“I’m a fan of many movies, but my relationship with The Lion King film is different.

Not only was it one of the first clues that had led me to the furry fandom, it also had always been pretty easy for me to get submersed in it, despite it, you know, being a ‘kid’s movie’. That one hour and twenty-four minutes went always by so fast, it almost made me believe I had indeed escaped reality with its constrictions of time, and other constrictions as well.

Seeing the end titles, when the screen goes mostly black, always left me with a sad feeling. Not so much because the movie ended, and surely not because of how it ended, but for a different reason. It was as if my longing for being like those majestic creatures came to an abrupt halt called reality. Here I was, a human like I’ve been all my life, just like everyone else around me. Those gorgeous lions remained behind the screen, unreachable for me or anyone else.

Tired of concentrating on the screen, I rubbed my eyes. Something was different, and when I rubbed my palm, I froze, deeply startled. I tried to scratch it off, but that didn’t work. Like as if a thick callus had covered my hand, out of nowhere. And it hurt when I tried to scratch it off, because my palms weren’t the only thing that had suddenly changed.

Out of the tips of my fingers came sharp claws, the way I had known them only from housecats…or lions, like in the movie I had just watched.”

To be continued

This is a commission I'm doing for byakko110 on FA of his person transforming into a lion (warning spoilers XD), accompanied by a small story I threw in :-)