Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, comments and feedback on my submissions. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. I have always enjoyed my visits to the zoo. I hope you will enjoy visiting this one.
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"Pssst, hey Sylvie, it's me. Over here, behind the moat."
Sylvie Ryan stopped in her tracks as the familiar voice slipped into her mind. It sounded exactly like her boyfriend Donnie. How could that be? Donnie, or what was left of him, was lying in cold storage at the City Morgue. Sylvie had begged him not to race his new motorcycle on the twisting two lane roads outside of town, but he had ignored her and run headlong into a tree.
"Sylvie, hey babe, over here," came the voice once more, "look at me. I'm looking at you."
Sylvie looked about frantically, seeing no one except various animals in park-like settings, doing animal things. She had come to the Clear Lake City Zoo to get her mind off her dead boyfriend, now what was going on. No one was in sight that could have called to her, unless…? Her gaze fell on a huge male lion in a nearby enclosure, its blazing green eyes looking directly at her.
"Yeah, Sylvie, it's me," said the lion. Sylvie was puzzled. It wasn't actually speaking to her, its lips weren't moving and everyone knows lions can't talk. She may have not been the sharpest knife in the drawer by her own admission, but even she knew that. However, the voice was distinct in her head and it sure sounded like Donnie.
Her ample breasts jiggling in her tube top, Sylvie walked over and sat on the low wall adjoining the moat, folding her shapely bare legs under her. The lion continued to stalk forward, staring at her as if she was a prey item. It's gaze never wavered as it reached the edge of the moat, sat on its haunches and yawned hugely.
"How, how do I know you're Donnie?" Sylvie asked in a shaky voice.
A lion, I'm talkin' to a freakin' lion,
she thought as the words left her lips.
The lion licked a massive paw, "Ask me some questions, sugarpants," the voice replied.
Omigod
, Sylvie thought excitedly,
that was Donnie's pet name for me. No, this is crazy. This can't be Donnie. He's in a drawer in the morgue, still…
"Okay lion, er, Donnie. When's your birthday?" She looked in her small vinyl purse to double check the date.
"April 22, 1984," the lion replied, "Gimme a tough one."
Sylvie remembered something she had heard Donnie say about his motorcycle. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but she remembered it. "Um, how many cc's was your motorcycle engine?" she asked confidently.
The lion yawned again, its massive yellow fangs and long red tongue frightened Sylvie, but she was suddenly aroused as well.
What's happening to me?
She thought,
am I really being turned on by a lion?
"Another easy one," said the voice. "My cycle was a Kupasake Sport Speedster, 1352 cc's DOHC In-line four banger, any other questions?"
"You, you're Donnie," Sylvie said in wonderment. "How did you get in that lion suit?"
The voice chuckled, "This isn't a suit, sugarpants. I'm a real lion. This zoo is full of animals that used to be people. Those gorillas' two enclosures down used to be a banker and a nurse. The hyena across the way was a lawyer …You get the picture."
"Oh Donnie," Sylvie sniffled, accepting the premise without question. "What's it like being a lion? Do you get fleas like my mom's Yorkie? What do you do all day?"
The lion shook his mane violently, sending a cloud of dust into the air. "Pretty much, nothing," the voice replied tiredly. "Eat, sleep, walk around, roar and scare the kids that walk by, that's about it. Do you miss me, Sylvie?"
A tear trickled down Sylvie's cheek, "Yes I do Donnie, I miss you a lot."
Sylvie could hear the lion's rough purr from her seat on the enclosures wall. "What do you miss most about me Sylvie?" said the lion, raising up and stretching luxuriantly.
Sylvie thought furiously, her pretty face twisted in a deep frown. Donnie wasn't much of a conversationalist, all he liked to talk about was sports and his motorcycle. He never remembered her birthday or the day they met or when to pick her up to go to the movies or just about anything else when they were together.
What Donnie could do however, was fuck her for hours on end. His fingers, tongue and thick cock gave her massive orgasms that just about took off the top of her head. The sudden realization that it was the only reason she kept him as her boyfriend for the last two years brought tears to her eyes.
"I wasted two years of my life on you," she shouted at the lion. "I could have found someone who really cared about me instead of falling in love with your dick."
Sylvie's eyes widened as the lion sat back on its haunches, a massive erection sprouting between its hind legs. The size of the lion's penis mesmerized Sylvie.
Oh my gosh, it's huge,
she thought.
I wonder how it would feel…
Her eyes remained locked on the pulsing red shaft as the lion said, "There's a hole in the fence behind that bench over there. You'll fit through easily. C'mon in so we can play. I've really missed you Sylvie."
Sylvie shook her head, blonde curls quivering along her smooth bare shoulders. "Oh no, you'll eat me up, tear me to shreds. I'm not going to be an afternoon snack for some old lion."
The lion chuckled, "Oh is that all. However, I understand your concern. I am a bit scary, I'll admit. Is this any better?"
Sylvie gaped in wonderment as the lion arose on its back legs, its furry body blurring, shifting and changing. She gave a little shriek of surprise as the lion transformed into a human shape, its broad face dominated by fiery green eyes. Sylvie rubbed her eyes hard and looked again; it was still standing there, covered in dusty yellow fur. Its massive torso, bulging biceps and tree-trunk thighs looked like the wrestlers that Donnie watched on her father's plasma screen TV.
One thing that had not changed however was the size and length of its cock. It protruded red and proud from the creatures' crotch, throbbing and oozing pre-cum as it glistened in the sunlight. Suddenly, Sylvie was scrambling frantically through the hole in the fence, the Donnie voice guiding her as she walked down the narrow path used by the zookeepers until she found herself before a green metal door. It opened with a dull click and she walked into a dimly lit room, her sandaled feet crunching in the fresh straw that lay on the floor.
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"Donnie," she whispered, trembling with fear and passion. "Donnie, where are you…Yeeek!" The lion man appeared suddenly in the opening to the enclosure, muscles rippling, purring deep in its throat. It stepped forward and took Sylvie in its massive arms, kissing her roughly on the lips. "I've missed you, sugarpants," said a voice in her head, Donnie's voice. She returned the kiss eagerly, the creatures long, rough tongue circling in her mouth, wrapping sensuously around her own.