Ever so slowly the ebbing power of life crept through Jack as he began to straighten up. A groan of mental agony and the feeling as if he were a fool for some old hag.
Jack reached a hand forward in a effort to stand. His eyes went wide as the outstretched arm was not an arm at all! In fact the limb was more the foreleg of a beast. Jack stopped and starred at the outstretched part of some body that he was quite sure did not belong to him.
A noise to the rear of his position made him turn quickly to see a pair of boys looking at him. The thought raced across Jack's mind to lash out at the boys. He decided to shout and angry word to scare them away. Yet only to increase his dismay the sound he produced had nothing in common with the King's English. A loud scream of one angered Lion rolled out of Jack's mouth.
As two boys feld in terror Jack again looked upon his form. True enough the foreleg was definatly that of a male African Lion. Jack paused to lean across the park bench and scan his body with great yellow eyes.
Indeed the fact was known he stood hung over the park's bench a hairy male Lion. Hands were of course now broad paws! A dark brown shaggy mane hung about his neck and traveled down the abdomine to a loose fitting sheath and two loose hung balls.
A long boney tail that swung from side to side kept his balance over the park bench so very well. A look about proved to be possible as his clothes lay stroon in pieces. Now with nothing to wear and cover his thin maleness he sat shuddering of fear.
Then a sound, a whistle, a girl walking and whistling doing her excersize in the Park. Jack crept into the Honeysuckle bushes to wait the girls approach.
Closer she walked and he perched ready to strike. Then the moment came and she was directly below that branch he sat on. The leap for his delight and down on top of the girl's body he came with a thud.
In a second she was knocked out cold and lay on the path ready for his most beastial whim. Standing over her body the Lion reached his muzzel under her skirt and took a drag of her lush scent. As his thin but long tongue slipped under the waistband of the girls panties he began to lick at her slit.
A giggle and a laugh made jack look up to see a big gun looking back at him. "I think we caught our hard to find rapist from the Park!" said a voice belonging to a bright eyed policeman.
It took but a second and with one great slap of his paw the man hit the ground screaming. Blood flowed everywhere as the Lion returned to it's sexual prey. A terrified policeman watched from afar as that fluid tongue drew down the girl's panties and a barbed rod began it's
insertsion.
Jack sprawled over the girl in old fashion Missionary style sex. He pleased himself to the wildest delights a Lion might as the girl lay helpless on the grass.
A moan, maybe of pleasure or of fright, Jack cared not as he humped away. The eyes of the girl opened and her voice called to what little humanity he had left for him to use. "Oh please, oh please do it again!" she begged as the Lion withdrew.
Jack saw what he had just completed and stood on all fours appauled over the situation. His moral human mind drew courage and tried a valant fight to rid himself of beastial desires.
A bound off her and out into the bushes ran poor jack, scared of his shadow.