I smiled into his eyes and said, "I wish we could be somewhere a little more private...."
I barely said the words when the house shifted and all of us found ourselves out in the middle of no where. Grassland marked by a handful of large trees dotting the landscape as far as the eye could see. The hot sun beat down on all of us. We were unmistakably on the African sahara.
I didn't think much about it before my new mate started licking my neck sensually. I fell back into his arms for sex under the beating sun, and to the sounds of the same coming from the couples around us.
**
It was really the next day before we started to come out of the sex-crazed fog, but only barely. It didn't take long before I realized that none of the others really remembered anything about their lives before yesterday, at least not well. The longer that we spent like this, I feared, the less likely I was to be able to return everyone to normal.
I was formulating a way to get us all back to normal when a scent hit my nose: Zebra. the others caught it, too. In just a few seconds, that thought left my head and the other females and I were perked up and looking for the kill.
the five of us stalked through the grassland until we found the small heard of zebras. Fanning out around them, we surrounded one that looked older and slower, and then we sprang. Cutting it off from escape, we tried desperatly to run it down, but it was no use. We were only half lions, and the zebra was simply much faster than we were.
Panting, we got back to the males, who looked at us scornfully for our failure. In a fit of anger, I muttered, "I wish we were a real lion pride, then we'd be able to hunt!"
I didn't much care about the results of my careless words at that moment, I was flushed from the night of passion and the failed hunt. All I knew at that point was that we all fell forward onto our paws. Since prides are typically ruled over by only one male, all of the males, save for my mate from the night before, lost their manes and turned female again.
Still upset over the failed hunt and too hungry and tired to try again, I looked at one of my pridmates at random and turned her into a fat zebra. She barely had time to realize herself that she had changed before I sank my teeth into her forleg and snapped it in two. She fell to the ground and started thrashing as the rest of the pride dove in and began to eat her alive.