a few movements ago.
“Cubs?” You head flips back, when his words reach you.
“Don't seem shock.” His voice cooed over you. “Once you adapt, and if you wish to survive — you will adapt.” Cold darkness washed over you with his gaze. A stark contraction to his kind voice.
“You will naturally form or join a pride, and breed.” You shiver with the hard reality he was offering you.
“My parents will find me.” You deny his words. His truth with your own truth. Your parents loved you, they would come and find you. He shook his head and leaned over and picked you up.
“Your parents don't remember you exist.” He moves you to the back of his tent. “No one does.” Then he drops you, sending you flying backwards into a hole. “Welcome to my animal park.” His words haunt you all the way down, leaving you with the biggest question.
Written by psto1464 on 19 May 2020
