Episode One - Kitty Lion
#2 of Undersourcing - Welcome to the Show!
Took a while, huh? Here it is, glad to finally have it finished. I seem to have lost the ability to keep stories short. Hm. Well, I hope you enjoy it anyhow, and I definitely look forward to the next chapter! Wasn't kidding about wanting to tackle the roo-pony and the stocks-snake, heh.
A special thanks to everyone that commented, too! For those who picked the lion, feel free to pick your next choice. For all the others, I haven't forgotten you! You still count, no worries there. In either case, make sure to let me know what you want, and I'll do my best to follow through!
One last note: I'm traveling for the next week, so don't be offended if I don't respond. I'll get to everyone once I'm back! On the plus side, I'm going to have plenty of time for writing. Fingers crossed I get a lot done, heheh.
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Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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"Well well well," Edris said, scratching his chin. "That was a bit of a landslide there, wasn't it? Don't know whether it's kitten slaves or lions in general that are so popular, but I would be a fool not to notice a response like that!" A grin appeared on the lizard's muzzle. "Perhaps if we end up with a few leftovers off our list here I'll have to make them into kitten slaves as well. Purely for research purposes, of course! The rat didn't get much interest there. A rat-kitten would be delightful, wouldn't it?" Peering over at his partner, he asked, "What you you think, Muriel?"
The hyena failed to notice the question, too busy enjoying the fox and doberman puppy-slaves doting on her heavy tits and moist crotch.
"Right. On that note, don't forget our fine line of eager puppy-slaves! Available now! Back to the main attraction, seems like Cyrus gets the honor of doing the first demo."
"YES!" the ox said, proudly pumping his arm in celebration while Sebastian and Del dejectedly groaned their disappointment at being left behind.
Casually strolling over to the wheel of souls, Edris was promptly joined by the excited ox. He gave him a moment to settle down before handing over a sheet of paper. "That's a list of audience suggestions, my good bovine. A pet-training room's been all prepped for you with everything you'll need, including cameras filming it all from every angle. After all's said and done we'll get your movie edited and added to our catalog. Plus, a commemorative copy sent directly to you! Isn't that nice! Now, before you get started, you're welcome to choose an assistant if you like. Given some of the requests, I'd say that would be advisable. Personally, I'd suggest someone skilled at styling fur."
"Okay. Anyone you'd recommend?"
"Glad you asked!" Edris gestured toward the backstage area. "We had someone queued up precisely for this job." A massive clydesdale, standing several inches taller than the impressively large ox heavily stepped out of the shadows. "This is Burt, he works at a salon elsewhere in the mall. Have you met?"
"No, I don't believe we have. Good to meetcha, Burt!" Cyrus reached a hand out to his new partner, who eyed the extended appendage with a mix of suspiciousness and curiosity. Tentatively, the horse returned the gesture, grasping the outstretched hand, snorting as he gave it a quick shake.
"He's not a big talker," Edris explained. "Don't worry, I'm certain you'll work great together! Now, get to it! Show 'em how kittens are made!... So to speak... And most of all, have fun!"
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Cyrus said, slowly shaking his head, a bit taken aback by the lizard's enthusiasm. Having lost interest in the presentation and wishing to get things moving, he directed the horse to the other side of the wheel, positioning him so that they could remove their new pet with minimum difficulty. Grabbing hold of the glowering feline hanging upside-down along the rim of the wheel, Cyrus and Burt set about freeing his limbs. While the horse secured the remaining souls' limbs directly to the wheel, the ox helped the musclebound lion down onto the floor, sliding his tailhole off its post with a wet pop.
Within seconds, the ox found himself under attack from the raging feline. Lunging forward the instant his footpaws hit the floor, the tawny furred lion was a flurry of claws, roaring his fury through his gag. While he was fighting for his freedom, Cyrus was trying not to laugh, having the time of his life, dodging or blocking the various blows from the inaudible feline.
The lion finally found some luck when his captor stumbled backward, momentarily tripping over his own hooved feet. That was just the opening he needed, bringing his claws down across the ox's chest, tearing the jumpsuit open while leaving a set of deep, bloody claw marks behind.
Suddenly jumping from joyful to enraged, Cyrus raised his fist, ready to knock the cat senseless. He stopped in place when he heard a loud zap and saw the lion collapse to the floor in a heap. The horse silently brandished his taser, tilting his head as he stared at the ox's wound.
"You alright?"
"Fine, yeah. At least I will be. Thanks for the assist, though."
Burt snorted.
"Alright then, let's get to the training room." Cyrus touched his cuts, wincing in pain. "There should be stuff to take care of this in there."
With that, they each grabbed an arm and dragged the lion away.
"That was certainly something." Edris said, watching them head off to get to work. "Fair warning, their video will be edited for time since the training will take at least several days. Now, there's one last remaining bit of business." He smiled, pressing his palms together. "Don't forget to comment with your votes of who'd you like to see next! I haven't forgotten the previous ones, not at all. That kangaroo girl is certainly popular, same with the paw-wolf. I have a bit of a... vested interest... in that snake girl get some action. But tomorrow's a new day! Here's the list again, for your consideration."
- Female kangaroo, Pony Slave.
- Male rat, Living Canvas?
- Female snake, Double Stocks.
- Male otter, Mobile Urinal.
- Male wolf, Paw Slave.
- Female chicken, Living Coat Rack?
- Male raccoon, Chandelier Urinal Slave.
- Male lion, Kitten slave.
- Female weasel, Milk Cow.
- Male toucan, Dog Toy
"And now, to everyone in the future about to watch the completed video down below, I sincerely hope you enjoy our very first episode!"
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EPISODE ONE - KITTY LION
"So," Cyrus said, perusing the list of requests. "How do you wanna get started?"
Barely noticing the question, Burt was in awe of the pet-training room. It was the first time he had seen one for himself, having worked in the mall for the majority of his entire existence. Though his expression remained stoically neutral, he was fascinated by the small facility.
The center of the room looked almost like an indoor park, several small obstacle courses and playgrounds spread out over the green carpet simulating a field. A set of different stations lined the edges of the room, going from a sleeping area with pet crates, to bathrooms, to the medical area where the ox had just finished bandaging his chest. Having found his way to the supply area, which, indeed, was overflowing with gear, Burt looked for certain pieces to lay out for their use. He picked up a unique metallic device, about a foot tall, a foot thick, and two feet wide, with a line of four large holes along the top. As he read the instructions, he grinned, realizing what the device was for.
Huffing indignantly, Cyrus snapped his fingers until the massive horse finally glanced his way. "You wanna get started, or just fawn over the equipment all day?"
The horse shrugged and grunted, which the ox assumed meant he agreed.
"Ooooooookay.... How should we begin?"
"Dying. Probably," Burt responded, lowering himself to his knees in front of a group of small storage cabinets. After checking a few doors, he dragged out a heavy silver drum filled with a sloshing liquid.
Staring blankly, Cyrus checked the list again, eventually realizing what the horse had meant. "Oh. Oh, right. Dying his fur. Probably a good starting point, get all the coloring done before..." He squinted with mild confusion. "Huh. What the hell's a katzenfell?"
"Means cat fur. House cat. Lightly striped or spotted." Grunting with effort, Burt hefted the drum onto his back, looping a pair of straps over his shoulders to wear it like a backpack. He shifted slightly to get comfortable, then clipped the straps together over his chest, securing it in place.
"Right. Striped house cat. It says pink or light blue were both suggested. Would you prefer pink with blue stripes, or blue with pink stripes?" Looking up from the paper, Cyrus saw that the horse was in the midst of programming the tank's spraying wand, already just about prepared to begin.
"Pink. Blue stripes." Burt said, twisting a few dials at the base of the wand, locking them all in place.
"Sounds good, you're the expert." Kneeling down next to the limp, unconscious lion heaped on the tiled floor of the supply area, Cyrus rolled him flat on his back, positioning him for his new dye job. After removed the ball-gag and the chastity cage, he stuck a small rebreather in the lion's nose, then spread his limbs into a wide 'X'.
As soon as the ox got a safe distance away, Burt pulled the wand's trigger, deftly spraying the desired designs onto the prone feline with a fine lavender mist.
"You seem to have that handled well enough. I'll get everything else ready." Scratching absentmindedly at his bandaged chest, Cyrus looked through the items the horse had readied, grabbing cylindrical series of vibrating rings acting as a "gates-of-hell chastity device, as well as a specialized muzzle to handle his teeth. He also retrieved a shaver, inwardly hoping the lion would be awake for the removal of his mane. That right there was the simplest, fastest way to break a lion. Taking away that big, bushy status symbol would take the fight right out of him. Eyeing the four-holed device Burt had previously inspected, he mentally queued it up ahead of the shaver, preferring to avoid any further threat from those viciously sharp claws.
"Done."
Looking over at the lion, now flat on his belly, Cyrus had to admit he was impressed at how quickly the horse had finished, not to mention how skillfully the job had been done. Their pet was now a bright, vivid pink, accented by a series of thin, blue spots and horizontal stripes blended in down his back. His proud mane was a solid blue, though soon enough it wouldn't be quite as noble. Unnatural colors aside, the overall pattern convincingly gave him the appearance of a standard house cat.
Just as the quick-drying dye had completely set, the freshly altered lion began to stir. "...what's hap-" was all he managed to groan out before the ox rushed over with the muzzle in hand, flipped him onto his back, and yanked the rebreather from his nose. The thick, leather muzzle was promptly pulled over his face, forcing the internal dental gag into his open mouth. He could only groggily squirm with fear and confusion as the straps were locked behind his head. It was easy to breathe through the open hole in the center of the gag, though he was unable to lift his tongue or close his mouth. Shortly after the lock had clicked shut, a gentle humming could be heard coming from the muzzle, followed by an uncomfortable groan from the lion.
"I'm glad you're awake," Cyrus said, grinning. "You're probably wondering why you're wearing a muzzle. That should be obvious. You're probably also wondering why the muzzle feels so weird. That, I can explain. Basically, the dental gag holding your jaws open is also pressing a small molding head against each of those nasty, pointy teeth of yours. By the time morning rolls around they'll all be nice, round, and harmless." Hearing that, the lion thrashed his limbs, clawing up at his captor, but the ox quickly adapted, kneeling on his muscular upper arms, pinning him to the floor. "Now, now, you're switching to a liquid diet, so it's not like you'll be needing them, right?"
Nothing short of pure rage was apparent on the lion's face. He frantically flailed his legs, trying to reach up and claw the ox in the back with his footpaws, but was easily subdued by the horse pinning them down by kneeling partially on his ankles. The ox was blocking his view of what the horse was doing, but he could hear the sound of clinking metal as he felt a strange pressure down around his sheath. Something was wrapped around the base of his scrotum, lifting his plump balls off the floor, then followed by the ominous click of another lock.
As with the muzzle, the currently empty gates-of-hell cage hummed to life once the lock was secured. Watching as the line of rings gently vibrated in place, Burt massaged the lion's fat, pent-up balls, slowly coaxing the long-denied feline cock from its sheath.
Despite his anger, the lion was so frustrated by his time in the smaller cage that he rapidly grew as erect as the rings would allow. A whine escaped his muzzle as his barbed cock swelled between the rings, allowed only a little more room to expand than in his previous cage. Having only a small amount of freedom after having none at all was somehow worse. The vibrating was not remotely enough to stimulate him beyond keeping him hard and totally frustrated. That frustration shifted back to another burst of rage, almost enough to throw the huge ox off his chest so he could attempt another attack with his claws.
Easily readjusting himself, Cyrus spread his legs, both to pin the lion's forearms to the floor, as well as to display the massive bulging sheath barely contained by his jumpsuit. "You wanna grab the paw machine, Burt?" He thrust his hips back, barely managing to avoid a headbutt to his crotch as his furious prisoner continued to struggle. "Feels like now's about the right time!"
With a shrug, the horse stood up, releasing the lion's powerful legs, leaving him to wrestle with the ox. Moments later he returned with the four-holed device from before, placing it on the floor with the open holes near the splayed toes of their pet's footpaws. Grabbing the lion's right ankle, he effortlessly shoved the foot through the right-most hole until it locked in place, then did the same for the left, securing it in the left-most hole.
"Ready for the hands yet!?!" Cyrus asked, having grown bored of continuously dodging the extremely sharp claws. The moment he heard the horse's grunt of confirmation, he added, "Great. On three, you get right, I'll get left, okay? One... two... three!" He dodged to the side, grabbing the lion's left wrist as it prepared to slash his throat, then inserted the hand into the hole next to the left footpaw. At the same time, Burt reached forward and grabbed the right hand, locking it into the device next to the right footpaw.
With the furiously growling feline bent in half, held fast by the device in spite of his struggling, Cyrus let out a tired sigh and switched it on. Giving a short, amused whistle, he sat back, taking a few moments to recover as he listened to the device warm up. Out of the corner of his eye, he was happy to see that the horse had taken the initiative, grabbing the shaver, figuring that the lion's immobilization would be the perfect time to work on removing that mane.
The lion's remaining bravado gave way to fear as he saw the shaver approach, knowing that it could only mean one thing. In a blind panic, he wildly shook his head, attempting to scoot away, anything to avoid his intended fate. Ultimately, with that device locked around the ends of all four limbs, he wasn't going anywhere.
"What were you planning on doing for the shaving?" Cyrus asked as he took another look at the request sheet, halting the horse before he could get started. "Seems like taking the whole thing off might be excessive... Maybe you could craft it into a girly haircut instead, since he's already pink anyway. Shave most of the mane flush with the rest of his pink body fur, but leave enough in back for a pair of short pigtails! Wouldn't really fit the kitten theme there, but who cares, it'd be cute as hell! You should be able to knock that out in no time, right?"
Though Burt shot his partner a sideways glare, mildly irritated at being ordered about by the reclining ox, he had to agree with his assessment. Clicking the shaver on, he briskly approached the panicky, squirming kitten-in-training, and set about removing and restyling the plush blue mane.
The lion was almost in tears as his pride and joy was snipped away bit by bit by the electric razor, wishing there was anything he could do to avoid losing it. He tried to wrench his limbs out of the device holding them, though nothing he did had any effect. Even his fingers and toes were growing increasingly difficult to move. It was almost like they were being coated with a warm glue, sticking them all together. He honestly didn't know what terrified him more; being dyed into a girly, fluorescent abomination, losing his mane, if they were telling the truth about his teeth being dulled, whatever was happening inside the machine, or whatever else his captors might have planned for him. At the moment, the one thing he was thankful for was the lack of nearby mirrors. The last thing he wanted was to see himself brought so low.
Before long, Burt switched the shaver off, cocking his head as he checked his work. Nodding to himself, he looked over at the ox, loudly snorting to let him know he was finished.
"Hm? Oh, very nice!" Cyrus said, looking up from two halves of a metal corset he'd been idly fiddling with. He leered with approval at the teary-eyed lion, who simply stared in silent shock at the discarded blue tufts of his former mane littering the floor. The top of the sissified cat's head had the remnants of his mane fashioned into a short, girly 'do complete with bangs, while, as promised, a pair of short blue pig-tails held together with pink bows dangled behind him. "That is amazing, man! Excellent... Where did you get the bows?"
"Pockets."
"You keep pink bows in your pockets?"
"Can be useful."
"Yeah, ok, sure. Guess you have a point," Cyrus said, shrugging slightly. A ding sounding from the device on the lion's paws drew their attention. "Good timing too. Guess his new feet are done." Shuffling over on his knees, he pressed a brightly lit green button, causing the machine to release all four appendages.
The instant he was freed, the lion tried to scramble to his footpaws and make a run for the door. He didn't get far, tripping over himself, crashing into one of the supply tables and flopping back onto the floor. Before his panicking pet could recover, the ox grabbed the freshly shaven scruff of his neck and dragged him back to the center of the supply area. The lion swiped at his captor once more, only this time, when he made contact, his claws uselessly bounced off the bovine's broad, bandaged chest. Checking his hands to figure out why his claws were suddenly not working, he was horrified to see blue molded latex in the shape of a cat's paw totally encasing each hand. Not only was he unable to even wiggle his fingers anymore, there didn't seem to be any way of removing the paws at all. The closest thing to a seam or a break was a thick metal ring embedded near the wrist. To his dismay, when he looked past his throbbing, caged cock, those restrictive vibrating rings forcing him to remain partially erect, he saw that his footpaws were totally encased in that same molded blue latex, complete with metal rings embedded near the ankles.
"Now, now, none of that. You're gonna have to learn that kittens don't stand or run, aren't you? This should help remind you of your position." Grabbing a pair of short cords capped with latches on either end, he clipped the lion's ankle rings to the chastity cage's base ring sitting snugly around the base of his scrotum. So long as those cords remained, the lion wouldn't be able to extend either leg very far without yanking painfully on his genitals. As if on queue, the lion tried to run away again, immediately falling to his side, his useless latex paws covering his crotch while a muffled yowl of pain was barely audible through his muzzle. "What did I just say?" Cyrus said, shaking his head at the mewling feline. "No matter, you'll learn sooner or later. Ok, I think we're almost done, just one last addition." Strolling over to where he had been sitting, he grabbed the halves of the heavy, metallic corset he'd previously been inspecting and presented them to the lion. "This probably won't have a HUGE effect on you, really, but after a week of it gradually growing tighter and tighter, you should get a hint of a nice feminine figure to go act as a counterpoint for those manly muscles of yours."
By that point, the thoroughly weakened lion could only put up a cursory resistance as his tormentors pulled him upright, kneeling shakily between them, and placed both halves of the corset on either side of his abdomen. With a click and a hiss, both halves joined together, steadily beginning the process of constriction. The lion let out another weak whine, ending in a gasping wheeze as the pressure on his torso grew from unpleasant to prohibitively painful.
"Not so bad, right?"
The lion looked up at the ox, a glimmer of defiance showing in his moist, reddened eyes. He said something incomprehensible through the muzzle, which given the tone of voice, was likely not very nice. Not that anyone listening cared.
"Oh! That reminds me," Cyrus said, slapping his forehead. "Can't believe I forgot the most important piece." Reaching into a pocket, he fished out a thin collar, locking it around the lion's neck. "Suffice it to say, that collar's electrified, and it'll be used to correct you during your training. If need be, that is."
The slight defiance quickly vanished, leaving only a look of panicked confusion plastered on the sissified lion's face. He made a few pointless attempts to pull the collar off with his latex paws, quickly giving up with a resigned, wheezing sigh.
"You didn't forget about the actual training, did you? That's the whole point of this! Right now you're an adorable little girly kitty, sure, but you're useless as a true pet. Starting now, you won't have a moment's rest until we've molded you into the perfect little cream-guzzling, cock-nuzzling kitten-slave. I give it about a week." Gazing down at the lion's taut, pink-furred ass cheeks, he could see the fur nearest his tailhole was still greasy from whatever was used to get him onto the wheel's post. "Speaking of which, I think I could go for a little stress relief. You mind if I go first, Burt?"
"Go ahead," the horse replied, dropping heavily onto the floor, patiently sitting cross-legged as he waited for his turn.
After giving their pet a harsh shove, sending his chest to the floor while leaving his rump up and vulnerable, Cyrus knelt down behind him. He fished his long, thick, tapered shaft out of the crotch of his jumpsuit, running his fist along its length. Having been looking forward to bending the lion over since the moment his name was called, Cyrus's cock grew fully erect with lightning speed. The moment he was at full mast, he pressed his tip against the greasy tailhole, and with a small amount of effort, shoved the first inch inside. The lion's whole body went taut as a gasping whine was forced out of him. Uninterested with any sort of foreplay, or being gentle and accommodating in any way, the ox began rhythmically pumping his hips, every short thrust making it a little further inside the tight ass.
By the time he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against the lion's cheeks, his foot-long bovine cock fully sheathed in his ass, the inexperienced tunnel was stretched wider than it had ever been before. He gave a long, rumbling, guttural moan, loving the pressure crushing down all along his length.
Off to the side, he noticed the horse had slipped out of his jeans and was steadily jacking off while watching the show. Seeing the massive pillar of horse-flesh slowly bobbing up and down a short distance away, he found himself grateful that his partner had let him go first. There was no way the lion would ever be this tight again after that beast plowed away at his insides. Smiling to himself, he suddenly pulled his cock almost completely out and slammed it back in, using that brutal pace to establish the speed of his thrusting.
Strictly speaking, prior to that evening, the lion was an anal virgin. Being posted on the wheel once he arrived in this nightmare was the first time he'd had anything at all remotely near his ass. Luckily for him, given his current position, his time on the wheel seemed to have helped prepare him for his new role. Though he was still unbelievably tight, thanks to that preparation he was able to take the massive insertion without any internal damage. He cursed in the back of his mind, furious that he was even remotely thankful for anything these psychopaths had done to him. He was looking forward to the moment they let their guard down, because he was going to kill them both the first chance he was given. They had crossed so many lines, he was going to make sure they suffered for it.
A thin river of drool ran past his muzzle, collecting in a tiny puddle where his face met the floor. He shut his eyes tight in an attempt to pretend he was anywhere else. That there wasn't a sweaty, snorting monster raping him, pulling hard on his tail while it felt like his guts were being rearranged.
All told, the single worst thing of all for him was how the repetitive slamming against his prostate was making him hornier than ever. The former alpha hated himself for enjoying anything about this treatment, even if it was just an involuntary response. With every thrust, he grew increasingly desperate to cum by any means necessary. Those damned restrictive rings buzzing away around his cock only allowed him to get right up to the edge of orgasm. They wouldn't let him go down, and they wouldn't push him over the edge. All he could do was hope for his assailant to finish so he could do the job himself with his latex-encased hands.
Suddenly picking up speed, the ox furiously pistoned their hips together with a series of loud, resounding slaps, each punctuated by a weak grunt from the kneeling lion. Through clenched teeth, he let out a rumbling groan, cumming like a fire hose deep inside the warm colon, a good amount leaking out past his thick, throbbing cock.
As disgusted as the lion felt as the oozing warmth spread throughout his belly, he was far more concerned by his own need to cum. He hoped and prayed for the ox to pull out and let go of his waist, desperate for any access to his own needy prick. As he wished, after spending a short time enjoying his afterglow, the ox released the grip on his waist, moments later pulling his massive shaft out of his clenching hole with a wet, sucking slurp. He immediately rolled onto his back, making sure to keep his ankles close to his balls, spread his knees, and wrapped his paws around his cock, frantically trying to rub his trapped flesh to an orgasm.
"Oh, that was the best I've had since that wolf a while back," Cyrus said, plopping down next to the horse, who silently nodded as he shuffled up to the oblivious lion's rump.
Despite being distracted by his attempt to climax, the lion was unable to miss the prodding at his gaping, cum-filled hole. He looked down in horror to see a tremendous equine shaft about to skewer him. Forgetting all about his cock, he thrashed his limbs, only to yank again at the ring around his balls. Letting out a pained groan, he drew his legs close while rubbing his paws against his tender nutsack.
Giving a deep, ominous nicker, Burt grabbed the lion's knees, spreading them wide apart. He slipped his cock back under the dangling balls, pressing forward until his flat cock-tip found the open hole waiting for him. Aggressively humping his hips, he easily forced his way into the slick tunnel, barely hitting any resistance until he reached his medial ring. He kept up his humping, ignoring the lion's whining, not stopping until the root of his cock had the lion's fat balls resting upon it. Leaning forward, pressing the lion's knees up to his chest, Burt began thrusting at a far faster pace than the ox's relatively leisurely one. An expression of crazed fury appeared on the normally sedate equine's face, surprising even Cyrus as he watched on.
The lion could almost swear that the horse's cock was somehow battering at the back of his throat. He honestly didn't know how it was able to fit inside him at all. It hurt like hell, absolutely, but he could take it. His own cock continued to buzz uselessly, keeping him horny and desperate in spite of the tree branch ramming into his rear, squeezing hard against his prostate. He felt like he was going crazy, held firmly at the precipice of an explosive climax from being treated like a sissy toy while pinned on his back in the cannonball position.
With a pleasured sigh, Burt was entirely focused on the movement of his hips, helping him to last a fair amount longer than his partner had. Only after several minutes of thrusting did he let out a loud, resounding whinny, reaching an explosive climax and thoroughly painting the lion's insides with its second heavy load of cum. As soon as the horse pulled out and rose to his hooves, stretching his back and dusting off his knees, the sissy kitten had his paws right back around his caged cock.
"Now THAT was fun to watch," Cyrus said, his own shaft erect once more thanks to the lovely display. The horse showed a slight smile, quickly returning to his usual dispassionate expression. "I'll be shocked if sales don't skyrocket after this. Before we're done, we definitely have to spit-roast him. I bet we meet in the middle. Whattaya think?"
"Fun," Burt replied, nodding his approval.
"Alright, it's late, how about we go get some drinks and let him stew 'til morning? That should soften him up for the real training."
"Sounds good."
"Perfect! There's this place I love going where the waitstaff is made up entirely of fellas in bitchsuits, it's... Nevermind, you'll see!" With a delighted grin, Cyrus stepped over to the frustrated lion, who had since given up on trying to masturbate in favor of crawling away unnoticed as his captors chatted. The ox hit the trigger for his collar, sending him to the floor with a short burst of electricity. "Aw, and you were behaving so well. Guess we'll need to crate you for the night, now, huh." He stopped for a moment. "Oh, right! Almost forgot, one last minute request." Kneeling by the lion's side, he aimed the tip of his cock at the small opening at the end of his muzzle. Sighing softly, he let a heavy, musky stream of piss flow out, directly into the open mouth.
The flow of hot, salty liquid snapped the lion out of his daze, sending him thrashing about, stopped only by the ox using his free hand to grab his pigtails and hold him steady. He reluctantly gulped down as much as he was able in order to avoid the taste, though he was unable to prevent some from overflowing and running down his face, soaking his fur.
Once his flow finished, Cyrus stuffed his softened cock into his jumpsuit and rose to his hooves, hefting the lion over his shoulder like a sack of meat. He carried his pet over to a large metal-wired pet crate, stuffing him inside and latching the door shut behind him. Though the space was incredibly cramped, with barely enough room to turn around, there was at least a futon on the floor to provide some comfort. The lion groaned upon realizing that it was actually a pet bed. While he tried to get his bearings, and maybe find some way to escape, a dark puddle of cum formed on the pet bed under his rear, leaking out of his gaping tailhole in small, but constant drips.
"See ya in the morning, kitty!" Cyrus said, walking out of the training room behind the horse, choosing to leave the lights on before shutting the front door.
Aside from the constant buzzing of his cage, the lion was left in complete silence. He quickly abandoned any hope of opening the crate's door; the clumsy latex paws were totally unable to manipulate the latch. Looking at his surroundings, he tried to figure out what, if anything, he could possibly do. Escape wasn't an option, he couldn't stretch out, that muzzle was... allegedly... reshaping his teeth, his ass was sticky and stung like hell, and he was still far beyond desperately horny. As thirsty as he was, his only source of water was a bottle tipped by a dildo, and he wasn't about to suck on a cock to get a drink... Again... He couldn't even reach his cock the way he was positioned, not that his paws were any good to the caged, throbbing flesh. The best he could hope for was that the vibrations would be enough to do it. Somehow. Eventually. Defeatedly dropping to the floor, he resigned himself to getting some sleep while waiting for the bastards to return.
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Somehow, being left alone was worse than it had been directly under the care of those two hooved psychopaths. Over the course of the night, the lion discovered that the rings around his cock were programmed to go off and on randomly, occasionally stopping long enough to let him go soft before kicking back on, sending him right back to the edge. With that constant, unpredictable orgasm denial, he didn't get a minute of sleep. Instead, he had no choice but to consider his new life for the full duration of it all. The death of his masculinity... being molded into nothing but a sissy kitten-slut... Sucking water out of the bottle's fake cock without even realizing it... He shifted slightly, his muscles cramping from the tight crate. The inside of his mouth was dry, he was having trouble swallowing with his tongue pinned down by the muzzle. Not to mention being unable to take deep breaths at all. His head was swimming, barely able to hold his thoughts together after the torture and sleep deprivation. He may have been able to do something if he had fought harder. He wouldn't have lost his mane, he'd still be a man. But now...
His self-pity and reflection were interrupted by the sound of the door being thrown open, followed by the ox and horse energetically strutting in. All at once, he cursed himself for complaining about his solitude. Something told him it was going to keep getting worse.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Cyrus said, striding up to the pet crate with a chipper smile. He leaned down and unlatched the door, effortlessly dragging his pet out by the neatly trimmed scruff of his neck. As soon as the lion was out, he stretched his limbs, yowling with pain when he accidentally yanked on his scrotum. "Don't worry, kitten. You'll figure that out. Eventually." He scratched playfully at the few remaining shaggy parts of the lion's mane, snickering at the sight of the reddened, baggy eyes glaring up at him. "Guess we can take this off now." Unlocking the back of the muzzle, he smoothly pulled it off, leaning down to inspect the previously sharp teeth.
His jaw now freed, the lion worked it about to moisten his tongue. He gave an abbreviated gasp, quickly cut off by the corset, when he ran his tongue over the smooth nubs that had replaced his previously sharp, dangerous teeth. The bastards weren't lying.
"WHY ARE YOU-" he screamed, almost instantly silenced by a shock from his collar.
"Because we own you, not that we really owe you an explanation. By the by, any sounds from you that aren't meows, purring, or the like, and you'll get the same treatment." Squatting down next to the twitching kitty-slave, Cyrus gave him another scratch behind the ear. "That's more or less how this'll go. You learn you only get to crawl on all fours like a good pet, we'll remove those cords and let you stretch out. You behave and obey, and instead of getting hosed down, you'll get nice baths and maybe sleep outside a cage with those rings turned off. Your meals might be more pleasant too." He looked over to see his partner wheeling over a large holding tank. "Speaking of which, I suppose this'll be your primary test." Using a spigot on the side, he filled a bowl with a thick, green-tinted fluid, and placed it by the lion's head. "Eat up."
"Wh-" the lion began, biting his tongue when the ox held up his collar's remote. He looked down at the goop in the bowl, then back at his captor, silently begging for more info.
"It's your cream. You know, your breakfast," Cyrus explained, nudging the bowl closer with his cloven-hooved foot. He sighed, watching as his pet glanced downward, then back at him. "If you gotta know, it's cum milked from others like you, only getting something of an inverse treatment. There's a nutrient powder mixed in to make sure it's all you'll ever need to eat again." He held a hand over his mouth, adding, "Thepowderalsomightjustbealittleextremlyaddictive," before placing both arms behind his back. "Your first few feedings will be unflavored, giving you nothing but the taste of cream, but with good behavior you'll be rewarded with some flavoring! Bet you'd like some tuna, eh, kitty?"
Hearing that they expected him to eat nothing but cum for however long they expected to keep him made something snap in the lion's mind. He was absolutely hungry, perhaps more so than he ever had been before, but he would NEVER be THAT hungry. Lunging forward, keeping his feet in close, he hoped that maybe he could do some damage with his jaw strength alone, even if his teeth were reduced to nothing but blunted nubs. Even if winning wasn't an option, he couldn't just surrender.
Before he could get close enough to bite, Burt stepped in, slamming him to the floor with a broad hoof on his back.
"Thanks buddy," Cyrus said, smiling up at the horse. "Guess it's the bad way for today." He leaned in close to the lion's face. "Bet you'll be singing a different tune tomorrow, Callie." The lion ceased struggling under the horse's hoof, squinting up at the ox in confusion, briefly hoping beyond hope that this was all a case of mistaken identity. "Oh, right. We decided to call you Callie last night. Seems to fit you, right?" Resuming his struggling, the lion was barely able to keep himself from swearing. "Time to get started!"
Their first act of the day was a bath, though as Cyrus had previously described, the bad option meant he was on the receiving end of a freezing-cold fire hose. The ox took a special level of joy in aiming directly for any sensitive body parts that were left unguarded, laughing every time the cat squealed from his nipples or balls getting targeted. By the time most of the dried cum was washed out of his pink fur, the lion was totally drenched, groaning in misery, shivering in place while looking like little more than a drowned rat. Once he was satisfied that their pet was clean enough, he dragged his naughty, soaked pet in front of a large dryer, turned it on, and waited for it to finish.
With the bath complete, next came several hours worth of training exercises. Burt and Cyrus took turns performing different forms of training designed both to ease him into his new role, and to exhaust him into breaking. Sometimes the lion was lead on walks around the training room by a leash on his collar, other times he was taken through the little obstacle courses, all the while his cage buzzed away at random intervals, making absolutely sure he remained tormented and horny.
Cyrus especially enjoyed one course containing a small hurdle that needed to be jumped. Try as he might, Callie was unable to do so without extending his legs more than enough to stretch out his tender nutsack. He was barely able to roll over the obstacle before falling to his side, crying and whimpering from the soreness of his junk. Not being allowed any time to recover, he was immediately placed back on all fours and forced to crawl around a winding line of traffic cones by the smiling horse.
Later on, as the two trainers ate their delivered lunches, letting Callie salivate at the sight of their meals, Burt had the hungry feline kneel before him. Holding a hoof up to his face, he gave a single stern command. "Clean."
Though the lion initially shook his head and refused, a quick shock from his collar corrected him. Too mentally and physically drained to even consider fighting back again, he bathed the presented hoof with his rough tongue, cringing from the indignity of the act, as well as the musky, earthy taste filling his mouth. For his part, Burt was delighted to see the lion's defiance crack as he willingly tickled and licked the fleshy part of the hooved foot.
After they finished eating, they performed several more obstacle courses, including one where Callie had to climb up, then down a small staircase while his rear was repeatedly smacked with a thin cane. Another course had him led over a slick, open surface, where his mitts were unable to grip the floor. He could do little but squirm along the floor with his legs tucked in until finally reaching the end.
As the afternoon wore on, the training began to focus more on the finer points of being a kitten, with Callie being tossed a ball of yarn and told to play. He wasn't sure what to do, but wishing to avoid any more shocks, he batted the ball back and forth like a feral cat. It was humiliating, sure, but given everything else that had happened to date, he almost genuinely enjoyed himself. Once that was done, they proceeded to vocal training. Cyrus stroked along the short, blue fur where his mane had been, explaining that the lion needed to purr to show affection for his masters, whomever they may end up being. Callie sneered, but complied all the same, making guttural purrs as his fur was stroked. As with the ball of a yarn, a part of himself, he realized, enjoyed that treatment. Shaking those thoughts out of his head, he was not yet willing to completely surrender. He was simply playing along until he had the opportunity to escape. At least, that's what he told himself as the cage hummed back to life, making him throb pointlessly in the gates-of-hell yet again.
The evening was capped off by a fancy dinner for his masters, while he himself was ordered to give Cyrus's cloven hooves a tongue bath. He shuddered as he ran his tongue between the two hooved toes, but he made sure not to protest at all. He couldn't say whether the ox's sweaty foot was worse than the horse's, but he truly despised that he now had a metric to compare them.
Once they were finished eating, the night ended much the same as the previous one had; Burt and Cyrus took turns brutally fucking their pet, stuffing him into his cramped crate before leaving him along to go out drinking. Once more, Callie spent the rest of the night reflecting on his new role while being endlessly frustrated by his intermittently vibrating cock rings.
When they returned several hours later, the new morning had a familiar beginning. Cyrus offered Callie a fresh bowl of breakfast cream, only for it to be rejected. The lion was woozy and well beyond exhausted, and though the rumbling of his stomach made him tempted to comply, he still steeled his nerves and stayed strong. Even so, both Burt and Cyrus could see the obvious momentary wavering of his will, and knew things were going exactly as planned. The rest of the day went largely the same as before, from the fire hose bath to the hoof cleaning to the kitten training, the only difference being the lion was far more compliant, not requiring a single shock. After taking their turns fucking him, giving his ass it's third double-cream filling, they left him in the cage for another night.
The next day was almost a total repeat of the previous one, the only difference being that Callie's grumbling stomach prompted him to dip his tongue into the offered bowl of warmed cum before rejecting it.
The following morning, when he was offered his breakfast, Callie practically pounced upon it. His stomach was killing him, he couldn't stop himself. Closing his eyes, he sucked all of the 'cream' down to the last gooey drop, doing everything in his power to avoid the taste, or acknowledging what it really was.
Happy to see his pet obey, rather than using the fire hose to clean him up, Cyrus led him to the bathroom area to give him the promised nice, warm bath. He was as gentle as possible, soaping up the lion's fur and slowly rinsing him off. It was heavenly.
The lion's head was swimming. He hadn't slept in days, but his stomach was full. Because he obeyed. He was beginning to understand what defiance and dignity were getting him, versus what obedience and surrender would. Without realizing he was doing it, he began purring as the soap was rinsed out of his fur. He gasped when the ox gave his balls a playful squeeze, though he quickly resumed his purring.
Once the bath was over, Callie completely threw himself into the rest of his training, purring on command, crawling on all fours without issue, pouncing after a small red light the horse shined onto the floor. As night time rolled around, once they had each taken a turn fucking the lion and placed him in his cage, the ox switched the rings' vibrations fully off for the first time since they had been added. Callie almost shouted his thanks before catching himself, instead giving a long, happy purr. While he was still hornier than he had ever been in all his life, with the vibrations totally ceased he might just be able to get some genuine rest. His trainers weren't even out the door before they could hear the soft sound of snoring from his crate.
A whole new kitten was waiting for them when they returned the next morning. As Callie had slept, everything had finally clicked into place. He loved the rewards he was given for being a good kitten, and he accepted his new position. Loved it, even. He was a pet, to stay on all fours, mewling and meowing, living to serve his masters. Defiance was the furthest thing from his mind. All he wanted was to obey, and, with any luck, keep getting rewarded as well.
As usual, Callie was presented with his breakfast, this time the fluid filling the bowl had a slight red tint. After curiously sniffing at the fluid, he gave it a lick, his eyes growing wide as he processed the taste. Giving his master a happy smile, he dug in, rapidly lapping away at the flavored cum as fast as he could swallow.
"Since you were such a good kitty yesterday, I added some beef flavoring to your breakfast," Cyrus said, grinning as he watched his pet eagerly sucking down his meal. Before long, the satisfied kitten was running his tongue along the inside of an empty bowl, not a single speck of cum remaining inside. Looking up at his master, Callie let out a long, cheerful meow to show his thanks. ""Glad you liked it, kitten. After seeing that, yeah, I definitely think you're ready. We should be able to give you just a little more freedom now." Kneeling behind the curious kitten, Cyrus unclipped the cords connecting his ankles to his scrotum ring.
With a short, delighted sigh, Callie stretched out both legs as far as they would go. He made no attempt to stand, instead content to obediently roll over onto his back. Just fully extending his knees was an utter delight; he was happy to be a good kitty. He gave a dopey smile to Cyrus, who was truly proud of his most recent work. Reaching up to the prone kitten's corset, the ox opened the latch, separating both halves and releasing his abdomen. The surprised kitten-slave immediately drew in his first long, deep breath in days, slowly exhaling into a happy sigh, truly grateful for his master's overwhelming kindness.
While he watched the lion running his blue latex paws down his belly fur, luxuriating in his regained freedom, Cyrus marveled at how well the corset had actually worked. He had expected a minor change at best, but the musclebound lion now featured a slinky, profoundly feminine hourglass figure.
Now only wearing his paws, collar, and cage, Callie looked up at his master, a hopeful look on his face. He held one arm up in a begging position, using the other latex paw to rub at his slightly softened prick, wondering if maybe that series of rings might be next to be removed. The thought of his cock possibly getting freed, and maybe even getting to have an orgasm too, made the trapped flesh swell up again, throbbing as it pressed out between the rings.
"Sorry Callie, the rest of your stuff is permanent. Kitties don't cum. But you like it better that way, don't you?"
The lion felt a fleeting pang of doubt. He honestly didn't remember. He liked orgasms, didn't he? But he liked being a kitten for his master far better. And kitties don't cum. That was right. Continuing to smile, he raised his other arm, holding both up to beg for a belly rub.
"Aw, how could I say no to that?" Cyrus said, enjoying the sight of his pet's newly svelte tummy. He reached over, scratching away with both hands, making the sissy lion giggle before switching to a deep, contented purr. "Feel like another feeding straight from the tap, kitty?" he asked, opening his jumpsuit to let his erect shaft spring free.
Callie's face lit up, immediately rolling over onto all fours, opening his blunt-toothed muzzle for the ox. Remembering the horse waiting patiently behind them, he hiked up his tail, showing off his well-used tailhole while enticingly swaying his tail.
"Time to see if we meet at- Oh!" Cyrus didn't have time to finish his thought as his pet lunged forward, gulping half the length down his gullet. The kitten was inexperienced at oral, so he couldn't stop from gagging, but the ox was impressed with the initiative. Besides, newbie or not, that sucking throat still felt amazing. He was eager to please, if only because it meant more cream, and he absolutely wanted more.
Callie gagged again when the horse knelt behind him and shoved his broad cock tip past the thoroughly stretched anus, forcing him to gulp down more of the ox's cock as well. Before he could worry or panic, he saw Cyrus hit the switch for his cock rings, making them buzz to life once more. Closing his eyes, he purred around the shaft he was swallowing, pleased to enjoy the denial and stimulation.
The vibrations of the purring came close to setting the ox off right then and there. He barely managed to hold back, biting his lip, holding completely still as he waited for the horse to start fucking their pet's ass. In few short moments, Burt grabbed the lion's waist, pulled his hips back, and commenced brutally pounding away at the kitten's hole.
At no point did Callie stop his purring, continuing to vibrate his throat around the thick, pulsing bovine cock as the force of the horse's humping gradually forced his lips all the way down to the root.
Cyrus wasn't sure if he and Burt were meeting in the middle, but he almost swore he could feel their cock-tips slapping together. After several minutes of those cute feline lips kissing the base of his shaft, not to mention the rough tongue massaging its underside, he groaned as his climax struck. He could do little but twitch and moan as he grabbed hold of both of the lion's pigtails, forcefully pumping another large meal of cream directly into his stomach. Moments later, Burt gave him the same treatment from the other end, totally filling his colon with several gushing spurts of cum.
Both ox and horse were totally spent, falling back onto their rears, letting their lengths slip out of Callie's orifices while giving pleased sighs. Callie didn't care that he was still horny and worn out, or that he would likely be for the foreseeable future. He was plenty happy to serve his masters as the kitten he was, curling up by their hooved feet, purring happily as he alternated between lapping at all four of them.
"We definitely have to work together again, right?" Cyrus said. He placed his hand on the top of the lion's head, giving him an affectionate scratch behind the ear. Burt nodded, snorting his approval. "Awesome. Feel like switching sides once he's done with our hooves?" That time, Burt didn't nod. He merely grinned.