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Chapter 6

Veronica had led me back to our shared room, claiming we needed to have some 'alone time'. I wasn't sure if I was up for her brand of alone time after my time with Phaeleen and its surprising conclusion, but she never did take no for an answer. She closed the door behind us and pushed me over towards the bed, waiting until I was seated before she started to talk.

"What I meant," she said as she put a furry hand on my shoulder, "When I said you had grown up, is that you weren't just following me around like a lost dog. Men who choose their own paths are much better than docile ones." she trailed a finger slowly along my snout towards my nose as she gazed into my eyes, "But don't get any big ideas, I'm still the alpha bitch of the relationship."

I felt hot in the ears as I nodded at her, and soon we were kissing and hugging close. "So what will happen to Phaeleen, and those kids? I don't think I ever saw a kid running around, really, just the shorter less chesty women?" Veronica shrugged at this and leaned up to bite at my round lion ears, rubbing my belly all the while.

"I never bred, myself. Only a few women get chosen to bear any children at all. It's something of an exclusive honor. How does it work where you come from?" she asked as she slid around to straddle my lap, gently rubbing in close.

I leaned up and nuzzled slowly across her chest, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her body, "It's a bit complicated, but the basics are a man and a woman do what we do all the time, the woman gets pregnant and over a few months she gets big with a child growing inside of her. She gives birth," I reached between her legs to rub lightly, "And you have a baby."

She tilted her head, looking confused, "Baby? Never heard of that before, no matter. The small ones will be taken well care of, and you'll be helping in that matter. Their ceremony is later, and we're both to attend, with you as the guest of honor."

A soft knocking on the door had us both startle. Veronica shouted for them to come in, and Phaeleen's snout pushed into view, the rest of her following timidly behind as she eyed out intimate position with hesitation, "Um, thank you," she said, shuffling in place.

Veronica pushed me backwards with a hard shove, and I fell back to lie on the bed as she slid to her feet smoothly. She stepped across the room to Phaeleen and grabbed the cat by the shoulders. They were kissing then, hot and clutching, each seeming to grab up the other for a few moments before Phaeleen's embarrassment had her recoiling away, blushing terribly.

"That's my way of saying sorry," explained the vixen, "You should rest up, you have a lot ahead of you, and I hope we can get... better acquainted, in the future. You're delightfully innocent, just like him," she said, pointing to my prone form, "I'll enjoy working some of that off of you."

Phaeleen just nodded, looking mortified, and more than a little turned on. She fled the room rather than risk saying anything further, the door sliding shut as her tail pulled free.

Suddenly, veronica licked her snout, giving a soft mmm as she turned back to me and prowled to the bed, "She still tastes of you. You're such a delicious thing." she complimented as she slid up to lay beside me.

I felt drowsy, and fell asleep without even noticing. When I came to, I was laying beside a tub instead of on the bed. Veronica was there, grinning, "Look who's rejoined us." I heard a trio of giggles and I looked around quickly, spotting the three girls.

I pointed at the oxen, "Jaimie, right?" The oxen nodded quickly. I pointed to the squirrel next, "Sandra," Then the beaver, "Linda. What are you three doing here?" I asked as I pushed myself up to sit instead of laying there.

Linda pointed to the bath, "We just finished washing up, they said you were next, and we wanted to catch you." she explained as Sandra suddenly charged up and hugged me from the side, nuzzling against me.

"Thank you! This house is so much nicer than anywhere else I've been, and they said we're getting a huge party later," gushed the squirrel girl as she hugged, soon joined by oxen and beaver, trapping me between the three and their affectionate thankfulness. I couldn't think of what else to do but to smile and pet over them lightly. My body wanted to react, but I still felt a little sore and out of it. I felt a little grateful for that, unsure how to feel about these young females.

A soft cough sent the trio scattering. I turned to see the source and saw Phaeleen, dressed in bathing robes herself, gesturing for the girls to come closer, "Let's stop bothering him," she said in soft admonishment, "Even if we owe so much to the lion man with the golden heart and that magnificent penis." Even as the words tumbled from her leopard snout, she went dark red, as if she hadn't realized what she was going to say until she had already said it.

Veronica laughed, rising to her feet and pointing to Phaeleen, "If you're going to go all red every time you say anything, you might as well say something worth a mention. You're not a doctor, it's not a penis. It's a huge throbbing cock." she reached down, bending over as she grabbed at my sheath and stroked it gently, "A potent schlong... If you love it, you should call to it with loving words, not medicine words." She leaned past the organ and kissed me on the tip of my nose, and I reached to brush fingers across her face. She was so good at turning me on.

Linda tilted her head, "When should you use those words?" she asked innocently, gazing at the lewd acts with rapt attention.

Veronica released me, and moved over to a small cot nearby, raising her tail high over her back and looking over her shoulder as she fell to all fours, "Todd, come here and put that cock into my pussy and fuck me," she demanded before snorting softly, laughing and rising instead of giving me a chance to act on her wishes. She drew something from her clothing and tossed it at me. Catching it, I looked it over and smelled chocolate. "Eat that, it will get your strength back. We need you ready for the party later." She half lidded her eyes, "The girls will want you to be ready."

The trio went wide eyed, but were rapidly being ushered from the room by Phaeleen and were then out of sight. Phaeleen poked her head back in, looking at me even as my eyes rolled. "Is she always like this?" asked the cat.

"This is her on her better behavior," I replied, chewing the bar as I got to my feet. With veronica in easy reach, I swatted at her bottom, eliciting a pleased yelp from her. She then got serious about the task of cleaning and preparing me, and time moved swiftly before evening came around.

Veronica and I, freshly cleaned and feeling renewed, marched into the main hall. The whole family seemed to be in attendance, like the first night I had arrived. The three girls were present, Phaeleen was not. Before I could wonder about that too long, the Matriarch caught my eye and waved me closer.

"You have a sacred part in this ritual," she spoke to me quietly, "You must anoint the three young ones with the magic of our family, and your own virile energy. They will be full members, not servants, and must be properly imbued to show it," she reached for my face, gently rubbing my cheeks, "I can see you getting confused. Don't you worry. It will all come naturally."

She turned me to face the three girls, dressed prettily in white ribbons and bows. "Behold them, our newest family members. What do you feel when you see them?"

My lion body seemed to have one universal response for pretty females, and I could feel my pulse quickening as my shaft slid forward out of the sheath to thrust out into the air, thick and ready.

"See how he reacts. The male is pleased with our new sisters and is ready to greet them into the family," calls out the matriarch, to the nodding and applause of everyone else. The matriarch looked to the three short females and gestured to them, "And what say you. What do you see in this male?"

Linda stepped a foot forward, bobbing her head, "I see a kind and brave man, who..." she trailed a bit, reciting with a poor memory and a little improvisation, "is ready to show he wants us."

Linda stepped back, and Jaimie stepped forward, "I see a wonderful lion who is saluting us," and she giggled as she hopped back.

The squirrel girl Sandra was last, "I see our savior, and I am happy that he is so happy to see us."

The three joined hands with one another, glancing back and forth nervously as the Matriarch moved around me to get to them. "And what," she asked, "Do you wish him to do to you?"

They glanced once more at one another before they spoke together, clearly reciting something they were told earlier, "We want to be worthy of his cock. We hope to become gorgeous and to be fucked by him." They only barely made it through, dissolving into titters even as the matriarch gently gestured silence from them.

I was flabbergasted, though 'Little Todd' was rock hard from their words. "You are all already wonderful," I protested. The audience clapped and sighed in appreciation as the girls continued their giggling, pleased with what I said.

"You are commendable to praise our new sisters thus," speaks the Matriarch, "But their bodies should reflect the wondrous presence of their souls. Come, we will need your help," she says as she ushered all four of us to the central table, where three large cakes sat, each about a foot tall, made primarily of white cake, coated in several layers of frosting, fudge and decorations that transcended simple decoration to more artwork. I thought that it would almost be a shame to eat them. Fortunately, that would not be an issue.

A pair of vixens came up to the table, wheeling a cart between them that had three over-sized cream pies resting on the top. They paused in front of us, bowing to the Matriarch before scampering back into the audience. The matriarch stepped up to the cart, slowly running fingers from one metal tray to the next, "Three. That is how many sisters we have here today, waiting. Todd, step forward. I am told you have used something similar to these before."

I moved up to join her, my hardness bobbing with each step. Something about these rituals, they seemed to make me aroused enough to hurt. I reached where she led my hand, lifting up the first pie, "Each one must have one," she explained to me, "I cannot say more. The exchange is another way that you imprint your love on them. It is up to you."

I tried to think fast. What pie rituals to I know, hmmm... Suddenly an old skit came to mind, and I grinned at the absurdity of it. "Three whipped cream pies on the wall, three whipped cream pies," I said as I approached the oxen girl first. She looked up at me, and the pie, and glanced down at my steel rod before quickly looking back up at the pie. I crouched in front of her, "If one should just happen to," I brought the pie to her face with a wet squish, her squeak of a giggle muffled in tasty looking sugar as I splattered it across her muzzle and chest, "Only two whipped cream pies on the wall.

I rose and moved back to heft the second pie as the Jaimie pulled the tray free, licking at the pie and blinking to see better. "Two whipped cream pies on the wall, two whipped cream pies," I sang, feeling foolish, but everyone was staring with rapt attention. I had everyone going. I stepped over to the beaver, Linda, "If one should just happen to fall," I said, hovering the pie dramatically as she licked her lips and rubber her hands, almost vibrating with eagerness. I brought down the pie on top of her head, smearing it across her ears and running the pie down her back as she wriggled in place, "Only one pie left on the wall." I leaned in, licking a bit of the cream from an ear, then sneaking a kiss on her nose before rising to return to the cart.

I lifted the last pie gently, "One whipped cream pie on the wall, only one whipped cream pie." I moved towards Sandra squirrel on light feet, getting into the act whimsically. I waved the pie in front of her face tauntingly, "If that pie should happen to fall..." The squirrel surprised me, grabbing the pie platter and shoving her face in even as I held it. The other two girls broke out into loud laughter as she made a right mess of herself. I reached to gently pet her across the ears, smiling as I moved back to the cart, "No more whipped cream pies on the wall, no more left at all," I completed my song, gesturing at the empty space. The room exploded into applause before the Matriarch could gently quiet them with soothing gestures.

"We are almost finished," spoke the Matriarch as those two vixens hurried up and wheeled the cart away. "Todd, you must place each woman into the sacred sacrifice," she gestured to the cakes, "And bless them with a mark of full womanhood. This is your choice, as a male," She reached down and gave me a slow stroke from base to tip, "Your potency will guide them to full and wonderful fertility." she stepped back then, letting me to do it my way.

I reached for Jamie first. Why break tradition? I pulled her close, her body pressing to mine, my shaft jutting against her as I spoke softly in her ears, "I will give you supple strength to match the softness of your breasts," I paused a moment, she was like a cow... "Which will be thick and nourishing, healing those you share it with." I lifted her up and thrust her into the cake, face first. She muffedly squealed from inside the ruined baked treat, body seeming to glow as she wriggled with obvious pleasure.

I looked to to Linda next, and she hurried up to me. She leaned up even as I crouched down, and we touched noses together. "For you, my aquatic enchantress, I wish you great speed in your swimming, and the power to draw and protect others in your realm, sharing with them the power to breath safely while you share your love with them." I lifted her sleek body up and kissed her cheek before wetly pressing her into the cake. A small part of me wondered how they breathed submerged like that, but there was too much magic involved to worry for long, her body already glowing.

I turned to Sandra to find her already standing in front of me. She reached and grabbed at my throbbing member, "I have a request," she whispered to me, pulling me down until we were face to face. "I don't want magic breasts or water magic. I want you." I blushed darkly and leaned in to kiss the squirrel deeply as we embraced there, "You are a sweet thing, and you will have sweet buns, inciting others to delirious passion as they chase after you in the trees you will scale so well." I promised her as I pet over her back, "I can't give myself to you, I'm already taken."

I could hear Veronica shout from the audience, "You got that right, Stud!"

I coughed softly, and nuzzled the squirrel, "But she doesn't mind sharing me," I hefted her by the hips and thrust her forward into the last cake, wet spongy dessert splattering over much of her form.

The Matriarch stepped forward to the table, "The male has spoken his blessings. Rise, new sisters, rise and see what he has given you," she bids, reaching into the chocolaty mess to find a hand and draw each girl, no, woman, free. Each was now tall and well built, sporting the blessings I had named, on top of full womanhood. They were also covered in cake and pie, not that they seemed to mind much, gawking at each other's altered forms.

Linda leaned over to Jamie and licked free some of the mess on her face, "You taste delicious, sister," And the gesture was returned, the two starting to clean one another in an extended tongue bathing right there on the spot. They collapsed to the floor, enjoying their first bout of love making as full adults. Despite this, the Matriarch continued.

"Welcome our sisters into our folds. Though they are not vixens are we are, we shall know them as blood, and welcome them into all our lives," spoke the Matriarch as the witnesses clapped and nodded in approval. There was a general movement towards chairs as people started to resume the activities of dinner. It seemed the ritual was largely over.

I looked to the Matriarch, and Sandra, who were still standing there, "When does Phaeleen get welcomed?" I asked.

"Her ceremony is later. She is already a full woman. She faces a different challenge. Worry not, you will be called to attend, and to assist," said the Matriarch as she nudged Sandra to me, "I believe, for now, that there is still one left in need of a skilled tongue."

My tongue could wait! My cock felt like it could burst from all the tension. I grabbed the squirrel about her middle and hefted her up. I set her ass down onto one of the cakes and leaned in, licking at her now full breasts, nipping at her thick nipples as I purred for her. She squealed and reached for my ears, scratching at them delightfully as she leaned back, "Oh, my wish is coming true," she breathed shudderingly.

I clambered up onto the table after her, biting my way up to her throat as I aimed and pressed my sore tool between her thighs. She seized my rump and drew me against her, and I was engulfed in the hot tightness as I took her virginity in a squeal of pleasure. I could feel the cake being thoroughly crushed beneath us as we began to move against one another in our impassioned love making. My front was sticky and caked with what was on her front, shared like our pleasure as we became one in increasingly rapid motions.

I hefted her legs up, lifting her lower body as I drove in from a new angle, playing her trembling form like an instrument as she squealed and cried for me, squeezing at my tool so delightfully as I brought climax after climax to her. I felt like I was in a lustful fury. I would make this female happy in every possible way before I came, I was so determined, driving harder and harder. No matter how hard I pushed, it never seemed to hurt her, only make her wail with pleasure. Dimly, I realized I had interrupted dinner, as most of the eyes in the room were riveted on the act we were playing out on the table.

I released Sandra, only to flip her over onto her belly, face down in another of the cakes, driving into her from behind. One hand grabbed her tail, keeping it up and out of the way as I drove deeper and deeper into her sopping wet cunt, shuddering as my love for this new woman drove wild visions into my mind. I could hear startled murmering around the room, but couldn't make them out. I didn't care, all that mattered was fucking this tight squirrel. She drove back against me with an equaled fever pitch, looking over her shoulder at me even as I ground her into the syrupy mess that was left of the second cake, her words lost to utter sobs of unimagined delight.

I couldn't take anymore. I lifted her once more, and turned her to face me as I sat back, settling onto the last cake as I drove up into her, bouncing her in my lap as I kissed her, tasting her sweet female taste, and the cake that she had swallowed. I barely cared, all I knew was her, all I wanted was her, and she wanted me. We came together, my world contracting as I felt my shaft exploding powerfully inside her quivering hole, my entire body feeling like it was on fire with the lust, the magic of the moment. As I collapsed with her, wet, sticky, and utterly satiated, I could her Veronica and the Matriarch arguing about something, but I just couldn't draw up the energy to care as I fell asleep with Sandra warmly snuggled in my arms.