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The roads were filled with the screams and the music so typical of the day that nobody batted an eye at it. In a small town like this it wasn't strange to see the local bar crammed with the sun still up, but what was unusual was that, in this particular bar, fights very rarely broke out. It was almost exclusively workers from the nearby mines and in the mountains, and other townsfolk looking to relax and enjoy a big mug of good ale with their friends, sing their worries away until the sunset and far into the night, and maybe spend a fun while with some of the waitresses, as willing and eager as they always were. It was a daily occurrence, practically a part of the routine, to see men and women alike crowding the tables, and to have their bustling conversations fill the air along the loud music and the sweet scent of mead.

But that wasn't to say that this little town didn't get to see any action. Located as it was, so close to the kingdom's capital, and in the middle of the main road used by merchants, wanderers were common enough for something interesting to always be going on. There would always be new wares or trinkets as the latest fad among housewives, or stories brought from bigger cities all around to keep children entertained; and occasionally one of those stories would come true as an adventurer passed by in the middle of their quest, shaking every single person's life with their imposing presence.

It was a world of kings, queens, knights, thieves, wizards, dragons and much more; it was only to be expected that those with an unquenchable thirst for thrill and glory would rise to the challenge that is a life of adventure. Boys and girls that would grow with the same stories of gallant warriors sweeping in to rescue beautiful princesses, defeat monstrous enemies and live off the spoils of war, forever praised by entire kingdoms and passed down generation after generation as legends, would aim to become the same kind of gallant warrior, to have poems and songs written after them and to become strong enough to inspire fear and admiration in the hearts of all who dared to look up at them.

That is an adventurer, and our story begins with one such adventurer.

In this bar, where bar fights very rarely broke off and where the screams and laughter filled the air to the point that it became an undistinguishable fanfare of joyful noise, if something managed to make itself heard above everything else, it was more than enough to get the attention of every single patron. And that was exactly what happened when the doors crashed open and a heavy foot stomped on the wooden floor. Every head turned to the entrance just as the music, the chatter and even the lowest of breaths died out, and every pair of eyes focused on the armored figure standing on the doorframe, so tall and wide that the sunlight behind it was completely blocked, leaving the locale in shadows. The armor was a pristine white color, decorated with gold engravings of a lion's roaring head on the chest and shoulder pads, and not a single patch of skin could be seen underneath.

An adventurer was a common enough occurrence, but one that happened to be an imperial knight fell more towards the uncommon category, especially one with such a high rank that he was given such a delicately crafted custom armor; that was plain rare. Everyone was understandably shocked, whether in awe, fear or even indignation at having their drinking interrupted like that, but nobody dared make a single move. The knight's very presence froze them all in place.

"Master!" the knight's voice boomed, masculine and deep, carrying with a palpable authority that made the short man behind the bar swallow audibly, knowing it was him whom the knight was calling for. The knight raised his hand, the first real movement he had done since showing up, and reached up to take his helm off. A flowing cascade of gold fell on his shoulders and down his back, as bright as fire when bathed by the sunlight, and a pair of piercing blue eyes looked around the establishment at all the gazes that had the courage to look back at him. Then a grin formed on his lips, showing off his pearly fangs. "A round of mead for everyone, on me!"

And everyone burst into cheers just as suddenly as they had gone quiet moments ago. The music started once again and the imposing lion made his way to the counter, laughing playfully as multiple patrons patted him on the back and raised their mugs to greet him. The short bartender, on the other hand, gave him a disapproving look that didn't match at all the smile on his face, but the lion's smile remained unwavering even as he sat down in front of him.

"You always have to make an entrance, don't you Lionheart?" the tender said and dropped he had been cleaning the bar with to give the lion's hand a vigorous shake. The fact that the man's hand was always as strong as his own had always shown the lion just what kind of experience he had managed to get in his long life.

"You know me! Go big or go home!" the lion laughed and got more of that disapproving smile. "I get you more business, old man! Stop complaining!"

"Not a lie there," the bartender admitted. "So what can I get you? What do you want?"

"Same as always, man! The biggest mug you have, full of the best ale you have!" he said and a heavy sack fell on top of the counter, making a clanking sound that no doubt came from the several golden coins inside it. "Throw in some info as well."

"What do you need?" the bartender asked as he swept the sack under the bar.

The lion's cheerful face became serious with lightning speed, and he looked around again to make sure everyone was occupied on their own conversations before leaning forward and signaling the old man to do the same.

"Her Majesty in person sent me on an important mission," he whispered his explanation, his gaze still wary of whoever might be eavesdropping on them. "Some wizard caused a big ruckus in another nearby town. Nasty stuff, apparently, or at least nasty enough to get everyone worried and make the queen order it covered up immediately. Rumor has it this wizard lives somewhere around here. They call him..." he looked around one last time, his brows furrowing deeper, before finally saying "Mad Circus."

"Mad Circus...?" the bartender sighed and the two of them straightened back up. They had tuned every other sound out during their talk, so when the music seemed to start again for their ears they both felt somewhat surprised. "It's a curious name if I ever heard one. I haven't, by the way, heard that one, but I'll ask around. You got anything to keep you busy until then?"

"Excuse me," a melodious and perky voice spoke up behind the lion before he could answer, and when he turned around a young gray-furred rabbit lady in a lovely brown dress, with a very low neckline one might add, stared back at him. "I was wondering if I could bother you for a drink, mister...?"

"Lionheart. Leonidas Lionheart," the lion quickly answered, never taking his eyes off the little rabbit and how the tight dress hugged her subtle curves and lifted her bosom. "My friends call me Leo, though."

"How appropriate," she said with a perfectly practiced laugh and a hand carefully placed on top of his breastplate. "So, how about that drink?"

"Seems like I just found something to do, master!" he said to the old man and got yet another disapproving look, only this time without any hint of a smile. "Why don't you add a room to my tab so I can have a proper private conversation with this lovely lady?"

"Take number three," the master said in an unamusing tone, and left them to their shameless flirting.

Not like their flirting lasted much as the rabbit lady took Leo's hand and pulled him upstairs, slamming the door behind them and pushing him against it as she planted her lips on his. She was aggressive, and he liked it; it meant she wouldn't complain about his large, rugged hands trailing her body, detailing those subtle curves under the fabric, her sensual hips and up until one of those restless hands reached and squeezed her breast, making her gently melodious voice moan in his throat with lust and desire. He joined her moan as his hand pressed and squeezed harder, relishing the way her tender flesh gave in under his rough handling, the soft sensation under his digits that made him slip his thumb inside her dress and playfully twiddle her hard nipple with it. She expressed her approval by pressing harder against him, pulling him deeper into the kiss, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hand trailed back down the contours of her body, resting between them, on top of the warm treasure lying between her legs.

Leo wanted it; the promise of the wet insides coating his fingers, the sweet juices satiating his thirst, the tight inner walls hungrily contracting around his throbbing manhood and milking his hefty sac for all its worth always got him going. The adventurer's real reward, in his opinion, was the adventurous woman that approached them, looking for a night of hot, sweaty, passionate sex with a big, strong man, a real man that knew how to touch and please her. A lady's eager lips had become his reason for fighting, and now his hand tried to pull the dress up to reach one such pair of hot, moist lips. But just as he was about to reach the rim and push his fingers inside that warm pussy, the rabbit lady pulled back, and Leo had to watch, with a frown on his face, as the fabric once again covered her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked with such obvious indignation that Leo had to wonder how many men before him had actually believed her foreplay to be true. But if that wasn't enough, the smile she gave him when she crossed her arms to push her breasts up was made of pure indecency. "A proper lady never shows hers first."

He had to chuckle at that. Even with all his years of experience with countless women all over the kingdom, all of them wanting and eager, some of them tricky and playing hard to get, he had never found one so forward, so plain slutty and lustful as this one. He had finally found an equal on sex drive, it seemed, and ironically enough, so close to his home he could literally meet with her in less than a day. It was bound to be one of the most satisfying sessions of his life, if not outright the most of them all.

He had to admit that his erection had been getting painful for a while, strained against his leg and unable to stretch to full length while inside the metal trap that was his armor. It really was a blessing being able to start taking it off and let it breath, so instead of complaining he complied to his partner's request and unlatched the white plate that suffocated his loins.

The reaction from his body was almost immediate right after the metallic piece fell on the floor. A wave of relief washed over every single muscle, slowly losing the tension they had built over his journey, and he took a moment to let out a sigh of content and spread his legs only enough for a breeze to freshen his crotch. When he opened his eyes again a knowing smirk formed on his lips at the look of astonishment on the rabbit; it was the same look they always gave him when they laid their eyes on the nine inches of erect lion meat standing between his legs and the massive pair of balls underneath, jumping up and down looking for a hole to fill. Leo looked down at his own monster of a cock, covered in pulsating, blood-filled veins, and even he had to admit that its sight alone had turned him on during lonely nights outdoors.

"It's enormous," the rabbit breathed once she got over her shock, and Leo chuckled at her again. True to her character though, her apparent inhibitions lasted little and she slowly came onto the lion, her delicate, feminine fingers trailing a long, thick vein on the underside of his girth, shaking in excitement until she reached the base and stood close to his face. "You think I can take it?"

"Only one way to find out," he purred in her long ear, giving it a gentle nibble that made her tremble with arousal before his hands started going down on her hips.

"Leo."

"I'm busy, master!" the purring became roaring at the incredibly bad timing the owner had. If Leo hadn't known him for as long and as closely as he did he would've opened the door, cock swinging around, and knocked his teeth out for daring to interrupt his fun before it even started.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are," Leo could practically see the mocking smirk through the door. "But I just got some pretty spot on info about your guy, so I thought you might be interested on getting busy with your actual job."

Leo clenched his fists and teeth in frustration, but with every ounce of willpower he could muster, kept from doing something stupid. Instead he took in a long, deep breath, and with much regret took the armor piece from the floor, painfully tucked his endowment in and latched it back on place, spreading his legs again to try and give it some space to move in, without any success. He gave up on that particular endeavor and sighed in defeat. At that point his gaze fell on the rabbit he had almost had a chance with; her gorgeous perverted expressions were gone, and instead she showed him a resigned smile that broke his heart and busted his balls.

"Sorry," was all he could manage to mumble, but she waved it off.

"It's ok, we all have work," she said with understanding eyes and a glint of yearning in them that made Leo want to drop it all off for her sweet body. "You'll be coming back to town, won't you?"

"Most likely," the truth was he didn't know, because he still had no idea of how close this wizard was, or even how dangerous he would be.

"Then we can meet when we come back," but that right there was enough reason to keep his hopes up.

Like the knight he was, Leonidas opened the door for the rabbit lady, and outside, waiting for them, was the bar master with his arms on his hips and a knowing grin. His presence annoyed Leo, but as he saw, the rabbit blushed over it, seemingly just a bit embarrassed.

"Bye, master," she giggled and made her way down.

"Bye, Cary," and just when the master said it did Leo realize he hadn't caught her name before that very moment. He didn't think much of it though; it wouldn't have been the first time he'd have sex with a nameless girl, but it was definitely the first time he wasn't able to.

"I hate you," he directed at the old tavern owner, but only got a hearty laugh from him.

"Of course you don't, boy," he said with a bright smile before turning his voice down to a whisper. "Now, nobody has heard the name, but there have been some rumors among woodsmen and hunters about a weird guy in black robes coming in and out of a cave by the Oak Forest up north. Might be worth checking."

"Yeah... Yeah, it's a good lead. Thanks, master," Leo said and quickly made his way down the stairs, turning back only once to tell the owner "And I just realized you never gave me my drink! You owe me, old man!"

---

Following the old bar owner's instructions, Leonidas had trekked all the way to the north, to the Oak Forest. He remembered the old stories he heard as a kid, the same kind that had made him choose this path in life, as told to him by his grandfather; he remembered one in particular about how this ancient forest used to be a gathering place for witches from all over the country, and how it exuded magic because of it. Even Leo, a knight with next to no skill in magic, could feel it; he had kept his helm off to allow his long, silky mane flow on the gentle summer breeze, and the very life force of the grass and trees reached him in the form of the earthy scents and the tickling sensation in his skin. Anyone that came around would be filled with it and burst with life, so it made sense for any wizard to take residence here. If only it had been a nicer one, Leo thought.

"This must be it," he said out loud when he reached the mountain's side and a tall stone entrance stood in front of his eyes. But it wasn't the shape of the cave what tipped him in; it was the same magic he could feel around the whole forest, flowing in and, at the same time, out of the dark opening in the rock, and a very powerful pressure deep within, condensed in a single point and beating like a heart that shook the ground, what really convinced him. Whatever was in there was magical, and it was strong, which is exactly what Leo was looking for.

So he ventured inside the cave, and when the darkness consumed him he knew he hadn't just left the outdoors; he had left the entire world behind him, and was in nothing but a small cavity of the entrails of a massive, cruel beast.

A minute in and his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness enough for him to tell things apart. The cave was far taller and deeper than what he had originally expected, and there were rocks jutting out all over, some of them round and smooth to the point that they almost seemed manmade, others jagged and dangerously sharp, threatening to cut and pierce him if he wasn't careful enough. And somewhere further inside the cave, far enough for even Leo's trained sight to not notice it until he stared long enough in its direction, was a dull orange light. It was strangely alluring in the way it starkly stood out in the shadows, and somehow seemed to be getting brighter the longer he looked at it.

That's when Leo realized he had been walking towards it. He stopped, staring down at his own feet and then back up at the mysterious light at the end of the cavern, lodged somewhere in the stone, calling for him. Whatever magic power filled this place was at its strongest there; strong enough to entice even an imperial knight of his caliber, so it was sure to be a shining beacon for any kind of mage. Confident, and yet nervous, Leonidas left a hand on the hilt of his sword, hanging by his hip, and walked forward, not attracted by the mysterious magic but out of his own volition.

The end was yet another small opening, leading to a small room carved in the rock. Leo backed against the wall next to it and carefully peered in. There was a large black cauldron on top of a fierce fire making a bubbling sound as the rare brew inside it boiled, but the light didn't come from the fire; it didn't seem to come from anywhere, actually, as much as the room seemed to be it just because. Several small shelves covered the walls, crammed full of books, boxes and bottles of a myriad of different colors, and a sweet smell drafted from inside and filled Leo's nostrils, making his mouth water.

A low humming caught his attention and he looked up. And with silent feline reflexes he quickly backed out. How had he not seen him? Slowly, he leaned back in to look at the man on the other side of the room, his body covered in wide black robes that contrasted heavily with the bright orange tone of the walls, with oversized sleeves and a pointy hat so large that it almost seemed ridiculous. Almost because Leonidas could still feel the immense magic power emanating from him that kept his fur standing on end. He thanked God that the wizard had his back to the entrance, or he would've been a goner a while back for sure. His ears twitched and the wizard's humming gradually started taking more sense, and he intently listened to him singing.

"I came in like a wrecking baaall... I don't know how the song goes ooon..." strange lyrics he had never heard, but Leonidas nonetheless decided to take the chance and strike him down while he was distracted. An enemy this powerful could not be negotiated with. He stepped forward- "Oh! A customer!" the wizard raised his head and turned around, making Leo freeze in place. "What can I do for you, mister knight?"

Leo swallowed hard enough for it to bulge down his throat and felt a layer of sweat cover him. The wizard was nothing like he had expected: Under the open black robes he wore very regal black clothing that seemed personally tailored for his body, and the brim of the hat obscured his eyes, showing only the Cheshire grin with which he greeted him. He seemed so utterly harmless, and yet that only made him all the more disturbing.

"You are...?"

"Mad Circus, professional wizard! At your service, my feline fella!" he said with an exaggerated bow that helped ease Leo's tension, but the lion remained wary and his hand never moved away from the handle of his weapon. "So? What can I interest you in? A love potion? Everyone always looks for a love potion," and swiftly snaking his way in a wisp of smoke, Mad Circus appeared next to Leonidas, patting the breastplate covering his muscular body. "But I doubt a big stud like you needs cheap tricks like that to get any girl in town, eh? Ooh! How about some armor enchantments then!" and bottle after bottle and other varied trinkets were left on the lion's hands while explanations and descriptions flew around. "I have one that makes you immune to dragon flames! Not like there are many dragons around anymore, but you never know! Or maybe some tonics to breathe underwater, for those sunken castles full of treasure! Oh, how about an invisibility cloak?"

"Enough!" Leo roared in anger and impatience, throwing everything to the ground and making such a racket and such a mess that the wizard stopped on his tracks.

"Yo, that was rude. You're a rude dude," he replied, and then shot his hands up in the air when the tip of a silver sword was aimed at his face.

"Mad Circus, you're hereby accused of the destruction of the town of Hocklett," Leo dictated in a low, dark tone, his eyes full of killer rage as they looked down at the otherwise relaxed wizard. "How do you plead yourself?"

"Hocklett is the one by the river where they plant apple trees, right?" Leo rolled his eyes and nodded. "Oh! Then yeah, totes guilty!"

"Eh?"

"Well, look at this! I left them my robe for laundry and they shrank it!" Leo had to raise an eyebrow to that. "So I did the most logical thing and turned them all into pigs."

"Are you telling me," Leonidas lowered his sword just enough to look at Mad Circus' face, detect his every reaction, and made sure that every word he said dripped with the disgust he felt at the wizard, "that you feel no regret for your actions?"

"It's not like I killed them! And if I do now at least they'll be delicious."

The lion's grip on his sword tightened.

"Her Majesty, the queen, personally sent me on a mission to detain you and take you to the capital to wait for your trial. However, I'm authorized to inflict the death penalty on you should you resist," Leo recited and held his sword up as a line of arcane runes started burning on the flat side of the blade. "And I'm sure the world will be a better place without you."

And with incredible speed the lion swung the blade down at the wizard. But with equally incredible speed the wizard sidestepped to avoid his attack and jabbed at the lion's face, inserting two of his fingers directly into his nostrils.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"Bad kitty!" Mad Circus yelled and dragged the lion by his nose, getting pained yelps until they were out of the room and he shoved Leo on the ground with a booming crack from it. "You're grounded!"

A crying Leo held his nose and looked, with shock still in his eyes, as the wizard went back into his personal chamber. He couldn't let that monster walk away; not after his crimes, and certainly not after tarnishing his honor. So he stood up, ignoring his pain and with his sword in hand, and with all the energy his large, powerful body could gather, struck against him again.

Only for Mad Circus to dodge and kick him several feet away.

When the lion recovered as much strength as he needed to sit up he saw the wizard take his sword and effortlessly swing and twirl it around. Since when were mages this strong?

"You really are stubborn, aren't you, Leonidas Lionheart?" Leo looked up in surprise.

"How do you know my name?"

"Your sword told me. Pretty lame alias, if you ask me."

Leo's surprise only grew. Sealed Weapons, such as the Holy Sword currently in the magician's hands, were magical weapons that had deep connections to their owners. By giving up the names given by their parents and bestowing themselves with a new one that they shared with the weapon, the two became one and the weapon could tap into its own magic to aid its owner. But it was old magic that very few understood, and to properly listen to a weapon's voice one needed a level of power and knowledge close to that of their original maker, the ancient magician Mardi Gras. If Mad Circus could listen to his sword, then how powerful was he?

But Leonidas had no time to ponder on that. Or rather, if he truly was that powerful, then he had to be taken care of immediately.

The lion's hand shot forward and the sword flew back at him, and with his bravado back he stood up and sent fast slices at the magician, always aiming for his head, but Mad Circus dodged them all without breaking a sweat, matching and even outspeeding the larger feline. His blood boiling, Leonidas stuck the sword on the ground and it shone red, like the lion's eyes as he let out a primal roar and the muscles on his arm bulged enough to send his armor flying away. The long, sharp claws extended from his massive paw and he shot his powerful arm against the wizard, but his attack collided against an invisible force field, and the strength of the impact picked up a blast of wind that made his mane and the black robes flutter.

Then Mad Circus sighed and flickered the lion, shooting him all the way to the wall and making more of his armor fall off until he dropped to the ground.

Leonidas had to use all the power and courage he had left just to look up and see the wizard approach him in silence. He knew that was it; that he wouldn't make it out no matter what, and thought about just giving in to the black mantle of unconsciousness to suffer less. But just as he was about to close his eyes he saw Mad Circus stop in shock and look away, covering his own.

"Oh my God, you're naked! Dude, have some respect!" the lion regarded him curiously before looking down, pieces of his armor strewn around, leaving his body half naked and his nine inches of flaccid lion meat exposed. "Damn, you're fucking hung."

"Stop staring at it!" Leonidas yelled, blushing, and covered his naked manhood with the newfound strength brought by the shame of being seen by another man. And with that same strength burning through him, he stood up with his sword in hand. "That's it! You're go-

He never got to finish his sentence as he felt a crushing force press him against the wall and push him up in the air.

"Do you want me to get serious?" Mad Circus asked, for the first time with no mirth or mockery in his voice. "Because I'm telling you right now, there's no way you come out on top if I get serious. Bes case scenario, you die!"

Leonidas could already feel the force pushing him harder against the rock, slipping through his pores and chipping and cracking his bones and his blood vessels. The pain was such that he couldn't even scream. But instead of death he felt the hard ground greeting him again when the force stopped and he was still alive.

"I can't kill you with your dick staring at me! It's fucking distracting!" Mad Circus yelled and buried his face in his hands to muffle the exasperated howl that followed. But that howl also stopped all of a sudden and the wizard instead looked at the lion with a playful grin. "I have an idea~"

Leonidas managed to register his voice and looked up, only to find the wizard squatting in front of him with a finger pointed at his forehead.

"Boop."

"Wha-

And Leonidas fell asleep.

---

The morning sunlight hit his eyes and Leonidas had no option but to open them, blinking repeatedly to let them adjust. A yawn made its way from his lungs and out of his lips and he stretched with it, lazily scratching his chest. Two things became clear to him then: The first, that he was naked; the second, that he was lying down against a tree. Being naked outdoors was no new experience to him but not being able to remember how it had happened was at least a tad worrying; then again, he had never felt so light and relaxed before, so he figured that could wait.

A look to his right and he saw the town, slowly remembering the last time he had been there, meeting with the master, almost getting to bed with that lovely rabbit girl -Cary, if he recalled correctly-, getting rudely interrupted by the master to tell him... To tell him what?

His forehead started throbbing, not in pain but in discomfort, and his hand instinctively shot up to rub it. Whatever it was it couldn't be too relevant, or it wouldn't be so hard to remember, correct? So for now he could just lean back, enjoy the warmth of the morning sun and the gentle prickling of the grass against his butt, and the touch of his hand down his muscular torso.

He had never quite understood why, but his own body turned him on. The width of his shoulders, the thick arms, the broad, strong chest, so plump to the touch and to his own groping and pinching always elicited low, content rumbles out of him when the image made it to his head. He always kept his mane long and clean, and his beard properly trimmed, all for the picture of the pristine knight the queen demanded of them, but he had always considered it a bother. That was why the thick fur on his pits and chest was always mangy and unkempt, and just musky enough to drive the ladies crazy, or to drive himself crazy when it was strong enough to hit him all the way from his hefty balls.

Of all things, especially, the thought of his balls and the massive shaft that hung above them made the lion's loins heat up furiously, shooting the need all through his body, filling his veins and drowning his brain with lustful desires. Naturally, his hand lowered, going down the treasure trail his fur formed through his marked, powerful, delectable abs, leading to his exquisite manhood. He was fucking hung, as someone had once said-

Leonidas' eyes shot open. Those were Mad Circus' words.

The memories came back to him in a single strike; his mission, the master's info, his journey through the Oak Forest and his battle with the wizard all the way to his black out, and then... he woke up here, naked. What exactly happened in between? How long had it been since then? What had the wizard done to him? And why the hell was he naked!?

His urges could wait. Right now he had to find out what happened and properly prepare for his next encounter with the magician. He desperately looked around until his eyes caught a white glimpse off to the side, and turning around saw his armor lying a few feet away. Why the wizard had kept him so close to it instead of destroying it and leave him unprotected was beyond him, but he had no time to complain. He got up...

And almost immediately fell down. His feline reflexes made his arms hold him up from the ground, keeping his face from taking the hit, but not from showing his confusion. He hadn't tripped with anything; rather, he had simply lost his balance, in a way that, for some reason he couldn't quite grasp, reminded him of how friends who had lost their tails or some of their toes explained the feeling. But he could still feel his tail swaying and his toes curling, so there should've been no reason for him to lose his balance.

But before he could continue to ponder on it, the heat from his loins assaulted him again, strong enough to force him into stifling a needy moan. He couldn't remember ever being this horny before, ever having his body urge him to please himself so adamantly, but it was enough for him to give in and put Mad Circus on the second plane for now.

So his hand trailed down his body again; down his thick pecs, his washboard abs, enjoying the soft feeling of his fur along the way until his fingers reached and rubbed along the edge of his wet lips, going up and down the fleshy hole, preparing to push in-

"What?" Leo's purrs stopped.

He quickly sat back up and spread his legs, and his eyes widened as they watched, in sheer horror, that instead of the massive, proud, fat lion cock he had sported and bragged about his entire life, the thing between them was a hot, wet pussy, squirting a bit from his touch.

And of course...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

---

In this bar, where screams, laughter and music filled the air, and where fights very rarely broke out, if a sound managed to make itself heard above the noise, it would gather everyone's attention. That wasn't the case with Leonidas Lionheart as he quietly opened the door and dragged his feet to the counter. His head was down, his shoulders were slouched, and the once shining white armor had lost its glimmer, and it just looked plain dull now. He was an unsightly thing to watch, and therefore, no one watched him.

He finally flopped on a stool and let his head fall on top of the counter, not caring in the least about the sticky feeling it left on his cheek. Right after waking up and seeing... 'that', he had quickly averted his eyes and put all his effort into standing up, walking over to his armor and fastening it in place, all while keeping his sight away from 'that'. And on his way over to the town he had convinced himself that it all had to be a nightmare; that none of what happened was real, and so, it didn't matter whether or not his cheek was left a mess of spilt beer.

He had woken up feeling like a champion, the best he had felt in years, and in seconds had crumbled down into a nervous wreck and a defeated beast. He was exhausted; just walking to town had drained him of all physical and mental strength, and his eyelids only remained up out of habit. He didn't care if he was in the bar, if the people would see an imperial knight snoring in a tavern, reeking of mead and booze and assume he had just blacked out like some common drunk; all he wanted was to fall asleep, to rest and wake up from this horrible dream, back in his bed with a beautiful maiden on each side and his cum-drenched manhood in front of him, saluting proudly and congratulating him for his conquer.

But a heavy mug loudly crashing on the wooden counter next to his head made him jump in surprise. The tiredness washed away the shock in less than a second and the lion looked at the bar owner on the other side, staring at him with a bright grin.

"You look like shit, boy!" he said with a little more mirth than necessary. "Nothing a good ol' pint of ale can't fix! And I did owed ya one!"

"Thanks master, but I'm not in a drinking mood. I'd rather..." Leo's words became slower until a full stop as he started noticing things he had never thought about before. Things like how the master's body was rather stout, how perfectly round his gut was and how it didn't match the wide, square pecs that were so blatantly visible under his apron, covered by a thick carpet of ginger hair that extended to his large arms, and most likely to his sweaty, musky pits. His insides started burning and he could feel his loins and his cunt getting soaked as he kept admiring the gruff man in front of him, wondering how his manly cock would feel inside-

No, stop! STOP! What the hell was wrong with him? Checking out another man so full of lust, and the master at that! That wasn't him! Just because he liked his own dick it didn't mean he liked other men's (right?)! It was all because of that infernal cunt Mad Circus had forced on him, and whatever else wicked and sick magic the wizard had thrown his way.

"I'd rather get some sleep," he finished saying, rubbing his eyes to convince the master. Not like he was lying, spent as he was, but his main reason was that he couldn't keep seeing such a stud without knowing what his new magical libido would make him do.

"It's unlike you to reject a drink so readily. And I wanted to hear how you had fared against this magic fella," the master answered and took the mug back, taking a big gulp out of it with enough dripping on his naked chest to make Leo push down the desire to lick him clean. "It must be quite the story to keep you away for three days."

"It's been three days!?" Leo shot up from the stool and looked down at the bartender with a maddened expression. The only thing he could register was a strange drumming in his ears, coming from somewhere near him.

After a moment he noticed the music and all other noise had stopped, and that the drumming sound was his own heartbeat. He turned around and every other patron on the tavern was staring at him, shocked and annoyed. He awkwardly smiled at them, but their hateful gazes were too much to stand, so he turned around and sank back down on his seat in embarrassment, looking up only to meet with the master's eyes and the fatherly expression they gave him. It was a face he had never seen the old man make.

"Leo, are you sure you're ok?" he asked in a worried, yet authoritative tone that would've broken even the arrogant Leonidas in most situations, but hearing the music and the voices start again behind him erased the tension in the ear that had formed with his outburst, and made it easier for him to ignore the owner's concern.

"I told you, I just need some sleep. We can talk after I get some rest."

"...Alright," the master didn't seem our sound convinced in the least, but he was a smart man and knew when to fold them. "Take number three, as usual. I'll make sure no one bothers you."

"Thanks," Leo said and went up the stairs, leaving the ruckus of the lower floor to go for the quiet of the room he stayed in every time he came to town, and locked the door. It was ironic, he thought for a moment, to keep the room so silent when he usually used it for his encounters with the girls around town.

Immediately after that thought crossed his mind, the large ham he had for a hand ripped the piece of the armor in his crotch off his body and freed his soaked thighs from the dry heat inside the metal. Down there was 'that', slowly oozing its juices, anxious to be touched, pierced, taken care of... Leonidas had to bite his lower lip to keep from uttering the F word, which was exactly what 'that' wanted.

Leo's breathing was so deep that his chest expanded all the way to his armor, and he could feel the cold touch of the metal on his muscles. The heat 'that' spread through his body was unbearable, and it slowly ate away at his willpower and his every thought. In other words, he was horny. 'That' wouldn't let him focus on anything else until it was calmed down, just like his heavy sack wouldn't leave him alone back when he still had it.

He sighed in defeat and took the armor off his right arm, watching the muscular limb flex in anticipation. His hand reached down and rubbed along the edges, and his other hand covered his snout to muffle the moan that the slight touch elicited from him. It was far more sensitive than he had expected, but he wasn't entirely against it. The more his fingers trailed the wet lips, the longer and deeper the sounds coming out of him became.

Yet the heat only became fiercer, spreading further down his body, reaching the tip of his eager fingers, making them tingle and twitch with the yearn of his warm insides. 'That' was making him touch it, screaming at him to please it, to please himself, and he couldn't bear to fight the urge anymore.

His finger finally pushed against the otherwise untouched walls of his new, tender flesh and disappeared inside 'that'. A short, loud moan that quickly transitioned into a gasp left his lips and filled the room, and it would've surpassed the noise downstairs had he not been covering his mouth. His knees weakened and he fell down, his armor producing a heavy thud against the wooden floor, and he had to put his hand on the wall to keep his upper body from following suit. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed his finger further in, pursing his lips along the way, and once he reached a point in which he could no longer keep going, he pulled it out, repeating the process with a gentle pace, keeping his teeth painfully gritted all the while, yet still unable to keep the rough grunts down as his tight walls pressed against the invader and sent him jolts of electric delight as they were expanded.

When he started feeling the heat reaching that familiar moment of climax, he took his finger out, scared of what else could happen or what it could mean if he reached an orgasm through 'that'. Instead he pressed his back against the door, panting, his chest still touching the armor and his heat spreading back as 'that' demanded him to finish. He looked down at his hand, the naked one, the one that had been inside him, and saw his finger glisten with a delectable coat of juices, almost invisible but with a smell so powerful, so surprisingly masculine, that it almost overwhelmed him and allured him at the same time. The heat in his loins kept rising, telling him to proceed, to enjoy, and his will kept crumbling as he licked the juices off his claw.

The taste was sweet, like that of the many women he had been with in his life, but lathered with a stronger bitterness lying underneath. He liked it, surprisingly enough, and his finger vanished once again, this time through his mouth and down to the back of his throat, his tongue rolling and twirling around it, tingling at the new sensations the taste produced in him.

"Leo?" a voice and a knock came from the other side of the door and Leo froze. "Master said you were up here, and that maybe you'd like some company."

Leo remained silent, quite literally like a kid sucking on his finger, as he tried his best to recognize that voice. It was the bunny lady from last time -Cary, right?-, and if she had been honest about last time then she was here to spend a while with him. Any other day he would've thanked the master, blessed the man's discretion, for sending her and her alone to his room and letting him have some fun before falling asleep. Any other day.

"A-Actually, I'm really tired, so..." he said to try and make her leave in the least rude way possible, and trying not to think of her sweet curves, her slender, feminine figure and the velvety treasure hiding between her legs. How nice it would be to press against it, to have their lips kiss each other and share their juices all night, watching her expressions at all those new-

Why was he thinking like that!? It had to stop. Why was it so hot, why did it feel so good, to think of enjoying her pussy with his own? NO! At least he found some solace in the fact that he still found women attractive, not like the master's gruff, thick body was in the least dislikeable, and maybe if he could have both at once, enjoy her soft breasts and his large pecs, her warm insides and his throbbing manhood- What the fuck, no!!!

Such was the storm of haywire thoughts going around in Leonidas' head, hazed by the thick curtain of steam that the heat caused by 'that' put in front of his eyes.

"Are you sure? I was really looking forward to it," she insisted in a sultry whisper that drove Leo insane, but he bit his tongue to keep from breaking to her charms.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Next time, I promise," he said, throwing in a yawn as a safety measure.

"Alright," she sighed. "But you better get ready then, stud. We're gonna have a lot of catching up to do," and then Leo heard the sound of her soft footsteps as she left.

And he sighed in victory, but only for a second before the heat caught his attention again and started filling his head with enticing images; images of Cary's naked body, of the master's thick muscles, of the two rubbing against one another into a wriggling, sweaty mess, touching and feeling each other, their hands restless for something to grab, grope, squeeze and pull, and their lips parting from their kiss to look at him and invite him to join them.

Leonidas fell on all fours at the thought, and his hand reached back to his burning loins, to where his desires converged into a powerful fire that called for his touch to be put out. Once again, his fingers trailed the sensitive edges of his cunt, his warm fluids seeping and oozing, lubing it in preparation for anything to force its way in and calm the fierce lust it caused on him. As soon as he realized that, Leo knew that a simple touch wouldn't be enough to end with the heat.

His finger pierced his hungry pussy in one go and the same jolt of pleasure shot up his spine at surprising speed, making him moan in a voice he had only heard from the most sensitive women that had tried taking his dick, but he hardly cared anymore. All that mattered were his hands on his wet pussy, taking care of his intense arousal, massaging his inner walls and caressing his eager lips, spreading it more and more and feeling as his juices rushed out and matted the thick fur around it. It was simply splendid; exquisite how a slight touch could ignite his body so much, make him tremble and yet wish for more.

He desperately crawled his way forward, almost inhumanely, until his free arm could reach the bed and pull the sheets to the floor, making a pillow fall beneath him for his head to rest. Then he dared and pushed a second finger inside, and even though he bit the pillow to muffle it, his roar made the entire room tremble as his virgin cunt expanded, and his fingers hurried in and out in and out of it in a blur. The heat kept growing and his skin got covered in a thick film of sweat as he felt his pussy get slicker and the closeness to his climax spread throughout his body.

His roaring became grunting when the soft muscle of his inner walls started clamping around his fingers, slowing them down and prolonging the exquisite sensation. His hand clawed at the floor, at the sheets, at anything he could get a hold on, desperate for something that could serve as an anchor for his slipping self-control. The hot insides flared with more intensity by the second, turning him into a beast of pleasure yearning to be touched and filled, dreaming with large, thick, throbbing cocks, warm to the touch and dripping with white, hot seed; dreaming of his own nine inches of lion cock filling his pussy to the brim and beyond, until his cunt overflowed with cum.

All the heat and arousal reached its peak and exploded in a fountain of hot juices out of his abused pussy, and his whole body shook furiously as his loins emptied and he bit down on the fabric of the pillow, hard enough for his fangs to meet in the middle. When the cascade on his crotch stopped he dared to look down; the fur on his thighs was coated and linked in a web of fluids that shone with the same light that appeared on Leo's hungry eyes, but before he could do anything about it his hips gave in and he fell to the ground, basking in the afterglow of his pussy's first orgasm.

But even with his hurried breathing, Leonidas' mind focused on the task at hand once the haze in his eyes dissipated. As delicious as the touch on his cunt felt, he still remembered how his natural body was supposed to look and feel like, and he still had every intention of going after Mad Circus to get it back.

Then a slight heat started again... and perhaps he could go after one or two more experimental sessions.

---

After more orgasms than he was willing to admit, Leonidas had set foot again into the Oak Forest, determined to recover his body and his honor from the grasp of that wicked magician. The forest around him still overflowed with life, but instead of reaching and bathing him it seemed to step away as it felt his anger.

He reached the place in the mountain where the entrance to Mad Circus' cave had been last time, but in front of him there was nothing more than flat rock, untouched by human hands. But it was hardly enough to fool him; to keep all that unbound power undetected. It was obvious that the magician wanted Leonidas specifically to find him. To gloat and mock him, most likely. That worked for him, though; all he needed was a chance in front of the magician to get back what was his, whatever means necessary.

"Mad Circus!" he yelled at the rock. "Come out here and face me like a man!"

"What was that?" a somewhat distorted version of the magician's voice came from the rock itself, and Leo's hand shot to his sword in preparation. "Oh, a customer! I'm sorry, sir! We're in the middle of our seasonal move and everything's been packed away. If you'd like, though, we can give you our next address; it's a long way to the west though, so-

"You don't remember me!?" Leonidas roared between gritted fangs, more in indignation than anger.

"I... apologize, sir. We have a lot of business during this time of the year, so it's tough to keep track of everyone," he said in an admittedly apologetic voice, but not even that or the seething anger could keep Leonidas' irony sensors from remembering the empty cave from a few days back. "As an apology, how about a free love potion? Not like a guy like you needs a love potion to get any girl in town."

That was the last drop. Screaming in fury, Leonidas unsheathed his weapon and cleaved it in the rock with a single strike, and the stone in front of him fizzled for a second because of the blade's magical power and the immense anger it channeled from the lion.

"You will undo the spell you cast on me right now!"

"Wow! Ok, pal. First of all, rude! Who stabs someone's door like that? You need to calm your tits the heckfuck down," Mad Circus' calm voice said, but Leo ignored him and kept pushing the blade down on the fake rockbed to try and open the entrance, and personally end the wizard's antics. "Now, if what you wanted was a refund you should've said that from the beginning. Let's see the spell."

"See it...?" Leonidas recoiled for a moment and blushed, his eyes darting down to his crotch where his new vagina had finally cooled down after what had seemed like hours of dedicated touch.

"Yeah, I have to see it to know how to break it."

Leo dropped to his knees and held his head while screaming to the sky in frustration. It wasn't enough for this wretched wizard to disfigure him and turn him into (more of) a sex-crazed beast, but now he was forcing him into further humiliation by making him willingly show his transformed body? That was taking it too far!

But knowing Mad Circus as much as he did by now, he was certain that there was no such thing for him as 'going too far'. His fingers twitched slightly, but even as reluctant as he was he still went for the crotch armor and slowly peeled it off his skin, showing his new, fresh cunt to the forest. At first he just sat there and nothing happened, and the nearly chilling silence remained for a couple minutes...

"Oh, wait! You're the lion guy that came around the other day!" Mad Circus' voice laughed and Leo's fist clenched to keep him from angering the wizard enough to give him a pair of breasts to go with. "I remember now, you wanted to kill me for... some reason, whatever. Still hella rude, so I took your dick to take you down a notch. Oh God, I remember! You're the pussy with a pussy!" the magician cackled from within the confines of his cavern and Leo couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fix me up, bastard!" he yelled and marked each word with a heavy swing of his sword, leaving deep gashes in the illusory wall that kept him from cutting own Mad Circus with his own claws, until it exploded outwards and a huge chunk pressed him against a tree, leaving him unable to move.

"You don't have to be so intense, jeez," the wizard said as he stepped out of the cave, his long robes brushing the ground and an enormous bag hanging from his shoulder. Leo's arms flailed to try and reach him, but it was of course useless. "You get what you deserve for storming in on someone's place and trying to go crazy murder on them. I mean, who does that?"

"You will give me back my body or I-

"Or what?" he turned, and the black eyes that greeted him reminded Leo, as his blood froze, his fur crisped and his brain screamed at him how biting his tongue off was a better option, what kind of almighty devil he was facing. "Remember how lucky you are just for still being alive, young one. Besides," Mad Circus turned back and the air around them went back to the lighter tone so typical of him, "it's too damn fun to picture you squirming over it! So you're gonna keep that sexy vajayjay, kitty. Toodles!"

"Wait! Can you at least break the libido spell?"

Mad Circus stopped and regarded him curiously. And then a Cheshire grin formed on his face.

"You'll have to take enough dicks for that," and in a wisp of smoke, he disappeared.

The rock pinning Leo down vanished, and true to his feline nature he reflexively fell on both feet, even though his mind was blank. At that moment he dropped on his knees and covered his face oh his large hands to muffle down the long frustrated groan that had been waiting for so long in his throat. In the end all his effort had been for nothing, and all he had to show for himself was a slick cunt between his legs, and the paralyzing need spreading from it all ov-

Holy crap, again!?

No matter how much he tried, his arousal would come back to him mere moments later. Those damned lips were insatiable, and his empty insides would always demand him to fill them. 'Enough dicks', Mad Circus had said...

Three days earlier, if faced with the idea of sleeping with other men, being defiled and penetrated by them, he would've felt such indignation to the point of tarnishing his position by drawing his blade out. But now, with a pair of waking lips lodged between his thighs screaming at him to fill them up...

He looked down again. Once the initial shock ended, they were indeed beautiful; he would've enjoyed tasting them had they been in any woman he'd met before. And the bliss that touching and pleasuring them brought him was so intense that he couldn't keep the short sparks of creativity and inspiration from striking.

And when he looked at the powerful sword in his hands, it was once such strike what drove him to bury it on the ground in front of him and stroke the hilt with a familiar touch while pressing it against the hungry pussy. The cold metal did little to cool down his urges, instead causing them to flare up, as if those lips recognized his idea and approved of it.

His legs rose from the ground and the wet cunt hovered above the weapon's handle. Carefully, nervously, yet eagerly, Leonidas lowered his body and the gorgeously crafted weapon spread his lips apart and made his inner walls expand, flooding his body with that exquisite sense of aroused completeness once again. It was such an alien sensation, feeling the ridges and curves of the decorated handle, and his muscles as they contracted around them, but one so delightful that he had to bite his lower lip to keep the moans from coming out.

He took a minute to calm down his shaky breathing after his crotch touched the ground. He tried reaching down, only to find the armor in the way, and ripped it off his stomach and chest, leaving only his arms and legs covered, and his defined abs and pecs exposed for his hands to tenderly explore them. Of course, he couldn't feel the sword bulging against his muscles, but somehow his fingers were able to trace its delicate contours through his flesh. The idea of it being inside him made him shudder, and he envied women everywhere for keeping such pleasure to themselves.

When pictures of delicate female bodies being continuously rammed flooded his mind and made the fire in his loins burn stronger, he surprised himself wishing to be one of those women and be filled by a thick manhood. And his hips answered to his wishes by pulling up and down, massaging his hot cunt with those intricate engravings and making his whole body tremble.

The metal's cold had quickly been substituted by his own body heat, and with inner walls pressing so much against it, it was almost as if the weapon's handle was throbbing inside him, like a real man's cock forcing his way in him; and in the same manner he kept squeezing to try and milk out as much of that hot, rich seed as possible.

His hands became restless and went up from his stomach, around the place where he felt the tip of the handle to be, and started kneading his massive pecs, massaging and squeezing as much of the flesh as possible, tweaking his perky nipples like he enjoyed doing long before his pussy appeared. Other men would appreciate it, he was sure of that, and the thought of twisting and biting a guy's nipples and pressing their plump chests together as he fucked his cunt hard made his breathing rush in excitement.

His humping became faster and harder, his cunt already squirting all the hot and sweet juices and fluids it could muster, coating the blade's handle and making soft squishing sounds every time he went down on it; and every time those sounds made Leo whimper and squeeze his large mantits harder. The more he plowed himself with his weapon, the faster he forced himself to go, his body heating up from the speed and the delectable sensations it all produced on him. He was driving it towards the edge, he could feel it forcing its way up his spine and down his loins, and he was trying very hard to hold back and prolong the pressure as much as possible. Trying and failing.

With a powerful roar that shook the forest around him, Leonidas felt his cunt burst with a flood of hot white juices down his sword and thighs, sticking to his fur and once again making a spider web pattern of sticky white strands connecting his legs together. The warm fluids cascaded down from his lips and on the ground underneath as a tired Leo lazily kept working the shaft of his weapon until he finally stopped to look down at his work. On the ground between his legs had formed a puddle of juices as white as his cum had once been. It was thicker than any woman's he had ever seen, but to liquid to be properly called jizz; it was his own unique essence, a fact he took strange pride on.

For a few seconds several ideas crossed his mind, particularly those involving drinking and swallowing his juices, making him think he probably had an oral fixation with it. But as the veil of arousal lifted off his eyes in the wake of his powerful orgasm, those thoughts were replaced by tiredness and a somewhat shameful realization of what he had done.

His insides had finally calmed down, and once again he was the usual Leonidas Lionheart; still unsure of how to feel about his newly formed vagina, still unable of standing for long after bursting out. He was supposed to be a man and have the body of a man, but something that felt so good couldn't possibly be bad, right?

Either way, the one thing he could guarantee was that his climax had left him exhausted, and that the grass looked surprisingly comfortable. A single yawn was the last sound he let out before sprawling down on the ground, his weapon still lodged deep inside his pussy, and he let the mantle of sleep wash away his worries, if only for a while. Perhaps when he woke up he could figure things out. And if he couldn't, he could probably learn how to live and please this new body of his.

He had done well so far, after all.