The photographer's face is a mask of fear as you loom over him, growling deep in your throat. He won't be afraid for long.
You walk off of the photographer, turning to face him as he stares, unable to believe his luck. Are you letting him go? Will he ever see his wife and kids again? (Well, he would think that if he had any. You don't know whether he does.) Yes and no. With one swipe of your massive paw, the man is flipped over face-down in the dust. Unsheathing your claws, you delicately rend his clothing into shreds, taking special care on his pants.
The man groans, partly in pain from the tiny, unavoidable scratches from your claws, and partly in fear of what's to come. He knows. Or thinks he does.
You push your muzzle between his clenched legs. A growl or two, and the man opens them wide. Humiliation is better than death. After a number of other nudges and growls, he raises himself to elbows and knees, his head coming up to meet the snarl of your mate. The message is crystal clear. You run, you die.
Your tremendous lioncock pulses in anticipation as you sniff the man's tight ass. Oh, this will be fun. You rear up, pressing the tip of your barbed cock to his hole, and suddenly push your cock forwards into the man's waiting body. You hump him frantically, your barbed member causing groans of mixed pain and pleasure.
The pain fades from the groan as the incautious photographer begins to change. Already his face is pushing out, his teeth enlarging into the meat-rending, bone-crushing fangs of a fully grown lion. His legs and arms shorten, becoming the powerful haunches of the species, and his own member, open to the air after your thourough shredding of his pants and briefs, pulses, enlarging, growing a sheath of it's own as it changes shape to match the leonine form. Thick fur sprouts all over his body, and as you finally cum, biting your mate in the lion's way, he roars with you, in the pure ecstacy of change and orgasm.
As you dismount your newest mate, you feel an abiding satisfaction. If you keep going at this rate, you'll soon have quite a harem. And on that note...
You wheel around, your leonine lovers trailing behind you. Isn't there a human village in that direction?