Shifter Shots

Daddy Issues 2

Dallas's cabins ^

 After what felt like forever we arrived at not one but two beautiful cabins. The lion padded down a trail of flattened rocks that were set up as a sidewalk leading up to a big modern redwood cabin that sat perched on a small hill overlooking a calm pond. From where I was I could see it was crystal clear and likely had pebbles at the bottom. A small trail of jagged flattened rocks jutted out of the earth and lead down to a smaller guest cabin that sat on the same level as the pond. The cat holding me continued towards the bigger cabin, jumping the three steps that lead up to the porch and stopping outside the door of the house. He pushed his head against the door and a plastic flap moved out of the way. A miniature door was at ground level and it allowed him entrance to the house. Once we were inside he set me down. 

 The entryway was tall. Crystal clear windows lined the wall above the door. The walls were a light grey and the tile in front of the door was white. A scratchy black matt sat directly in front of the door and a large light fixture hung from the ceiling, projecting a soft warm glow. A bench was propped against the wall and coat hangers adorned the apposing one. Shoes and boots were neatly stacked on a shelf under the coats.

 I scrambled to my feet, my nails clinking on the slippery tile as I attempted my first escape. I intended to put some distance between the large predator and I. The lions paw easily fond my back, yanking me towards him and pushing my body to the ground. My legs sprawled around me as he held me down to the floor. I let out a squeak of protest but immediately clamped my mouth shut when I felt the tips of his claws graze my skin. Fear trickled into my veins and I decided it would be best to wait patiently. Flicking my ears around, I picked up on the sound of bones cracking and I could hear his body rearranging. In a matter of seconds, the clawed paw on my back was replaced with a large firm hand. The male gripped my scruff and picked me up, turning me to face him. 

 He was absolutely gorgeous. He had a well-kept beard and vibrant green eyes. His chest was broad and thick with muscle and as far as I could tell he had a six-pack too. The dude was buff! I yipped and wiggled in his grip. Being carried like this was uncomfortable but being carried in his mouth? That was another thing... He smiled, flashing me a pair of faint dimples and a mouthful of straight white. His scent was intoxicating. It was a mix of coffee, feline, wet earth, and cologne. He used his other big calloused hand to cup my rump, forcing me to tuck my tail between my legs. He flipped me over and cradled me on my back like I was an infant all over again.

"Definitely a boy," his comment didn't measure in my head as I was immersed in his voice. It was a deep, soft baritone and it was like music to my oversized, sensitive ears. When his words actually registered they only made me blush and wiggle in his grip. He thought I was a girl! Jerk! "Your okay, little one," he cooed. "Why don't you shift back and I can help you find your parents? They are probably worried sick." My heart sunk at that. I didn't have parents nor did I know how to shift. It had been months. Years, since I had shifted last. I didn't even remember how. I pinned my ears and whimpered, looking down in shame. Surprisingly, he caught on. "You can't can you?" he asked. I nodded, feeling his eyes bore into my skin. I had never felt more ashamed and insecure in my entire life. I almost wanted to cry with how horrible I felt but I managed to hold my tears back and look up to meet the lion's bright green eyes. "It's okay, little one. There is no reason to cry. I will help you shift but let me get dressed first and you are probably hungry." My stomach growled at the thought of eating more Killdeer eggs. I would kill for some grubs but I highly doubted a lion had grubs laying around. He carried me down a hallway but I couldn't see much. The lion opened a door that I imagined was his bedroom and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He set me down in a nest of blankets that were crafted into a circle and tucked me in. I settled into the warm fuzz and watched him pace around the room, gathering a change of clothes in all his naked glory. I made sure not to look past his waistline in fear of what I would find so I kept my eyes trained on his perfectly chiseled abs.