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The announcement of a birth in a royal family was always a sight to behold.

After all, in a proper monarchy, it didn't matter if you wanted to be a part of the ceremony or not. Everyone had a part to play, and even if you weren't a fan of living the way that you did, the ruling class didn't give you much of a choice. If you were living in the kingdom, you put on your Sunday best and showed up to the ceremony, regardless of your problems with it.

The entirety of the noble court was in attendance, sitting upon the finest of hand crafted wooden chairs. Their surfaces upholstered with rich, violet threads and given perfect cushioning, each chair was happily occupied by a relative of the royal family, or a proud member of the knights who stood in defense of the kingdom.

In majority, the monarchy was a proud and honorable one, and two young women were already born into the royal family, happily awaiting the princes of far off lands to come and wed them. The third child to born was predicted to be a male, however, and the king was overjoyed to have a child that could finally carry on his family name with proper authority.

That same king, however, was the darkest member of the monarchy, and the reason that the ceremony, like all other royal events, was on high guard. Though the queen was pure of heart and soul, the king she called her own was a vile and twisted man, and his sexual fervor knew no bounds. He abused his power wantonly, and took advantage of his royal position to force himself upon any woman that he saw fit; to deny him was almost a certain death sentence, in those days, and the queen, despite her knowledge of the same, didn't have the power that she needed change her fate.

Worse still, she couldn't shake her love for the wretched man, even knowing what he did, and what he was capable of.

She feared for the life of the child that was soon to be birthed from her body, and her hand stroked so incessantly over the bulge of her stomach that she worried she was giving herself a rash under the thin, smooth dress of silken material she chose for the day.

"I can see your nerves, m'lady," the king addressed her, as they sat upon their thrones in the royal court. "Does the presence of so many make you uncomfortable? I can dismiss them all, if you like. Your comfort is of my utmost concern."

The queen shook her head. "I...I'll be fine, my dear," she replied through a tight, dry throat. To tell him that there was a problem would only generate another one, and she didn't want to be the cause of any issues on such a special day. Though she knew that there was division among the kingdom, and not everyone could appreciate the importance of the day in the same way that she could. To her, whether or not her husband was a monster, this was still the birth of what would likely be her last child, and the future of the kingdom was set to rest on his shoulders, when the king finally did pass, or more likely, was murdered.

Nobility was still filing in to the royal court as the sun shined directly overhead. The court doubled as a solarium, and the top of the fascinating building was adorned with colorful panes of glass, a mixture of different purple, blue and golden hues, matching the royal seal and displaying a proud, roaring lion on the floor, formed by nothing more than the blessed light of the sun itself.

Those who sat in the presence of the lion considered themselves to be truly lucky, and the queen could see nobility teasing each other and joking about who was sitting closest to the paws of the lion so that it could carry them to greater heights, while others sat near the mouth, and shook with fear at the omen that they would soon fall prey to a terrible fate.

It was all stipulation, of course, and it gave the queen a solemn reason to chuckle as the sun came to center over the glass dome. The height of sunlight was to be the start of the ceremony, and if anyone were to arrive late, it would be their loss, as the doors to the royal court would be locked any second.

For the most part, it was just a rush of people looking to take their seats as the king finally stood up from his throne and prepared to address the people. On his right, two smaller thrones held his two daughters, each wearing a dress of violet, with a proud sash of blue, and streaks of gold were worked into the fabric, so that they could properly represent the royal family, while being put on parade for the myriad of princes and barons that were in attendance that day.

"Ladies and gentlemen of my beloved kingdom...thank you all so much for joining us on this special celebration of my son's birth!" the king finally stood up stark from his chair and swiped his cape to the side, showing off the proud, royal robes that he chose for the afternoon. Be they gasps of sincere wonder or of forced manners, everyone let out a sound of awe as they took a moment to appreciate the boisterous king, and applauded as they were addressed. "As ruler of the lands of Tiberon, I've done my best to be a fair and impartial leader, and such a festive event was thrown for each of my daughters, so too shall it be done in my son's honor!"

The nobility slowly stood from their chairs and praised their king as he spoke. He carried and incredible charisma about him, and if he didn't, he might have lost control of the throne for his antics well before his time actually came.

Some of the women in the crowd clapped bitterly as they narrowed their eyes on the king, wishing that somehow, the sun would come down to the earth and burn his rotten flesh alive. Naturally, their wishes wouldn't be answered in full...but together, as they glared upon the king, he could feel some sort of a dark presence growing closer to him, and the chills in the bottom of his feet were no mere coincidence. "...Guards, I think our attendance is full. Please seal the doors!"

He would have made such a request in any case, but his voice was wavering just slightly as the royal guards armed either side of the large, ornate doors and began to push them closed. They lost the ability to do so, however, as a bright flash of smoky energy burst through the door, turning each of the guards into rats, covered in pitiful armor of tin and rust.

"Starting the ceremony without the rightful mother? You truly are the scum of the earth, King Faron!"

To call the king by his first name was a sure way to find yourself in the dungeon, but this voice cried out with impunity, unafraid of the possible consequences that came along with the actions. "What...what kind of treachery is this? Quickly, if you value my loyalty to your cause, kill that wench!"

His words addressed the whole of the noble court, but they were dramatically unprepared for what was to come next. Clad in nothing more than tattered black robes and a pair of old, rotten leather shoes, a witch slipped past the now guard-less doors and tossed a powder across the room. Even those that weren't in her range would soon be affected as she drew a wand from the sleeve of her robe and cast a bright bolt of light from the tip.

POOOMF! Large clouds of purple smoke, much like the energetic force that transformed the guards, began to fill the royal court. "Now that things are getting interesting...how about we close the doors to make sure that no one escapes?" the witch suggested. She peacefully closed the doors behind her as gasping, choking sounds arose from the ominous cloud, and within it, bodies could be seen dropping to the floor, clutching their own throats and writhing around for fresh air.

One of the first members of the nobility to escape the cloud was noticeably shorter by the time he made it out of the miasma, and his clothes were drooping over the ends of his hands as he crawled out of his clothing. He was rapidly covering up with fur, and his hands turned black under the guise of thick, fluffy fur. Seconds later, sharp ears poked out of the top of his head, and before he could reach the door, he was nothing more than a common red fox, scratching at the exit and praying that someone might open it.

"My court! What the hell have you done to my royal court?! Explain yourself, you terrible wench!" the King Faron demanded, as he drew his sword from his side and held it aloft. "Make your peace with this world, because I'm about to deliver you from it!"

The witch was calm and casual in her gait as she waited for the smoke to clear. A myriad of different critters were running out from the now empty chairs, and clothes sat upon the floor in piles as snakes, rats, cats and frogs slithered, ran and hopped away from the center of the room. They were all clearly panicked, but there was nothing they could do about their changed state, save for hoping that fresh air might have some kind of cure within it.

Naturally, it didn't, and the witch giggled as she went so far as to wave at a few of the creatures as she walked past them. "Your royal court seems rather fearful. I don't know why...I'm actually quite a friendly witch. I could have killed them all," she suggested, as she kept a firm grip on the end of her wand. She wasn't the kind of witch that one might expect from fairy tales, as her full, supple bust was evident under her robes, and her face, if not for the dirt that had gathered upon it, was soft and fair, with piercingly blue eyes and long, delicate hair of blonde that struck jealousy into the heart of the queen like she'd never known.

"Sparing their lives doesn't make you some kind of a saint, you evil bitch!" the king jeered at her and stepped down from his throne as his daughters shuddered with terror in their seats. "How dare you make your presence known in such an obscene way, on this most sacred of days?!"

"What? The day when your third legitimate child is to be celebrated? I'm so terribly sorry. I was busy wondering when you were going to do something about the hundreds of illegitimate children that you've spread over this kingdom!"

It wasn't easy for the queen to deal with her husband's terrible habits, but it stung especially to see that a woman perhaps more beautiful than herself had ever bedded the king. "Faron...you laid with this woman?"

"Multiple times," the witch answered for him, as she sent a knowing glance toward Queen Anaria. "And a few of them took...but none of them lived. I never had the money I needed to take care of the poor boys... they were the true and rightful heirs to your throne, Faron, and you let them die! Give me one good reason why I should spare the child in her womb!"

"Because that is my child!" Faron protested. He readied his sword and began to trample his way down the tall, long steps toward the court, but he never made it to the bottom, as the witch was more than a match for him.

Bright, blinding light flashed from the end of her wand as she swished it in his direction, and in his foolish charge, the king couldn't possibly dodge. The sword was thrown from his hand, and he tripped down over the steps, falling to all fours as he felt a strong magic paralyzing his body. "No...you're wrong, Faron. It's my child now, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it...Queen Anaria; is it your wish that I kill this pathetic scum, right here in front of his own daughters? I can make it quick..."

The queen gasped and nearly fell unconscious as she gripped the edges of her throne. "N...no! No, don't do it! Please...I know he can be a truly wretched man, but you must spare his life! His daughters need him! I need him!"

"To cling so helplessly to a man who abuses you and treats you like a birthing machine does poorly for our whole gender, Anaria. I'm ashamed to hear you defend the man who has treated you so terribly in your life," the witch muttered as she gave a quick shake of your head. "But...I sympathize with your pain, and thus, I shall grant your request. The king shall live, but his will not be a good life. He shall come to know the pain he has done to womankind...and to the humanity that he rules over!"

Before King Faron could stand up to his feet, he felt his center of balance shift completely. He nearly fell flat on his face again, but as his hands braced against the steps, they grew wide and thick at the fingers, as if they'd been smashed under a heavy weight. The hair on his knuckles rapidly spread upward and covered the whole of his hands and palms, and panic settled in to the once brave king as he glared out at his scorned lover. "You don't need to do this, Luda! We...we can have another son! He can be the new heir to the throne!"

Faron's cowardice was his undoing. "To hell with it. Cut him down," Anaria changed her mind, narrowing her eyes on the man who she now felt like little more than a whipping boy for.

"My my...now this is getting interesting! I came here prepared to do exactly that," Luda admitted, but I don't think I'll be killing him, after all. I think I want to watch him suffer a little bit longer...and now, I know that you do. Should make for an awfully interesting evening, methinks!"

The witch didn't seem to care that the two princesses were still cowering in fear of her, refusing to move from their thrones. She was much more focused on the hateful glare that Anaria cast upon her husband, and the fact that Luda now had her blessing left the witch feeling free to do whatever she pleased. With another flick of her wand, the transformation continued, and even as Faron tried to crawl closer to her, he slipped off balance, and sharp, emerging claws scratched at the intricately carved tiles of the court floor. Thumping down harshly against another stair, Faron fell out of his robes as his body became thinner, and as he flipped over, his loose fitting, comfortable pants were flung from his legs, to reveal thinning thighs and a growing trail of fur...

...And terrifyingly for him, the shrinking of what was already an average member, at best. To be disrobed in front of his own daughters was a terrible, shameful moment, but his mind was more drawn to the way that his cock was shriveling up into his crotch, and the small orbs within his sack retracted, moving up into his lower abdomen with a force that nearly made him sick.

"Worry not, young ladies. You'll have a chance to play with your daddy if you so desire," Luda finally addressed the princesses, who still refused to say a word, or do little more than tremble. "But first, I get to have my way with him, and I don't think you're gonna like what you see...though...Anaria might enjoy it!"

A flick of the wand drew the royal scepter from its resting place at the side of the king's throne, and Luda took a tight grip of the handle as she gazed down upon Faron, who was now more feline than human. Fur continued to spread over his body as his rotund flesh slimmed down and became a smooth, even body. The head of the scepter was adorned with the visage of a lion, just like the royal seal, and Luda stood over the former king, looking down on him with contempt, she held the scepter right in his face...and the shining surface was a almost a perfect mirror for the creature he'd become.

The royal seal was a male lion, however, and Faron was now Farona, an anthropomorphic blend of a lioness, and a pitiful, shameful excuse of a man. His cock was completely faded away, replaced by a thin, virgin slit between her legs, surrounded by a field of short, delicately fuzzed fur, and though his chest was never truly solid, two soft, full lumps of flesh were emerging, complete with nipples that perked up despite her protests.

"This is what it felt like when I asked you to stop, Farona. This is what it was like when you took what you wanted from me..."

The head of the scepter was large enough that it would be difficult for most women to handle internally, but the witch didn't have a care in the world about Farona's safety. She happily took the smooth, bottom end of the scepter and pressed it firmly against the untouched sex of the lioness and let the metal grind against the length of her folds, before pressing hard and forcing the device in, despite a terrible cry of discomfort from Farona herself. It was hard for the former king to adjust to the new body to begin with, but to be paralyzed by a spell while she was violated with a symbol of her proud heritage was almost as humiliating as it was painful.

"He often forced himself on me before I was ready," Queen Anaria admitted, having no shame left about her husband's abusive nature, even in front of her terrified daughters. "It feels only fitting that he learns how unpleasant that is."

"I think she'll get the point soon, Anaria. After all, my magic didn't just transform her body. It did something much more sinister than that."

Farona was squirming with disgust against the stairs as Luda flipped the scepter around, and began stuffing the rigid, thick end of the scepter right back where the smooth end had been before. Literally being fucked in front of her own daughters with the shape of a lion's head, Farona cursed her terrible luck in silence and gritted her fangs, not wanting to give Luda the satisfaction of her desperate moans.

Before the afternoon was over, however, she would lose that battle.