Story by Custos
(Original posting 24 July 2019 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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2. Lion: One of his Peers

Liam returns to the village of their tribe like a true victor of a battlefield, all the boys around his age running up to him as the lion boy wears the broadest grin. They lift up their friend on their shoulders and whisk him and his newfound pet away to the hunter’s lodge. Korgo follows the group of cheering young males with a sympathetic smile.

The lion tribe built their village up from large wooden logs and the bones of the huge feral mystical creatures that roam the plains of the savannah, being one of the only tribes aside from the impalas to actually use stone foundations to strengthen their buildings. In contrast to the impalas, though, instead of building on top of a mountain, the lion tribe looked for the shade and protecting comfort of a stone gorge. Their village is protected against the sun and intruders by very tall cliffs on all sides, the only exit from the gorge to one side whilst a refreshing stream of water springs from the rock formations on the other side.

Smack in the middle of it all is a very broad building with two stories which contains a nursery and school for orphans and otherwise, as well as the home of their warchief. The hunter’s lodge is a longhouse building hidden away almost at the very end of the gorge, the spring of water located next to it and sprouting soft green grass all throughout the length of the canyon. It’s the most fertile place inside the canyon, the pool of water deep and large enough for a group of lions to swim and bathe in.

Korgo walks calmly behind the enthusiastic young teenage cubs as they guide his son and his son’s newfound pet towards the longhouse, many grabby hands already finding their way in between both master and animal’s hind legs for some squeezing and heavy petting. Liam, being the hormonal young teenager that he is, of course pops a boner, which invokes some more heavy petting and laughter.

It is when he’s about to walk around the last corner of the rock formation in the valley towards the hunter’s lodge, that Korgo’s arm is suddenly grasped from behind:”What’s this? Isn’t my husband coming to get me to celebrate our little boy’s rite of manhood?”
The voice is all too familiar, the adult lion’s blood surging through his veins as his lips curl up in a smile. Korgo turns towards his lovely beautiful wife and instantly locks his lips with hers, silencing any further mock anger from her. Having been away the last few weeks with his son, the male’s body betrays his needs, as the feline’s humanoid penis plumps up instantly and rises up to give his wife’s lower belly a sticky kiss.

Losing track of their son, his friends and their surroundings, both mature lions stand there in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and softly grinding up into each other. When Korgo finally withdraws, slowly and with a smile, his eyes don’t lose contact with his wife’s.
“Gods, she is beautiful,” is the only thing that runs through his mind as his heartbeat increases. Her creamy light fur still as delicate as the day they wed, her exposed bosom slightly less perky but still very desirable. Her face still cute and beautiful, though her expression has grown more wise and motherly over the years.

Lina is only wearing a loincloth, lion tribe females not wearing much by default and completely nothing until they become of age, the small strip of leather decorated with stitched drawings and feathers. Korgo’s erection throbs as he regards his wife’s pert breasts, cupping one reverently with the palm of his hand as he squeezes the flesh gently. He cannot restrain himself after being away for a while, leaning his head down to enclose his lips around her swollen nipple, giving the darker nub a light bite and a strong suckle.

The lion woman gasps in semi-surprise, knowing that her husband can get frisky but to do it so openly where everyone can see them makes her blush. She’s not one to deny her loving Korgo much, though, so she just places her hand on top of her husband’s manes in a loving motherly fashion and allows him to suckle her tit for a little while. It’s only when her horny mate’s rigid leaking penis tries to sneak underneath her loincloth that she gives him a playful swat on the head and withdraws her bosom from his lips:”Korgo! You beast! You’ll have to wait until after the ceremony.”

Korgo’s tongue licks his chops as if he’s just tasted the most exquisite thing in the world, grinning goofily at his wife as he stands there holding her with his raging boner bouncing against her lower belly with each pulse of his heart:”A man’s flesh is weak compared to a woman’s resolve. Have mercy on me, my beauty!”
Lina chuckles and softly swats her husband’s mane once more before grasping his tail and tugging on it playfully as if it were a leash:”Well then, my handsome horny husband. Let’s witness one of the most important days of our son’s life and then retreat to our bed.”

The adult lion grins and walks with his wife towards the entrance of the large building that is the hunter’s lodge, the male’s erection not going down immediately which evokes some chuckles from the small crowd around them as the sensitive flesh drags alongside the bodies they’re trying to pass on their way inside. In the middle of the lodge is a stone altar of sorts set up, a platform big enough to have a few furs standing on it, and spread all around the walls are wooden cots filled with dried hay and hides to serve as beds for all the hunters in the tribe. All hunters sleep together with their pets in the same bed, in the same room with all their fellow hunters, procuring a very tight group with nothing to hide from each other. If a hunter is feeling frisky with their pet, they just go at it whilst the others can watch or engage in their own play if they want. If someone gets ill, they’re cared for by the others as well, and so on.

Liam is nowhere to be found as the gathering of hunters and his parents make themselves comfortable, which is expected as the young lion’s friends have probably taken him to the watering hole to be washed up. The weeks of grime and dust need to be thoroughly removed before the cub can ascend properly into adulthood with a symbolic clean slate. Korgo can’t help himself but press up into his wife and fondle her bosom a little more, snuggling his muzzle into her neck and cheek as he acts like a teenager in love. Lina giggles and pushes him away every now and then, her soul equally on fire and as playful as her husband’s, but with much more restraint and resolve which marks her her husband’s superior in that particular field. She lovingly takes hold of her husband’s throbbing penis with one hand, giving Korgo’s member a few gentle squeezes every now and then which seems to quell the need in the male lion’s loins for now. Korgo rests his head on top of Lina’s head and pulls her into a sideway embrace, purring emanating from both felines as their souls feel complete after weeks of being apart.

It doesn’t take long before their son is ushered into the large hunter’s lodge and onto the stone altar with his prairie warhound companion. The feral beast looks a little bit uneasy but the savannah spirit that bound his soul together with Liam’s offers the two a link of trust and communication without the need of any spoken words. The dog knows through Liam what is happening and that he does not need to be afraid. Both Liam and the feral beast look replenished and handsome, both males completely cleansed of all muck and now covered in blue fertility symbols drawn with very rare and exotic blue paint. The shaman, the only white lion in the tribe, stands at Liam’s side and smiles at the boy as they chat a little, the older male probably calming the young teenager’s nerves.

Korgo feels his chest swell in pride as he observes the two talking to each other. Just a few weeks ago his son had approached him with the news that he’s had his first wetness, the young lion cub pointing out the sticky smears on his abdomen and his bed linens for his father to observe. Korgo had knelt down and drawn back the foreskin on his son’s penis, his nostrils flaring as he could detect the manly scent of semen. The sense of love and pride that had filled his heart cannot be described still to this day, the adult male lion embracing his boy in his arms, hugging his own flesh and blood to his body as he felt the strong muscles underneath the boy’s maturing and increasingly more solid frame. Flashes ranging from Liam’s birth up until that moment ran through Korgo’s mind, a manly tear of joy shedding from the corner of his eye. His boy was becoming a man. A strong, beautiful and good man.

He had immediately taken Liam to see the tribe’s shaman, Kodjo, feeling on top of the world as he gleefully observed the demonstration Liam had to give to the mature white lion. The boy had been shy at first, but was soon masturbating furiously in the shaman’s hut, the air dense with mind-enhancing incense and the scent of manly virility as the teenager of twelve to thirteen summers old gyrated his hips sensually with his erect penis in hand. Liam had been touching the palm of his free hand all over his own chest and body, as if exploring himself for the first time, his eyes remained mostly closed as he made love to himself but sometimes opened to look for approval from both older males. Korgo and Kodjo’s warm and encouraging smiles were approval enough on their own, but their beautiful and erect penises standing at salute for the young boy’s vivacious performance removed any doubt and uncertainty. Finally, Liam cried out as he gripped his throbbing boy penis with both hands, closing his eyes as he uttered a youthful roar and a few spurts of watery boy semen launched far through the air.

Korgo and Kodjo had been standing close-by, pleasant tingles rippling up the father’s spine as he felt one of his son’s first emissions splatter against his manly sac, the origin of where his boy’s own life started so many summers ago. The shaman had nodded approvingly, massaging the few drops of watery semen that had hit his loins too into his own fur and skin. The spiritual man had drawn the red hunting symbols onto both father and son’s bodies that day, the paint extremely resistant against the elements and it would endure for weeks to come, time enough to start and complete the young boy’s hunt.

The pleasant memories drift through Korgo’s mind as he nuzzles his wife’s head, when suddenly the white lion calls for silence. All eyes are once again on the altar, Kodjo gesturing for some of the men to close the doors as he lights a few sticks of incense as large as poles at the corners of the platform. Within seconds the smoke seems to spread throughout the entire lodge, the scent sweet and entrancing. The white lion shaman raises his hands in the air for a moment and then gestures for Liam to come forward, the young boy’s flaccid penis and sac jiggling with each step:”Men and women. Friends. Family. We have gathered here today to welcome one of us anew into our midst. From birth wrapped in innocence and now coming forth, shedding his childhood like a butterfly frees itself from its cocoon. We lose a cub forever to the sands of time, and we gain a strong new warrior to strengthen the bond of our tribe. After this ceremony, Liam, son of Korgo and Lina, will forever be considered a man in the eyes of his peers.”

There is some cheering and happy rumouring amongst the small crowd, Korgo and Lina tenderly looking into each other’s eyes before turning their attention back to shaman Kodjo and their son. The white lion receives an ornately decorated pipe from his apprentice and seemingly out of thin air suddenly lights it with a flash of flames from the palm of his hand. A few surprised and excited gasps go through the gathered lions, shaman Kodjo smiling as he brings the pipe to his lips and visibly inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a second. When he draws back, the white lion tilts his head towards the ceiling and a cloud of blueish purple smoke is blown into the subtle incense mist. The adult male then hands the pipe over to Liam, smiling as the young teenager brings it to his lips and inhales deeply. Immediately Liam starts coughing, the small crowd laughing as smoke is vented out of the cub’s nostrils and mouth in short bursts. The colour of his exhaled smoke is reddish purple in hue, different from the shaman’s.

Shaman Kodjo smiles sympathetically and moves to stand behind the boy, his large penis already semi-erect and his hefty sac impressive as they bounce with each step. The white lion’s strong arms reach around Liam’s and help guide the pipe back to the boy’s lips, the adult’s hands then pressing on both the cub’s stomach and chest strategically as Kodjo instructs him how to inhale. The process is a lot smoother now, Liam’s eyes almost falling shut as he suddenly seems extremely drowsy. The reddish purple smoke now properly vacates through the teenage cub’s nostrils and the shaman pats the boy’s chest and shoulder approvingly before moving Liam to the centre of the altar. The pipe is taken away again and the prairie warhound that is to become mated to Liam for life is also guided forward, the lion boy pushed down to kneel in front of his new companion.

- “As long as the time may be you will spend together in this life, you will endure and support each other through better and worse days. You will join and live with your brothers and sisters here at the hunter’s lodge, and grow old together for as long as your natural life allows. Should one perish before the other, grant each other the gift and understanding of finding love anew, and wait patiently in the fields of our ancestors for the other to arrive.”
The white lion kneels next to the boy and the feral animal, both of them kneeling and sitting respectively in front of each other and staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Shaman Kodjo gently moves their faces closer to each other until finally their noses and lips meet. He whispers huskily, soft enough for only Liam and the warhound to hear as he murmurs:”Open your minds. Seal your marriage with a union of love and flesh. You will learn to communicate flawlessly and learn each other’s names. Share those names, as you climax. Share your most intimate secrets with the tribe, bare yourselves to us and be humble and vulnerable. Feel supported as no judgement will befall you, you are loved. You are loved.”

Finally, shaman Kodjo stands up and takes a few steps back. It’s deathly silent inside the hunter’s lodge as all eyes are on Liam and the prairie warhound. A sigh, somehow audible to everyone in the room, escapes Liam’s lips as the boy closes his eyes and surrenders his body and mind to the entrancing vapours. He feels light as a feather and in a way he cannot explain, he feels embraced by every person present, as if he’s hugging all of them in close contact, their heat and bodies pressed into him and sharing his love and lust.

Liam’s tongue darts out and licks over the warhound’s lips, the slimy pink organ a large contrast against the beast’s black lips. With his eyes still closed, the twelve to thirteen summers old boy leans forward and starts licking and kissing his feral companion with more and more passion. His affection is not unanswered, as the warhound’s tongue suddenly darts out too, tasting the lion cub’s lips and flavour. Liam’s hand reaches forward and lovingly holds the back of the warhound’s neck, pressing their lips and tongues closer into each other as the boy’s other hand explores his companion’s chest and belly. Their tokens of affection grow increasingly more lustful as Liam’s fingers bump into the feral’s nipples and then into the hot moist tip of the prairie warhound’s dog cock sticking out of the sheath, giving the slimy organ a few needy squeezes. The lion cub’s own penis has stiffened up completely for everyone to behold, the two lovers in full view on top of the stone altar as Liam finally releases the intimate french kiss and dives down underneath the animal’s stomach.

Gasps of excitement are uttered by the crowd as the twelve to thirteen summers old teenager encloses the throbbing red flesh of the warhound’s dog cock with his lips, applying a strong suction that makes the beast howl out in pleasure. Several of Liam’s friends cheer now as they observe their buddy going wild, sucking the prairie warhound’s cock with lustful vigour. Almost everyone in the crowd is fondling either themselves, each other or their pets, the air dense with mind-enhancing smoke and thick with sexual tension as the young cub transitions into a man right in front of their eyes. Korgo can’t help his urges any longer, leaning down to suckle at his wife’s breast once more as she utters a lustful moan and squeezes her husband’s penis tightly. The proud father’s eyes don’t leave the sight of his son for a second, though, his penis throbbing in Lina’s hand in rhythm with the developments on the altar.

Liam is now lying on his back underneath the warhound, one hand firmly planted on the muscular dog’s buttocks and the other around the slowly swelling knot in the feral beast’s penis as the cub’s lips hungrily suckle the slippery rod. The warhound does not remain idle as he too has lowered his muzzle into the twelve to thirteen summers old boy’s crotch and laps vigorously at the teen’s pubes and balls, occasionally sliding the warm slimy organ over length of the cub’s penis. The feral warhound becomes more insistent with his licking, Liam utters a surprised mumble around the cock he’s suckling when the beast pushes his snout between the young teenager’s legs and starts lapping at the tight pucker in between. 

The beast’s penis is released from the cub’s suckling lips, Liam moaning out as he now lies on his back on the altar for everyone to observe, youthful penis throbbing and leaking pre-cum on his lower tummy as the prairie warhound has his snout pushed deeply between the boy’s buttocks. The white lion shaman, only dressed with colourful feathers and beads in his mane and some leather straps around his arms and legs, crouches down next to the boy and gently helps him reposition himself until Liam is now kneeling on all fours. The young boy moans out as he reaches down with one hand to stimulate himself, his beastly companion still digging his wet nose and warm tongue deeply in between the cub’s buttocks when suddenly the warhound withdraws.

In the blink of an eye, the feral animal jumps up on Liam’s back and thrusts his hips forwards, their union sealed before the twelve to thirteen summers old lion boy could even react. A row of cheers goes through the crowd, Liam’s mouth puckered in an ‘o’ shape as he only manages to lowly moan out, his arms buckling under the pressure on his back as the boy’s upper body falls to the stone altar surface. The prairie warhound immediately starts hunching into his soon-to-be partner for life, the beast’s impressively hefty sac bouncing back and forth in full view of most of the audience as it slaps wetly against Liam’s own youthful balls. The air is filled with the sound of sex, the rumouring amongst the small crowd, and the deep lustful panting and moaning from both feral and boy.

Shaman Kodjo takes hold of the pipe again and approaches Liam’s front, crouching down until the white lion male’s impressive erection and sac dangle in front of the boy’s face. He lowers the pipe to Liam’s mouth with a sympathetic smile, the lion boy eagerly lurking his lips around it as he inhales deeply. When the cloud of smoke is exhaled and blown all over the shaman’s groin, the colour of its hue has noticeably changed from reddish to more blueish purple, indicating the boy is truly transitioning into adulthood. Again cheers erupt from the crowd, the small gathering masturbating and fondling each other in celebration as they observe the ritual.

Liam ogles the shaman’s penis with lust, his eyes turning upwards as he naughtily darts out his tongue to place a quick lick over the leaking mushroom head of the adult male. Shaman Kodjo chuckles and smiles down sympathetically, allowing Liam to lap and suckle for a few moments more to enjoy the white lion’s manly taste and scent, before he places the pipe at the boy’s lips once more. Again Liam deeply inhales and exhales, the colour of the smoke now even more blueish than before as the prairie warhound snarls in his impending orgasm. The beastly penis slams rapidly in the boy’s backside, the tight anal ring stretching with each inward thrust as the animal’s knot slaps wetly against the last resisting bastion of Liam’s soul and body.

The twelve to thirteen summers old cub’s eyes roll back in his skull for a moment, before focusing again and searching the crowd for his parents. The whole world is woozy and enveloped in mist, he sees the people but can barely discern their features. Then he finds them, his mom and dad standing not too far away as their eyes are upon him, both looking so proud and loving of their son. Liam smiles weakly, still moaning and having to muster a lot of effort not to surrender his eyes to the lusty haze as well. Part of him wants to give in so badly, but the stronger part of him wants to look at his mom and dad as he becomes a man, wanting to feel their approval as he leaves his childhood behind. Then, as if in a dream, the few people standing in front of his parents seem to vanish, the cub’s view of them now unobstructed.

Liam can see his father’s erection in his mother’s hand, proud and big and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum as it makes his fathers balls and shaft glisten. Suddenly, his father’s beautiful and erect penis is right in front of him, the adult male masturbating himself for his son’s pleasure as he can feel his mother’s firm bosom press against his face as she seems to embrace him. His lips find her dark nipple and starts to eagerly suckle at her teat as if he were still her baby. Rich creamy flavour invades his mouth, tears welling up from the corners of Liam’s eyes as he feels so loved by his parents, their presence and support during this important moment of his life overwhelming him with joy. He can see his father’s hefty balls bounce up and down in their sac as the male masturbates himself for his son, Liam’s tongue darting out in between circling his mother’s firm teat as if beckoning his dad to approach. His wish is granted, as the following moment his father’s shiny pink cock head is pressed to his lips, Liam’s mouth opening to suckle on both breast and penis at the same time as he now tastes the sweet and strong flavour from both his mom and dad combined.

The cub can feel an overwhelming sensation of pleasure coming, as if standing at the beach before a tsunami would crash down upon him and sweep him away. Not from his parent’s organs in his mouth as one would suspect, but from the pummelling cock deep within his backside, the fleshy invader swelling even further as the thrusts grow increasingly urgent. His mother’s breast and his father’s penis remain securely in Liam’s mouth, as if providing a steady supporting anchor so the tsunami doesn’t sweep their son away, the urge to cry out increasing in the cub’s chest until no force in this life or the next could stop the violence of what is to come:“Mooorn!”

The name ‘Morn’ is unleashed upon the small gathering in a suddenly much deeper and more manly roar from Liam’s mouth, the cry of a truly fearsome male. At the same time the prairie warhound throws his head back into his neck and cries out to the ceiling as well, the bark of an equally fearsome predator:”Liam!”
It never ceases to amaze how the spiritual binding of both souls allows for that once brief word to be uttered by a feral beast, both lovers confirming their bond to each other as they become mated for life.

Quickly, their orgasms wither like snow before the sun, the bliss that remains warming their hearts and bodies as both lion male and feral warhound pant in close union. Shaman Kodjo is barely able to convince Liam to draw again from the pipe, the exhausted boy exhaling a fully blueish purple smoke this time to the cheering of the crowd. One by one, every attending lion and pet comes up to Liam and Morn, as the name of the warhound turns out to be, congratulating the newly mated couple and wishing them well whilst they’re still tied to each other. Liam smiles meekly, feeling the throbbing sensation in his butt pulse with every beat of Morn’s heart, accepting the many kisses and hugs he’s receiving with a loud purring rumbling from his chest.

Finally, his parents appear in front of the boy, Liam almost crying out in joy as he’s hugged tightly by his mom and dad. As both the parents reach up to hug their new feral son-in-law, Liam suddenly latches on to both his mom’s breast and his dad’s penis, keeping the two locked between his lips as he suckles. Lina and Korgo are surprised but don’t object, allowing their son to nurse on them both for as long as the young teen needs. When Liam finally withdraws, he feels a little embarrassed and quickly explains the vision he had just before he became a man to the delight of his parents. Under shaman Kodjo’s guidance, Korgo lovingly takes hold of his son’s somehow heavier sac as he loosely binds the blue linen strap between the handsome manly balls and perineum. The father can’t help himself, his fingers venturing out to touch the unison between his son-in-law’s beastly cock and his own son’s anus, curiously and somewhat lustfully exploring the passionate docking. He chuckles, as does Liam, when his fatherly hand gently draws back his son’s foreskin and Korgo brings his face close to taste his son’s essence, the youthful semen flavoured like sweet nectar to him.

The small gathering becomes increasingly more lustful as all the other hunters and pets have become enamoured by the rite full of lust and love, shaman Kodjo smiling as he packs up his things and guides both parents out of the lodge along with his apprentice, leaving Liam behind to become better acquainted with the hunter life style. They chat for a little while, the shaman offering the parents guidance and support should they feel the need for it now that their son has moved out, which both Lina and Korgo gratefully accept. The three males are still semi-erect, giving each other a friendly tug and fondle as they say goodbye to each other, Lina receiving a very intimate hug from both shaman Kodjo and his apprentice as well.

When Korgo and Lina arrive back home, they can’t help but feel as if they lost something. A chapter in their life and that of their son is over. Surprisingly, it is Korgo who sniffles as he looks onto the empty cot of his son, Lina quickly embracing her husband from the back as she presses her soft bosom and body into him, “Don’t weep, my sweet husband. Liam’s not gone. He just moved out and started his own life like we did at his age.”
Korgo wipes away the moistness from the corner of his eyes, coughing away the sentimentality as he turns around and smiles, embracing his beautiful wife back:”I know, it’s just… I’ll miss our little boy, my sweet. He’s a man now, and I have nothing more to teach him.”
Lina kisses her husband’s lips, giving him a reassuring smile:”He’ll always be our little boy, and I’m certain he’ll still come to you for advice, my love.”
Korgo looks deeply into his wife’s beautiful eyes, unable to not smile broadly. Their faces draw to each other and their lips meet for a loving kiss, their souls comforting each other with everlasting love in their tight embrace.