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"You know, you don't look like the criminal mastermind they make you out to be. And I would know."

Her voice was partly drowned out by the rain and wind, pattering and howling just outside the mouth of the torchlit cave where she had brought her captive. Mahiri stood a safe distance from the cage, looking all relaxed and casual, when really her eyes were actively scanning every inch of her captive, searching for any sign of aggression or hostility. She couldn't find anything she disliked, but that just concerned her. By outward appearances, the leopardess all tightly clad in black leather, her face only partly revealed beneath her raised hood was the apparent villain in the situation. Especially as she stood admiring the alarmed features of a fresh-faced, younger human, looking the picture of innocence, his concerned expression maintaining the illusion of a mistaken identity without him even needing to say anything. Though he was far from silent as he found himself in such a concerning predicament.

"You have to believe me! None of what they say is true! I'm ... I'm one of the good guys! I came here to help!"

Mahiri took a moment to tap her upper lip with the tip of a gloved finger, before just letting a smirk fall over her.

"I suppose that's entirely possible, mister - Felix, was it? What's also entirely possible is that someone put a really, really good bounty on bringing you in. Alive, of course! I don't do that kind of work."

He was about to form another protest, but instead he just gritted his teeth when he saw her going through his stuff. There was a blank spot in his memory when it came to recalling how exactly she'd managed to capture him, but he at least didn't have a headache. She hadn't been too violent about it. But, where usually his sword was more than capable of at least warning him of impending danger, it had remained dormant. Normally, it rattled with urgency when in the presence of evil, and actively rebelled against the grip of unscrupulous hands. That was why he let out such a sizable gasp when he saw her picking it up with ease, expertly twirling it around in front of her before cocking her head to the side and examining the blade. His first thought was that she had disabled it somehow. His second was just how shapely and ample her backside looked, all tightly confined in sleek black leather, with that spotty tail swishing just above.

Felix knew he shouldn't have been staring. But there was something so enticing about a villainess like her. She seemed dangerous, perhaps. But not maliciously so. And not only was his sword failing to react to her, it had allowed him to be captured by her with no warning whatsoever, at least that he could remember. Maybe it knew better than he did about the quality of her character. Or maybe it just knew what was best for him. He let that thought linger in his head when she turned back to him, setting his supplies back down, slowly approaching with a swish of her tail. Was she trying to turn him on? He bit firmly into his bottom lip, stepping away from the bars he was gripping, trying not to let the motions of her hips catch his eye too intently. She'd stripped him of his belongings but for his underclothes. If he started firming up, he wasn't going to be able to hide it.

Her face was still partly concealed, her eyes a gleam of green beneath the shadow of her cloak, but he could see her grin just fine. She stood right in front of his cage, leaning herself forward, even squishing her bosom against the bars. Everything about her was soft, curvy, like a great pillow wrapped in leather who would have surely been so very comfy if he was just pressing up against her. He was already holding his jaw taut, standing rigidly in place as he fought down the rising force of lust with sheer willpower. He would not, he could not, not when he was so vulnerable like that. Letting his other side show through then might not have been the best move when it came to making a case for his innocence. The wind was howling through the cave, the rain pouring down just outside, bringing out a wet, earthy scent that only seemed to amplify everything he felt. In the middle of it, silently grimacing, trying his best to look calm, she clutched the bars and gave them a little tug, sticking her muzzle right between them to speak.

"Let's say I believe you, and that you're totally innocent. What do I get out of letting you go?"

He couldn't help but stammer. "Well I-I ... I'm sure we could negotiate some sort of trade ..."

He didn't want to go into detail about the treasures he possessed, especially since some of them were still hidden among his belongings, but surely he didn't need all of them. To his dismay, she shook her head.

"No, I'm not looking for things. I don't care about the bounty. You're far too cute to ever turn over to the authorities, rampaging terror or not."

"I'm not a -"

She cut him off, pressing her muzzle forward, fitting it almost entirely through the bars.

"Aren't you? You know, even looking at you now, I can sense something different about you. Something not quite human. And I like it."

She stepped back, and he watched her intently as she raised her hands to her hood, lowering it down with dramatic flair, revealing her feline features in full. He found himself admiring her for a while, falling to silence. A sound made itself apparent to him, faint at first, then growing in intensity as she began to run her fingers along the many straps and buckles of her outfit. Oh gods. She was_purring_ at him. Or at least giving a pleasant sort of leopard rumble. The sound alone was infectious, but it became outright irresistible when she set to slowly undressing herself as she made it, taking it a little at a time to reveal the plush fur beneath her armour, a little bit at a time. First it was a glimpse of creamy white cleavage, then her whole trim belly as she let her buckles fall open. A slow slide over her shoulders, and she was topless, bearing a fine set of double-handful breasts, jiggling free as she dressed down her vibrant spots. He was already starting to huff at such a sight, but it wasn't until she cupped her chest with both hands and indulgently squeezed at her own bosom that he started to change.

It came accompanied by a lower grunt, something far less cute and innocent than he appeared. He liked to think only he noticed such an effect, at first. His teeth were feeling a little sharper against his lower lip. His skin was harder beneath his clothing, with a few firm golden scales forming where his birthmark normally was, freckling over his skin as it began to fade from its darker tone to something more like ivory. A faint ache around the crown of his skull hinted at the first sign of his horns, but there was nothing overly visible yet. His ears were getting notably pointier, but maybe they just looked perked and attentive. For the most part, he liked to think it was subtle, but he would have changed his mind if he could see his own eyes. They were much the same, at least in size and shape, but the light in them was all different, reflecting outwards with a much more intense gleam and glow, something that couldn't possibly have been described as human. Her own eyes lit up brightly when she saw it, her fangy smile spreading more broadly across her face.

"Mmm! That's what I like to see! I knew you had it in you! And just think. All this ... can be yours."

She made herself giggle with her own flirting, before continuing with the show, sliding her fingers through her fur, gliding them downwards to her belt. A swift motion had the strap falling away, and she let that moment linger for a while, her bottoms remaining in place, clinging to her broad hips. A spin, and she was raising her tail high, swinging it back and forth to give him a good look at her rump while she unbuckled her boots, kicking them aside and trodding about the cave floor in her bare paws. He felt himself pulsing then. He wasn't even full hard yet, but already he was throbbing away, the bulge growing and growing in his pants, until he felt the strain of fabric. His balls were pressing out, outlined tightly in the cloth, and they were only getting plumper when she finally turned back to him, bust bouncing merrily with her every motion, and began to peel herself from those spot-hugging pants, giving him his first glimpse at a silken, glistening pussy, coated with the soaking fluids of concentrated desire. That was when her scent hit him.

One huff of those tantalizingly warm feline pheromones, and he was already starting to grow. Small seams in his outfit became major tears, the cloth stretching to its limit with a skrikkkt of fabric, before finally just bursting off of him as he grew bulkier, softer, yet firmer to the touch. His balls sagged down faster than the rest of his body grew, leaving him forced into a wide-legged stance as he staggered about just to avoid squishing them. He startled himself with the sound of his own shaft thumping up to his belly as a layer of pudge began to squish against it. He was puffing hotly, steam billowing from his nostrils, and where once there was a cute human, there was something else in that cage by then. The sight of the lustful leopardess, now giving some truly potent moans as she glazed her fingers down the lustrous lips of her sex, was more than he could possibly take. It awoke the side of him that was thicker, toothier, girthier, and more than anything, hornier. And it wasn't long before that cage wouldn't be able to hold him back any longer.

"You know, something tells me you wanted to get caught," Mahiri teased, casually sucking liquid desire from a curled finger before dipping it right back inside of herself. "Maybe such a cute boy like you has always wanted something like this. I like to think I'm not a bad cat. But I can be your villain, if that's what you need."

His only answer was something like a growl, or maybe just a snort. It wasn't that he couldn't speak when he was in his other form, but she had him in such a state that he hardly felt connected to his human side at all for those few moments. And all she had to do was be herself, that lovely, soft and spotted feline, all plush and curvy how he liked. His skin was a smooth ivory tone by then, freckled with harder golden scales, and his horns stood proudly up from his head. The bars of the cage proved far too meagre to hold back the sheer bulk of a dragon. They were bending before abruptly snapping, leaving the naked leopardess to dodge the debris as it soared past her head. She seemed hardly concerned, and simply greeted the sight of a massive dragon glaring down at her with a look of primal need with a smile. It was hard not to welcome the transformation when it came with so generous a gift as was swinging between his thighs.

She had never seen balls like that. They were fat to the point she would have needed both hands just to heft one of them up, and even then it would have been a struggle. They were bigger than her head each, clenching up and down with the flexes of the dragon's cock. He was already spurting thick streaks of pre along his underbelly, painting his gut until it shone brightly in the torchlight, the flames flickering as if reacting to his presence. It hadn't been all that warm in there when they started. The rain still pounded against the rocks just outside, the wind whistling as if the end times had come to the world, but she was anything but chilled. With his draconic presence came heat, his hide glimmering with the perspiration that began to form upon him, running down in drops that were sizable enough to see, rolling along his skin, dripping to the cave floor. The leopardess could only groan her delight as she felt herself enveloped by the dragon's scent, broadcasting her own right back, hotter, thicker, as she ran her whole hand up and down her folds, smearing her palm in the needy essence that poured from her.

He loomed above her for a time, puffing steam, gritting his teeth. The look on his face could hardly be described as aggressive. There was still some trace, some inherent innocence to him, even transformed and horny like that. She didn't bother to tell him she wanted him. Their bodies did the speaking for them. The size difference might have made it seem foolish, even dangerous for the leopard, but she hardly seemed to care. She simply stood basking in his presence until he overtook her with a pounce. When she found herself cradled in his grip, carefully cushioned as he knocked her flat on her back, she knew that she was in good hands. Or paws, perhaps. And he seemed as if to read her mind's desires when he wiggled his fine haunches into place, draping over her and getting her muzzle snug exactly where she wanted to be.

The weight of his sack was truly impressive, pushing over her whole face and trapping her between them while the sweat coursed down the surface. He simply rested those swinging balls upon her at first, letting her be immersed in his scent, and then his taste when she got her tongue working over him. One touch of her tingly slurper, and he knew he needed more, unable to held himself as he started to grind himself down on her. Of course, that meant he was rubbing almost her entire body with them, smearing her spots with sweat from face to thighs as he allowed himself to fall into a slow grinding motion, gliding back and forth along her face, her breasts, and everything else he so greatly desired. His cock was leaking a steady stream, dribbling down to the floor with an audible tap tap tap, like rain upon a tent, and somewhere muffled beneath all that sweaty dragon sack was a rumbling leopard, licking and suckling at the smooth skin sliding against her face, writhing with delight and need alike as he utterly smothered her beneath his weighty nuts. Even so much smaller than him like that, he was astounded by the talent of her tongue, to the point he couldn't possibly have resisted the desire to sit on her.

It took a little wiggling. The cave was plenty big enough for the dragon to move freely, but he found himself tripping over the sheer force of horny that had overtaken his form. He only staggered a little, soon getting himself into position, turning his meaty tail around and lifting it up high above her face, giving her a good look at the slick expanse of a sweaty dragon donut flexing before her eyes. She got a few seconds to consider before she was squished and sandwiched between his juicy cheeks, smothered against the plump ring between them, kissing that big fat dragon butt without a hint of hesitation. He was plenty heavy, pinning her down beneath him, but soft enough that she was cushioned by those cheeks, left comfy and cozy as she set to sloppily making out with his pucker, digging her tongue right inside, plunging back and forth, then pulling out to massage all around his rim with tingly strokes. It was enough to get him panting, his tongue hanging from his mouth and a silly dragon smile on his face, eyes half-closed in bliss while he got the pretty little rogue eating his ass so generously.

He felt like he could have sat on her all day, wiggling himself into a comfy position and just letting her spoil him until her tongue was numb. But that would have been disregarding the mist of pheromones she was still broadcasting, that silken, sexy scent dancing through his senses, leaving his every shuddering breath one that had him worked up a little more. There was only one way of satisfying a leopardess' heated need. He slowly rose up, pressing one foot on her to pull her from his sweaty cheeks, leaving her sprawled there on the surface of her own hideout, looking up at him with a slightly glazed expression, peeking through her drenched and matted hair. He smiled down at her, feeling his cheeks growing even hotter than the rest of him just to see the look of adoration she was giving him. Or maybe that was just a look of horny. That was flattering too.

What pleased him even more was the sounds she made. They were almost frightening at first, but he had to remember he was dealing with a feline. Those yowls and screeches that sounded like aggression, or maybe pain, were simply her letting those inner instincts come out, letting the anticipation overtake her until she was something more like her feral cousins. That was all from just placing his cock atop her, grinding it up the expanse of her smooth belly, then up over her breasts. He squished right between them, giving a few messy hips there, spurting in her face, leaving her to lick her lips as his thick precum coated her entire muzzle. She wasn't complaining, though she was squirming. Her whole form was writhing with the desire radiating from her, leaving her arching her back and baring her teeth, getting desperate for a proper fuck. He didn't mean to be such a tease. It just took time to properly line up a body like hers with one like his, especially if he was going to give her everything she mrowled for.

The first sound out of her when he finally got lined up to penetrate her was something like a startle. It admittedly startled him, leaving him to hesitate, only nudging against her entrance before pulling back. That just left her all the more desperate, humping, grinding upwards at the air, trying to just leap herself right onto him from such an angle. He got the message, pushing downwards once again, steadying himself and aligning with a few firm shakes of his hefty booty. Then down he went, spreading her wide, gliding through those soaking folds with an unquestionably lewd squelch that echoed right out to the mouth of the cave. His lower lip trembled as he stuffed her, watching her white belly stretching around the shape of his dick. He couldn't recall a wetter pussy, nor one that clamped and clenched around his every inch as he filled her to the brim with as much of his cock as would fit. His balls thudded between her thighs, her belly bulging obscenely with his girth, and she was all but wordlessly screaming at him to keep going, all in that piercing, yowling feline voice of hers.

Once again he felt as if he could just linger there forever, feeling her massaging him with her desperate flexes, the sensation enough to leave his balls tightening upwards with the pleasure running through his body. He wouldn't be so cruel to her though. He knew what she needed, and it involved raising his hips up, bracing himself, feeling her gripping on his cock as if she wasn't going to let him pull free, and plunging down in a solid thump that brought a mewling cry out of her. She wasn't even screaming anymore. She was rumbling and she was meowing like a tiny cat, the bliss of dragon dick enough to fuck the snarls right out of her voice. He watched her writhing for him, rapidly contracting on his tip as if she were already about to cum from a single inch, enjoying that sight for a time. And then he really began to thump her, going for another buck of his mighty hips, plunging in and out of her sopping sex, splashing her spotty thighs with her own juices and his as he set to properly pounding the needy feline until that oozing heat inside her could finanlly be doused.

Maybe he was getting a little carried away, he thought in the middle of that mating frenzy. Her body was soft and padded, but he was rutting her like a dragoness, slapping her with his nuts, holding her in place with one foot so she didn't go skidding across the floor of the cave with every thrust. Each motion was a body-rattling PLAP of his sack against her body, setting her to jiggling from thighs to butt to breasts, her bosom flinging up and down with such force as to risk smacking her in the face. The mewly sounds she made were simply escalating with every thrust, until she had reached a register so high-pitched he could feel her voice more than hear it. It all sounded positive to his ears though, compelling him to keep going, to keep plowing in and out of that flooded pussy, listening to the succulent schlorp of every stroke that went along with the percussive thwapping of his balls bearing a drumbeat against her. Maybe it was too much, maybe it was too rough, came his internal fretting, but that was all discarded when he felt her clenching down on him with such force that it could even give a dragon pause.

Her compliment to his relentless rutting was to reach a climax that for a moment was a little frightening, even to a dragon. She was normally so pretty, such a soft-looking cat, but she was all fangs and fury as she screamed out in ferocious ecstasy, her voice piercing at first before it rumbled down into a snarl, and finally a roar. That sound echoed through the cave, bouncing to and fro, sounding like it was coming from all around him while she erupted and squirting on his belly-bulging cock. He'd never heard such an orgasm from a woman - she was gushing on his nuts with a scintillating splish that made him tingle in such delighted ways, knowing such an intense peak was all because of him. Such a thought went right along with the feeling her wildly contracting around his buried shaft, sending a shock of pleasure straight up his spine until he was letting his jaw drop, her tongue flop down over his lower lip, and a quivering huff escape his open jaws. He just hoped she was ready when he felt his balls tightening up, pulling taut against his body while he gasped his way to a triumphant cry.

A kitty's womb could only hold so much, as he soon discovered when his own cum came blasting right back at him, making a soaking mess of his whole underside while it poured from the cat's overstuffed pussy. She was a fountain within moments, stretching right out as her belly began to swell, looking somewhere well beyond pregnant while she sloshed and jostled with his jizz. He wasn't nearly done, only pumping the first few ropes into her before she was utterly filled. Licking over his lips, he hoped she didn't mind too much when he pulled from her overflowing depths with a creamy pop, and instead directed his seed-soaked shaft to the base of her tail. She was a mess, thrashing, drooling, vaguely snarling, but there was enough of her left to know exactly what he wanted, and to accommodate him as best she could. Legs wide, she lifted them right up, giving him full access to sink his drenched inches into her backside with a relieved sigh, gushing up towards her belly with that spot-stuffing load.

She was already bloated, but he was swiftly turning her into a balloon of dragon spunk with every thick shot bulging through his cock. Her belly swelled until it was pushing her tits up towards her face, and then those were growing plumper too. He didn't question it. He was far too lost of the feeling of cumming in the pretty kitty's butt, feeling those consistent clenches that he assumed meant it felt just as good for her as it did for him. She was a blimp, a planet of spotty cat sloshing with dragon cum, her tits filling out until they were bigger than her head, nips perking, firming, and finally starting to leak. He honestly wasn't sure if she were lactating, or if she was simply so overfilled with his essence that there was nowhere else for it to go. Either way, that mess mixed with the drooling cream running from her lips, her body finally full to the point he was creaming right through her, leaving hot strands running down her chin while she gazed up at him with an open-mouthed, narrow-eyed look of heavenly bliss.

He felt himself coming down from that blazing peak by the time he pulled out of her, sinking sweetly into an afterglow that made his legs buckle beneath his swaying weight. Not before laying a few last ropes of cum all over her form though, hitting that fattened gut, spurting across her swollen breasts. He hoped she didn't mind. Judging by those happy moans and mewls she was making, she certainly did not. He couldn't help but squeeze and grope a little, admiring the considerable heft he'd added to her in the form of all that sloshing squish. Her whole body wobbled with every touch, shaking like a jug, a few hiccups escaping her that sent some dragon cum soaring into the air only to splat down on her fur. She weakly reached up and tried to cradle at her belly, but she could even come close to getting her arms around the whole thing. If she was in any discomfort, the soothing purr emanating from her certainly didn't say so, the constant rumbles of satisfaction keeping the sloshing going.

"Gosh," he said. "I hope you're okay."

It was partly genuine concern, but the proud little grin revealed it was more than that. She managed at least a short nod, along with a gurgling groan, her body leaking and oozing from everywhere it could. The musky mess was running thick from her stretched sex, from her rear, from her mouth and tits. It puddled out around her, keeping her fur entirely slathered and soaked through, the scent of horny dragon clinging to her skin. For all the cum that was pouring out of her, she never seemed to get any smaller either, rounded out to such a state that she was immobile, looking like she would have had to roll her way out of there rather than walk. He knew she was vulnerable in such a state, and so rather than leave her like that, he set his head beside her belly, lightly nudging it with his snout, delighting in the way it gloshed and gworgled to the touch.

She hardly seemed cruel enough to be a villainess, but nonetheless he had 'defeated' her. Maybe her thorough bloating, left to simmer in his scent as her body slipped into a semi-conscious state, was her form of punishment for so wickedly confining someone as innocent as him. Or maybe it was more her reward for giving him exactly what he needed, and orchestrating the perfect set of circumstances that really brought out his deepest, most dragony urges. Either way, he was content to rest and watch over the cum-fattened kitty for a while, cuddling her stretched gut, squishing it ever so softly while he breathed over her, listening to the way she rumbled, telling him better than words ever could how much she had enjoyed herself.