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The bars of light illuminated the cages that had been shoved into the very back of a small dark room. The only source of sunlight came from three windows that had been boarded up in a haphazard way. There were motes of dust that drifted in the air and were stirred up as hay was pushed about by the occupants of the cages. The cages themselves were made of wrought iron and rusted along the edges from years of use. Each one was pushed into its own corner so that they faced one another, but weren't within touching distance. The air was thick with the scent of animals and musk mingled liberally with a heart chemical cleaner. Only shadows showed that the cages were occupied.

Jessie tried not to move. He didn't want to cause too much ruckus or bring any attention to himself as he kept towards the back of his cage. Less than a month ago he had been one of four hunters that had broken into a small wild life park in west Africa. The park itself had been little more than a dot on the map and run by a handful of volunteers rather than the government. It was supposed to be an easy place to break into and even easier to get away once they'd brought down their prey. They'd been elated to find out that the place was actually being used as a large cat reserve and not just for local species'. The entire set up had been created to allow everything from tigers to south American jaguars places they could roam virtually free. It had been a poachers dream.

I thought I was so smart. Damned elephants are too dangerous, but big cats can be brought down easily. Stupid stupid stupid!

He lowered his head down to rest his forehead against the back of his arms. His entire body was sore from being cramped in the small space for so long. He didn't know when he'd be released or even if he would be released. The woman that ran this place had somehow taken them down. He suspected she'd used tranquilizers on them by the way he had woken up and how quickly it had happened. All he knew about his situation was that it was a woman, he was still on the sanctuary and he was not in the hands of the police. The few times that he'd managed to get her to say anything, he'd only been informed that she preferred to let the punishment fit the crime.

Jessie's stomach cramped up slightly in fear at that. He could imagine a hundred ways that she might make that happen. Did she plan on waiting until there was some sort of drought that made prey hard to find for the big cats? He suppressed a shudder at the idea of being turned loose to let the animals hunt them down. The massive claws of one of the lions would make short work of his thin skin if he was lucky. If he wasn't, he was going to end up as a glorified toy for them. Or was she simply going to keep them in cages to mock them like animals? Eventually he'd end up going mad if he had to remain in these cages for much longer. The man let out a sigh and tried to shift into a somewhat comfortable position. Maybe if he just slept some more.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ann tapped the computer key board so that the camera's in the building next to her own started to zoom in. The men she kept there rarely did anything of interest to her way of thinking. They cursed, they pled, they cried and moaned, but they didn't do anything that made her give anything more than the briefest of glances. It was hard to feel anything for a group that had disturbed her retirement and killed two of her charges. Finding them had infuriated her, but at the same time had relieved a growing sense of boredom and frustration in her life. Ever since she'd moved from America she'd found herself tending to her chosen career with the dedication she had applied to her lab, but it had lacked any true challenge.

She tapped the keyboard again to bring up the chat she'd been working in. It had taken her the better part of two weeks to chase down old contacts as well as order what she needed. She hadn't bothered to bring much of her old life with her except some of her special 'pets' that she hadn't wanted to be parted with. Even they had been given some down time as she had funded, built and worked on the exotic cat rescue. She'd always been drawn towards lions, cougars and tigers when she'd been younger and now she was able to indulge in seeing them live the way they should. Her sanctuary didn't have any fences save the one that kept out poachers and unwelcome guests. She had enough land that her animals roamed entirely free and were able to hunt despite the fact she continued to feed them. The only times they were caged was when they needed medical attention or had just arrived.

Dr. Ann McNickle's eyes flickered towards the video screen again and the slight movement in the C cage. These were the first poachers she had ever come across. The sight of her charges sprawled out and gutted had made her lose all sense of reason or self-preservation. She was certain they were behind the disappearance of nearly half a dozen lions as well as three exotic ligers that she had rescued from personal owners. She'd never get those animals back. She could never recover what they'd taken from her, but she could make them pay. She could make them make amends by ensuring that they did their best to make up for the loss.

The chat blinked as she got a confirmation and the doctor leaned back with a slight smile on her face. The money that she'd earned from many of her former shows had continued to filter into her bank account as the recordings were sold online, but there was a waiting list of people who wanted to see something new. She'd dismissed them for the longest time because she had no desire to continue as she had in America, but now the proposition was more than intriguing. No one would come asking after a group of poachers and even if they did they'd have to have a valid reason to think they were at her sanctuary. She had enough weight in this part of the world that no one would accuse her of doing anything untoward with them even if they suspected it. They valued her services and were grateful for what she'd done to help them. It gave her more freedom then she'd had even in the states.

She called up one of the video cameras to zoom in on a particular cage. All four of the poachers had been treated the same and given the same size cage, same room, same punishment. They'd all been carefully fed the same food up until a few days ago. She'd changed the diet of the one in the fourth cage to have an additive in each meal. It was a subtle shift to his genetic make up that would remain dormant until he had the last ingredient that would trigger the changes. It would be a fitting end for him.

Not an end, a beginning. And oh what a beginning it will be. A smile curved up along the edges of her lips as she thought of what awaited her tonight. It had been far far too long.

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"Please! Just let me go!" Jessie moved to grip the edges of the bars as he stared at the impassive faces that carried the cage between them. "I'm not an animal! Listen to me!"

None of them said a word or even looked at him. The four men had arrived just after he had been given his normal lack luster dinner. They hadn't said a word as they slid poles through the cage on either side of the bars. He'd been trying to get one of them to say something, but they didn't care. They simply looked away and ignored him as they carried the cage out of the room and the relative safety of his fellow hunters and directly into an outside compound. The cage swayed back and forth as he clutched at the bars and stared into something he hadn't seen in ages. How long had it been since he'd seen outside his dingy little room with the cages?

The night air was alive with insects, but not completely dark. There were lights streaming on either side of the outside cage and he had to squint his eyes against them. The men barely moved a few steps into the cage before it was dropped down unceremoniously into the dry dirt and the poles dragged free. He twisted around and tried to call out again, but they ignored him completely as they walked back into the small building he had been confined in. Why didn't they care? He felt his stomach tense up and a sick feeling come over him as he was left alone. The sick feeling didn't leave him as he swallowed around his dry tongue.

"Don't look so upset now." The voice was soft, female and so completely unexpected he jerked back away from the cage doors and nearly fell on his ass. "I just need to make sure we're in focus."

The woman that walked out seemed vaguely familiar. She was wearing a loose sun dress that came down to her ankles. Her hair had a few streaks of grey in it, but her face was amazingly untouched by time. Her skin was smooth with not even a hint of wrinkles even in the corners of her dark eyes. He remembered her as the woman who had first started to feed them, but then she had been dressed in khakis and normal attire for the heat of Africa. She glanced at him and he noticed a camera that was set up high in the corner of the cage that was adjusted and pulled down slightly at a different angle. The dryness of his mouth made his tongue feel thick as another wave of nausea rippled through his stomach.

"Please, let me go. Take me to the police, but let me go. I do not deserve this." Jessie heard his voice come out strained as the spasm in his stomach worsened. He could feel his muscles ache as they tensed up.

"That wouldn't make you improve in any way. It wouldn't make amends for what you've done." The woman dropped her hands from arranging the video camera and walked towards his cage. "You deserve this. You'll not only be punished, you're going to make it up."

The woman came in closer and Jessie opened his mouth to say something when another cramp rocked his body. He leaned forward to partially hold his stomach as what he was going to say came out a groan. He saw the edge of the dress come near his cage before a loud metallic sound startled him. The cramps grew worse and he tried to force his eyes up. What was going on? Oh god, had she poisoned him? Was that his punishment? He was going to be laying in this filthy cage poisoned and unable to call for help. The front part of his cage fell down with a metallic thud that he barely heard as his head started to pound.

"Just breath, it'll be over soon." The woman's voice came from a distance as the pounding in his head matched his heartbeat.

Jessie let out a muted cry as he leaned forward and moved a hand out to try and grab her dress. She'd poisoned him. It had to be poison. He groped towards her, but his hands only encountered the dry dirt of the floor of the enclosure. His fingers scraped against it while he tried to feel his way towards her to make her get him help. When he opened an eye the lights seemed to send stabbing lances of pain through his eyes while he muffled a faint whimper. From somewhere he got the energy to drag himself out of the cage and sprawled onto the grit of the bottom of the cage.

The pain started to increase as he heard his heart pounding in his ears. It throbbed and made his vision waiver as he twisted his head around and found himself alone in the midst of the enclosure. He waited for the cramps to increase and signal he'd been poisoned, but they remained at the same rather than getting worse. The heat started to build along his stomach as he peeled his lips back to let out a low groan. He dug his fingers down against the dirt and felt his bones start to ache as the heat made a sweat break out over his forehead. What was happening to him? Oh god, he was going to be sick. His stomach tensed up and he let out a harsh groan.

He didn't become sick, instead he watched as his hand started to tremble against the sand. The spread of his fingers looked odd and swollen and he forced himself to lift them up as the swelling increased. The bones shifted beneath his skin and he could feel them slipping against each other as the palm of his hand began to twitch with spasms. Before his eyes he watched as his fingers grew shorter and thicker. The palm of his hand started to become rougher as a fine spread of fur started to form along the edges of his palm. Jessie felt as if he were going insane, that it was a hallucination caused by the poison, but the pain made him doubt that. He could feel the nails starting to grow as the fingers pulled back and he could feel himself losing mobility in them.

It was as if something had triggered with that one small change and the entire wrist started to change purpose. The muscles bunched up along his forearm as his left hand started to follow the first. The fingers became thicker and shorter as his thumb drew upwards against his wrist. Claws formed right at the tips as he tries to convince himself it was some sort of horrible nightmare. He opened his lips and cried out when he felt his teeth starting to shift along his tongue. They ached as he felt them curling downwards and his hands moved up to try and feel the changes. It was a useless gesture as his changed hands were more like paws as he groped against his lips. His short fingers found his lips, but the pads that formed at the bottom made it impossible to figure out what was happening to him.

The change to his arms continued as the fur trailed up along the upper arms and he nearly lost consciousness at the crack of his elbows changing. His bones ached as they thickened and elongated. His world narrowed down to the pounding of his heart beat. The ridge of his nose started to push outwards and he fought to paw against it, but he couldn't stop what was happening. His lips started to push outwards and his eyes blurred as the entire shape of his mouth began to change. Teeth that had been made flat started to raise up and his canines descended down. His flattening tongue pressed out against one tip with a whimper of fear. Jessie struggled to push himself up as he felt a rush of adrenaline.

His bare feet dug into the dry grit and he tried to balance as the fur flowed in a pale white ripple along his throat and down along his shirt. The fur spread over his enlarged nose as a rounded muzzle began to take ship. He could see deep burnt orange fur bisected with dark black streaks at unpredictable intervals. As he looked down at his forearms he could see the stripes starting to run along the fur. His breath came in short rasping breaths as he tried to lurch towards the door. Everything felt heavy and swollen as he stumbled over his own clumsy feet. The ache of his legs grew to the point that every lurching step was a torture. His breaths rasped in his ears.

There was no stopping the changes that seemed to steamroll. His chest thickened and grew heavier so that it pulled against his already worn shirt. As he stumbled a third time he dropped onto one knee and moved his paws up to claw against his shirt. The growing bulk of him was making it constrict about him so it was almost hard to breath. He clawed harder and shredded the cloth until it hung loose around his body. The striped fur spread down his rippling back as his shoulders changed and rearranged themselves with a slight popping noise. He was forced to drop his arms, forepaws, down so that his paws rested on the ground. His muzzle spread and his haunches began to ache and grow larger.

Jessie let out a cry. He meant it to be a cry for help, but it rasped out of his body as a snarl. What was happening to him? The jeans that protected his lower body started to stretch and tear as his legs changed shape. He felt a sickening pop as his knees shifted direction and his feet elongated against the ground. He tried to focus on the changes, but his eyes were strangely focused. The colors weren't right and things were fuzzy around the edges. All he knew was that he could feel his pants being torn off by the way his lower body was shifting itself. The denim dropped down while he writhed against his side and kicked his legs out.

He pushed himself up slightly and watched as his legs formed the powerfully muscled haunches of a tiger. A striped tail spilled out from along the curve of his rump and he swallowed against the fear that threatened to take control of him. He didn't stare down at his own familiar body. Everything that he had ever known was changed into some fever dream of a tiger. He twisted himself up and stared down at himself as pressure formed deep in his stomach. It made him hiss out slightly as things in his stomach seemed to twist and contract. He parted his muzzle and a feral sounding yowl came out of him.

The yowl increased to a screech as he watched something change that never should have. What had been a full and familiar weight between his legs shifted into something entirely different. His eyes focused as the last view of his orbs were so brief that he felt his stomach turn. His stomach arranged itself into something feminine, something designed to be the carrier rather than the giver. What was left was a pair of soft white furred folds between his striped haunches. Her haunches? He leapt up and let out a snarling cry and nearly fell on his face as all four legs churned against the ground. Not his face. Her face. She let out another cry of denial and reduced herself to crouching down shaking. What had happened?

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Ann leaned back in the chair as she sat beside the cage of one of the poachers. The screen that she'd hooked up allowed all of them to see in sharp detail what was happening to their comrade. It hadn't taken much to make sure that they'd keep silent while she enjoyed the show. She wanted them to see what was happening and let their own minds try to comprehend it. She was positive they'd have their own ideas on what was going on. It was the modern age and CGI could attest for a lot of things, but they'd learn in time. What good was teaching them a lesson if they didn't know what was coming? In truth, the first one was the luckiest one. He had no idea what was awaiting him and hadn't spent days with dread.

She spared a glance to the screen in front of her and the chat room that had been set up to watch. The outpouring of those watchers who had missed these 'shows' meant that they were full to the brim. The chat moved at a rapid pace, but the responses to the voting pole had been tallied well before the chat had been opened. The response had been clear on what they wanted to see and it suited her own plans admirably. She tapped a few commands into the cameras set up so that they drew back from being zoomed in close to the huddled tigress and showed the rest of the pen. It especially showed the second door that opened into the building.

"I hope you enjoy this, boys, you're one of the few that are allowed to view the footage without paying. Then again, you'll be paying in another way soon enough." Her voice came out in a teasing purr as she depressed the button to open up the door. It was time for the poacher to start his new job.

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Jessie couldn't move. She couldn't think of anything save the fact she was staring down at paws. Striped paws. The broad pads were spread open over the gritty dirt as her breath came out faster than normal. She stared over the striped muzzle as all she felt was confusion, fear and anger. There was no denying what she was, there was no use trying to make herself believe it was a dream. She could feel the rough grit beneath her paws and tail, she could look down and see in sharp detail what rested between her hind legs. The scent on the air was foreign and strange. It made her wrinkle her lips back and bristled her whiskers forward. She had assumed that she'd be given to the police or perhaps given a beating or even murdered. Not this. It wasn't even possible.

She was so lost in her own angry musings that she didn't notice that the lights in the cage had started to brighten. All she could concentrate on was the fact she needed to find a way out of here. She needed to find a way back into her own body! There had to be a way to reverse what had apparently happened to her. There just had to be. She set her paws more firmly on the ground and went to push herself up. That seemed to be the trigger as something massive, golden and heavy slammed into her side with a coughing roar. She didn't know how to use her body! She snarled out and kicked out against the form as a pair of massive white teeth were bared inches from her own.

Jessie had been hunting large and dangerous creatures all her life. It was impossible to not know what she was looking at. The male lion's dark maned face was pushed in close to her own as his heavier body shoved against her side. She kicked and snarled a warning as she tried to bolt her way out from against him, but one of his paws slammed down against her back. The world was flooded with a wild abrasive musk that made her lips crinkle back and her heart speed up. This was what that woman wanted to do?! Turn her into a tigress and have a lion kill her?! She snapped her teeth back and gave a lurch of her paws to heave herself up into the air. She felt a claw scraping against her paw and the claws dragging against her striped shoulder.

She nearly pushed herself straight up when the weight slammed down against her. The violent shove forced her chest back down against the ground as she let out a screeching protest. It was cut short as teeth snapped down and gripped either side of her neck to the point she could feel them bruising the tender hide. Her entire body went stiff and still; she didn't even draw in a breath as she waited for the jaws to close down. She squeezed her eyes shut and just knew she was about to be killed by the same beast she had come here to hunt. The press of the maned chest shoved against her shoulders as the grip on her scruff tightened and forepaws wedged to either side of her body. It wasn't until she felt the hind legs spreading to wrap around her crouched haunches that she realized the lion wasn't trying to kill her. He was trying to fuck her!

The former hunter tried to tug forward to get out from under him and the teeth gripped down harder. The lion didn't grip her scruff, but grabbed ahold of the muscle to force her to stay still as his weight pushed against her. His ropey tail slapped against her own as he gave her little chance to escape or prevent him from what he wanted. The weight of his haunches wrapped around her own tightened until she felt his hips arching. It was disgusting! It was wrong! Her lips twisted back in a snarl as the hips rocked forward again and she felt something hard and slimy bumping just beneath the arch of her tail. Her stomach rolled in denial for what was threatening to happen. No matter how she strained, she was trapped by the fangs gripping her and the larger cats weight shoved against her.

The tapping feel of the cock continued beneath her tail. The movements rubbed the tip against the base and the hips pushed down further. Her eyes bulged a little as she felt something wet and slippery drooling out against her pucker and she instantly tensed up. Her snarl spiked up as she felt the fangs breaking through the skin slightly. Her muscles trembled with tension as the hips gave a rock forward and something slender and hot probed lower against something she had never had before. The wetness drooled out as she tried to get free, but there was no mercy for her. The haunches gave a sharp thrust forward and her screech rang out through the enclosure. The hot shaft stabbed deep into her passage and strained her virgin tunnel open wide.

The lion's hot breath puffed against the back of her neck as the girth sank deeper and deeper inside of her. She could feel the heat and wetness as her form latched around the cock and squeezed down in reaction. The weight shoved against her haunches and forced them upwards. She was barely able to come to terms with the sensation of being impaled when the hips pulled back. That's when she found out why feline courtship was so violent. Deep inside of her hundreds of barbs flared open and scraped along her tender passage. The feel of them scraping over the nerves made her screech out and writhe beneath the lion. Her high pitched cry raising up as heat and pain blossomed through her lower body.

Her walls clamped down no matter how it hurt. She forced the barb to dig in further before the beast lunged forward again. The teeth that clutched against her neck pinched the skin as the lion's hips drove inwards until she felt a set of furred orbs clap against her. Her ears reddened in horror as she tried to deny what was happening. She wasn't being killed, it was so much worse, she was being forcibly used by an animal. The hips drew back and the thought was lost with a screech of pain as the tawny haunches started to thrust against her. The hot dribbles of precum drooled out of the tip until she felt it spreading deep inside of her. It stung the scratches that the barbs made with each withdraw and it started to be forced out around the crimson base.

The strokes of the shaft made the muscles strain open and contract. The tugs and stimulation that went through her made her stomach contract and ripple in reaction. The pain grew, but with it there was a sensation of something else beneath it. The scraping of the barbs made her lower stomach tense and relax in strange ways. The hot thick musk of male lion flooded her nose with each breath as the rhythmic movements rocked her forward beneath his body. Her claws scraped out against the ground as her eyes watered and she could feel her body responding to him. Her hind legs shifted instinctively to brace herself as one of the forepaws scraped against her side and the thrusts started to come faster and harder.

The golden furred orbs clapped against her with increasingly slick sounds. Her breath came out in ragged snarls of denial as the slender tip hammered deep inside of her. The rough scrape of the barbs did what they were designed to do. They forced her body into releasing the fertile ova that had formed deep inside of her. As she snarled out inhuman denials the heat started to build and her walls squeezed down tighter. Her body shuddered as it started to push towards something that she had no name for. That she didn't want to think about. The male suddenly dropped her neck as his hips shoved up tight against her own. Her ass was forced in the air as her abused violated passage felt the girth pulsing inside of her.

The heavy golden orbs suddenly pulsed against the outer passage and she screeched out. Her cry was matched with the sudden baritone roar above her head. A sudden hot spill erupted into her body and splashed in deep. The creamy seed flooded her newly violated form while her walls tried to milk around them. The heat pushed in deeper into the spread of her cervix where her contractions drew the rich cum into her form. She couldn't deny it, she could almost feel the ripples that forced her womb to pull it inwards. Billions of sperm erupting towards the fertile ova that had been released and attacking them ruthlessly. It was the ending of an age old dance that she had been forcibly made to participate in.

Jessie stared with glazed eyes in front of her. Her jaw was hanging open and she could feel bits of spittle clinging to her lower jaw. Her mind refused to think of what had just happened, it was enough that she was forced to feel the slippery heat drooling within her. Her numbed horror was broken when the lion suddenly pulled back from her. Her overly sensitive passage felt the raw red pain of the hooked barbs tearing through her for one final time. She yowled out and writhed away from beneath the lion with her hips tucked down. Her tail lashed and she twisted against the ground as her entire lower body throbbed in time with her heart beat. Her shoulder scraped against the ground as she let out a shallow whine and twisted on her back trying to relieve ache that continued to assault her.

She finally stopped on her side, her chest heaving up and down as she lifted her head up just enough. Her stomach clenched as she saw the pearly seed clinging to her inner legs and along the base of her tail. The soft white furred folds were reddened painfully and she finally rolled onto her stomach. When she did she saw the male lion crouched not far from her. His empty gold eyes locked on her with an air of anticipation as she trembled from nose to tail. Nothing made sense. All she knew was that she was sore, humiliated, and enraged.

"A good first run." Jessie jerked at the sound of a voice. Her head twisted around to try and find the person that was speaking. "I hope he has a bit more stamina for the second time around."

Jessie lurched to her feet and blanched at the next statement. A cold streak went through her as she spotted a small speaker set high up on the wall. The second time? She took a shaky step back and turned back to see the lion's gaze still intently on her.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll give you a fine litter to replace the poor animals you killed. You should only be in heat for a week or two after all. Plenty of time." The woman's voice held a smug purr as Jessie let out a cry of denial. Her life couldn't end like this!

It already had. Deep inside of her the first sparks of life were mingling within the fertile womb. The first of a new generation to replace those lost. The first of many.

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