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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #1873599

You end up shrunken in the home of an anthro (can be a family)

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Chapter #4

Lion's Pride

    by: Unknown
You feel a great warmth surrounding your body as you awake from your sleep. You notice your bed feels unusually hard as your consciousness returns, but then you realize that it is also covered with dirt. You open your eyes to see what the hell was going on, and you instantly think you must still be asleep, because you aren’t in your bed at all.




Tall golden trees surround you, and the is nothing underneath you but dirt. But as you look up, you see that these trees have no branches or leaves. That’s because they aren’t trees at all, they’re grass. Somehow, you have shrunken greatly in size, like a grape left out in the sun. Judging by the height of the grass towering over you, you estimate yourself to be around two inches tall. Your sense of logic tells you this must be a dream, that’s the only explanation there could possibly be. But if this was a dream, why is it so hot? The heat from the sun blazing in the sky seemed real enough to make you sweat. The ground begins to tremble slightly as you hear the surrounding grass rustle as though something very large were moving through it.




A enormous shadow looms over you from behind. You are almost too scared to turn around to see what it is, until a blast of hot air hits you from behind, knocking you over onto your front. You immediately roll over onto your back, only to be staring into the face of a gigantic lion. It was apparently female due to its lack of a mane. It had golden fur covering its whole body, and a pink nose that continually blasted you with hot wind as it breathed. But there was something strange about the lioness. For one thing, it had long black hair in braids on top of its head like a human woman. It had hands instead of paws, with pads on the undersides and claws on the tips of each finger.




You can only sit there, paralyzed, half in awe, half in fear. The lioness leans forward, pressing her nose against you, inhaling your scent. She licks you once, her pink, rough tongue sliding over your body, tickling you with her taste buds. Fear grips you as she licks her lips a few times. You pray that this beast doesn’t decide to eat you. Finally, to your amazement, the lioness talks!





“What are you?” You can’t help but stutter in shock. “I-I-I-I’m a human.” The lioness tilted her head in curiosity as she picked you up by your shirt between two fingers and plops back onto her rump, sitting like a human would. “Are there anymore of you around here? Are you all so small?”




“Put me down and I’ll tell you.”




As she places you in her palm, you get a look at the rest of her body. She wasn’t like any other lion you had seen. She looked like a cross between a lion and human, an anthro, as you had heard such creatures called. Her torso was lean and sleek, perfect for running after prey. Her legs were shaped like a cat’s, slanted slightly backwards for powerful springs and running, with regular paws for feet. A pair of medium sized breasts sat high on her chest, big enough to give her a feminine figure, but small enough so as not to slow her down.




“To answer you questions, no, I have not seen any other humans around. I don’t even know how I got here. Also, we are not supposed to be this small. As far as I know, I’m dreaming all this, and will wake up any minute.” The lioness smiles. “I can tell you for a fact this is no dream. Since you’re far too small to make a meal for me, and I couldn’t just leave you out here to be stepped on, I’ll bring you back with me.”




“Back to where?”




“To the others of course!”




She stands up to her full height, and you can see that you were in the center of a vast savannah, stretching as far as the eye can see. “By the way, my name is Kisha.” “Josh.” You say as she places you on her shoulder and begins running like the wind. You are forced to hold onto her neck fur to keep yourself from falling off. Kisha may have been a lion, but she ran like a cheetah. At least the wind rushing past you helps cool you off after being in the sun all that time.




Finally, Kisha comes to a stop at the mouth of a cave. As she enters, you can make out a light at the far end of the tunnel. As you get closer, you see a group of about thirty lions spread across a large chamber of the cave with a blazing fire in the center. You notice that there were about twenty adults, all female, while the rest were cubs, with maybe three of them male.




One of the lionesses approaches Kisha, clearly the leader of the group. Her fur was a darker tan than the rest of the lions, and her body was more muscular. Her torso was covered in several visible scars, some of which looked fresh. She was missing half her left ear, as well as her right eye, which was shut due to a large scar slanting across it. Her one good eye was shadowed with black fur and glowed neon green.




“Did you find anything?” Her voice was gruff and commanding. Kisha shhok her head. “Only this.” She says as she plucks you from her shoulder and shows you to head lioness. “Dammit Kisha! You were supposed to bring back food for us! A gazelle, an antelope, a muskrat even! Instead you bring this…thing…that wouldn’t even make a mouthful!”



After chewing Kisha out for about ten minutes, the intimidating lioness went back to her spot in front of the fire. “Who was that?” You ask as Kisha sits down at the far end of the cave.




“That’s Zena, the head of the pride.”




“What’s her problem?”




“It was my turn to go hunting today, and I came back empty handed.”




“Aren’t lions supposed to be headed by a male?”




“We were. Zena’s mate was our leader, but he was old and sick. Eventually he died, and the few males we have are far too young to lead us, so Zena took over. I don’t think she likes you very much, so it might be best if you just stay away from her.”




“So what happens now?”




“Now….”

You have the following choices:

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1. "I'll be you new mommy!"

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2. "You'll be our slave."

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3. "I think you need a bath."

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