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Kal yawned as he stood behind the counter, just another boring day selling potions to horny guys, girls and some folks that fall somewhere between the two. It had been a quiet day, midweek often was, people liked to let the sexual tension build up and release it on the weekend in one great flood. For most people that was fine, but for Kal, it was excruciatingly dull. Not a single customer all day, no-one to swindle, charm or seduce. Even his bull friend Steve hadn't wandered by.

That big shaggy bull had been a godsend, when Kal got caught stealing from the unicorn mage Jerr'ers (oh and he may have screwed the guys wife, daughter and son, but not together just one at a time, Kal had some limits after all) and was sentenced to five years as a shopkeep. Kal was stuck in the shop, kept there by a magical curse. His only relief was in his customers and the bull had been a regular, turning up several times a week, although he hardly ever bought anything. The cheetah was sure Steve had a crush on him, and that was fine by Kal he could use the stupid bit of beef to cure his boredom. At least when he couldn't find someone new to fleece.

Then Steve had announced he was off home to the motherland, to actually visit his mother. That meant weeks with just the rest of his customers, it had been a full week since he had last found one that he could manipulate into some fun. A young human girl looking for a potion to help seduce a stallion she had met. Silly girl should have just tried opening her legs, that does it for most guys, especially big dumb horses. Though she wouldn't be opening her legs for anyone anytime soon after that. Horses are big boys and she really should have paid the extra twenty gold for a potion to make sure she could take what she wanted. Kal shrugged his shoulders thinking 'let the bitch limp, she gave shit head anyway no wonder ponyboy went in rough. You buy a strong aphrodisiac you better be prepared to deal with the consequences'.

It had been a really poor blowjob too, clearly, the woman didn't enjoy giving head. That was, of course, the difference, people who enjoyed what they were doing were better at it. He enjoyed fleecing, stealing and seducing his customers and he was bloody amazing at it. The only problem being he hadn't had a customer all day, even he wasn't good enough to scam someone who didn't exist.

A tinkling bell woke him from his moping thoughts and boredom. So grateful was the cat to hear that musical happy tinkle that he greeted the customer with a smile, for about half a second and then his face fell, "you!"

Standing in the doorway was a black bear, with a broad grin on his face. Wearing just some simple cloth pants and nothing else. At his side, a sword hung from a thin leather belt. The male was huge, he didn't stand in the doorway he loomed blocking out the light from the street. His shoulders were so broad he had to twist slightly to step inside the shop, his stomach was a soft black expanse, it was a wonderful dark and yet welcoming world just waiting for someone to cuddle up to. "Me." He confirmed with a nod. "It has been a few years."

"Three, by my count." The feline replied as he moved his paw under the counter his fingers wrapping around a throwing knife.

"A long time, old friend," the bear replied his eyes seemingly browsing the shelves of potions that lined the small store. "How have you been?"

"Oh well, things have been better. I got caught stealing from a mage and now I am magically cursed and stuck in this shop," Kal replied with a slight chuckle and a shrug of his shoulder. Kal's lighthearted tone and demeanour could have fooled anyone into thinking he was sharing a joke with an old friend. However, anyone who looked into the cheetah's eyes would know he didn't think of the bear as a friend. "Though I'm betting you knew that when you hunted me down."

"Ah, well 'hunted' is an exaggeration. I had heard of your unfortunate circumstances. I took a certain amount of joy in hearing them," the bear replied his eyes still scanning the labels of the bottles, his paws well clear of the sword at his side. "However, if you are worried that I am here to extract some revenge for what you did to me, then you can relax. I am not here to kill you, despite the two years I spent in that human prison."

Kal's paw gripped his throwing knife tighter, his eyes narrowed. "That wasn't my fault."

For the first time, the bear's friendly expression disappeared, "wasn't your fault? You were my partner and you left me tied up in the woods, while we had lawmen on our tails, and you buggered off with the damned loot! You don't need to be a great thinker to know that you screwed me in every which way but one."

"Well ok, yes technically I did drug you and tie you up," Kal's words faltered a little, he knew was trying to sell pigshit to the pig-farm he had stolen it from. However, he knew that the bear would have done the same to him. "But, I was just looking out for myself. That was a big score, I didn't know they were so close. I figured you'd wake up and get yourself free long before they found you."

"I was your partner, we planned that heist together. I worked my damned ass off finding out where the old guy kept the good junk," the bear sighed softly. "We had plans remember, hot beaches and serving wenches?"

"It's not my fault Brody, it's the game: screw the other guy before he screws you," the feline growled a little as he spoke his arm tensing.

"Hmm, I seemed to recall you liking it when I screwed you," snorted the bear as he forced himself to smile again.

"It was fun, I'll admit. Though you know turnabout is fair play and you never turned about so I could..."

"You know I don't let any man, nor beast, take that route with me boy!" Snapped the bear, but with a cheeky grin. Kal's grip on his knife didn't relax, and in his mind, he was mapping all the potions he could use to fight. The one to turn into a feral dragon was just two shelves down (currently one-third off, or buy with the werewolf potion for half off and have a 'howling good weekend with a friend'). The bear shook his head sadly, "we were friends, or I thought so at least. You can ask anyone, I have never screwed over any of my partners before."

Kal winced a little, that bit he knew was true. When he'd agreed to work a job with the bear the cheetah had done a bit of digging and everyone said the same thing 'for a thief he was surprisingly honest'. Honest but stupid, the fool had drunk a drink poured out of his sight. If he was going to survive in the thieving game he needed to learn a few lessons and the cat was all too happy to teach him, for a price of course. "I did it to help toughen you up."

"Ah well, two years in prison does somewhat toughen a guy up, that I'll admit," Brody's words were growled out the corner of his mouth while his eyes showed he wasn't really in the room. Kal had heard dark rumours about human prisons and what happens to non-human species that got sent there. "However, don't think me foolish enough to believe that you did it for any other reason than to steal my half of the loot. Maybe you can fool yourself into believing that lie, I am not so gullible, anymore."

For a few moments the bear stood still glaring at the cheetah, eventually Kal just shrugged, "I'm a cheetah, I cheated, what did you expect?"

Brody laughed and shook his head, "damn you and your jokes. I did miss you, in a strange way. Even through the nights when I would lay awake plotting exactly how I would kill you, slowly and torturously and turn your hide into a rather fetching cape." Kal's paw on the knife tensed pulling back just a little closer to the throwing position, while the other gripped on the shop counter, as he readied himself to leap over and grab the dragon potion. "However, revenge gets nobody anything, but a bitter cycle of more revenge. I came here today, believe it or not for a potion... I have a job lined up."

"What job?" Asked Kal quickly, it had been a long time since his last heist and he was still paying penance for being caught. He missed it so much, the thrill of the heist, the planning, putting together a team and the dreams of what you would do with the spoils. Oh and of course trying to figure out the best way to ensure he was the only one walking away with the spoils.

"You expect me to share that information with you?" The bear asked giving him a look that said 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice I skin you and wear your hide as a cloak'. "Now to pull this one off I need to not be me and I understand you have some potions that can help me be other things."

"We sure do," the cheetah replied putting on his best 'I'm about to screw a customer' shit eating grin. "We can make you pretty much anything, any species that exists and a few more that people just wish existed. Human, orc, tauren, equine, unicorn, any species of fur-kin and a whole bunch of hybrids."

"Great then I wish to be a...." Brody paused and suddenly wasn't able to hold Kal's eyes. Working in a shop the feline knew that look, he had seen it many times on customers. It was part of the fun of working there, watching someone squirm as they have to admit their hidden sexual desires to get the fulfilled with a potion. "When I say wish, I need to be for the heist, you understand my way in is rather... unorthodox."

"Understood, hey I don't judge. We get all sorts in here, I had this bull in last week wanting a potion so he could have udders, not go full female he just wanted someone to milk him," Kal purred his words drizzling them like honey and milk (not from the udders of a bull). "So whatever you want we got and I won't think anything less of you. Hell, I have sunk pretty low myself for a good score. One of my first jobs involved climbing up the privy chute to sneak into a Lord's bedchamber. It was a dirty job, but I made a small fortune from it."

"Right, well... I want to be a doe," the bear muttered softly still looking at the floor.

"A doe... a deer?"

"A female deer," confirmed the bear taking a deep breath he looked up. "Like I said my way in is a little unorthodox."

Kal grinned widely,"Oh it's not exactly unheard of, become what your mark desires and then... well, they screw you so you can screw them." Sniggered the cat with a lascivious wink.

"Like I said, no man takes that route with me," snorted the bear. "I chose the species because I know my mark's tastes and he tends to like felines."

"So you don't want your mark to pick you?" Kal asked confused, he was a cat and he would be curious right until his nine lives ran out.

"The potion, where is it?" the bear asked ignoring the cheetah's question. Brody knew that Kal wanted more details and leaving the feline guessing would drive him mad, which was to the bear the most delicious of frosting on top of the sweet cake that this heist was to be.

"Transformation potions are on that set of shelves," Kal replied pointing in the direction. "I might have some extra back in the storeroom if you..."

"You think I'd drink anything you have to go into the backroom to get?" Brody cut in quickly his eyes flashing with anger. The bear looked through the shelves, there were hundreds of potions, all in different bottles a whole rainbow of colours and a complete spectrum of species and genders. He found a one marked, fallow doe. "Fallow deer, those are the ones with spots right?"

"Yes, mostly they have spots. There are some variants but if you want those they would be in the backroom," Kal replied with his helpful store clerk smile, or what he thought was his helpful smile it was hard to be sure as he rarely tried to be helpful.

"Spots seem appropriate to me," the bear replied picking up the bottle and looking at the potion and then at the cheetah. "After all, if you are going to be a thieving bastard you really should look the part." Kal could hear the pain and anger in that voice, his paw gripped his dagger tighter.

"That potion is three hundred gold," the feline announced. "It comes with a tablet to take to cancel it out when you are done. Oh and there's a couple of other potions you might wa..."

"You got the price wrong," Brody interrupted any hint of friendliness evaporated from his face. "It says here the price is being betrayed into two years in human prison and I already paid." There was more than a hint of growl in his voice as he spoke.

Kal got the message loud and clear, "so I cover the cost of the potion and we are even?"

Brody nodded his head, "not exactly even, but let's just say even enough that I might stop thinking of innovative uses for your hide."

The cheetah knew that was a cheap price for forgiveness. Especially cheap when he could just claim the bottle was broken. He'd helped himself to a potion now and then just to alleviate the boredom. "Would you like it gift wrapped? I'm guessing not. Well, erm good luck with whatever it is you are planning. I hope it goes better than my last heist."

Pulling the label off the bottle Brody found a small tablet wrapped in paper, with the words 'dispel, eat when you are ready for the fun to end'. It all seemed simple and within twenty-four hours he would be back to his old self. "Well Kal, it's been... it's been, and I sincerely hope I never lay eyes on you again."

"The feeling is mutual," snorted Kal as the door closed. His paw finally let go of his knife and he took a deep relaxing breath, before falling back onto the small stool behind the bar. That was when his eyes fell on the small stack of warning leaflets, he was supposed to have tried to upsell a couple of potions to males buying a potion that turns them female. The cheetah shrugged his shoulders and smirked thinking 'well he said he wasn't going to let anyone take that route, so he probably doesn't have anything to worry about.'

Outside, Brody hurried through the busy streets. He was staying in a small tavern near the centre of town, he'd booked the room for a couple of nights. If things went well he wouldn't need to stay another night and if things went badly he definitely wouldn't be staying around. After all, you steal from the Prince regent of Krasta and get caught... being a female would be the least of his troubles.

The bear knew it would be risky but worth it. The King of the Taurens was in the city. He was making a royal visit and had brought many gifts. Including some highly valuable magic trinkets and some less magical but still highly valuable jewellery. All of it was worth a fortune, enough for Brody to live comfortably the rest of his life.

It had taken a few months of careful planning to get this far. His way in was why he needed the potion, the Prince was well known for keeping a harem of female and male indentured slaves, one from almost every race and gender. Guests of the royal kind would be invited to his harem and asked to pick from the harem. Brody's friend would sneak him into the harem, new slaves often came and went (much like those who visited the Prince). It was a quick way to pay for your indentured service, so they were always looking for fresh property.

After a discussion with his friend, he had chosen his identity carefully. The Prince was very well known for his love of slender feminine men, while the tauren king liked both males and females, but from big stocky species like his own: equines, orcs, tauren, and anything with enough heft and strength. A slender female deer would be as popular as a cat in a canine town. However, he'd be inside and he knew that he was a good enough thief to take it from there. Getting out would be easy, the palace was made to keep the people on the outside out, not the people on the inside in.

In the privacy of his room, he opened the bottle. There was no time for doubts, he had just one chance. He needed to be at the back gate of the palace within the next hour. The bear looked at himself in the mirror, whatever happened he knew he could deal with it. Two years as the only furrykin in a human prison had taught him he could deal with more than anyone thought possible. He knew his body could take more punishment than anyone would believe. Plus if things went really bad, he had broken out of one prison, he could find a way to break out of another.

Pausing with the bottle to his lips he recorked it and put it down carefully, then stripped off his pants. Brody slipped the small packet containing the tablet under the mattress. He knew he couldn't take it with him and the dirt under the bed told him that the risks of anyone cleaning under there were as remote as the chances of wandering upon an ice-cream in the middle of the Targas desert. On the bed he had a small outfit, extra small... so small that the bear couldn't believe anyone could wear it and not be accused of public nudity. It was really just string connecting a couple of patches of silk on the top. A golden belt with two cloth curtains hanging off it, one minor breeze and the whole world would get a show. Of course, they were designed for the people looking, not the person wearing.

He looked down at his body, it wasn't perfect but he liked it and he wasn't the only one. Brody had enjoyed a few lovers in his youth, both male and female. Kal had been the last one, the damned feline had a dirty mouth, but he knew how to use his tongue and he took a pounding better than almost any female he had been with. Brody had felt more than just friendship for him as a partner in crime. So when he woke up surrounded by lawmen and realised what had happened his heart hurt worse than his the rest of him, even after his first proper beating.

Grabbing the bottle he put it to his lips and started to drink. The liquid was as thick as treacle and just as sweet, it reminded him of his childhood; growing up in the maple forests far to the north, he and his brothers would drink the sweet sap right from the tree. It was a happy thought, maybe after this heist he could go home, buy his own part of the forest and live a quiet life in his early retirement. As the bottle was empty he looked at the mirror and smiled, an early and very rich retirement it would be.

He moaned as he felt the potion taking effect, looking down he could see his fur changing, the blackness growing lighter turning brown. While with a gasp he felt something inside, his muscle was disappearing, along with his fat stomach. It felt like he was being sucked down inside himself. It wasn't painful, more uncomfortable and unnerving. In the mirror he could see his face changing, his muzzle growing out longer and yet slimming down.

Brody closed his eyes and held his breath, he couldn't look in the mirror anymore, watching his own face twisting and mutating, his ears growing, it was scary. Not to mention he had noticed his head was getting lower, as the potion was shrinking him from his nearly seven foot tall, down to just five and a half foot. He felt strangely light, and yet far too heavy at the same time. He glanced down to see his legs were almost fully transformed, slender cervine ones replacing his ursine tree trunks. However, his belly was still shrinking, it had much further to go than the rest of his body.

With a slow exhale the bear realised the strange feelings were stopping, his upper body feeling much lighter, but only for a moment. Suddenly he gasped as his chest surged forward, two perky breasts sprouting forth like some delicious warm furry plants. For a moment he was worried they were going to keep growing, but as they reached more than two huge pawfuls in size they stopped.

The bear gasped as he felt a tickling lower down. He whimpered as he glanced down, his stomach now very trim and covered in white fur. He got to see his balls, formerly black and as big as oranges, receding into crotch and suddenly he felt his skin tearing. Once more there was no pain, just an uncomfortable feeling while he watched the tear grow. Brody whimpered softly, he had only lost it seconds before but he already really missed his penis. It felt so wrong there was something missing down there and his mind kept reminding him of it.

With the changes stopping the former bear looked at himself. Soft white fur on his... no her ample bosoms, stomach and delicate inner thighs. Red fur, getting darker around her back, speckled with white dots. The teardrop tail slightly longer than his old one and trembling nervously. Her breasts were ample and yet not too big, Brody had to admit she would have definitely been happy to fuck a female that looked like she now did. A strange warmth burned lower down as she looked over her new body.

Her fingers stroked down her new slender form in wonder, her fur was wonderfully silken and felt freshly washed. She felt the weight of her own breasts in her paws and couldn't stop herself from tweaking her nipples. A soft feminine gasp escaped her lips as a bolt of electric ran through her body, the heat lower down growing. Before she knew it her fingers were down below her waist, and she ran the tips against her nethers. They were moist already and she knew that the burning feeling was lust, she badly wanted to explore her new form.

Shaking her head Brody forced herself to stop, she glanced at the mirror and promised that before she gave up this new body she would find some time to enjoy it. After all, she bought the potion in a sex shop, she may as well enjoy the results. It wouldn't be long before the penis would be back and then the only breasts she could play with would belong to others and he would have to ask permission to get to play with them and ask really nicely to play with what was lower down.

Grabbing the tiny bra she fastened it around herself. The item proved to be just as difficult to put on as she remembered them being when trying to remove them off others. After a few struggled she turned it around and fastened it backwards before spinning the two tiny patches of silk back around. Her breasts did not feel supported at all, but at least her nipples were protected from any breeze, that was the only part of her protected.

Then she fastened the belt around her waist, the small silk curtains hiding her butt and crotch, but only just. Last she grabbed the huge cloak she had worn as a bear. It was too big by about three or four times, but she was determined not to be seen in public and more accurately for not too much of her to be seen in public. Krasta was hardly a place a woman should walk around almost naked and alone.

So with many layers of cloth, stinking of male bear she emerged into the early evening. Brody felt very self-conscious walking through the streets, her arms holding up the cloak that was dragging on the floor. She was sure everyone was looking at her and she found herself running, her heart beating rapidly. It was so strange, usually, the bear fearing almost nothing and no-one. Only the crazy or stupid tended to pick fights with bears seven-foot tall, dripping in muscle.

Yet as her hooves skittered on the cobbled streets she found herself running faster and faster. Trying to both not look at passerby and yet unable to stop herself looking around all the time, she wasn't sure what she expected to see. Very few people paid her attention, save one of the city guards which gave her a wink as she passed his guard station and informed her, " I get off in an hour, you come back then and I can make sure you can get off then too, Luv."

Brody didn't reply she just ran on faster, as she felt the heat of a blush hitting her cheeks. The guard had been a lion, with a huge shaggy mane and the bear had to admit he was a fine strapping figure of a man. A predator too, she trembled at the thought of being at his mercy, the lion tasting her body all over. The bear wondered if getting the potion from a shop mainly aimed at fulfilling sexual fantasies might have been a mistake. It certainly felt like there might have been something more in the potion that a transformation spell.

However, she was in it now and all she had to do was keep whatever desires she had in check for a day. Plus afterwards, she could deal with whatever desires she might have left over. So she pressed on getting to a small wooden door in the palace garden wall and knocked on it quickly a simple code agreed with her friend before hand. Three hard knocks and one soft one.

A few moments later she heard the bolts being pulled back and the door opened. On the other side was a huge black gorilla, "hi, Huia. I told you I would be here on time."

"Come on inside quickly," the gorilla grunted and Brody found herself lifted by two strong paws like she weighed nothing. The ape having strength far superior to hers. Just last week Brody had beaten Huia in an arm wrestling contest, now she was like a feather that the ape could do whatever he liked with. The deer gulped as she was placed down inside the wall. "Get that cloak off, harem girls don't wear nothing but that outfit I gave you."

"Ok," Brody replied and then let the heavy cloak fall to the floor. As her body was revealed Huia froze, his jaw dropping as his eyes feasted on the delicious doe before him. Her slender body, her hips nicely plump and inviting. Brody's breasts looked perky and perfectly sized for his huge mitts, or maybe even a wonderful treat to slide his thick cock between. "Everything ok?"

Huai looked away embarrassed, "yeah, sorry. Everything is good, you should fit in with the harem girls and bois. I can't believe it's you."

"Yeah, the potion worked really well," the bear observed and then her eyes observed her friend's cloth pants, or more actually the huge marquee that the gorilla was pitching in them. Once more that warmth started to flood his body, the heat in her nethers growing by the heartbeat as she stared at the huge tent in the gorilla's pants, the ape was packing more than she was...when she was a he.

"You look... really hot. You ever, you know, want to try that body out... afterwards like. Maybe as an extra thank you for my help..."

"The thank you for your work is a twenty percent cut of the spoils," the deer cut in quickly and gave the ape a firm look. "I don't fuck my business partners, I had a bad experience with that. This is a professional relationship, you get me in I get us the stuff and you get a nice slice of the pie."

"Mmm I do like a nice slice of pie," grunted the gorilla and Brody definitely felt like the gorilla was undressing her with his eyes and given her state of dress there wasn't a lot of effort required.

"Focus, Huai. I thought you worked with the harem girls all the time," that had been a boast the gorilla had made, the implication was the ape had full access to all the hot willing females he wanted. Brody had thought it might have just been an idle boast.

"Well... not exactly all the time, more sort of occasional like," the ape muttered, his eyes still fixed on the sexy doe in front of him. "Well, I mean mostly I just do the gardening. I did get into the harem once and... well, there was this one female human who..."

"I don't need the details right now," Brody cut in quickly. The last thing she needed to hear of was what her partner, with the huge erection, had previously done with said huge piece of ape-meat. Not while she could feel the heat inside herself growing. "Let's get this done, then afterwards...well you can buy all the pie you want with your share."

"Sounds good to me," Haui replied and then pointed across the well-tended gardens to a small door. "That way."

The two wound their way through the palace, the gorilla seemed to know a way which avoided almost all the guards. The few people they did see saw nothing but a harem girl and a servant, nothing suspicious about it at all. What didn't hit Brody until they were almost there was the gorilla was behind her the entire way, giving directions and following her at a good few steps distant up the staircases. Huai should have led from the front, but the ape clearly had decided there was some benefit in walking behind her.

"Ok stop," Huai instructed, the ape's deep commanding voice echoed in her ears a little. "The entrance to the harem is just around this corner. I gave them some fake papers and told them your name is Brandy, figured the nearer to your real name the better. You are an indentured slave with six years service left hoping to cut it down to a year in the harem."

"How bad is it in there?" The deer asked peeking around the corner nervously.

"It's really nice, comfortable furniture and really nice food. The Prince treats his harem really well, in fact half of them ain't slaves no more this is their day job." The ape shrugged his shoulders. "I asked the human girl about it once and she said it's good pay, safe job. The Prince is real picky about people who abuse his girls and bois. I heard some stories. Of course, if you get picked, well you are a harem girl they will expect you to perform your duties and I can't help you out. My advice, stay at the back and just do as you are told until night time."

"Right, ok! Here goes everything," Brody muttered giving the ape a nod. "See you in the morning."

"Good luck," Huai whispered in response, giving her a light pat on the back as she passed him. Brody almost yelped as the ape's paw slipped down her back and his large rough fingers lightly caressed her rump. It was done casually and without squeezing, some might have thought it an accidental bump, but Brody knew in her heart that it wasn't.

On she trotted towards the harem. There were two palace guards, one either side of the door, both equine. Their eyes watched her carefully as she approached, but it was the smiles on their faces that put Brody both at ease and made her uncomfortable. She knew that look from the other side, it said 'I know what I want to do to her!' The bear hoped that on his old face it looked more friendly and less crude.

However, despite the looks, the two said nothing as she walked between them and opened the door to the harem. Inside was pretty much what she thought she would find. The person who decorated the room clearly had a thing for silk. They had said 'give me silk everything and then add some extra silk' silk curtains, silk covered couches, silk cushions, silk tablecloths covering tables piled up with silk napkins. Then they'd said 'we have a rainbow of colours for a reason, use them all. No, I don't care about matching them with anything or taste, or order, just make sure they are all in there'. Of course, the room was also filled with people, dozens of them, all young and thin and all dressed like Brody, even the men.

Everywhere she looked she could see trim, nubile and almost naked young bodies. Some laying on the couches, or on the sunken circular silk sofa that took pride of place in the middle of the room. Many had glasses of wine in their hands, others were nibbling on delicate pastries from a table laden with delights, all kinds of dessert, but nothing savoury. Savoury was not something that belonged in this room.

With nothing to do but wait, Brody contemplated speaking with some of the harem girls and bois. She thought she might be able to sweet talk a few facts out of them. Huai had provided him with the palace layout, but the prince's slaves might know more. However, as she approached a small group the door on the far end of the room opened and in strode a tall equine, fur so pearly white any unicorn would be jealous. The deer recognised him from paintings he had seen hanging around the palace.

He was accompanied by a huge bull, with a golden crown. Obviously the king, but trailing after them was another tauren. This one was younger, he wore simple hunting leathers and yet Brody could tell by the immaculate grooming he was no common soldier. His fur was golden brown, with a single diamond of white on his muzzle. He followed behind the other two, his brown eyes down and he was clearly not part of the conversation.

The elder bull let his eyes wander around the room, Brody knew she was being inspected, they all were. The king was picking out his companion for the night. The prince signalled with his paws and two young men rushed to join him. One attending each arm, a lion and tiger, it seemed the Prince was in the mood for feline company that night. The young men were smiling, both at the Prince and each other as they kissed him in turn.

The king finished his inspection of the room and he pointed to a young equine stud. Brody felt a little sympathy for the black colt as he approached the king. Tauren's were known for their virility and endowments, much like equines. No doubt that was one pony who would be limping come the morning. As she watched the young horse greeting the king, Brody realised she was being observed, two soulful brown eyes were gazing at her. A warm thrill ran down her spine as they made eye contact and then she looked away.

With a laugh the king gestured two other harem girls over, a mare and a nervous looking rhino. They both came obediently and Brody breathed a sigh of relief. He had chosen this body to avoid their choosing it, but there had always been a risk their intel was wrong, or that the nobles would choose to try something new. With their partners chosen Brody grinned and glanced around the room. Good food, very attractive company and plush surroundings. It would be a very pleasant wait for the palace to fall asleep.

However, as the Prince took a step towards the door the king reached out and put a mighty mitt on the equine's chest. Brody saw the Prince's guards twitching, their sword hands moving to their hilts as someone touched their sovereign. For a moment the king muttered to the Prince and then gestured at the other bull and back at the room. Brody gulped, somehow she knew what was being said, even though she couldn't hear. The king was asking if his companion might partake in the delights of the Prince's harem.

A warmth spread lower down as her body and mind both knew what was about to happen. Yet she just watched with a mixture of horror and arousal as the Prince nodded and then held up a single finger. The other bull may have a slave for the night, but just one. There was no question on her mind who that one would be, those brown eyes had not left her since they had shared a moment. He smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders a little, almost as if he was embarrassed. Despite herself, and her fears Brody found herself smiling back and she even winked. Then she caught herself and she chided herself, getting chosen would only make things more difficult.

It was set though, like concrete laid down a year ago, it was solid and nothing but brute force would move the progression of events. The doe gulped as the brown bull pointed right at her. The Prince waved urgently and Brody whimpered, yet between her legs, she could feel a warmth spreading. Bulls were very virile after all and she had wanted to try out this body while she had it. This way there would be no awkward conversations in the morning, just a night of exploration and then a good heist, things could be much worse.

Of course, that was assuming that she enjoyed the exploration and that the young stud wasn't too rough, or she would be limping out. Limping out a rich woman, soon to be a man again. It would be worth it, she promised herself. It wasn't prostitution, it was robbery. That lie somehow made it all seem better, plus those eyes, those soulful happy brown eyes. They watched her every move as she approached, they showed a mixture of excitement and yet apprehension.

As she reached them the deer became aware that the others were staring at her. All the slaves and the other royals were watching. Brody realised she had just arrived and stopped without saying anything. Copying the other harem slaves she approached the young bull and reached out to take his arm. It was warm, so very warm and it twitched, thick powerful muscles rolled under the golden wheat coloured fur. The warmth between her legs grew as she looked up to the young bull, "My lord." She whispered softly.

"Well, there you go my boy. Enjoy her. Now, Ladies and gentlemen, I think it is time I retire to my bedchamber, I have a... relaxing night ahead of me," the elder bull's voice was like warm dark chocolate, it was deep and rumbled softly through her. A deeply animalistic part of the cervine wondered if she had been chosen by the right male.

The Prince gave a laugh, his voice oddly deep as well, Brody had assumed the more feminine body of the equine would have made him effeminate. "Well Caspian, enjoy yourself. I believe this young lady must be new here, fitting for your first visit. You can figure things out together, your father and I will see you in the morning. Now I think it is time for Hero and Lyndon to get reaquainted with their prince, it has been two long nights without my favourite servants."

With that the equine left, with Hero and Lyndon on his arms. Brody looked up at the bull, a tauren prince. Who was brushing his mane away from his eyes, his horns were so highly polished the lamplight from the room reflected off the white ivory.

"Well, I... we should go to my room... I guess." the young male stammered trying to put on the confident airs of his father, but failing in a way that made Brody's heart melt. The Prince was only a handful of years younger than him, but clearly, his life had been more sheltered. The deer wondered if the prince was a virgin, as technically she was. After all, this body had never actually had sex before and she certainly wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to do. She knew the basics, but she had no idea what it would be like to lay beneath another male, yet the spreading warmth in her loins told her she wanted to find out.

"As you wish My Lord," the deer replied and she felt his muscles tense up at her words. This close, and with the other males gone, she could scent him. He smelled of fresh cut grass drying in the noonday sun of a summer's day, but there was something else under there an exotic and spicy scent. Brody couldn't identify the exotic scent but her nose wanted to take more, but she held herself back, she was the slave here.

"Please, call me Caspian. I... am just the twelfth son of my father," the bull replied as they left the harem. Brody noted the young male's almost irrelevant point of which number son he was. Clearly, it was a fact that bothered the young man, or maybe it was something he was teased about. It was hard to imagine anyone teasing the seven-foot wall of muscle and yet he was small next to his father, smaller than the bear's natural form too. Certainly attractive, those eyes would have enchanted Brody whatever his form. There was an emotional vulnerability in those eyes, although when she held onto the strong male's arm she felt safe.

"As you wish Caspian," she replied shyly. "If I might speak freely for a moment Caspian..." Brody knew better than to speak as if she was a free deer, she needed to keep her cover.

"You may always speak freely to me," Caspian replied his voice growing stronger as he tried to assert himself. Brody blushed as she realised the young man was trying to be gallant, for her.

"I do not care how many brothers you have, you are here, not them and I am not sad that I have not met sons one through eleven," as she spoke she pressed her lithe body up against the young man. She heard a slight gasp and realised that in her desire to show support she had just pressed her breasts around his bicep.

"Thank you, I know you are... paid to see to my comfort..." A finger on a delicate paw pressing to his lips stopped the bull from speaking.

"Caspian, please do not look to explain away my words, if the situation were reversed and I had to choose between you and your eleven brothers, I would have chosen you," Brody whispered sweetly and she could feel the heat of the young man's blush. She had guessed what he was thinking and had jumped ahead to denying that her words were bought. She wasn't getting paid for this, well not exactly paid for it. "If you look for a way to make yourself lesser you will surely find it and that is not a good thing."

"Well... ok, I will try. However, it is hard to believe you would choose me over any of my kin, I am the runt..."

"You are not a runt to me!" Brody exclaimed as she looked up into his eyes again. The bull dwarfed her by a good foot and more, his body easily triple her weight.

The young man blushed again and then he reached out, his paw stroking across Brody's cheek. She smiled at gasped a little at the feel, a strong large palm caressing her delicate features. She nuzzled against it and thrilled at the feel of the strength there, runt indeed. She kissed his palm, a surprise for both of them. It had been done on instinct and yet she didn't regret it. His exotic taste seemed to cling to her lips and she could feel the heat inside her growing rapidly.

"Thank you... I don't know your name, forgive me my rudeness for not asking when we first met. I am very new to this, back home my lovers are all friends. Mostly my bodyguards and my handmaiden." The young bull slipped his arm around her waist, the thick muscle making her feel tiny and frail and yet oh so safe with his scent in her nose and his heat against her.

"My name is Bro...andy, Brandy," the deer stumbled over her own words for the first time. For a moment she had forgotten why she was there, she had just been talking to a man she was interested in.

"Brandy? That's a pretty name. I rather enjoy a nice drink of brandy on cold winter nights," Caspian replied as he started to walk her, keeping his arm around the doe's waist, through the palace. Brody leaned against the firm chest and could hear the solid beat of a heart, it was fast but not yet racing. "How did you end up here?"

"My father was a merchant, he ran into some money troubles and sold me into service for ten years," Brody had thought of a backstory just in case any of the other servants had asked him. It wasn't original, in fact, it was quite a common story among indentured slaves. That was the whole idea, not to be remarkable, a sad story that gave enough explanation that hopefully people would not press for any further information.

"That's terrible," the bull muttered softly and the story worked, no further questions were forthcoming.

"Could be worse, from what I have heard I can earn enough to pay for ten years service in a year here," the deer replied while she squeezed his arm and leant up to whisper. "Getting to meet people like you definitely helps." The heat of a blush returned to the bull's cheeks and she couldn't help but love the mixture of joy, pride and embarrassment that was painted all over Caspian's muzzle.

"This ... this is the guest room I was assigned," he mumbled as they reached a door. He opened it for the doe and waited for her to step inside. The room was rather opulent, a four-poster bed dominating half of it, large enough for the two of them, plus ten guests. From what Brody had heard the room quite possibly had seen that bed filled to capacity and beyond. The Prince did like to treat his honoured guests well after all.

The walls were hung with beautifully woven tapestries, displaying lakes, forests and rivers. While there was a large window, through which he could see the city, against a red sunset, the sun dipping down into the ocean, a beautiful dancing tableaux of reds, oranges and golds. To the right of the room, there was a large and comfortable looking sofa, along with an exquisitely carved (and hopefully well stocked) drinks cabinet.

Capsian stood beside her, looking around nervously, "I... have never done this before. I mean I've... you know with others, but never a..." the bull let his sentence just die on his stammering lips.

Brody smiled and she reached out to take his paws, "I'm new to this too, maybe we start with a drink and some time on the sofa." She knew that she might be on a new side of the fence, but it was still the same fence and alcohol usually made it easier to fall off the fence, whichever side you were climbing up.

There was an amazing range of drinks in the cabinet, Brody had no doubt they were all very high quality. She poured herself a double whiskey and then looking back she saw the young bull had stripped off his leather clothing to relax naked, one quick glance between the young stud's legs and Brody doubled up on her double measure. "What would you like Caspian?"

"I... would like a taste of Brandy," the deer's ears picked up on the tone of the young bull's voice. It was definitely an attempt at flirting, or sounding smooth. There was enough confidence there to let Brody know that in a few years time, with the right encouragement this bull would be a lothario to reckon with, but he had a way to go yet .

She gave a slight chuckle and glanced back shyly, making sure to make eye contact. Those brown eyes winked at her and she winked back, then poured him a good measure of brandy. If the bull was going to try and flirt she was willing to show him she could keep up with the best of them.

Brody walked back with a glass in each paw. Caspian had spread himself out on the sofa, taking up almost all of it. His meaty thighs were fully spread and laying on the silken fabric was a heavy set of leather balls, each one would be more than a pawful for Brody. Resting above the leather orbs was a thick phallus, it was definitely partly engorged. It was clear the confidence and lust of the young male were growing, now that he had the girl of his choice alone in his room. The air was growing heavy with the scent of bovine musk.

Caspian looked at her and he tried to put on a confident grin, Brody's eyes looked at the tiny patch of empty sofa available for her to sit on and then back at the bull. The bull gave a start and moved his legs quickly, making space for the deer to sit. Brody forced himself not to chuckle at the young man, instead, she stepped forward and sat down on his muscular thigh. A glass of brandy was forced into the bovine's paw while a warm lithe female body was laid against his naked chest.

The bull's chest was expansive, his golden fur was wonderfully soft, no doubt due to the good grooming available to a prince. A tuft of thick golden brown fur sat between to muscular pecs. While under her ass, Brody could feel a powerful thigh tense, in fact, every single muscle on the bull tensed up and he lifted his glass to his lips and downed the large brandy quickly.

Brody took a sip of her own whiskey, it was extremely smooth and peaty. At least a thirty year matured single malt was his guess. She took a second much larger sip and then looked up at the bull. "Did you enjoy the brandy?"

"I... guess... honestly, I've never had any brandy before," Caspian replied with a chuckle, placing his empty glass down. His large paw stroked up Brody's slender arms, his fingers tickling and ending little thrills through the deer. The mitt cupped the back of her head as he whispered huskily. "I think I could use a second taste." The line was corny, but the kiss wasn't. Velvet bull muzzle was pressed to her slender one, so very gently. Brody moaned softly against those lips as warmth spread throughout her body, her heart beginning to beat rapidly.

She expected the kiss to last but a moment, but as Caspian pulled back she pushed up suddenly, pressing her lips desperately to his. Their mouth's opening and their tongues meeting and dancing, the strong flavour of brandy on the bull's hungry tongue. She jumped slightly as a paw stroked over her knee, and then sighed happily as that paw slid slowly up her thigh. All the while she returned his kiss with growing passion, no more doubts, no more fears. They both knew what they wanted in that moment.

Caspian's fingers tickled her inner thigh and Brody felt the heat inside intensity, she was burning up in a way she had never felt before. Parts of her were aching in a way she never expected. A huge palm landed on her right breast and she gasped at the sensation, he didn't squeeze he just caressed and admired her pert mounds.

Their kiss was broken and Brody looked into those soft brown eyes and all she saw was desire and she knew it was a look mirrored in her own eyes. The bull leaned forward and kissed slowly down her slender neck, his paw stroking closer, inching ever closer to her mound. Her whole body was trembling as she sat there letting her young lover explore. His fingers so close to her mound, her heart raced as she braced herself, for that first touch. But it never came, first, she felt velvet lips on her chest, nuzzling and kissing her breasts, she squirmed a little and could feel a bead of moisture dripping out of her nethers.

With a cry she felt a warm strong tongue touch her nipple and then it was surrounded by a gentle, sucking maw. She whimpered gently as she leant against his huge head, nuzzling his hair. Then she cried out again, as thick fingers suddenly surged forward, thick digits stroking her silken entrance, getting soaked in seconds. She could feel herself opening up, welcoming her lover and then she whimpered, as the fingertips slipped inside her folds, stroking up to a sensitive spot she had never had touched before. With a squeal of pleasure, she announced her approval, her body pushing back against those fingers.

The bull pushed his advantage and more than that he pushed his fingers, sinking them deeper inside, knuckle after knuckle. Brody moaned at the feeling as she felt something slide inside her moist depths, she ground herself against those digits as waves of pleasure erupted, gentle waves that lapped against the beach of her body kissing it gently. She rocked back and forth against those fingers, then suddenly those wonderful digits were gone and she squeaked in arrogant anger at the cessation of such pleasurable feelings.

With a rough kiss on her lips, Caspian silenced her and showed her just who the stud was. His tongue delved deeply into her maw and then he broke their kiss with a deep rumbling moan, he whispered into her ear, "I want another mouthful of brandy." So lost in the pleasure was she that Brody completely forgot that was the fake name she had given her lover. So she wondered if he was actually asking her to get him another glass.

Her wondering lasted all of half a second before two powerful golden furred arms scooped her up like she weighed nothing. She was tossed face upwards onto the sofa. Strong paws pulled her legs apart like they owned her and before she could say anything velvet lips were kissing her nether lips. A strong bovine tongue licked against her entrance and any thoughts she had were gone, bolts of pleasure took hold of her, if the others had been gentle waves, these were the waves of a storm, crashing powerfully against her beach. She cried out and bucked her hips upwards against his muzzle.

Brody grabbed the bull by the horns as she felt a tongue wriggling around inside her, exploring and devouring her silken depths. He had devoured his own share of female lovers, but she had never realised how good it really felt. The slick tongue lashing against her folds, warm fuzzy lips stroking her clit softly as he groaned into her as he feasted on her taste. Her delicate fingers clung desperately to his horns, there were no words she could form all that came forth was animalistic noises of pleasure.

Inside her there was a fire raging, it devoured any thoughts she had, it was the beast of her lusts and she gave in to it willingly. As the seconds and minutes past she could feel herself getting nearer and nearer to the edge of something. Her silken thighs clenched around the bull's head, desperately holding him down, she fucked herself onto his broad hungry tongue with the wild fever of an animal in heat.

The bull rumbled with moans that seemed to tremble through her, his tongue was swirling around inside her. Then it pulled out and she whimpered at the emptiness, but only for the half a heartbeat it took for his lips to find her clit. It was amazing how easily the big beast was able to find the sweet spot, and how gentle yet forceful he was with it. His tongue tip licking back and forth across it, while her emptiness was solved with the addition of two thick bovine fingers. Brody cried out, again and again, trying to fuck herself back onto those wonderful digits.

All the deer could think of was the pleasure she was feeling, it washed through her body again and again. Her paws pulling on the bull's horns desperately, she may as well have been trying to move a mountain. He was a rock and he stuck where he was feasting, his tongue lapping slowly up her slit again and again, at the end of each long languid lap the tip flicked her clit, the pleasure button and each time it was lashed the deer cried out louder, her moans echoing around the room.

The digits were pulled free and a hungry tongue returned, one taste was clearly not enough for this male. He drank her essence hungrily, his hot breath flowing over her sex. The warm air tickling her sensitive nethers in a most delightful way. Her eyes were closed as she continued to writhe, panting desperately as she struggled to breathe, pert bosoms heaving with her chest. The tongue seemed to delve deeper and deeper with each moment, each time she thought she had felt everything he found some new fold and a thick muscle lashed against it.

Then she felt two powerful paws, they grasped her breasts, firmly but didn't squeeze, just cupped them. Caspian's thumbs stroking over her erect nipples over and over. The new sensation was all that she needed to throw her over the edge. She screamed out his name as she pressed her nethers desperately against his lips, while her depths clenched down around his tongue, as she drown in the pleasure of her orgasm her world filled with nothing but the feel of his tongue inside her.

Her body bucked and convulsed as she writhed against him, her paws slipping off his horns as exhaustion took hold. Eventually, she just lay back panting heavily, basking in the afterglow. She was barely aware she was not alone but lacked the senses required to interact. Strong arms lifted her up and she put her arms around a strong neck and nuzzled against his warmth. She felt so safe cradled in his powerful embrace, her eyes closed.

Caspian carried her to the bed and laid her on it. Part of Brody's mind noticed she had been lain on the edge of the bed, with her legs dangling over. The bear ideally thought that was how he liked to place his lovers, so he could keep his feet on the floor, to give him better purchase and allow for a much longer and harder breeding. She felt the weight of the bull, as Caspian leant over her, Brody reached up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck.

Then she felt it, a warm smooth tip stroking her nethers. Brody's eyes went wide, but any objection was silenced by bovine lips and a hungry tongue. Then she felt the male above her thrust, and she whimpered softly as his thickness drove into her, the feelings oddly mixed between the pleasure of the moment and the slight pain as his thickness stretched her. Caspian didn't stop until his balls were resting on her buttocks. Then he broke the kiss and moaned softly, while his paws stroked up her arms. Their fingers laced together as their lips rejoined their dance.

The bull rocked gently, his cock moving just half an inch slowly in and out, working her open. The pain of the entrance was soon just a distant memory, all but forgotten as Brody felt the heat inside her. This time it wasn't just her lust, it was the throbbing cock of her lover. It tickled in a strange and yet wonderful way, she found herself rocking back into each gentle thrust. Her paws grasped his muscular back desperately. For the first time in her life Brody felt tiny, fragile, she was dwarfed by her huge lover and yet she didn't fear. In fact, she loved the feeling, of submitting for once to someone stronger.

Capsian mooed deeply as he thrusting grew deeper and deeper, sliding more and more of his maleness inside her. The pleasure of the moment growing, as their lips wrestled and they tasted each others' desperate panted breaths. Brody could feel the power of the brute above her, the doe's muscles tensing and relaxing as the beast rutted faster and faster. The deer bucked under him, clenching down as if trying to keep his length inside her.

With a gasp of pleasure, their kiss was broken. Brody looked up at the bull above her, the look on his face showing nothing but desperate concentration and lust. Those soft brown eyes were staring down at her intensely, and she looked back up with the same intensity. She could feel her orgasm approaching and she wasn't fighting it. Then she felt Caspian above her move, his hand was suddenly missing from hers.

Warm and strong fingers reached down and rubbed against her clit, stroking in circles. Brody's eyes went wide and she buried her muzzle in Caspian's neck screaming in pleasure. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her silken walls gripping down on the thrusting bull shaft like a vice made of solid velvet. He grunted and gasped and yet continued to thrust, keeping his rhythm going, his finger never stopping its teasing as he kept rutting.

Brody was lost to a world of pleasure, her body exhausted and almost limp below him as she drown in the pleasure of her orgasm. It was lasting an eternity, and then Caspian bellowed suddenly and began to thrust wildly, the thick maleness pounding her sloppy hole with the desperation of a feral beast looking to empty its seed into a fertile mate. The sudden increase made the deer's body react if she had seen a storm of pleasure the next wave was a tsunami it didn't just drown the beach it swept it away. Taking everything with it as multiple orgasms wracked her body, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

The deer was crying out the bull's name so loudly her throat was hurting, while she was bathed in pleasure. His every touch was bliss itself, their lips met again and she felt him throb inside her. A new warmth was spreading in her nethers, and this one was not of her making, it was his seed cooling and soothing her needs. With soft moos of pleasure, he continued to rut slowing down as he pumped jet after jet of thick bull cream into his new cow. While he kissed her lips, cheeks and neck. He whispered soft and wonderful words into her delicate ears.

Inside her, she could feel his warmth and strength, his maleness was still hard. Caspian's head was pressed against her neck, his hot breath soaking her fur while he drank her scent in deeply. As he stirred a little Brody felt the maleness inside her twitch. She gasped and when he made to pull out he found a cervine paw on his ass. His eyes looked down questioningly and she squirmed under his gaze and then kissed his cheek and whispered, "we aren't done yet are we?"

"No... not by a long shot," the bull replied with a confident grin on his face. "What do you want next, my sweet deer?"

Brody paused as she thought. There was a position she loved, male or female lover it was always amazing. Her body trembled at the thought of trying out the other side of it. As a male there was no way he would let a lover do it, also he doubted his beefy bear body would be limber enough for it to be possible. "Stand up." She whispered and Caspian did as he was asked, his thick cock pulling out of her with a slurping sound, followed by a warm trickle of seed down her taint.

"Take my ankles in your paws," her breath caught in her through as two powerful hands wrapped around her ankles. Looking up she could see a knowing smile on the bull's face, it was clear he could guess what was coming next. "P.. put them on your sh... shoulders." The excitement of the moment was making it hard for her to speak, her heart was racing and she was breathing rapidly. "Now lean over me and... well, I am sure you can figure the rest out."

"Indeed," he replied and it may have just been the deer's ears but it sounded like Caspian's voice was far deeper and more confident than before. The bull was grinning down at her, with Brody's delicate hooves either side of his head. Then he did as she instructed, leaning over quickly, pressing her legs down to her chest. A whimper was caught in the deer's throat as she was pinned down and bent double. She knew that she loved this position as a man because it made him feel powerful and dominant. It also allowed him to get as deep into a mate as possible. He would bend over his lovers and stuff them full of his thick bear cock until they squealed.

Brody's heart skipped a beat as she felt Caspian's thick tip pressing to her drooling lips. She braced herself for a rough ride. However, the first rough thrust never came, instead she felt warm sweet breath on her face, opening her eyes she found herself lost in the soulful browns. Velvet lips locked, in a sweet and tender kiss, her heart calmed and her breathing slowed as she sank into the warmth of the kiss. Then she felt him thrusting, it was slow and gentle, he fed her inch after inch, it was wonderful and yet tantalizing. After each inch, she expected to feel the warmth of his balls pressing up, but there was more and more bull cock. His girth seemed to have grown within the last few minutes, along with his length.

When she finally felt those huge leathery nuts smacking against her stretched lips Brody sighed happily. She felt so full, and this time there had been no pain. The deer was impressed, in the same position she was have pounded her lover's hole loose and sloppy in the time it had taken the bull to make one thrust. Yet the feeling of control, of tenderness and patience it drove her to want more.

Caspian kept his lips on hers, his tongue dancing as he sighed with contentment. Then he pulled out, slowly and torturously, he seemed to have all night to enjoy her body and he wanted her to feel every inch as it speared into her silk. When there was just the tip left he pushed back in, ever so slightly faster, sliding in until his crotch kissed hers. He moaned happily as he slowly but powerfully deep dicked the little doe under him. Brody whimpered and trembled as the cock pulled out, trying to buck up into it, and yet with his weight holding her bent double, there was no way she could exert any control.

The bull broke the kiss eventually and panted softly as he thrust in slowly once more and then he whispered, "is this what you wanted?" Brody blushed deeply and nodded her head, only for the bull's cock to thrust in suddenly hard and deep, the smack of his hips hitting hers echoed around the room. The sting of the blow rocked through her body and she squealed out loud. "I didn't hear that." He whispered softly as he began to pull back slowly.

"Y.. yes," Brody gasped, the fast thrust had surprised her and yet delighted her as well. Her body had rocked with the sudden increase in pleasure and ached for more. Which it was given as another hard and powerful thrust stuffed that thick bull cock deep into her, as deep as he could thrust, his balls pushing against her lips.

"Yes, what?" Caspian asked as the echoes of her squeal of delight died down.

Brody took a deep breath and looked up at the bull, she could see a mischievous grin on his face. The young bull enjoying the place of power she had put him in, "yes I liked ....ahhhh!" She didn't get to finish as a fast thrust forced words off her lips and replaced them with moans of pleasure.

Caspian chuckled a little above her, clearly enjoying himself and he thrust hard and deep a second time which elicited another squeak from the tiny deer under him. Brody panted heavily as she looked up into his eyes. Her own filled with lust and desire, she knew what he wanted to hear and she whispered it, "more, please I need more...ahhhh... yes!" As she asked he thrust into her hard and she pushed back into the thrust, "harder...faster!" She begged and he obliged thrusting into her with growing speed and strength.

Her delicate fingers tore at the silken sheets as she felt him towering above her, thrusting down fast and hard. The room buzzed with the sounds of their love, the slap of his leathery sack on her soaking taint, the squeals of her pleasure and his deep moans and moos. The two lost themselves in each other, giving in to their desires. The bull above her slamming into her cunny depths with the desperation of a real breeding stud.

The deer cried out as she felt her first orgasm take hold, she could no longer speak. All she could do was cry out in pleasure, her insides clung desperately to his thickness, trying to keep him inside her. Her body was on fire, she needed her juices, his milk to quench the flames. He grunted and moaned, his golden fur shimmering with the sweat of all the effort, it dripped down onto her, and the room stank of him, of virile bull. Every breathful drove her to lust for him more and more. She gritted her teeth as another orgasm took hold and she clenched down around him tightly.

It wasn't until her third orgasm was in full flow that Caspian finally lost control. Bellowing like a beast in the field as it claimed a cow, he roared out his pleasure as his leathery sack convulsed, his shaft throbbed and her cunt was flooded with his potent virile seed. Which found the fertile soils of her womb. Caspian thrust himself in deep one last time and they both collapsed into a pile of panting, bodily fluids, kisses and moans.

The next morning Brody arrived back at her hotel room. She had a robe that she had stolen from Caspian's room wrapped around her and a huge bag on her back. The robbery had gone off perfectly. At four in the morning, she had slipped away from her slumbering lover, she had felt strangely sad to leave. Caspian had looked so cute and happy as he slept, his face a picture of contentment. Yet the deer knew she had a job to do, the bull would be gone the next day and the gifts would have been moved from the great hall to the vault.

So she had left, limping a little as bull spunk dribbled down her leg. Caspian had certainly proven the virility of the bovine males was no fable, it was fact. Brody had lost count of the number of times he had bred her, or the number of orgasms she had enjoyed. The loot had been almost unguarded and those few guards were easily dealt with. Two quick sleeper darts and then five minutes later she was out of the palace and on her way.

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Well, she had promised herself she would explore and she had no regrets. Maybe one regret, that poor young bull waking up on his own. However, it wouldn't be long before the palace awoke and his handiwork was discovered. Then she imagined it would be very quickly established that they had never actually bought the contract on a deer slave girl and the whole city would be looking for her.

A smile spread across her face as she held up something to the mirror. What they wouldn't be looking for was a huge male black bear. Then she put the tablet to her lips and bit down on it and swallowed. Suddenly she felt heavy and more than that she felt weak. Falling to her knees she looked down at her belly which was swelling rapidly. Her arms and legs felt like they were inflating. Her fur was turning and within a few seconds, she was his old self again.

The bear looked down at his naked body. It had been an interesting experience but he was definitely glad to be back in his own body. Then he felt something, he reached down just to check and then gasped and looked up at the mirror and growled.

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Kal was awakened by banging on the shop door, the cheetah yawned and stretched. It wasn't the first or last time he had been roused by a desperate customer and he took his time pulling on his pants and shirt. After all, there was no need to rush for customers, there would always be more customers and they really should wait for the damn shop opening times.

Five minutes after the banging started Kal opened the door, to come face to stomach with an enraged bear, "you little shit!" Snarled the bear as he barged past Kal and into the shop. "You better be able to fix this!"

"I'm afraid it will take more than a magic potion to fix your bad manners," the feline replied with a snarl, this time he didn't just grab hold of his throwing knife he flashed it for Brody's attention.

The bear didn't seem to notice and just growled, "you know what I'm talking about, that tablet didn't dispel the potion...fully."

Realisation dawned on the cat and he began to laugh," oh... , let me guess. When you said you weren't going to have sex while transformed... that was a lie?"

"Well, not exactly a lie... I just... things happened beyond my control," the bear replied flushing deeply with embarrassment, his anger melting away in the face of a scornful and unafraid cat.

"Well, I assume when you were not exactly having sex, you were not exactly using any protection," the feline replied with a deep purr of contentment. He didn't need Brody to reply he could see it on the bear's face. "Now you have found you have returned to your old form, only with a little addition?"

Brody nodded slowly and blushed a little. It was hard to admit that his manly form now had a somewhat womanly secret.

"I've got good news and bad news. The good news is there is a roughly fifty percent chance your vagina will not be with you forever." Kal replied with the smirk of a cat who not only had gotten the cream but who owned the fucking diary.

"Fifty percent? That's the good news!? What the hell is the bad news?" Brody asked his voice getting desperately high. He had a strange inkling what it might be, but he was hoping desperately that he was wrong.

"The bad news is, you won't know for at least nine months, because your lady parts are not going to vanish until they have finished being used," Kal smirk broadened as he leant forward and whispered. "You're pregnant, congratulations!!!"

"I... I can't be..."

"Oh you can certainly be, last night you were a woman, you had sex with a man and he knocked you up, it happens all the time." The cheetah replied with a smirk. "Ordinarily I'd try and sell you a potion to cure the situation. However, experience has taught me it is a very bad idea to mix one magic potion with another. The results can be unpredictable, potentially fatal even."

"So... I'm just supposed to, have the kid?" Brody asked staring at his belly, it looked the same as always. It was hard to believe there was a cub growing somewhere inside.

"Sure, have the kid or kids, sometimes it can be twins or more." Kal was enjoying the conversation just a little too much and he knew it. "Nothing I can do to help, you know who the father is?"

"Yes, of course, I know!" Snapped the bear angrily.

"Oh careful, those pregnancy hormones already, I hear they are a bitch," purred the feline with delight. "You might want to let him know he is going to be a daddy."

"I... can't," the bear mumbled as he thought of Caspian. The poor lad, he could imagine the look on his face if the bear turned up and tried to explain he was the female he had spent the night with. Not to mention he was the thief everyone was looking for.

"Well, you can't stay here. I suggest you quietly, calmly and quickly fuck off!" Kal half snarled as he shoved the bear out of the door. Brody didn't even fight he was far too shocked to do anything. He had arranged to meet up with Huai and share out the spoils before they both made a bolt for it.

He was going home, to use the spoils to buy his own small part of the world, he at least could give his unexpected child a better childhood than he had. The bear took a deep breath and turned from the shop and walked away.

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