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The Great Celebration

Eddi waited with bated breath to hear who had been chosen. Every year, the tribe held a ceremony, one viewed as the biggest celebration of the year, and for good reason. According to the elders, long ago a curse had resulted in very few women being born and caused the tribes' numbers to dwindle, until they had discovered a particular herb. Turned into incense and salves – and combined with a little magic drawn from the nature that surrounded them – men could be transformed into the fairer sex.

It certainly wasn’t something they did lightly. Hence the ceremony, every time a new generation reached adulthood, the tribe’s shamans asked the spirits who among them carried a feminine essence; a soul destined to have its vessel reshaped. They had asked Eddi and all the other boys – now men, though honestly, he'd never felt terribly manly – and soon, they’d reveal the results. He and the others sat around the campfire, some fidgeting nervously, others boasting about how they’d never be chosen, and others yet quietly hoping, perhaps dreaming, that it might be them.

Eddi himself didn’t know what he wanted. It was, he supposed, not really anything that he could affect. It was possible to simply decline even if the spirits suggested compatibility, but being transformed was, unlike what some of his more boastful and bravado-filled friends felt, a deep honor. Becoming a woman for the tribe ensured that you were never left wanting for anything a day in your life. Women, especially the ascended who were chose to change, were all but worshipped, both physically and otherwise. Yes, there was a price to pay, of course, and that was the entire reason for the transformation in the first place: to be bred as often as possible.

Not too unpleasant a thought, Eddi figured, if maybe a little scary. He wondered how it’d feel to be heavily pregnant with kittens, but he had only ever even seen a naked woman once, so he entirely lacked a frame of reference. Granted, that woman – his mother – was pregnant again, as every woman tended to be as often as possible, but he still couldn’t really imagine experiencing it.

“…well, if they tell me I can transform, I’ll just tell them no. Fuck that, I like going out hunting and everything. And the idea of my own dad knocking me up for the first time? Yeah, no,” one of his friends – this one patterned like a leopard, unlike Eddi’s tiger stripes – said. “But it’s not like it’s gonna be me anyway.”

“Not me either,” another one – a tiger like Eddi – commented. “I mean, I’d actually like having everyone worship me, but I’m just kinda… too manly.”

And so they continued. Eddi remained quiet in his rumination. He liked all his friends, but he wasn’t in the mood to argue about how manly or not he was. Through his introspection, he found himself to be perfectly okay either way. Though the thought of being worshipped sounded fun. And the idea of his father, a handsome wolf – whom Eddi hardly resembled far for his blue stripes matching his fur, mostly taking after his tigress mother in appearance – breeding him made his cock twitch a little. At least the magic involved made it entirely safe, and so it had become a tradition for one’s father to welcome them to womanhood. Well, first them, and then everyone else after their first pregnancy.

As appealing as the thought was, being swollen and pregnant all the time seemed like a hassle even if the men would do everything for her. No more adventures, certainly.

The bonfire crackled. Eddi zoned out staring at it until a voice suddenly addressed him.

“So, what if you’re compatible?” his leopard friend, Vice, asked. “Like, would you just accept it?”

Oh, great. Just what he had been trying to avoid. Eddi shrugged casually. “I think I’d accept it. I mean, the tribe needs some of us to accept, right?”

“Yeah. Think you’d be a hot girl?” Vice prodded, teasingly. Eddi didn’t deign to acknowledge that with an answer, and Vice lost interest in pursuing that line of questioning soon enough. Eddi returned to his thoughts as he tried to picture himself with a pair of breasts, or even with a pussy between his legs. Did it feel right, he asked himself, given that he’d heard some horror stories about what happened if someone got transformed against their will.

It had happened once, or at least, that’s what they had been told. When the spells had first been discovered, the first transformee had been involuntarily subjected to them. It hadn’t ended well for anyone involved, and ever since then it had been a matter of choice. The spirits themselves were rarely – if ever – wrong, at least. And in the end, Eddi’s conclusion was that he wouldn’t really mind any of it.

The toll of a bell, scavenged from a wrecked ship on the coast, signaled the arrival of the elders. It was a procession, led by the oldest woman of the tribe. Bloodlines blurred with time, but Eddi was fairly sure that the tigress was his great aunt. Or whatever you’d call a grandmother’s sister; he had no real idea.

One by one, the elders approached each young man around the campfire. Where there had previously been chatter, everyone was now deathly quiet with either anxiety or anticipation. Eddi watched as the oldest of them leaned down to whisper something, first to Vice, then to the rest of them in turn. What the spirits said was private, unless the recipient wished otherwise. Eddi could only guess what had been said based on their expressions. Some looked happy, others disappointed, but he couldn’t figure out why, in any given case.

And then it was his turn. The woman who he was pretty sure was his great aunt approached him, leaned in close enough that her lips were almost touching his ear, and whispered the fateful words.

“The spirits have chosen you,” she murmured, and a chill went down Eddi’s spine as all the implications of those five words crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Those few words held so much meaning. His whole life instantly change multiple times in a row if he accepted the spirits’ calling.

He’d become a woman.

He’d get fucked, constantly, until the seed took root. First by his own father, and then by everyone currently gathered around the campfire.

And he’d – she at that point – would inevitably be pregnant for nine months, more or less, every year.

But only if he accepted it. Eddi felt like he was choking. It was too much all at once, but an answer was expected before the elders left. It was an honor beyond honor if he said yes. But what was then required of him was so much.

And yet, in his heart of hearts, he already knew he’d accept. He had never strongly identified as a man, not in the same way his friends had where they talked about how big and strong and brave they were every moment of the day. No, to Eddi, this body was just the one he had been born in, and if the spirits knew that he had a feminine spirit, then there was no reason to decline. No reason but fear and anxiety, at least.

Time was running out. One by one, his friends revealed what they had been told. All of them shrugged, simply saying that they knew they wouldn’t be chosen. Every last one, even the few effeminate cats who Eddi would’ve guessed might be. But then again, it was perfectly possible to be effeminate but still a man.

And then it was his turn. He could lie, and that’d be taken as a no. But he couldn’t refuse his destiny, no matter how overwhelming accepting it could be.

When Eddi announced that he accepted what the spirits had said about him, the group, unlike what Eddi had feared, erupted not in mockery or jeering, but cheers. Even the most masculine of them – that being Vice – looked happy for him. Not a single person laughed, although there was certainly teasing.

“I knew it’d be you,” Vice smirked. “I definitely look forward to breeding you.”

Maybe it was obvious, though if so, it was in a way that Eddi didn’t really understand. Still, the elders marked him, as was tradition, with a crescent moon – the tribe’s symbol of femininity – upon his chest, the paint made with the same herbs and salves that would soon transform him fully, while also letting everyone know his exalted status.

Eddi barely heard anything that his friends were saying at that point, given how rapidly his heart was beating as he felt the warm paint on his fur, soaking into the skin beneath. This was, more or less, the point of no return. In three days, when the moon waxed into that crescent shape, he’d become a full woman.

And then his father would breed him. Some nine to ten months after – whenever he went into heat next – that would be other celebration, in which all the tribesmen of his age would have a chance to plant their seed inside him.

No, not him. Eddi realized that she had to start changing how she thought of herself. It felt strange, like some unearned privilege, but then again, she had just agreed to have her whole life, her whole existence, upended for the good of the tribe.

When she returned home to her parents’ hut, it was with her heart fluttering with a heady mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Her parents knew she might end up being chosen – or rather, pointed out – by the spirits, sure, she thought, but it'd still possibly be a shock to them.

And yet, it didn’t shock one of them at all. The moment she walked in, the hut illuminated only by the fireplace and the last few rays of fading daylight, her mother saw the crescent painted on her chest. She let out a squeal as she jumped up to embrace her former son – now daughter – as tightly as she could. Crushingly tight, to the point the slender Eddi was left wheezing.

“I knew it’d be you. I always knew,” she almost sobbed, as if she’d just been granted a divine revelation. One of the very few natural-born women, Eddi’s mother was still both big and strong, and she could barely breathe at all with how forceful her hug was. “We welcomed you into this world as our son, and now we shall welcome you to it as our daughter.”

In turn, her father – a big wolf whose muzzle had only recently began to grey – heard the commotion and came in, about to ask what was happening, only for his face to nearly go white as he saw Eddi with the crescent moon as he stepped into the main room. But then, just as Eddi began to worry that he’d have some comment on what she had chosen, that shock wore off, and his usually stern expression broke into a wide grin.

“Your mother’s right, you know. She did know. I guess I knew, too,” he sighed, and it sounded like a happy sigh. “I’m proud of you either way, as my son or my daughter.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, both mother and father staring at Eddi with some unidentifiable and no doubt confusing blend of emotions in their eyes.

“I suppose that means I’ll also be the one to welcome you to womanhood, once the elders are done with you,” her father added, with a little chuckle. “I can’t imagine you’ll be anything but stunning.”

“I hope I’ll be stunning enough for you,” Eddi replied, trying to keep her voice calm to hide the fact that she was elated that nobody seemed to mind her decision. Of course, it made sense. Someone had to accept the spirits’ decisions, or the tribe would dwindle away, and so all parents knew that their sons might one day become their daughters.

“Oh, you’ll be the prettiest woman in the tribe. Both your father and your friends are going to amazed,” her mother emphasized. Perhaps she was right, being a rather beautiful tigress herself, practically the very image of femininity and fertility with her wide hips and generous breasts. Eddi would probably end up looking much like her, she realized. “…and I’ll be there every step of the way once you’re heavy with kittens.”

A reassuring promise, certainly. The pregnancy was what Eddi was most afraid of. The more she thought about everything, the more she realized that she’d almost certainly enjoy it. It felt right, somehow. But the idea of her very body being the cradle of many new generations felt overwhelming, once again, no matter how ecstatic getting there would be.

The next couple of days flew by in a flurry of activity. The village was being prepared, and for the first time in a few years, it was being prepared for only one person, that being Eddi herself. Nobody else had been chosen, not this time, which made it all the more nerve-wracking. She, alone, would be the focus of everything, and that terrified the young tiger enough that she spent most of her time a little intoxicated on generously provided beverages. Still, everyone understood, or at least tried to be helpful anyway.

Eddi had her long hair braided in the traditional feminine style by her mother just the day before the big event. She took her time doing it, making sure that her new daughter was never uncomfortable.

“I don’t know how good a woman I’ll make,” she sighed as the older tigress worked.

“That’s how all women feel, my daughter,” her mother replied reassuringly. “It doesn’t matter if you’re born as one or transformed into one. I think all of us feel like that at times. I know I did. I didn’t know I was good enough before I met your father, before I had my first communal… well, you’re old enough. My first communal breeding.”

The communal breeding. All women of the tribe were expected to do so at least once. Those children, unlike the ones conceived with their chosen partners, were communally raised. It was no better or worse than a childhood of having dedicated parents. Still, Eddi shivered a little as she imagined her mother in the center of an orgy, never really having thought of the tigress as a sexual being before. But of course she was; otherwise there would be no babies. Despite her maternal behavior, there had been a time when she had been laying on her back, maybe on all fours, moaning for more in dissolute ecstasy as all the men her age took turns trying to breed her.

In a way, that was comforting. If she had made it through that just fine, then Eddi would too. She felt her cock twitch at that thought, too. The cock that she’d no longer have come tomorrow, instead replaced with a fertile pussy. One pleasure traded for another, she supposed.

“Did you… like it?” she asked, after a few moments of working up the courage to do so.

“Of course I did. Everyone does. There’s nothing like it, really. Like being in heat and… well, you can imagine the rest. And I liked your father breeding me, too, just as I’m sure you will,” she replied in that soft murmur of hers.

And there was that part again. She had always had a good relationship with her father, and she would have been lying if she had claimed that his broad, muscular, sturdy body wasn’t attractive, but it was still a leap to go from him holding her in his arms to him prone between her legs, rutting that massive cock – he had only seen it briefly, and never fully hard, but he was rather well hung – into her.

“And I’ll probably enjoy breeding you, too,” she added, with a smirk that Eddi could practically hear.

Oh yes, despite her fecundity, her mother was a hermaphrodite. She identified more as a woman, certainly, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t bred quite a few members of the tribe as well. While Eddi had always known that – they rarely wore much in the way of clothes at the village – the fact that she’d also have a go at breeding her hit her like a sack of coconuts.

“Y-you will? I m-mean…” she stuttered, a blush growing on her snout rather quickly.

“Of course I will,” her mother smiled, finishing up her new hairstyle. “Normally, it’d just be your father, but that’s only because it’s more typical for men to have cocks.”

“M-mom, gods,” Eddi huffed. “I’m not sure how I feel about you talking like that.”

“Well, it’s all part of adulthood, isn’t it? Especially in this tribe,” she replied with a playful giggle. “I look forward to it, at least.”

“Yep,” her father laughed from where he was sitting near the fireplace. “We never really showed you this side of us before you reached adulthood. But you know, we’re really just as horny as you and your friends, in the end.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Eddi laughed. It was still shocking, but at the same time, it was perfectly natural. And she knew that the transformation would put her into heat anyway, which would make that final step of moving from her parents being caretakers into them being people just like her a little less overwhelming. Even when her father’s and her mother’s cocks would claim her first litter. “…I’m looking forward to it too.”

“I mean, you better be,” her father laughed. “You did accept it, after all.”

“Even if you weren’t, you will be,” her mother reassured her. “Just like I was. Just keep that in mind for me tomorrow, my daughter.”

And so that last night ended. Eddi barely got a wink of sleep with how nervous and excited she was. And in the morning, she was woken up abruptly from the shallowest of sleep by what looked like all of the tribe’s women, her great aunt at the front of the crowd.

“It’s time,” she announced. “Are you ready to become a vessel for the tribe?”

It felt a little degrading hearing it phrased like that, maybe. But fundamentally it wasn’t untrue. And Eddi was ready, as scared as she was.

She was led to the very center of the village at exactly noon, when the sun was at its highest point; the idea was that the entire tribe – and the spirits that watched over it – would all see her transformation. There was nothing to hide, and nothing allowed to be hidden. Eddi’s parents walked side by side with her, her father holding one hand and her mother the other, as she was guided down onto a bed of flowers. The same flowers, she knew, that all the salves were made of.

Only her parents and a few elders remained near her. Everyone else retreated outside of the circle of flowers as Eddi’s great aunt slowly lit multiple sticks of incense around her. The smoke, she was told, only had a slight calming effect. The transformation – and all alterations that came with it – would come from the salves, which her great aunt now unsealed an ornate jar of.

There was a certain risk involved. Everyone knew that. The process, while reliable, wasn’t without certain potential side effects. Eddi tried not to think of any of them as the tribe began to chant around her, summoning the spirits that would aid in the process. She shivered as she felt the first little bit of the cold lotion rubbed onto her flat chest, soon to blossom out into feminine curves and become utterly irresistible to males.

The sensation of cold was only brief, quickly replaced by a tingling. The elder continued, spreading the strange salve over her belly, and then over her sheath, where the combination of her hands and the increasingly intense, almost burning tingles quickly had her cock peeking out.

“That’s it, my daughter,” her father murmured. “Let it soak into you and take your masculinity away.”

Both her father and mother had donned gloves, so as to not be affected by the substance themselves, and the elder passed the jar to them. The most important part of being a woman wasn’t having breasts, a womb, or even a fertile pussy, after all. It was having the mind of one. And in Eddi’s case, a very particular mind. This was the step she was most anxious of, and so her parents were given the honor.

But not yet.

First, everyone watched the salve and magic begin to take hold. The tribe’s chanting grew louder and louder, and even Eddi’s friends joined in with excitement and passion. The elder brushed a finger over the tiger’s nipples, first one and then the other, and they stiffened at the touch, as if confirming that her body and spirit were indeed receptive to the changes; that it would oblige and change for the tribe.

It felt almost like saying farewell to an old friend. To the masculinity and strength that had kept Eddi safe and healthy to this point. Bittersweet, and yet necessary and euphoric. The tiger let out a gasp as she raised her head, watching her chest slowly begin to swell out into a soft curve that’d permanently mark her as a woman. The feeling was truly indescribable, and it was accompanied by a fluttering feeling in her belly as things changed just as much inside her as they did on the outside.

“Let go, let go. Embrace it,” her mother whispered, her gloved hand touching her former son’s sheath, cupping her dwindling balls as if trying to keep them comfortable.

Eddi was still afraid. She had no idea how to process any of what was happening, half of her mind in a panicked state, wanting her to get up and run away. But by now, it was too late. Knowing that fact did nothing to stop her from nearly hyperventilating, of course.

She could feel her sheath shrinking and the brief hardness she had experienced melting away into feminine softness. The shrinking only lasted for a few moments, and then there was nothing. The emptiness of temporarily having a completely smooth crotch was so alien that Eddi had to dig her claws into the ground to keep from struggling.

But then, in that last moment of panic, her father and mother both dipped their gloved hands into the salve and rubbed it, in long, smooth motions, onto Eddi’s forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut, almost afraid of what might follow as the transformation took hold of her very mind, not daring to even look her parents in the eyes.

Then again, why wouldn’t she?

Why shouldn’t she moan out loud to proudly let the whole tribe know how much she was enjoying this? How much she would enjoy being filled by so many different cocks after her father had claimed her virginity.

Why shouldn’t she desire that, and let everyone know how much she desired it? Her head felt so good, like all of her thoughts were wrapped in the softest silk, most of them utterly unimportant.

And so, she moaned for all to hear, opening her eyes to find that she now saw the world differently. Maybe nothing had changed objectively speaking, but everything looked so vivid, the growing lust in her body casting everything in a glow of pleasure. Her father and mother were both shamelessly hard, and Eddi allowed her eyes to feast on those twin hard cocks. Then, as she looked down at herself again, she gasped at just how big her breasts had already gotten, bouncing with each heave of her chest.

The emptiness between her legs had changed in character, too. Whereas previously it had been an absence, it was now a want. A desire to be filled. A wet desire, Eddi realized, feeling a slippery heat around her inner thighs and down the curve of her increasingly feminine rump. And whereas before she had been worried about pregnancy, suddenly everything she felt about that fate was completely different. She wanted it, she needed it, first from her parents and then from the rest of the tribe! She wanted to see her belly swell and her breasts grow heavy with milk. And more than anything, she wanted to experience getting there. A needy whimper escaped her trembling lips.

“She is ready. Who shall claim her first?” the elder asked. The chanting stopped, and as Eddi’s mother and father looked at each other silently, she left one last mark on her changed body. A swirl on her lower belly; the mark of fertility, this one imbued with the magics of the ritual and all but guaranteeing that she would conceive every time she was inseminated. Eddi trembled with excitement as she realized what it was, her body already growing warm with a quickly blossoming heat.

After a moment of careful consideration, Eddi’s father moved first. Gently, he pulled his daughter’s legs apart, as if teaching her how to present herself for a breeding, a naturally unfamiliar display for the former male.

“You really did turn out beautiful,” he told her, and his voice sounded both hoarse with lust and brimming with pride. Eddi stared at his knotted cock and the heavy balls beneath. “Welcome to womanhood. And now, allow me to grant you the blessing of motherhood. Ready?”

“I’m… I’m ready,” Eddi panted, the fire in her loins only growing at the sight of her lupine father’s thick cock. The very same one that had once sired her in her mother’s belly. “Make me a mother.”

He was a gentle lover, and took his time to tease Eddi a little before getting to his virile work. Now that the salve had been fully absorbed, he pinched her nipples lightly, only to let out an amused chuckle as his fingers grew wet.

“Milk. And you’re not even pregnant yet,” he smiled. “The spirits really knew who to choose.”

It was one of those unexpected side effects of the ritual, along with, perhaps, her sudden and overwhelming arousal. Milk. Milk that would one day be feeding her children. The thought made her feel even warmer as she realized how badly she wanted it. The wolf kept playing with her stiff little teats, almost milking her for a few moments, pinching and tweaking them to tease more sweet milk out before leaning down to wrap his lips around one of them. That was the moment when Eddi felt his cock press against her new, wet folds. He felt so incredibly hot and hard.

“Breed her!” someone from the crowd called out. One of Eddi’s friends, no doubt, though she didn’t recognize the voice in the heat of the moment. And her father obliged, his tail wagging slowly as his hips tensed and thrust into her.

The stretch was immense, yet not painful in the slightest. Eddi gave a nearly delirious moan as her body engulfed every inch of her father’s girth, soaking him in her nectar. His lips stayed glued to her nipple, tasting her rich, sweet milk, at least until he began to work up a steady mating-rhythm.

“You know, actually,” her mother murmured. “I don’t think I want to wait.”

She moved over to straddle Eddi’s chest – her father happily making space for her by pulling the tigress’ hips up and fucking her without missing a beat. Eddi found herself face to face with her mother’s barbed, feline cock, and licked her lips.

Eddi had never sucked a cock before. She was aware of it being a thing people did, and right in that moment she immediately understood why; with the throbbing red length with a pearl of precum forming at the top looked so delectable in the haze of lust her transformation – and her father’s cock impaling her so fully – had engulfed her in.

She opened her mouth, and with a warm – if rather lust-soaked – smile, her mother guided her cock into her muzzle.

“Nnf, god, I can’t even remember the last time,” she moaned as Eddi’s lips closed around her shaft, her tongue taking an exploratory first lick across those blunt barbs and feeling her throb in response. “T-take it easy, I still have to last until your father is done. Would-wouldn’t want to waste any, after all.”

Eddi felt utterly pleasure-drunk as she began to suck on the offered cock greedily. She didn’t take it easy. How could she, with her father’s strong hips thumping against her with each steady thrust, setting every new nerve inside her alight with joy?

She gave a gurgling moan around her mother’s thick cock, teasing more precum out, and it tasted like pure pleasure, almost equally masculine and feminine, on her rough tongue. At the same time, her father’s pace was starting to quicken.

“Oh, I love you my, my daughter,” he groaned. “I’m so happy it was you. You make such a beautiful woman.”

His words were, perhaps, a little different in tone than his actions as his knot wetly kissed Eddi’s folds, her sex so utterly soaked that each thrust squelched. Her belly felt like it was on fire with how badly she needed the inevitable sticky, virile finale, and unfamiliar yet pleasurable instincts drove her to tense some part of her core, unknowingly squeezing that lupine cock with inner muscles she hadn’t yet mastered.

“That’s- that’s good,” her father grunted, with his tongue lolling halfway out. “If you keep doing that, you can… nfh, make any male seed you.”

The tigress pulled her cock out of Eddi’s mouth for a moment, not as much to let her respond – though she took the opportunity – but to steady her breath and avoid filling her mouth instead of that plump, fertile pussy.

“B-breed me, then? Please?” Eddi asked breathlessly.

“Soon. I’ll have to tie with you first,” the wolf chuckled at her impatience. “Soon.”

It wouldn’t take long, of course. With every thrust, his swollen knot stretched Eddi a little wider, her body yearning to fully accommodate his girth and receive what it needed. At the same time, her mother had calmed down enough to slide her cock back in between her daughter’s plump lips, and Eddi sucked eagerly, savoring the taste, relishing every little reaction – every moan and shiver – as her tongue danced across the firm flesh, lapping up every drop of precum.

Then that worship of her mother’s cock was interrupted by single most intense feeling Eddi had ever experienced as her father’s knot finally popped into her. Her eyes shot wide open, having almost closed as she nursed on cock, and that cock slipped out of her mouth, leaving a warm, slippery trail of precum over her lips.

“Here’s… here’s what you wished for,” he growled, as the tigress jumped off Eddi to watch. The tribe cheered as they all saw the way his heavy balls tightened as he slipped inside, pulling up as they prepared to unleash the virile cargo that Eddi was drooling for.

And then, he gave her everything he had. His cock swelled and throbbed, and the first of many blasts of thick, potent, incestuous cum shot into her body like a pressured jet. Eddi responded not with a moan, but with a breathy, happy sigh. His cum instantly seemed to put out the heat that had been growing in her womb, and that sensation of utter fulfillment swept over her, leaving her almost entirely limp, merely shivering as her body received and greedily accepted the gift of motherhood.

With her father grunting atop her, she felt so deliciously full, with her belly ever so slightly bloated from all the virility that he pumped into her, and her body stretched to its absolute capacity by his knot, Eddi finally understood. She had wanted to get pregnant from the moment they had changed her mind, but now, she understood why. Nothing was as good as this. The sticky warmth inside her felt almost divine in its purpose, and now, she was bound and determined to experience it over and over again. She moaned again as her lupine father’s throbbing finally ceased.

“W-welcome to being a woman, and welcome to being a mother,” he rumbled, the words practiced and ceremonial but dripping with a rather deep satisfaction of his own.

A moment’s pause followed as he lowered his muscular body on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows as he stared into Eddi’s eyes with a look full of paternal, if equally carnal, love.

“You’ll be perfect,” he whispered, and then caught her muzzle in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and tangled, his rough lips against her soft ones, and it felt like he was going to devour her, his musky and masculine scent filling her nostrils. That feeling of being claimed was overwhelming, and yet not unwelcome in the slightest.

There was a brief moment of levity as the kiss broke. “And now… we wait for a little bit,” he chuckled. “Before your mother can take a turn.”

They laid there in the warm sun, bodies tightly entwined as the wolf’s knot made sure that not a drop of his seed spilled before it had a chance to work its belly-swelling magic on his daughter. A moment of relaxation and calm, warm intimacy before he finally, after some thirty minutes, began to shrink enough to dare to flex his hips again, the deflating knot tugging on her lips before slipping out. As her father’s still-stiff cock finally slipped out of her, he moved to the side and Eddi’s mother took his place.

“I’m not going to last very long, my little tigress,” she smiled warmly. “But then, I don’t think you will either.”

Without any further preparation or words of encouragement, her cock teased at her cum-dripping folds briefly, and then sunk in. Unlike her wolven father, her mother was a tigress, and the sensation of her barbs digging into Eddi’s silken inner walls was incredible. She was a tigress herself, after all, and so her body knew exactly how to respond to the feeling of being raked.

And that response was cumming instantly.

The moment the voluptuous tigress pulled out to thrust again, Eddi was plunged into a mind-melting orgasm. It was like her entire body melted, too, except that she kept thrashing, barely held down by her mother’s strong arms. Everything was washed out by a wave of pleasure so immense that it was unlike anything the former male had felt. Sure, like every boy her age, she had masturbated aplenty, but that was a brief, fleeing jolt of pleasure compared to the feminine glory that engulfed her.

The tribe cheered once again. The first feminine orgasm of any “ascended” was, after all, seen as them truly embracing their new self; that their mind agreed with their spirit and was willing to fully accept their new body.

And oh, did she ever accept it. Suddenly everything that had been ever so slightly unfamiliar became perfectly natural. With each wave of pleasure, her body tensed and her pussy rippled around her mother’s cock to make her cum as well, just as it was meant to. And with the amount of foreplay and teasing her cock had received by Eddi’s mouth, she couldn’t resist it, just as she had predicted.

She held out for an almost heroic amount of time, rutting slowly into Eddi’s milking cunt, but eventually, all dams had to break, and so she too hilted herself deep inside Eddi with a moan of her own. Eddi was barely aware of what was happening at all, only that it felt amazing and that her mother was throbbing and twitching somewhere inside her, spurts of her strong seed warming Eddi’s very core, effectively guaranteeing her pregnancy even if her lupine father had somehow failed to do so.

“Oh, oh, daughter. That’s… it’s certainly been a while,” the tigress groaned once she could breathe again, before repeating her father’s ceremonial words. “Welcome to being a woman, and welcome to being a mother.”

She planted a firm kiss on Eddi’s lips, still trembling with the aftershocks of her release.

One last time, the tribe cheered as she pulled out, the early afternoon sun illuminating her filled body in perfect detail for everyone to see. The ceremony, or at least the first half of it, was complete. Eddi had taken the first step towards her new purpose as a vessel for the tribe’s future, and she couldn’t be happier.

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Being pregnant was nowhere near as scary as Eddi had imagined it would be. Sure, there were some downsides to it. She didn’t much enjoy the morning sickness that preceded any physical changes. Her already milky breasts got terribly sore and achy to the point that she struggled to wear anything to cover them – then again, she also quite enjoyed the reactions of her friends as they stared, almost hypnotized, at those mounds bouncing and jiggling as she walked – and towards the last few months, even walking around was a bother with how sore her back was getting from the added weight.

And there was the lactation. She had been milky, but now, she was doubly so. The other women of the tribe had to milk her regularly to keep the pressure from building, and sometimes they took turns nursing on her directly instead. It was pleasurable, affirming even, being so bountiful that the entire tribe could taste her milk – but every moment she went without it had her milk leaking down her belly from her overfull breasts, ruling out wearing clothes even when she wanted to.

But it was also a wonderful experience. Watching her belly slowly swell with incestuous pups or kittens – she didn’t really know which parent had been successful – was mesmerizing. Every time she realized that she looked a little more pregnant, it was accompanied by warm, fuzzy pride. A deep satisfaction that she found herself enjoying; the tangible proof that she was fertile and helping the tribe. And so, when she really began to show, she eschewed the use of clothes altogether, wanting to let everyone see all of her. Not that it was entirely unusual in the tribe, but it still caught everyone’s eye.

Her mother was, as she had promised, there to help her when she got cravings or needed support, either physical or mental, and that combined with the sheer adoration of the tribe for having given herself over to this beautiful maternal purpose got her through to the end.

Birth was, naturally, rather painful. But Eddi pushed through it with the support of her parents and the tribe, and soon she was cradling a perfect pair of offspring – a puppy and a kitten – against her chest as they hungrily drank from her. She felt fulfilled in a way that she never had before, and the following weeks were purely recovery and relaxation.

Her job wasn’t done, of course. It’d never be done. Now, with her womb empty and her body slowly becoming fertile again, it was time for the second part of the celebration of her ascension, and each of her passing tribesmen made sure to her remind her of that. Some with only worshipful stares at her naked body, and others – Vice, most obviously – teasingly talking about how he just couldn’t wait to see Eddi swell with his kittens.

But the strangest thing of all, perhaps, was that she didn’t mind. The mental aspect of the transformation had left Eddi fertility-crazed. She wanted to have her body put to use again and again, far more so than some of the others who had been transformed, who sometimes expressed doubts about it all. For Eddi, there were none. She wanted to serve the tribe, and being that she no longer hunted or fished, allowing them to fertilize her as they wished was the natural way to do so. Even thinking about it left her wet and idly fondling her slowly recovering sex.

It wasn’t long before she felt the first tingles of a heat. Her body was imbued with magic and ensured easy pregnancies with as little damage as possible, and so, barely a month after she had become a mother, Eddi was ovulating again, though really she was experiencing it for the first time, her first heat having been immediately sated.

She wouldn’t have to wait for long, but the few days it took for the second great celebration were still insufferable, spent with warm juices trickling down her thighs every time she stood up. The desire to get fucked immediately was overbearing, overwhelming even, but she had to endure that brief time leading up to the peak of her fertility before the festival could commence. Most of it, she spent masturbating to intense fantasies of what was about to occur, and the rest, whimpering and squirming in bed, rubbing her thighs together as her body was denied what it wanted.

When the time came, she had that frenzied, heat-struck expression in her eyes. Any even remotely phallic shape would set her off. Seeing a fresh sapling did it, as she once again longed for her body to be put to use. Seeing any of the tribeswomen who were pregnant did it twice as bad. Focusing on anything was almost unthinkable after how the transformation and subsequent heat had altered Eddi’s mind.

But she managed, somehow, even if just barely. When a grizzled, older male wolf of their mixed tribe offered to “take care of her” the night before the ceremony – no doubt hoping that he’d get to be the one to knock her up before everyone else had a chance – it took all of her willpower to decline. And when he pulled out his rock-hard cock to show her what he had to offer, it took Eddi clumsy walking away and dunking herself in the cold stream of the nearby creek.

But again, she managed. And then the second greatest day of her life finally dawned, coming in just behind that first sensual transformation and incestuous breeding.

Once again, at the height of noon, the elders led her to the center of the village. It was a perfect day, warm but not hot, with a few errant clouds in the sky to break up the constant sun. Yet Eddi’s mind was hardly focused on such things, not when nobody around her was wearing clothes. Not today. Everyone was naked – normally they’d often wear loincloths or chest-straps for protection while working or hunting – and Eddi allowed herself to feast her eyes on them. On every hard cock that’d soon be hers to enjoy, and gods, did she ever need them, with her pussy leaking like a slow waterfall.

Once again, her parents were by her side, each holding one hand as she was placed down on rugs and blankets as the day’s centerpiece.

“Today, we give our daughter to the tribe,” her father announced proudly, his voice deep and strong.

“Today – and every day from now on – we let her fully embrace her new purpose,” her mother continued.

All the lines were ritualistic and well-practiced. The eldest redrew the symbol of fertility on Eddi’s belly, the same swirling sun, to ensure success today. Her friends – about twelve or so males of her age, some of them wolves and others big cats of various spots and stripes – gathered in a circle around the blankets, all of them already hard with anticipation or visibly getting there as they admired Eddi’s changed, voluptuous body in turn. By now, she knew what to do, and she eased her legs apart to let all gaze at her soaking wet sex.

In the haze of her heat, she couldn’t even remember their names. But today, names didn’t matter, only actions did. And so, the ceremony began, with her parents still holding her hands with reassurance that she no longer needed, but at least they’d keep her from thrashing too wildly.

“I love you,” her mother whispered in her hear as the first of the males took position between her inviting legs. Eddi didn’t recognize the leopard as Vice before he spoke.

“You know, I always dreamt of doing this with you,” he smiled, letting the cocky attitude drop for a little moment of genuine love and appreciation. And then it returned. “Male or female… but of course, leaving you heavy with my kittens only makes it better.”

He positioned his cock – a little smaller than her father’s, but feeling no less electrifying – at her entrance, and thrust in. With how torturous the last few days had been for the tigress, it felt amazing, and given how Vice moaned out loud the moment he hilted his wonderful cock inside her, it felt just as good to him. She felt his bare cock throb inside her and there was that sexy sense of pride again.

“F-fuck you’re tight, I didn’t- didn’t think- oh gods,” Vice groaned, his entire body shuddering as he tried to hold perfectly still.

Was it actually, despite all his bravado, Vice’s first time with a woman, or maybe with anyone? The way his cock was wildly throbbing already, the sweat pearling on his brow, even the way his voice trembled at the sensation of a wet, fertile pussy engulfing him for the very first time? Eddi felt honored to be his first and clenched harder.

His arrogance melted away entirely as he, despite his personality, experienced the same thing as every young man had during their first time. He groaned, grunted, took a few clumsy thrusts, and then stopped again.

“Oh- I didn’t think it’d- just… wow,” Vice stuttered. His shaft was already soaked in Eddi’s juices.

Eddi’s father chuckled. “You don’t need to hold back, you know. Especially not today.”

“Y-yeah, that’s good because… gods, Eddi, you feel so… good,” he moaned, and then, surrendered to his instincts. He began to thrust rapidly, even frenziedly, racing towards a climax as his balls tightened, and those words had barely left his lips before he was grunting and groaning, thrusting as deep into Eddi’s fertile body as he could.

And there it was again, the feeling of thick spurts of cum filling her womb as Vice’s cock throbbed inside her. As before, the feeling was heavenly, only it was stronger now as her heat had been allowed to smolder and grow to its full peak. And so, merely that sensation was enough to plunge her so deep into mind-melting satisfaction that she nearly went limp. It was like a cooling balm, like water when parched, and her body drank deeply.

“That was- that was amazing,” Vice huffed as he was spent. “Thank you. Thank you for giving yourself to us.”

He leaned in to kiss Eddi’s nose quickly before pulling out, visibly fighting his urges to stay inside her. The others gasped a trickle of his cum spilled from her relaxed pussy. In another society, such a sight might’ve sparked jealousy or disgust, but here, it was considered beautiful, that pearly and significant seed only further emphasizing Eddi’s ascendant, divine femininity.

And so, the next of his yearlings took his turn. This one was a wolf, and so he was warned not to tie with the tigress. He thrust into her with a wet squelch, the combination of cum and juices making the penetration smooth and frictionless, but it only made it easier for Eddi to tightly clamp down her core muscles around his rock-hard shaft, marveling at how he, too, was quickly reduced to stuttering breaths and moans by the mere sensation of being inside her.

It made her feel powerful and affirmed in her new role, even more so than her parents had.

In no time at all, that male was cumming inside her as well, filling her womb with even more cum. Clumsy and inexperienced as he was, Eddi was already on the edge. The feeling of being fucked and inseminated had, after all, become her purpose as a vessel, and having that purpose fulfilled was ecstatic.

They all took turns, one after the other, while her parents squeezed her hands tightly, whispering words of encouragement to her or her many lovers, telling each to do their best as they seeded her one by one.

“Let yourself cum, too,” her mother reminded her. “It’ll help the seed take root.”

Eddi hadn’t exactly been holding back, either. Of course she’d let herself cum, and cum hard at that, but she kept teetering just on the edge of bliss with each mating just a little too short to reach that heavenly peak. Seeing this, by the time the tenth male sunk into her, both parents decided to help. Her mother’s hand dove to her previously neglected clit and rubbed it firmly; her father’s mouth once again found one of her milk-heavy teats and flicked his tongue across it.

That was what finally pushed her over the edge. With the tenth still fucking her rough but steady, she reached her peak, singing out in pleasure once more as her back arched and her toes curled, held in place only by her parents’ strong arms lest she thrash around and let the male slip out. With each wave of tingly, all-consuming pleasure, her pussy clenched around the male’s cock in a steady, squeezing, hungry rhythm. The milking pulled him over the edge, and it did so effortlessly; a split second later the tiger was buried to the hilt inside Eddi’s wanting sex, throbbing and twitching just like everyone else had before him, adding his own seed to the rich mess inside her.

After everyone had taken a turn, the ceremony was concluded. Eddi basked in the feeling, simply laying there for a little longer, splayed out on the rugs and pillows. The elders called upon the spirits one last time to grant their blessings, as Eddi was now fully a woman of the tribe, ready to truly begin fulfilling her duties as one. Her parents embraced her, first father and then mother, both once again congratulating her, telling her – with tears in their eyes – how happy they were that she was the one chosen, and how she’d be giving the tribe so many new members.

Eddi, of course, was a little preoccupied with the afterglow – and the fact that every time she moved, another rivulet of cum oozed out of her – but she certainly felt blessed. And indeed, after that time, she was never left wanting for anything. Not food, nor water, nor any amount of carnal affection that she desired, whether from her friends or her parents.

Life as a woman was wonderful, she thought, knowing that she had made the right choice all those months ago. And yet, as she once again bumped her heavy belly against the hut’s entrance as she tried to go for a very short, waddling walk to enjoy the afternoon sun, it was also kind of a pain.

Still, Eddi wouldn't have it any other way.