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In the morning when he woke that day, King Faron had everything in order.

He had the perfect outfit for his son's soon to be birthday celebration, a perfect wife who put up with more from him than any woman ever logically should, and a kingdom full of subjects who were loyal to him without question, be it from fear, or a genuine liking of his character.

"Quit whining, you little skank! It's barely even in there!"

A little bit after noon, it was already the worst day of his life, and it didn't have the makings of getting any better. Transformed in front of his own family and being fucked hard with the head of his own scepter, he was now a female lioness, named Farona, and only wished that she had the shame to keep herself from gasping out loud as a strange, foreign object plunged itself into her virgin depths.

His wife, knowing the extent of his adulterous ways, was actually watching with sincere enjoyment as Farona tried to adjust to the wide, unusual shape inside of her painfully tight, unprepared sex, but there was nothing she could do. Her body was paralyzed, and even if she could move her paws, she didn't think that gripping the edge of the stairs leading up to her former throne would have helped too much.

"Why does she seem to be enjoying it? I feel like that should be tearing her up pretty well inside..."

Queen Anaria didn't care just how horrible she might sound to her mortified daughters. Whether it was the shock of seeing her husband transformed on such a proud occasion, or the fact that she was finally able to be honest with her opinion about him, she wasn't going to hold anything back anymore, and despite her deserving it, Farona felt betrayed that her own wife would want to see her suffer.

"My spell transforms a person two times in the same stroke," Luda, the witch who had ruined the moment, explained. "First, into an animal of my choice...and then, I transform the emotions of the person, so that they'll have quite a surprise when I decide to have my way with them. For example, Farona here was riddled with fear when I cast my spell upon her...but do you know what fear becomes, when tainted with magic?"

The queen shook her head silently.

" Lust...and this cute little feline slut is probably already about to climax from it!"

It would have been wasteful for Luda to focus only on the former king, however, as she could almost smell the fear coming off of the two princesses. "You two dearies look ripe for the picking, speaking of."

Enjoying her husband's suffering backfired on Queen Anaria, who tried to leap up from her throne, but her body was still having trouble with the thick, heavy weight of her child around her stomach, and straining made her feel dizzy, as she fell back into her chair. "W-wait! Don't take it out on them!" she protested, as she struggled within a seat that she worried she might never rise from. "They've done nothing to deserve your scorn! They're innocent in all of this!"

"You can't make it into heaven if you don't pay for the sins of your fathers," Luda replied, "And even if these girls were baptized this morning, their father was, and still is, a terrible, lecherous creature. If my revenge is to be complete, they're going to have to pay the price, as well!"

"No...n-no, please don't!" Anaria protested, but she could already see that Luda's mind was made up. The witch gave a particularly hard thrust with the scepter, burying it deep inside of Farona's gaping womanhood and leaving the lioness to tremble helplessly on the steps as the witch turned her attention to the pair of young, nervous, and silent ladies.

The wand was already in motion before either one of them mustered up the courage to run. "Don't worry, my little pretties. I'll be taking very good care of you...mercy is not beyond my mental capacity. Just take a deep breath, and this will all be over before you know it!"

Bright, glowing light dashed from the end of the wand and surrounded each of the daughters. Their clothes, once a truly fine example of the best weavers in all of the kingdom, began to disintegrate, and dots of color rose up into the air as each of the two daughters was left sitting naked, next to the other.

"Girls like you with a terrible monster for a father and an empty shell for a mother often find comfort in each other," Luda pointed out. "I don't suppose the two of you have ever shared a greater moment of passion than your father would allow?"

That was finally the line to be crossed, as the older sister, Melanie, stood up straight from her throne, despite her body being bare of a single thread. "How dare you make such an assumption about us?! Incest is a terrible crime, you sick, perverted wench!"

"Just callin' it how I see it," the witch replied, carrying a much more casual tone in her voice than the proper manner of speaking that the royal family was accustomed to. "But according to you, you two have never crossed the line and shared each others bodies...and I don't think you know what a terrible gift you've wasted, in that regard. You're truly a gorgeous pair of siblings."

Melanie was just a few years older than her younger, more timid sister, Minerva. She'd always been overly protective of her younger sibling, and she knew of her father's terrible habits long before this day. She often worried that he might try and claim one of his own daughters as a bride some day, and drove it into Minerva's very being that incest was a crime of the highest order.

She'd come to regret that, as her body...slender, gorgeous, and bare, slowly began to grow over with a layer of fur.

"You two should learn to get along the way that only a pair of close sisters can," Luda suggested. "Show your mother just how much you two love each other...hm?"

It was a twisted prospect, at best, but it was one that the girls didn't have a choice in. Minerva watched in silent wonder as her sister sprouted a tail from just above her bare bottom, and the long, thin rope of flesh wiggled about, flailing wildly as it came into life. "Minerva...g-get out of here, now! You don't have to be a part of this!"

"Y-yes...I do..."

Melanie could see Minerva's body twitching against the magical field around it. She was timid, but she really was giving it everything she had to try and break free from the spell. It wasn't doing her one damn bit of good, and as the mother watched helplessly, she heard something that made the moment even worse for her.

"But even if I could escape, Melanie...I...I w-want this..."

Luda wasn't expecting to be so lucky with the young pair, but her face twisted up in delight as she heard the same thing that Anaria did. " Minerva! You...you don't know what you're saying!"

"Yes, I do," she replied, her voice soft as a feather against Melanie's ears as a similar coat of fur began to surround Minerva, as well. "Father always beat me when he was angry, and mom never did anything about it...and the princes all only wanted to molest me when father gave them his blessing...but you...you were always a harbor of comfort for me, Melanie. You actually loved me, even when you told me not to love you, the same...but...how could I not? How could I possibly resist the one true love that I've ever known in this world?"

Perhaps, in another world, Minerva's story would have been given the longer credence it deserved. Even Luda felt a hint of guilt in the pit of her heart when she whispered to Minerva, "Resist no longer, my child. Your love is waiting for you," but the witch made up her mind long before, and she wasn't going to let her sympathy for a young woman alter her plans any further. Before the day was through, Luda was going to watch the sisters engage in an act that they might have never done otherwise, and even if she had to use magic to make it happen, she would happily go to such a length.

Melanie was trembling once again as she tried to keep a strong stance on her legs, but her feet felt like they might slip on the floor as thick, heavy pads grew out from otherwise flat soles. She didn't know how to adjust, but as she lifted a foot, she could see powerful, gritty pawpads coming to shape as her whole foot grew just a little bit wider and thicker. "Please...d-don't force this on us," Melanie pleaded with the witch, thinking that there might be a scrap of mercy hiding in what was otherwise a completely dark and hateful soul.

"I'm not forcing anything," Luda suggested. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm just helping little Minerva relax so that she can enjoy the fullest extent of her relationship with you..."

Living in a time when sexuality among women was repressed to begin with, Melanie had scarcely ever touched her own womanhood in an effort to achieve climax. She regretted being so timid with her own body as it continued to shift, and a once proud, obvious clit grew out and away from her body. The queen looked on in horror as her daughter's sex was changed by the magical energies around it, and as her labia puffed out and grew wrinkled, her clit elongated to the point that it hung down over the front of her body. Soft, supple breasts that drew the attention of almost every single nobleman in the country began to shrink back into her body, and with a cry of frustration, she fell down to her knees and began roaming her paws over her own body, in the hopes that she might feel something other than fur.

She did indeed, but it was the growing shaft of a male genitalia, throbbing uncontrollably and lifting away from her body.

"Your sister would love you in any form that you took, Melanie...so I thought I might give you a form that she could most appreciate," Luda explained. Her wand was still dancing as a coat of fur finished surrounding Minerva, as well, just in time for the growing snout of her nose to become a full, stout muzzle, and her eyes to sharpen with a cat-like quality. "And for you, I've turned her into the perfect feline mate...if you should so much as give in to the desire that your body clearly feels, she's yours for the taking."

Melanie was trying not to shed tears in front of the cruel witch, but a part of her body was definitely leaking. The tip of her fresh, brand new cock was already drooling precum onto the stairs of the court, and Minerva gazed over the display shamelessly; the magic only changed her outside appearance, but her inner desire for her sister, or rather, her brother, now, was amplified. She could feel tiny strands of feminine juice dripping down from her sex as she gazed over Melanie, just like she'd done so many times in the past, but this time, there was nothing left to lose, and nothing to stop her.

She fell right to her knees and crawled to her brother, gazing up at the transformed wildcat with eyes that were every bit as wide and innocent as Melanie remembered, and yet, there was a greater clarity in them, now that Minerva's secret lust for her brother had been revealed.

It kept Melanie frozen with inaction as his feline sister wrapped a paw around the base of the barbed cock and slurped her tongue right through the dripping trail of precum.

"Now...isn't that a precious moment to share in front of your two mothers?" Luda taunted the feline pair as Melanie tried not to shudder with delight. He immediately failed, as Minerva wrapped her lips around the offered flesh and began to suckle delicately at it, wanting to savor the moment that she'd been dreaming of since she was a little girl. "Speaking of your two mothers...just where the hell do you think you're going, Farona?"

The former king couldn't stand to see what had happened to his family, and even if it might be a fitting punishment for a man who took them for granted his entire life, she was now a lioness who'd only known punishment in her short existence, and she couldn't tolerate too much of it. She was trying to crawl out through the mostly empty royal court as her own children began fondling each other, but the moment that Luda noticed, she turned her magic onto the lioness, instead, dragging her back to the center of the stage.

Tearing the lush, smooth carpet as she was dragged back across it, Farona whimpered from the scepter that was still defiling her sex. She silently wished that she wouldn't be forced in front of her wife once again, but the witch was already at least a step ahead of her, as she used her magic to pin Farona on the ground right before the pregnant queen. "Why don't you show your loving wife just how much you enjoy watching your children fuck?" Luda asked, though Farona knew that it was nothing short of an order.

Her arms tried to stay pinned to her sides, but there was nothing she could do against the powerful, magical forces at work. Quaking with shame as her eyes were forced to drink in the sight of Melanie slowly pushing Minerva down and mounting her backside, Farona felt her paw reaching back toward her rump to grip the handle of the scepter. There was a quick, sharp tug backward, and then a slow gentle easing forward as the lioness was completely dominated by Luda's wiles.

That didn't make it any less disgusting for Anaria to watch, and if she could have twisted her head away from the sight, she would have. Just to her side, and just within her range of vision, she could see Minerva's face twisting up in forbidden delight as her own brother pounded his long, barbed cock deep into her once virgin passage, and just in front of her, her transformed husband was pleasuring herself with her own scepter, plunging her depths with it and trying to bring herself to an orgasm.

Minerva's breasts swayed with the force of each and every thrust as Melanie relegated himself to his fate. He didn't think he'd ever be able to escape his new body, and guessing that this was to be the future for the royal family, the least that he could do was fulfill Minerva's desire to be fucked by her own sibling. Completely inexperienced with a cock, Melanie was glad to feel magical energies guiding his hips on each and every thrust, and though she was a virgin, Minerva listened to the feline instincts that now ran parallel to her human mind, giving her body the knowledge to buck her hips back forcefully against her own panting sibling.

For most, this would have been revenge enough against a man who had wrong them, but Luda wasn't satisfied with the results just yet. "Just in case you were thinking of pulling out, I strongly suggest that you don't," she cautioned Melanie. "If you do, I'm afraid that I'll be the one to knock up your sweet little sister."

Put between a rock and a hard place, Melanie gasped and leaned over, digging his claws into his sister's hips and thrusting even harder than before as he tried to bring his own body to a climax. He didn't relish in the thought, even then, and was still too confused to properly enjoy his sexual act, but the thought of someone else impregnating his sister with some kind of vile magic didn't sit well with the newly male wildcat.

The sound of his sack slapping against Minerva's thighs as he pounded into her and fucked her tight, virgin cunt with his incestuous cock filled poor Anaria's ears, and though she was putting on a brave face, the queen wasn't sure how much more she could take before she passed out, and she quietly prayed that if she did, she might never wake up.

Luda wouldn't allow this either, however, and with a flick of her wand, the magical energies came to surround the queen who had suffered so much already. "Don't think I forgot about you, Anaria. I suppose you think you've earned some kind of a pass, because of your previous issues with the rotten king? That's not how it works around here, love. Everyone has a price to pay for what's happened to me...yours just comes with a very thin silver lining."

Anaria couldn't imagine any sort of hidden value in the moment. She only hoped that the witch was getting exhausted from abusing her magic as she felt the aura changing her body, shifting her human form into something a little more reptilian. Her maiden family crest was that of a dragon, and as she felt scales popping up across the surface of her skin, she realized that her fate might not be so terrible, after all: She could easily devour her former husband if she took the form of a dragon, and perhaps even rescue her children in the process.

Those dreams were dashed in an instant as her arms began to wither away, shrinking back into her body until her wedding ring popped from her shrunken fingers, and her legs quickly began to follow suit.

"You had every opportunity to expose this terrible being for the adulterous fraud that he was, but you never took any of them...you enjoyed the luxuries of being a queen and lived a life of opulence that few can even begin to fathom. In my mind...that makes you just as much of a snake in the grass as the rest of them!"

Barely able to gaze down at her own body as her neck became uncomfortably stiff, Anaria quickly realized what she was becoming...and her brain was lost to the dark fantasies of how the day could possibly get any worse.