Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One – Shots from the Vault of Sladin –
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This is a retelling parody – style of Aesop's Androcles told in the Saint Jerome setting to place it in a more modern feel. And THEN I may have it done the other way, we'll see. Dick is a red cross doctor in another country and Slade is or was a soldier from the states who's for a hundred more years been cursed to live as a red lion with one eye shot out, (immortal beast) until he understands gratitude to all living things. Thing is, he's a proud bastard so what happens when he wanders into Richard's clinic in the heart of an African setting? It has to be steamy, but he can's "speak." Even since he was once human as a man and had a hunter's intent, he'll have his prey beg for his forgiveness instead. And he's delusional and believes himself king of the forest because he can't leave it.
Let's make this intense again, shall we?
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Oh, My Saint Jerome!
During one of the world wars, a soldier stood in the brush and had one plan to kill the enemy and get back to his platoon as soon as the coast was clear. Having not understood what was ok to eat and murder in the jungles of a country he hardly took the slightest of interest in, the man butchered his way to the base. Birds of great beauty, tamarins and chimps and snakes with glittering hides, had died gruesome deaths, for he had snapped their necks and chewed on their bones like some rogue beast. He'd gotten very lost now, and stuck to surviving, so a kill was a kill to the rouge hunter turned murderer in many nights lost in the jungle.
One afternoon, just before a great rain was to befall the maze of the jungle, the hunter spotted just before it a lion with the smoothest coat, as it drank by a large gnarled tree in the center of the outside safari.
'Oh,.' he thought boastfully. 'That would look pretty great mounted on my wall.'
Now a hunter as in his days at home with his wife and eldest child, the soldier went belly to the ground and planned to kill the proud beast as he too hungered for what it could provide of his status.
The lion looked unfazed by the hunter in the grass, the gun pointed as a sniper, just as it attempted to drink from the watering hole below the low, strangely shaped tree….
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The lion was hit or had almost been, had a gust of strong wind not whipped the already angry soldier sideways.
~ How dare you harm this brother of the land! You, creature of ill will! ~ The wind did not howl, yet the tree itself had allowed for the hunter on his belly to see an old blind soothsayer transparently THROUGH the tree's gnarled base as it went to tend to its ally, the lion.
~ You have no respect for the cycle of life to all living creatures, what I would wish of you is not to question – I instead, curse thee!! ~
Yelping, the hunter shouted for help, yet no one heard him.
Right there in the brush, he was changing, his angry yell now a vocal rawl.
His eyes feeling fire as he was forced to want to wrench one out, to relieve the pain.
His pale skin and back arched uncomfortably, as he then was to his knees – no, to all…four paws!
~ Live as a lion and only then, only until you know gratitude in all forms may you return to your body. ~
The soothsayer and the silky lion vanished while only there by the water, stood this lion as he peered at his own reflection, and ROARED.
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Years later, the relief efforts in Africa had increased to helping those gain access to modern medicine.
The country was a growing nation no less, and one such doctor, Richard, had signed up to help with the relief efforts in the safaris of those struggling through a civil war partly being held in, the jungles.
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Now, the hunter was in fact still alive. This was a curse, and he'd never die in his body until it had been lifted. Yet as a lion, he was far too proud, and would dominate the other animals as he had in his form as a man wanting to survive. He would mount female lionesses, yet find no thrill in that, so his last resort to relieve his sexual frustration was to experiment…and he saw a human he wanted to try out now that the curse had truly driven him to madness.
A young doctor with striking blue eyes and a loathsome grin across his face, dark hair and his brow not once coated with the sweat and stink of this heated atmosphere.
Well, the soldier in him disagreed and believed the man in his white coat was prudish to such a thing, while the hunter wanted to see him sweat and lick it off the poor man's body.
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"Doctor! We have more soldiers that the army hurt very badly. You must come quickly," A doctor with his origins routed to this beautiful and wild land was glad to see this astute American with such a tolerance to the other's home. He smiled and got up, face changing to one without feeling as the older doctor nodded and the two men got to work in bandaging or stitching up more refugees and militia soldiers inside the many tents.
The young American patted the hurt soldier's wrist, while the elder did for readying to put stitches in the hurt man's torso. The American doctor wanted to travel like this again, and help others as he had for many a time, even as the sun had begun to set over the horizon.
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The lion in the grasslands crept close to the red cross tent as his hunger could not be abated by these two men in silly white frocks. He decided to wait until nightfall as he dashed up and SNAPPED the neck of the guards who had been paid to keep watch, before slipping noiselessly inside the first tent with his red hairs bristling.
He'd now had to deal with a partial blindness, yet for the love of all, he'd not expected to fall into a scalpal that was laid carelessly by his four feet as the front one paw was stubbornly stabbed into, waking the residents in the tent so greatly that their screams echoed to wake the youngest doctor. The American jolted up, but he recalled a problem; the other male doctor had gone out to the next village to gather more supplies and would not be back until tomorrow morning.
He hopped from his army bed and ran into the tent with his many patients, stricken by the sight of blood droplets upon the dirt floor.
"Who is injured, here??" He called out to the ones still awake and with levels heads. The one who pointed as the American heard it too – in the medical tent he said it was a great sight. A lion with one eye and red fur, riling up as something had hurt it. Like a bear in a garbage can cut by a can of tuna and its sharp lid.
The lion riled in pain and roared out to any that dared come near.
~ Stay back!~ it commanded in its own language once it had been found by the young doctor.
The American could not understand such a voice, so he only knew to stay very calm and to used his own words, which the soldier still knew to a point.
"It's ok big guy….oh, let me remove that. Did you hurt yourself?"
"Sir! You cannot go near that lion!" A sane man on a crutch warned the doctor who shook his head and had that loathsome grin which drove the wild lion's rioting to simmer.
"See?" The doctor grinned, not an ounce of sweat across his brow. "He can be understood my friend, but I will take your word –
"He is a devil lion." The hurt man huffed. "You will be dragged into the forest if you attempt to consort with such a creature, even if you try to pity it. He's wandered into your tend to feed, so we are leaving if you do not come back. I won't see that beast attack the good people of our village. Good luck to you, doctor.'"
With that, the lion sat and had an idea, for he was so eagerly frustrated and that grin made his heart weep so for someone to take to his bed in the reeds.
He lifted his paw, recalling an old story he had read about a similar scenario, and showed the good doctor his bloody dark pads with a small whine. At first, the doctor got to his own knees and scooted closer, very reluctant to be batted by such large claws. Yet, the lion put on such a performance that the American took pity, easing out his arm and grasping the scalpal to tug it free with a slick sound. Tossing it away, the doctor sighed and chuckled as the lion came not closer to thank him, but to taste his younger flesh properly by tenderizing it for the first time…
"Oh, that tickles!" Giggled his pretty bird as the lion came onto its haunches, pinning the man down and continuing to groom him as he would his own cubs.
For he possibly had many, having mounted dozens of females for hundreds of years. The doctor tried to gently lift the lion from him as he was soon forced to be flipped to his belly, his back well exposed as the lion licked at his collar and used his teeth to nip at the lab coat to try and remove the ugly thing. Reminding him of a white bird, an omen of a peace he'd tried to ignore the frock, the lion only took great pleasure in slitting the thing until it resembled two parted wings and a pert ass which housed his target below.
Men did not have bits as women did, and this was not a hyena he was going to fuck for his own pleasure. The giggling soon turned to grunts and panting after, as the young doctor soon became aware that something was not right. Why was this lion acting so strange? Why could he not move?
"Oh, ok…that is – ow!
~ You will not speak to me in such a way! I am a powerful king! ~ This delusional beast only roared in the man's ear as he knew that actions could speak for him, so rather roughly, he ripped down the man' white pants without mercy.
~ You will stop being so naiive and take all of me to satisfy your beastly king! I will have you, my white dove…and you will scream my name to the stars…!~
The lion got into position, hot drool rolling atop the back of this lovely specimen as his doctor's wise crew had abandoned the American to not also meet the same fate.
~ They all have left a helpless brat like you…and so, none may interrupt our mating session. You will satisfy me and I will have made my presence known. ~ The lion lined up with the scared doctor's hole, his prey's blue eyes opened wide and that shouting had to be stilled. Those big paws made the doctor eat dirt, while he focused on penetrating his new snack.
~ If you do not stay quiet, then I will eat you…~ The lion growled, hoping his noises made sense to this empathetic idiot worker. ~ Do as I wish or be killed with your patients. Do not grin or make me angry and they shall all be spared if YOU only participate in pleasing this jungle lord. ~
He practically sat on the man's ass as he entered, a painful butting of thrusts before the gurgling doctor could not take it. Yet he did, for the lion was no dragon but a land beast only bigger than the largest mastiff.
~ Feels tight. Are you unmated, my lovely doctor? ~
The lion licked the man's lobes as he readied to pull out, before thrusting in hard, until the poor young American bled, earning a rumbling sound from the lion's sadistic throat.
~ You will please me again, for you cannot stay away. I will make you burst to pieces if you deny me such things! I will have you….and what of your men? ~ The lion purred as he continued to thrust while the squirming insect below him fell still, shaking as if he'd never recover.
~ I've seen wars, and soldiers to be never the same. Let this be a lesson that….when….you…grin….more good men….die! ~
His great cock was starting to pulse inside the stomach of the American relief worker, who whimpered and cried as a cup to its mother. How the lion only purred at the sound as that excited him, making him harder than the first few thrusts had been inside the poor man's swollen round ass.
~ You please your king well, so you may come with me if you wish to not be branded a lion – tamer…though, it is I who have tamed you…!~ Another shove and the man nearly kicked his legs out, earning a paw to the small of his back as the doctor was shoved further into the sooty floor. Gravity being cruel, and hairy and downright demonic! Was this lion not a real lion as the men had said, but a demon from another world??
He was starting to pant as the lion was nearing its climax –
~ I wish to go again, I am not going to stop until you are shouting my name, little "dove in pieces!"~ It bellowed and roared, as the lion only went harder, tearing past the passage that was the young doctor's asshole. With such a conquest to be sought, moments more as the lion too grew to swell as hotly as was allowed for immortal lions, the king's seed started to trickle before the overflow was…
Inevitable, as the doctor cried out.
Just as the lion released his sticky load into his prize, that cry was breathtaking and for the first time…
He saw beads of sweat coat the American's prudent brow.
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He licked his toy's tender ears, red as pokers while dismounting the young doctor, who did not speak a word. The lion saw his pooling cum and the doctor's own blood spilling out of that hole, and for a second time?
His hunger had returned as he knocked the doctor back into the dirt and began to devour the dreamy liquids as two blended in perfect harmony, causing the pet of this angry lion's to gasp and bite his lip not to moan.
~ Pretty dove…..you taste so delicious for your king to partake in your watery, rich juices…have you nothing else to share with your lord of the jungle?~ Yet, the lion was crazy, so he would ask if Richard had another hole to fill before the night had ended.
And he got back to making his young prey sweat into the dirt until sunrise, until he had departed from the tent well before, satisfied and full in his belly as it should be.
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"Doctor Richard! Doctor!"
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The beeping of those hospital monitors was hardly a nuisance, as the bright lights of city hospital stared down the patient with the intent to make him go blind. Above him was his ally, the doctor who'd gone to gather more supplies as his eyes swelled up and saw such pain in this body the nurses had kept overnight.
"The men said you were mauled by a devil lion….what in the world happened?"
"It…was red…one eye…"
"He's struggled through a great deal of trauma, sir." A nurse told the other doctor, who had a clipboard in hand, his hands trembling not of fear yet frustrated. "The men need you for the relief efforts, yet you many not recover in the meantime. I will have to send you home if you cannot handle –
"I was violated by a red lion!" Richard exclaimed. "My bottom was torn, the charts –
"Lions do not do things like this to normal humans!" The older doctor said in a low voice, to dismiss the theory of such a case. "Baboons, maybe. But lions would only kill a man if they were driven away from a food source or threatened. You cannot be well, so I am sending you home to heal –
"You can't stay in that jungle…" Dick shivered, sweat now coating his brow. "You can't stay….the lion will hurt them, you aren't safe –
"And you aren't sane. You're going to America first thing, and there will be no more stories to scare me with. The relief was going so well…I just hope that the authorities catch the one who did this before –
"Like I said…" Dick sighed. "It wasn't human, but a lion with….I don't know, almost human emotions?? It tried to dominate me! It literally used tricks only humans know! You can –
"Sedate him, please. He needs to get more help." The older doctor left, his head full of fear as he made his way by jeep back to the relief tent a day later.
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By nightfall, it was quiet. The ones who were hurt were told to stop spreading lies about what had happened the other few nights ago, so the doctor went to bed a bit later only after the patients' fears had been put to rest.
A few hours into the night, a clatter of medical equipment woke up the good older doctor to go into the next tent.
There, he saw a red furred lion with one eye. Just as in the doctor's story, as it slowly made its way into the main tent, the doctor's breathing hitched. A strange feeling a guilt swelled in his stomach as sweat now coated his brow.
He understood this strange lion's language, be it fate or these powerful forces at work, he heard its rage behind every growl as its eyes locked onto him from a few feet away.
"You took my little song bird far, far, away….and now….I will have to eat you !!!"
And…It pounced.
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The end of this story's retelling and moral being that a lion in a tent will never act as a kitten if it is a wild stranger – so run for your life! Be wise, do not pity an open crocodile's smile for he WILL bite your hand clean - off.
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Horror aspect and bestiality, (basing on the film Beast with Idris Alba.) Ah, did you like it? Let me know, next is a bit more so…you'll see! Find out and read on!