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Once, they'd considered these vast, dry lands to be badlands. Something uninhabitable by any living thing. And yes, certainly there was an argument for it. Not much grew here, at least beyond actively irrigated areas. But the lands were vast, quiet, and full of prey. Quickly, after that part of the world was discovered, many tribes of felines moved there. The always rebellious cougars were the first, and the lions and leopards not far behind. Nowadays, all of the kingdoms established back then were a little more mixed, nor were they purely feline any longer, but they all followed their own variant of the traditions established back in those days.

In the middle of the cluster of feline nations laid the Pridelands, the kingdom the lions had established ages ago. Traditionally, they were not only the most well-off of the "badlands" kingdoms, but the happiest one as well. Today, though, tragedy had struck before the sun first peeked over the horizon, and it wasn't until dawn that any of it was discovered.

The Pridelands glowed amber in the morning sun. Slowly, the kingdom began to warm up and awaken. Though a beautiful morning, a gloom seemed to hang over the land. Indeed, though nobody but her family yet knew it, Sanura, the queen of the land, had died that morning, and at far too young an age. The royal family, currently consisting of a shorter dynasty of lions, was naturally most struck with grief. Her husband, the king - named Tabari, though rarely did anyone use that name over his title - set off on a grieving pilgrimage at the loss of his beloved, and their offspring... well, the reactions of the young varied.

Some were paralyzed with sorrow. Others wanted to vent their rage in a more violent fashion. Traditionally, at least for the lions, one might've expected one of the female offspring to try to replace her mother. If successful, they would take their mother's name and live out as a continuation of her, effectively never letting the queen truly die. For this line, the queen was always named Sanura. Kitten. Ironic, given her great power.

Surrounding kingdoms often found this a little strange. Surely everyone would notice that the queen was a different person? The answer was yes, of course. The lions were in no way blind to the fact that though using the same royal name, the queen had been succeeded. They merely had a different view on the role of royalty or even personhood, perhaps, but ultimately, every type of feline had rituals that the others found confusing or even outright considered forbidden.

The point remained, though. Someone was expected to take the queen's place, and it seemed all of her daughters had spurned their duty in doing so. And yet, while the king was away doing the traditional journey of grief, the singular son was the only one who grieved productively. The only male of the entire royal litter, Kamari - the word meant moonlight - so named for fur so white that it recalled the moon at night had, it seemed, naturally begun to take over his mother's role, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn't, perhaps, a conscious reaction. But to Kamari, it felt like it was the only way he could process the twin feelings of sorrow and how he missed his mother. He did what he figured she would've done in the same situation. He sat in his mother's room, writing letters that she would've otherwise written to the other rulers. Diplomatic relations were always the queen's duty. It came naturally, and he found himself perfectly suited for the role, which was a little unusual. Traditionally, it was a feminine job to do.

Similarly, he walked the gardens, watering what he knew to be his mother's favorite flowers, and it was there that an inkling of realization came to him, noticing what he was actually doing. He was taking his mother's place, the way his sisters had been meant to. Well, it wasn't as if he could truly do it_,_being male. Or could he? Either way, his father would have to approve of it, which he never would, Kamari reasoned. He'd simply enjoy performing her duties until a new queen was chosen. If no daughter voluntarily took on the mantle, someone else in the king's harem would receive it, after all, so the only reasonable solution seemed obvious.

Until his father, Tabari, returned from his journey, that was. His servants filled him in on how things had progressed since he left, but rather than any kind of frustration, confusion, or hostility - the way one might've expected from some other rulers - he was all but entirely unbothered by hearing how his son was apparently taking on that role willingly and naturally.

The lions weren't quite as strict about gender as many others. The mane was key; if someone grew a mane, they would be referred to as men. If they shaved it off, they were women. Of course, biological sex was still an issue for a queen, who was expected to bring many cubs for the king. But though not known by the general population, the dynasty of rulers had solved that problem generations ago. Kamari was, after all, hardly the first male who seemed more at ease living out his life as a woman.

The king met Kamari in the royal gardens and made him an offer. The very same one that many women had received before him, and very few men.

"I have a proposition, my son," he began. "One that would be beneficial for us both."

At first, Kamari had assumed his father wanted his advice. But no, he laid out exactly what his proposition was. Kamari would take his mother's place, officially becoming_the queen. And that would, the dark-furred lion smiled, also officially make him - her, if he accepted the offer his father's partner. His _lioness, as tradition dictated.

Kamari could only stare, at first, blindsided as he was by this proposition. Him, as a woman? As his mother, Sanura, the queen? It was a bewildering thought, and yet to his great surprise, one that left Kamari feeling a little tingly. A little strange. As if the offer was somehow tempting, or even felt like the right thing to do. Certainly, he was a little more effeminate than the average lion, but he was still a man, wasn't he?

"There are treatments that'd make you more suited for that role, so," the king smiled. It was an offering delivered with love, even if it felt strange. He handed Kamari a little bag of herbs, without specifying. "Don't consider your current appearance a hindrance. If you agree to become my queen, make a tea with those herbs and drink it, as the first step. If not, simply throw them away. I will know."

Kamari wouldn't normally have called himself a nervous or anxious person, but that offer certainly threw him off. It was an opportunity, certainly. The people of the Pridelands wouldn't judge him, or so he at least hoped. But it was still a surefire way to completely and irrevocably change his life. It would be a lot to take in. And to be his father's mate was no small undertaking either, but it was an established tradition of the lions, and not one he was opposed to. Who didn't love their father, after all? Even then, in any constellation of king and queen in the Pridelands, it wasn't unusual for either to be replaced several times by their offspring. Only perhaps once in every three generations did the monarchs change their names, typically when someone new was chosen.

Kamari had been imagining himself replacing his father, though, as the only male the queen had had. He raised the bag of herbs to this nose and inhaled. They had a sweet fragrance not unlike a muted lilac. He'd have to choose his own king later, once his father passed, if he replaced his mother. And that would be the end of the current ruler-gestalt, since the male line would be extinct. The kingdom would go through a change at least as big as the one Kamari would, if he accepted.

Yet the thought wasn't anywhere as unpleasant as one might've thought. He rather liked the idea of being a woman, in some strange way. Even beyond the admittedly rather kinky prospect of being with his father, he liked it. Thinking about it made his heart beat a little faster. Maybe it was just meant to be. He'd never felt too comfortable with the male role of physical prowess and tending to matters of security. Diplomacy was much more his thing. And looking down his relatively slender body, Kamari thought of how he might look as a woman. As his_mother_. Picturing himself with soft breasts, wider hips, perhaps even a proud, pregnant belly didn't feel wrong at all. In fact, Kamari found himself liking it.

He sniffed the flowers again. They wouldn't be enough, not by themselves. But they might soften his features somewhat. Maybe he'd grow breasts. Or maybe he'd just lose his mane. The thought excited him. A little more than it really should, perhaps. But in practice, Kamari's mind was already made up. He called for one the palace servants to heat up some water for him, and in the privacy of his own quarters, he dumped the mixture of fragrant herbs into the cup.

The water and warmth made the dry flowers blossom, and briefly, they looked almost alive. The scent was much more potent when carried by steam. It smelled like a sunrise over a cold day. Like a sweet, floral, and feminine musk. It was almost hypnotic, leaving Kamari thinking of nothing in particular as he held the cup just under his nose. Then, he pressed the cup to his lips, inhaled deeply through his nose, and drank the contents.

It felt like warmth, like heat in his throat, moving towards his belly. With a little shiver at the enormity of what he'd just done, Kamari laid down in bed, eyes closed, and simply observing what the tea made him feel. But there was nothing more than a warm, rather heavy-feeling glow inside him, a state he wanted to spend slumped down against a sofa or in bed. Tiredness. Overwhelming tiredness, rather than any kind of rush. Kamari closed his eyes and let the darkness take him.

Her. The word echoed in his mind as he slept. As she slept. For had she not willingly accepted herself as a lioness, even if her body hadn't changed, yet? Her, her, her. She was the queen. Queen Sanura. As her mother had been before her. A brief communion with the ancestors, in the depths of dreams, showing them the path that she had chosen. They weren't surprised.

Kamari woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented. It took him a few seconds realize that he wasn't in his own bed. His mother's chambers. His, now. Hers? The white lion shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He felt a little softer. Where there had previously been only firm muscle, in his chest, he now found two sore, budding breasts. Hers, then. If she was here, she'd already been accepted by her father, anyway, as Sanura. As the queen.

Slowly, she sat up. Every inch of her felt rather sensitive, even if nothing much had changed yet. A glance at the mirror revealed that she still looked male. No doubt it'd be a long process. Yet, she still let out a rather effeminate squeak as she saw that her father, the king, was in the room with her.

"We'll still have to make sure you have the right spirit," he smiled. And Sanura's roaming eyes happened upon that firm, royal cock, jutting eagerly from his groin, in the same shameless lust that he'd always felt for his queen.

Sanura. She stared at him, not quite sure what to do.

"We will see how compatible we are," her father smiled, and took a step closer. Perhaps the male wasn't really her father, anymore. Their roles had changed, even if biologically, nothing had. He had certainly already changed his perspective on the lion that once was his son. But this wasn't the time to get lost in thought.

"Well?" he rumbled, in deep baritone. "Should a good queen not present herself to her king, for breeding?" he asked. "The instincts are there, aren't they? You're my good, precious girl. I know you can do it. Follow your deepest, most natural urges."

He took another step, gently grabbing Sanura's hips and turning her around. Though she was quickly getting worked up, she'd never actually had sex at all. This would be her giving up ever having sex as a man might, an while she did have the instincts, the king had to guide her through that first time. She felt soft and yielding, like putty in her father's hands as he guided the nascent lioness back to bed, his tone one between fatherly and what might be best described as incredibly horny. It was no surprise; he was no doubt still working through his own grief.

"Besides, what kind of king would I be if I didn't love my beautiful mate even before she fully matched what she was in spirit?" the king mused. His grip on Sanura's hips tightened and he flipped her over on the bed, guiding her into what he deemed to be a sufficiently seductive position. And Kamari obeyed. It felt, in the strangest of ways, right to offer herself to her father like this. Not that she wasn't extremely nervous, but she did love her father, and husband-to-be.

Beyond the rituals to be performed to fully change her into a woman, there was no grand ceremony. After they'd mated once they'd be considered partners, as if the queen had never died at all.

"Just remember, you're entirely free to stop, my beautiful daughter, my soon to be mate," the king purred, stroking down along the curve of Sanura's back reassuringly, and at the same time letting his claws prick the skin beneath her thick fur just enough to make Sanura quiver under him.

That was, paradoxically, just what Sanura needed to hear. She could stop, which meant she could relax, as well, and take in what was happening rather than being overwhelmed by a thousand thoughts rushing through her mind. The king's scent caught in her nostrils, and she marvelled briefly at just how masculine he smelled.

"Do you want it, my daughter?" he asked with a half-growled whisper into her ear. The teasing was over, and all that remained was consent to play and explore their new relationship. "To take your role not only as the queen, but also my lioness. Mine to breed."

"Yes," Sanura hissed, without hesitating. She'd never felt attracted to her father, not like this. But right now, it was exactly what she wanted.

"Tell me what you want," the king repeated. She could feel his hardness prodding under her tail, and she was getting rather hard herself, despite of the feminizing herbs. Blood still rushed to her swelling cock, even if not quite as much as before. Instead, the missing hardness had, it seemed, been replaced by becoming_wetter._ Precum drooled from her cock.

"I want to be your mate," she replied, driven by desire. "I want you to breed me!"

"You'll have everything you want, my queen," the king whispered back. Sanura felt a splash of something warm and slick over her pucker, and then her father's rough finger prodding at that tender hole, working the lubricant deeper.

Eventually, she'd have a fertile hole for him. The thought made Sanura's heart leap with dizzying excitement, and she clenched around the intruding digit, in another, unspoken, expression of her desire.

"You feel like you're already in heat," the king murmured, and then, mounted her presented body. Just having his weight on top of her made Sanura shiver. She thought about how many times her mother had been in this same position. Had she felt like this? So completely possessed by her husband, if only for as long as their mating lasted... and then, no doubt, claimed by him once he'd left his seed inside her.

The introverted reverie was interrupted by the pressure of her father's cock insistently nudging against her slippery opening. Though Sanura clenched again, instinctively, her body was receptive, yielding eagerly around that leonine shaft. There was an ache, like stretching a muscle that'd not been properly used for months, but it quickly blurred into pleasure as her father's cock pushed_into_ her. Only an inch or so, and he dutifully froze to give her time to adjust while growling quietly at the pleasure of it. Sanura felt almost breathless, full to the point of bursting, but in a very good way that her body immediately recognized as right and good. She pushed back, impaling herself more deeply on that warm, throbbing hardness.

The king began to roll his hips slowly, experimentally, as he worked to figure out his new queen's limits, and that gentleness - unusual to feline mating - allowed Sanura to relax enough to not reflexively clench for all she was worth. Being mounted brought about yet another flood of emotions. It felt a little uncomfortable, but with each thrust, a warm tingling radiated through her body. At the same time, there was a feeling of the love between them as parent and child becoming something entirely different. A swell of fuzzy emotions in Sanura's chest, a heady mixture of acceptance, passion, adoration; all the things that came with love. Or at least a crush.

Before she realized it, she was already huffing and panting, with her cock throbbing beneath her weakly. The king was thrusting faster, now. In and out, in a beautiful rhythm that seemed to resonate through Sanura's entire being.

"Cum for me, my queen," he growled. "I want to feel you milk me."

It wasn't, strictly speaking, as if Sanura could've resisted doing so. Her father's cock bumped against and over her prostate, and each time it did, she could only moan at the sudden jolt of shuddering joy, a rapid series of full-body quakes that had her close to orgasm before she even realized what was happening. The build-up to the climax was nothing like when she had been a man. Rather than a pressure focused solely on her cock - although that pressure was certainly there - it was more of an all-encompassing, buzzing tension that left every inch of her tingly and a coiling, fluttering, swooping sensation in her stomach, as muscles both unfamiliar and ones she might've not yet had all prepared to receive her potent mate's seed with a blindingly intense orgasm.

Seconds after that bit of encouragement from her father, Sanura realized she'd been holding her breath. It left her lungs in stuttering, needy moans. And then it all happened at once; too many new sensations for her mind to even register. She only knew that she was suddenly convulsing with orgasmic pleasure, every inch of her, and it was intense enough to leave her toes curling. A few watery squirts of cum left her cock, but it all blurred together in the hazy ecstasy of their pairing.

"There you go," her father rumbled. "And now... just let me finish. Mrf, you'll have your cubs soon, my slutty queen."

With that, he gave a few more thrusts, hard enough to make the entire bed shake, almost violently driving himself into his half-conscious daughter's body, relishing the way her pucker seemed to massage him, caressing him with quick, loving squeezes as she came. Sure enough, he wasn't far behind. All the love and affection for his daughter-come-queen was expressed fully in that split second between passing the point of no return and filling her changing body with his seed. An ear-splitting roar signified the beginning of their union, and every throb of his cock inside her was like a warm, sticky confirmation of it.

"Take... every drop, my daughter," he huffed, squeezing her against himself by the hips. "My perfect, beautiful girl."

Despite her exhaustion, the words made Sanura blush. Hearing her father talk to her like that made her fur stand on end and left her mind spinning and reeling in the best of ways. It all felt like a wild fantasy, or perhaps a dream, but Tabari planted a warm kiss on her soft lips to remind her just how real it all was. Indeed, they'd always be father and daughter to some degree. But more than that, they were now king and queen, husband and wife, bound to rule the kingdom together, with Kamari, now Sanura, as the newest member of the unbroken, immortal dynasty of the Pridelands.

Thankfully, once they were both spent, her father helped her clean herself. Being full of warm, sticky cum was an unusual feeling, but at the same time, feeling it leak out wasn't altogether unpleasant. She felt a little too embarrassed to speak much after that first time, and the king was more than understanding. Rather than further emphasize what was to come next, he simply let her take some time to absorb the new order of things.

"Next time we mate is when you're fully my queen," he smiled, and that was all he said. What he meant was when Sanura was fully a woman, capable of bearing his cubs. A thought both terrifying and exhilarating.

For one month, she'd have to keep taking the herbs and potions that the king's servants brought her. They'd gradually feminize her, and it'd all culminate in a ritual- they refused to describe it in more detail - at the end of the month. Sanura, who still felt a little uncomfortable wearing the queen's name like that when she hardly looked the part, sat in her mother's former quarters, breathing in the scent of the tea again as she pondered the turns life had taken.

Her body was already changing, if only a little. The formerly bushy main had grown a little sparser, which left the changing lion feeling rather vulnerable. At the same time, the ache around her chest was growing more intense with each cup of the tea. And her skin felt soft. The queenly silk robes felt amazing draped over her body. The way they flowed like water, caressing her with every step. She still didn't feel like she deserved them, but maybe soon, she would. Another cup of tea down.

Despite every experience being very new, she tried her best to let momentum and instinct carry her. What was appropriate for a queen to do? What would her mother have chosen, specifically? Right now, her first thought was to bathe, but the queen was probably not expected to pour her own baths. After a moment's thought, the nascent queen rang the bell to signal a servant was needed. A few moments later, one rushed to her quarters, clad in the court's simple black and white uniform.

"Yes, Queen Sanura?" the cheetah asked, perfectly in control of his breathing despite presumably having just ran all the way from the servants' quarters.

"I would like a bath?" Sanura said, or rather, asked. "Is that something you're expected to do for me?"

"Oh, my queen surely already knows the answer," the cheetah replied with a slight smile. Sanura still couldn't tell what gender they were. Cheetahs were always androgynous. That didn't stop them from also being sarcastic every time they thought they could get away with it. "Yes, it is our duty. Would you like us to prepare a bath for you?"

"Yes? Ideally, I would," Sanura replied. The cheetah could, of course, see that she wasn't her mother, or even close. And yet, he was duty-bound to act as if she was. Just as she was now bound to take that role. "Prepare it, please."

"As my queen wishes," the cheetah smiled with a curt bow. "Join us in the bathing room in an hour."

With that, she sat down again as the servant rushed away to inform others of what she wanted. The feeling of something being off was still there. Like she was wearing a costume. It'd pass, eventually. She did love her father- her king,_after all. Her _mate. The thought made her head spin. Only a week ago had she been a fairly irresponsible prince, prone to daydreaming and barely interested in matters of royal succession. And now, she was the queen.

An hour later, she was headed to the baths. Everything she did here was, to some extent, meant to further progress the slow transformation preceding the ritual. She was expected to learn how to behave like a queen, along with the physical changes, and that wouldn't be easy.

They had prepared a lavender-scented bath for her. The warmth of it made the entire bathroom hot and humid, and the servants awaited her. Sanura hesitated before accepting that she did, indeed, have to get naked for this. While the robes hid most of her body, without them, she certainly didn't match the expectations of what a queen might look like, yet, beyond the gradual loss of her mane.

The servants were unbothered, of course. The guided her into the warm, foamy water without commenting on anything, not a single smile ever as much as faltering. If anything, Sanura felt oddly accepted. Soon several of the other cats, all of whom were female, were reaching into the tub to wash her clean, and at the same time rubbing the soapy oil into her fur. It made her entire body tingle.

"What is this?" she asked. It felt as if the warmth of the bath was soaking into her.

"Just more herbs to help you along, my queen," a small spotted cat smiled back. "Should help parts of you grow. And shrink," she added.

Another brief second of hesitation. It was as if some part of the new queen didn't fully agree with this, yet. She didn't particularly want to shrink. Yet, that was part of being the queen. With a sigh, she laid back and tried to relax as a tigress rubbed her shoulders and neck. She certainly felt relaxed, at least, as tensions she'd not realized she even had were finally kneaded out of her muscles, from head to toe. Someone's hand brushed over her chest - unintentional, she was sure - and Sanura almost moaned out at the touch, scarcely able to believe how sensitive she was getting. Sensitive and a little swollen. Her chest was certainly starting to look the part already. Gone was the previous, masculine firmness, having been replaced by two soft mounds crowned with nipples that hadn't quite fully perked up yet. And gods, having them touched felt amazing.

And so, it went. The first few days of her new life were dedicated to her appearance. Slowly, what remained of her mane came off as the constant treatment slowly began to really affect her. It happened almost overnight; she went to bed looking almost like before, and woke up in a pile of discarded fur. Her body had seemingly rejected it. It took Sanura a few moments to realize exactly what had happened, though, but when the realization came through in her sleep-drunk mind, she immediately stumbled to the nearby mirror.

The sight was jarring. At first, anyway. Without the mane, there wasn't much to distinguish Sanura from any other lioness. Sure, her body was still somewhat masculine, and there was the matter of her sheath, but beyond that - thinking about it made her feel dizzy again - she could fully pass as a lioness, now.

The feeling was indescribable. Affirming, and yet scary. Terrifying, in fact. At the same time, Sanura liked it. She felt at ease, more comfortable than she had been since puberty. As if this was always meant to be, as if she'd been meant to be born as a lioness in the first place.

Sanura shook her head. It wasn't worth thinking about, not right now. Currently, she had to learn her role. She would have to attend a ball, soon, with her father. Her husband, now. While it was an exciting proposition, she had no idea what was expected of her beyond acting as if she was the same person her mother had been, and her mother's mother before her. Ideally, she - or any other new king or queen - pull it off so well that nobody noticed. Otherwise, as realistically at least some would notice a difference, it'd be a little awkward, even if everyone was expected to play along. But it was all a matter of keeping up appearances. Failure had no consequence except embarrassment.

The last few days before the ball, the servants were focused on training Sanura how to speak and behave like a woman. A royal woman, anyway. Courtly relations and diplomacy among cats were based, to a large part, on maintaining a sort of sensual charm, deliberately toeing the line towards outright seduction. That in turn necessitated elegance. The right words spoken at the right time, the correct ways to walk, or even stand, with an eye-catching sway of her hips.

"You'll get used to it," one of the servants, a slender jaguar, told her. "Basically, just imagine that you're trying to convey your lust as much as possible. But not in a servile way," she began, gently guiding Sanura's body into a stance that the old jaguar found acceptable, with her budding breasts and shapely rump both sticking out. "Something like that. Remember, it gives you power over the men."

Perhaps it wasn't universally true, but it was true enough.

"Oh, and... mm. This is the last time I'll mention this," she added. "After we're done here, you'll be the same queen that you always were. Your previous identity will no longer exist for anyone."

"Yeah. I know," she replied, her voice hesitant and quiet. "But I want that."

"I know you do," the jaguar replied. "And so, remember. If you ever let drop the façade, you'll be to blame. If anyone ever points it out, it'll be on them."

It lined up well enough with what Sanura had learned before. She gave the old jaguar a surprisingly nervous hug before returning to her preparations for the ball. Cats from all the neighbouring kingdoms would be attending, and she had to convince them all. It was also the first time she'd be truly perceived as a woman on a grand scale, by countless strangers who weren't part of the court. No doubt some would question her, and no doubt she'd screw it up a couple of times. But all in all, she was optimistic. It was also an excellent opportunity to wear a dress, and seeing her growing chest fill it out made her feel rather good about herself.

She met with the king just before the ball. They were to enter together, and then she would break off to simply socialize with the crowd, improving diplomatic relations and the like with a few well-chosen words, and to convince most of them to believe nothing had changed in the Pridelands. It was also her final test to show she was suited for every aspect of her mother's role.

Walking into the ballroom hand in hand with the king was a thrill in itself, and the eyes of the guests upon her as they entered even more so. Many smiled at her as if they knew her, and she smiled back as if she knew them, too. It wasn't too difficult; she had some time to learn how cat diplomacy worked. If anything, it was only her own presentation she worried about, as she and the king separated to mingle with the crowd. A scent of flowers hung in the air.

Someone waved at Sanura for her attention. Not anyone she recognized, but the other woman was a tiger. Roughly the age her mother had been. Given the species, she was most likely from the nearby jungle-cities. Being at this event meant she was royalty, and being her mother's age meant she was their queen.

"Greetings, tiger-queen," Sanura hazarded, using the expected formal title in place of the name she didn't know.

"And many greetings to you as well, Queen Sanura," the stranger replied with a warm smile. "How is life in the Pridelands? I've not heard from you in _months,"_she emphasized, clearly having some kind of instinctive recognition that something was wrong, a tiger's keen nose for drama. Sanura sighed, inwardly.

"Oh, it's always so busy around this time, preparing for a long winter as we are. Even me," Sanura replied with a faux-apologetic smile, just the way she felt like her mother might've.

Again and again, the tiger prodded her with more and more angled questions, all of which Sanura deflected. She had little doubt that the tigress had noticed she was much younger than the previous Sanura, but being unable to coax any kind of answer out of Sanura, she quickly grew tired of the exercise, as would most cats. They wished each other a pleasant afternoon, wearing the brightest false smiles. Sanura took a deep breath the moment the tigress turned around. Maybe it'd be more frustrating than she though; the age difference was harder to hide than the difference in body.

Then someone tapped her shoulder. Sanura spun around to find herself face to face with a cougar. Male, this time. Once again, older than her, which assuredly meant he remembered how Sanura's mother had looked.

"Oh, my apologies, I thought you were Queen Sanura," the cougar grinned. That was a direct barb, but the cougars were always antagonistic.

"I am," she replied, trying her hardest to make herself look unbothered, though she was very nervous on the inside. "Queen Sanura of the Pridelands."

"Mm. My apologies, then. Perhaps my memory simply isn't what it once was," the cougar purred. "You look different. Mm, new hair? Perhaps you dyed your fur a shade lighter? A little muscle, maybe?"

Just as Sanura was getting initially flustered, and then angry, her father arrived to defuse the situation. "Ah, Senator," he said, addressing the cougar. "I just have to exchange a few words with my queen, if you don't mind."

There was just enough of a forceful edge to his voice to make the cougar back off. "Of course," he smiled with no hint of disappointment, and bowed. "I was simply trying to learn more about your beautiful partner. You're a very lucky king."

And with that he was off, disappearing into the crowd before he pushed is luck too hard and ended up in the dungeons.

"One of the many senators of the cougar republic," the king sighed. "Always looking for trouble. You're doing fine, dear," he added, and at the same time, his hand sunk down enough to squeeze Sanura's rump through the almost skintight dress. She squirmed, taken aback by his sudden public groping. It was as they'd said though; a large part of feline diplomacy was seduction and sensuality.

Once again, they split up, continuing to mingle. The rest of the visitors that Sanura spoke with all seemed to accept her as her mother. Nobody, except for the cougars, like causing unnecessary trouble, after all. She did notice that many of the male nobles and heads of state had their eyes on her, but she wasn't sure if it was out of suspicion or lust. The way their glances moved, it could've been either, or perhaps both, and either way it made her feel sexy and confident. They remained at it until they'd greeted everyone important, at which point Sanura was utterly exhausted, to the point that she fell into the king's arms.

Effortlessly, he scooped her up, and she nuzzled his chin with half tiredness and half affection. "You did perfectly, my daughter. You are perfect. They accept you. No matter what the cougars say," the king smiled, carrying his daughter-wife to their quarters. "And that means there's only one thing left for you to do before you can fully shoulder the queen's responsibilities."

They both knew what he meant. Once again, his strong hand squeezed her, though this time on her warm, wide thigh, having snuck under her dress. The king paused for a moment, and then pulled Sanura into a warm, long, passionate kiss, with their tongues coiling around each other. The sensation was enough to leave Sanura breathless, panting as the kiss broke, her entire body tingling with excitement she'd never quite felt before. It was overwhelming enough that she couldn't bring herself to say anything, or do anything but sit there with her eyes wide with surprise and adoration.

"You already feel like a queen," Tabari smiled, his expression full of affection. "Sleep well, my daughter."

Soon they'd be able to truly consummate their union. It was only a few days away, now, Sanura thought, as the king tucked her into bed. Almost immediately, she had descended into restless dreams of politics and diplomatic deceit. Yet, tomorrow, she'd feel refreshed and ready to perform her duties once more.

Indeed, after a few days, the day of the big ritual had arrived. For thirty days, Sanura had been on the herbal teas, and for thirty days she had learned a new set of mannerisms and body language. By now, her breasts were almost fully grown out. Her areolae still had the youthful puffiness that a teenager might have, but otherwise, Sanura felt ready. She no longer got hard at all except with vigorous stimulation. No trace of her mane remained, and fat had begun to end up where it belonged on her thighs and rump, and she was managing to maintain her feminine voice with only a little effort.

That left the ritual itself. Well-guarded leonine magic to forever transform someone from male to female, or the reverse. Initially it had been used as punishment, but that was in the old and ignorant days. Now, it was more akin to a blessing, especially when performed on royalty, thus allowing them to continue the unbroken dynasty. And Sanura was a nervous wreck no matter how blessed she knew she should've been feeling.

She, escorted by her father, met with the kingdom's mystics in a hidden room of the court, consisting only of a satin-clad altar, around which the mystics had already gathered. Mutely, one took her hand and guided her onto the altar, and then down to her back, easing her robe off at the same time. Sanura felt self-conscious about her nudity, still, but perhaps after today she wouldn't. The mystics nodded at each other, a few saying a word or two that Sanura couldn't quite understand.

"You'll feel very different when you return to me," the king said, his voice full of affection. "But no worse. Let them do their thing and relax. This should be quick and easy."

"Easy, yes. Quick, no. At least twenty-four hours," a bearded lion with a grey made commented, his voice so ancient and tired that it sounded most like the wind sighing through a time-lost ruin. "But she will indeed be no worse off, bar for the likely pains of feminine duties."

"Feminine duties?" Sanura squeaked.

"Pregnancy, of course," the other lion replied. This time, he managed a hint of a smile. "I expect the king will keep you quite heavy. Now, if you would lay down..."

Her father-husband held Sanura's hand until the mystics gestured for him to leave, which he did with a brief kiss to her daughter-wife's forehead. The old mystic gave her a small vial of crimson liquid to drink, which tasted something like redcurrant wine and seemed to immediately soak into her blood. It'd leave her body malleable, they said, and eliminate any discomfort that the procedure might bring.

What followed was almost indescribable. A haze quickly set in, and she felt a dozen hands on her body, warm and firm, massaging her. Only they didn't just follow the contours of her body, they reshaped them.

"Grant this one your bountiful form, mother of cats," someone intoned. Two hands kneaded her growing chest, and it felt like she blossomed out into their hands, immediately swelling a few more cup sizes. Sanura squirmed weakly. Her vision was fuzzy, and the changes felt good. Everywhere the mystics touched, she felt softer, where muscle and even bone melted away to fuel the other changes. Someone's fingers brushed over her throat, and from the lightening sensation she felt there, she knew her voice would be lighter the next time she said anything.

"Grant this one the blessing of womanhood and fertility, mother of cats," she heard the same person murmur. A subsequent touch on her belly felt like an electric shock, and despite the numbing drug, Sanura's muscles clenched painfully. Yet that, too, quickly faded. The warmth of the mystic's hand seeped into her body, and a sensation of hollowness followed as organs shifted to give way to a quickly developing womb. As her body was rewired to accept the new part of herself, a yet-muted desire quickly grew inside her. The very feminine urge to put her womb to use. Sanura gasped weakly at how that thought practically exploded from spark to roaring need before another mystic quickly brushed their hands over her head to calm her sudden heat-fever.

"Not yet, queen," someone spoke. She could hear them smiling. "Just a little longer."

The next pair of hands grasped her cock. Sanura hadn't realized it, but she was fully hard, and feeling a soft, padded hand squeeze that hardness made her both moan and blush. Another gently cupped her balls.

"Free this one of what maleness remains, mother of cats," the mystic from before continued. Sanura felt herself shrink. One last instinctual flare of panic at the total loss of her former manhood melted into a sudden warmth that washed over her. A contentedness that was ineffable for how powerful it was. The mystic stroked her, and she shrank smaller and smaller, until two hands were replaced by one, and then merely a couple of fingers teasing that retreating nub that remained. Her balls she barely even noticed disappearing before that hand suddenly felt like it was pressing_into_ her rather than touching her, stroking along a mostly featureless groove between her legs.

It seemed this was the most difficult part. None of the mystics said anything more, and a tickling, tingling sensation grew and grew in Sanura's loins. A heat, almost unbearable, and a kind of puffiness, between which, a finger suddenly slipped _inside_her. Deep inside. Unfamiliar muscles hugged that finger as if welcoming the intrusion, and Sanura was achingly aware that she was getting wet, too. But there was a pride to it. As her new pussy fully formed, she felt happy, sexy, like she wanted to show it off, especially to her king. To feel it filled. To rejoice in receiving his seed deep inside her. Again, those new muscles spasmed around the fingers exploring and adjusting her body, scary as the thought was.

"She's ready," someone said. "Fully a woman, now."

"Fertile?" another voice asked.

"Not yet. Shall we tease her into full bloom?" a third replied.

A murmur of agreement. Then, all seven of them placed their hands on Sanura's belly, leaving her new, dripping sex feeling woefully empty. Rather than soothing that gnawing emptiness though, it suddenly grew tenfold. Something felt like it shifted inside her. Then, a sudden ravenous desire to be bred, unlike the mere fantasies she'd had before. Suddenly she was imagining cocks, beautiful and erect, each throbbing with eagerness to plant their blessed seed inside her and make her belly swell. It almost hurt to realize she wasn't pregnant _already._But her king would fix that, wouldn't he? He'd give her exactly what she wanted!

"Mm. Tell the king we're done," the elder mystic told one of the others, who immediately headed for the doors. "And then, I believe we should leave them alone until later."

One after the other, the mystics left the room in an orderly line. Her father returned to her side with an eager, hungry smile on his lips.

"You smell wonderful," he churred, leaning down to brush her muzzle against Sanura's. "And like you need something, my queen..."

He trailed off, stalking to the other side of the altar, circling his queen playfully, with feline sensuality and yet a ravenous, lusty edge to every motion. Sanura looked even more attractive to him as fully female, and he quickly began to swell to the scent of her heat.

"Please," Sanura whimpered. Her groin felt like a sodden mess, warm and tingly with her need. The fragrance of a virile male, alone, was enough to make her beg.

"As always, my love," Tabari. He climbed up on the altar and positioned himself between Sanura's spread legs once more. "You'll get everything you want."

Before claiming his addled daughter fully, though, he took a moment to admire her changed body. How far she had come in just a month. His fingers left little furrows in her fur as they traced over the generous curve of her breasts and down her perfect, flat belly. Over those ever so slightly flared hips - even the mystics preferred to not change bone much, and she didn't truly need it anyway - and finally, over the warm, needy heat of her sex, gently digging into the soft, yielding flesh of her slit.

"You're perfect," he whispered, with what could only be genuine affection and admiration. "And you'll look even more so with a belly swollen with royal cubs."

Perhaps he'd forever consider the new queen to be his daughter, even if she ended up viewing him more as a husband. It didn't matter for the lions; love was love and passion was passion, and anything that went wrong, the mystics could typically heal.

"Last chance to back out. You could be a royal servant," he whispered to Sanura. "A diplomat. Are you sure you want this?"

Perhaps it wasn't exactly a real offer. It wasn't as if Sanura could've said no in her current state. It seemed only polite to offer, though, especially if the two were going to have a life together.

His glans kissed her entrance, and even that brief, gentle touch was enough to make her squirm. Her pussy clenched with desire as if trying to return the favor. Her mind was utterly focused on wanting, on needing to be bred. And in just a few moments she'd have all she wanted. Her hips twitched, weakly trying to impale herself on her husband's beautiful length. "I'm sure," she whispered.

He didn't make her wait. There was no need. After tonight, they could mate as often as they wanted until Sanura inevitably became a mother. And then, they'd keep doing it, as any self-respecting lions did. Slowly, he put more and more pressure against Sanura's virgin lips, and they moaned in unison. Seconds later, he sank into her. It was an involuntary motion more than anything, as if her body sucked him in, and his hips followed through, sliding all the way into his daughter-wife's fertile body in one long, slow stroke. With how wet she was, there was barely any resistance at all, beyond the frantic clenching of her inner muscles around him.

Quickly the lovers fell into a time-honed, instinctive rut. Though Sanura had been a virgin only moments before, her body guided her along. The instincts awakened in her by hormones and magic in unison knew exactly what to do. She opened up around her husband's cock, drawing him deeper, liberally soaking his length in her heated juices. Reflexively, she hooked one leg around his thrusting haunches, and then another, squeezing herself to him while panting breathlessly. His hardness felt like heaven inside her. Far better than any sex she'd had before. The cock plunging into her scratched her every itch, made every inch of her feel gelatinous, and robbed her of all self-control.

Being a woman felt right. Having sex as one felt divine.

Faster and faster her father fucked her, until she was a drooling mess, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar pleasures of her new sex. Every second felt amazing, and she was barely aware of anything but that red-hot, sloppy point of union between them. Every inch of the king's royal cock, every throb and clench as they both sped towards an orgasm, concluding their mating in exactly the way nature wanted every coupling to end; with the female thoroughly filled with potent seed. It was a thought Sanura had had before, even fantasized about, but being_the female in that equation made it infinitely more intense, knowing what'd happen to her body once the king inseminated and then fertilized her. It felt like a _rush, like a drugged high, sharpened and heightened by every touch between the two.

Her heat didn't hurt, of course. That's what pushed the rut from pleasurable to cosmic,_to the point of utter rapture that made Sanura yowl and sing like a wildcat. Their motions grew ever more frantic by the second, neither husband nor wife holding back as they worked towards that beautiful moment of conception. Not far away, now. They _were lions, after all, known more for intensity than endurance. That suited them just fine.

They'd have all the time in the world, after all.

The king grunted, snarled, and then hilted deep inside Sanura's body. His strong arms pinned the queen to the altar, holding her with equal measures of dominance and affection, wanting her to be both helpless and close to him when he came. Then, with just a few more quick, trembling thrusts, he reached his peak. A roar erupted from deep in his lungs; triumphant, masculine, and dominant, just as his cock first bucked inside his new and yet eternal queen's body.

Sanura felt him swell and it made her heart flutter. This was truly it. This was when it happened. When she'd truly become a woman, fully and undeniably. It was so intense that she could barely see anything through her tear-shrouded vision. But she aware of every moment. The way that first throb seemed to resonate inside her, and then a rapid-fire series of pulses, each followed by another jet of soothing heat in her fecund depths. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could only stutter, trying to moan or catch her breath. The immediate, incestuous relief from heat as her body received what it wanted was _immense._She wasn't quite able to distinguish it from her physical climax, for how similar they felt, but she did hear herself wailing in ecstasy as her body received the very tangible, sticky blessing of motherhood from the king.

Before her spasming, thrashing, clenching orgasm was over, she was already pregnant. Though her mind didn't know it yet, her body did, and the feeling of a heat being quenched was like being submerged in cool water for how it nearly made her go limp.

"T-Tabari. Father, husband..." she whispered weakly, staring into the king's brown eyes. Slowly, her legs slipped back down. The heat inside her was palpable.

"Rest," he purred. "Let my seed take. Give me a healthy litter of cubs."

Oh, she would. She smiled as the king slid a pillow under her hips to make sure his sperm would have time to seep into her very womb if it hadn't already. With how hard she had cum, plenty of his swimmers were doing their duty. Soon enough her belly would visibly swell, and at that point, there would no longer be any distinction between who her mother had been and who she was, now. That was the way of the lions, and Sanura felt blessed to participate.

She drifted to sleep thinking of how much she loved her husband.