Chapter 5: Bestiality?

The forest grew close to the yellow bricks of the pathway. There were strange noises that came from the forest; some Dorothy recognized as bird calls, others were mysterious. The most ominous was a heavy movement, which seemed to parallel their path.

"Are there wild animals in these woods?" Dorothy asked, nervously.

"Some," the Tin Man said, cheerfully. "Mostly Lions and Tigers and Bears."

"Oh, my!" The Scarecrow gasped.

"Now don't start that," Dorothy moaned.

She pulled her two companions closer on each side of her as they walked down the path.

Toto, trotting along at Dorothy's heels, suddenly ran in front of them, excitedly barking at something in the forest.

"Rooooar!" A lion burst out of the forest ahead of them. "Growwwwl!" he snarled.

"Roar? Growl?" Dorothy stood akimbo. "Is that the best you can do?"

"I didn't scare you?" the Lion asked.

Dorothy shook her head.

"I didn't think so." The Lion shook his head sadly. "I've never been able to get that part down right."

"That's all right," Dorothy said, comfortingly. "Besides, I was expecting you. I've seen the movie before."

The Lion sat down on a rock beside the yellow brick road. Dorothy sat down on the ground on the opposite side of the road. The Scarecrow and the Tin Man stood nearby.

"So, what's your problem?" Dorothy asked.

"I dunno," the Lion moaned. "I'm just not as fierce as I should be. All the other Lions come around, bragging about how many folks they had frightened; how they hunted squirrels and rabbits... and all I can talk about is how my garden is growing."

"A vegetarian lion?" the Scarecrow marvelled.

The Lion nodded, slowly.

"Why, you're nothing but a big chicken!" the Tin Man exclaimed.

Toto perked his ears up.

Dorothy hugged her knees to her chest.

The Lion's gaze shifted down to Dorothy's pussy, now revealed by her position. "Besides that, the lady lions..."

"I'll bet he doesn't get any," the Tin Man grinned, shifting over to one side to admire the view.

"Nope," the Lion moaned. "Now here you come, and..." he licked his lips. "Young lady, do you have to sit like that? Are you just teasing me?"

Dorothy glanced down, and realized that she was exposed. "Not intentionally," she said, tugging her skirt over her knees and pulling it down to cover her exposed groin.

"Why did you spoil the beaver shot?" the Tin Man complained.

The Lion moaned. "It's just that... that..."

"He's a horny lion," the Scarecrow grinned.

The Lion nodded.

"Why didn't you say so?" Dorothy asked. "We could arrange something..."

"Really?" the Lion's head raised. "Would you?"

"Why not?" Dorothy smiled. She stood up, and pulled her gingham dress up and over her head. She twirled naked in front of the Lion. "Like what you see?"

"Well, you're not a lion, but you'll do," the Lion beamed.

Dorothy lay her dress on the bank next to the road, and lay down on it, her knees bent and spread wide, opening herself up. She motioned to the Lion.

"Ummm," the Lion hesitated, one claw in his mouth. "Would you mind turning over?"

Dorothy's brow furrowed a moment, but a smile crossed her face. "Of course," she grinned, "you want it doggie style."

"Lion style," the Lion corrected.

Dorothy nodded. She rolled over, raising herself on her hands and knees, and pressed backward, her ass in the air.

The Lion moved up behind her, and stuck his nose into the cleft between her asscheeks. His long tongue snaked out, curling over the young girl's pussy lips.

Dorothy felt herself relaxing, her pussy responding to the warm strokes of the Lion's tongue.

The Lion climbed over her, hooking his arms around her upper body, pushing his hips against hers.