Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
I typically write about werewolves when I dip into the nonhuman genre, but I thought I try my hand at a story about cats this time.
African mythology states that werelion are descended from African kings and queens. As such the normal characteristics of supernatural creatures don't apply to them. Though they can shift between lion and human at will, they live primarily in their lion except for a small group of them who live in their human in order to protect the pride.
In my made up tale there's a small pride consisting of eight females living as lions in the 608 square mile Mpanga Kipengere Wildlife Preserve in Tanzania.
The tension in my story occurs when two dominant male lions enter the lioness's territory and compete for the right to mate with them. One of the males is descended from the iconic werelion from the Serengeti named Lee-Boy, and the other one name Jeffrey is an actor from the Usungu Game Preserve.
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Chapter 1
Somewhere in the Mpanga kipengere Wildlife Preserve near the city of Rujewa.
The older lionesses giggled after sniffing the ground near the Boabab tree. "There's definitely two of them marking their territory, I think," said my mother.
"Do you agree Zahra?" she asked her sister.
My aunt Zahra put her nose to the ground and sniffed. "Mmm, yes, definitely two. And I really like this one," she said.
"So do I," agreed my mother. "In fact, he smells wonderful."
"Come ladies," my mother said to the rest of us. "See if you like him better than the other."
My mother's other sister and half sisters walked slowly to the spot underneath the tree.
"I like it," said aunt Constance
My other aunts said that they liked both male's scents about the same.
"Kanoni, Imani, come over here and smell this please," said my mother.
I'm Kanoni, Imani is my cousin. Me and her have recently become adults and we've been thinking about moving to Rujewa to live in our human with our half sister Corinne. Neither of us wanted to take part in this rite of passage for a lioness, but we hadn't told our mothers of our intention to give up the lion lifestyle, so we reluctantly went along. Imani looked at me and giggled before going to the spot and giving the ground a quick sniff. When she looked up I could see the embarrassment on her face.
"It's your turn now Kanoni," said aunt Zahra.
I looked at my mother for support. "C'mon hun," she said warmly. "And tell us what you think of it."
I glanced around and all of the lionesses had reassuring looks on their faces except for Imani, who was frowning "Ok," I said, then reluctantly strode to the spot and sniffed it. I waited a couple of seconds for something to happen. Suddenly my eyes went wide open as a lightning bolt surged through my body beginning inside my nose and ending in my clitoris. I didn't know what it was and it scared me.
"I think she likes him," said aunt Zahra. "I know I do." Then she laughed.
"Imani, I have a strange feeling in my pussy. Did you get one too?" I asked through our bond.
"Yes," she replied. "That's the feeling I've been telling you about."
"What are you two discussing?" my mother asked us. "Both of you are of age now. You can talk with me and your aunts about anything."
"Ok mommy," I said. "Its just that it's easier to say certain things to Imani."
"I know honey," said my mother. "But what you felt just now was natural. A male's scent is how you decide whether you want to mate with him or not.
And your scent is how a male knows that you're ready for him."
"I know that mommy," I said, as I began to feel more at ease. "I use to watch you and daddy sniff each other's pee before he got on top of you."
"You were supposed to be playing and not paying attention to us young lady," she said.
"We saw everything all of you did with him," said Imani, then she giggled.
"Well ok, good talk," said my mother, clearly intending to end the awkward conversation. "I'm ready for a nap. Maybe this delicious smelling man will find us by the time we wake up.
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Unbeknownst to us we'd already been found. There was a male lying on a ridge looking down at us, and another one watching from a rock pile on the opposite side of us. The males were aware of each other but they'd stayed in the territory they'd marked.
Neither of them approached us that day, as they were waiting for the other to make the first move and hopefully be rejected by us. That would be a lot easier and safer than fighting for us.
On the third day since we picked up their scent we'd come back to our favorite Boabab tree. I think my mother, aunt Zahra and aunt Constance were looking for fresh spray from the male we liked. We got something better. After we'd inhaled his arousing aroma we laid in the grass to dream about him.
I'd dozed off when the strong scent of male lion woke me up. I opened my eyes without raising my head and there he was sniffing the ground where we'd sprayed our scent. He was gorgeous with a golden mane around his face and the rest of it was black.