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It was easy for people to undersell just how painful a fall truly was.

In almost all forms of popular media, television and movie stars were shown falling from ten, twenty and thirty feet, and as long as they landed in the grass, they usually managed to pop right up and shake it off; some stars didn't even stop to take a break and assess any damage they might have taken.

Buzoku didn't know what height he'd fallen from, but he knew for a fact that he'd landed on grass...and he was still horribly sore.

"Nnf...nnngh...t-that...what the hell was that light?"

He could remember the brilliant, green light and the flash that came along with it, and in the base of his ringing ears, he could still hear the rumbling of an engine...but there was nowhere for a vehicle, where he'd landed.

"Is this heaven? Did...d-did I die?"

Looking straight over his own head revealed a canopy above: trees stretched above him and around him as far as his eyes could see, but the way that he perceived them felt a little different, even if he couldn't properly explain how at the time.

He was still getting his bearings, but holding up his hand and looking for any obvious abrasions on his sore wrists wasn't going to help matters in the least.

"Doesn't look broken...but...w-why the fur?"

His fingertips were completely covered by long, black spears of chitin, and the palms beneath were mostly covered by long, thick fluff of a soothing white: taking a moment to lean up at the hip and look around, his entire body was coated in a plush layer of soft, white fur, and against the green grass, he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb...but the wilderness of the field still seemed natural to him, even though he hadn't gleaned where he was.

There were no obvious answers in front of him, but inspecting the patterns in his new coat of fur revealed a series of red, interlacing stripes across his stomach, ending in triangles that rose up toward his chest and dipped toward his legs.

Above the interwoven pattern were three marks, almost appearing as chevrons, against the sea of white that covered his chest...but he couldn't see any clothing, or even the evidence of the outfit that he'd been wearing before.

All he saw below the waist were the flowing locks of fluff that decorated the rest of his body...and to his surprise, something extra was settled between his legs, where the length of his member would have been, as a human.

"...Okay...that's gonna take some getting used to, but the rest of this...these claws...this fur...I feel like I've seen this pattern somewhere before."

Looking straight ahead and through the smaller trees before him, there only appeared to be longer expanses of the field he was already sitting in, but behind him, thickets and tree trunks grew wide and dense, making it appear like a proper shelter for a creature of his size.

He didn't know that he'd get any answers if he was bold enough to go exploring it, but clicking his clawtips together and trying to have any sense of confidence in his new body, Buzoku was able to shake off the disorientation of his new body.

Standing on his new paws for the first time and stumbling forward awkwardly, he kept trying to run as if he was in possession of his original, human body; before he could reach the edge of the tree line, someone else was rushing by him in a blur of red and white, knocking him right over in the process.

He was only awake long enough to accept the reality: that he'd become a Pokemon...before another one came along and knocked him unconscious.

**

There was no sense of comparison for Buzoku to use when he came to again, but one thing was immediately evident, even with a blur in his vision.

He was by far the largest of the Zangoose that were gathered in the camp, and there were dozens of them skittering around the outside of the hut he was being kept in.

"Great...t-two minutes in a new body and people hate me already," he muttered, feeling a new lump on the back of his head and a fresh sense of nausea from his second fall. "I thought we were one of the popular types...?"

His previous time as a human gave him an understanding of the world that a normal Pokemon wouldn't have had, but Buzoku didn't realize that he wasn't in the real world anymore...at least, not the one that he'd grown up in.

That didn't make the world he'd been sent to any less real, but it was going to be quite some time before he understood how this new society worked: the normal, human understanding of those creatures came from video games and TV shows, but he didn't recall anything about Pokemon having their own villages, like that.

Further, he didn't recall them tying up their own kind in huts in the least.

"Popular types? You mean males...?"

The other two Zangoose on either side of him were already conscious, their smaller bodies bound to wooden stakes in the ground with such a massive amount of rope that even the sharpest of claws wouldn't be able to easily tear through the layers.

"No, I don't...I mean...t-this is gonna sound crazy, but are you guys from around here?"

"We're all from around here, stranger. I'm not sure what you're trying to say."

Buzoku wasn't sure how to try and explain his situation to a pair of complete strangers, but he needed to come up with something to say: they were in dire straits enough to be tied to a set of poles, but the creatures sitting on either side of him seemed resigned to their fate.

More than that, they looked bashful to have been trapped the way that they were, as if there wasn't a frightening fate waiting for them outside of the hut, but an embarrassing one.

"Let's just say that I've never been tied up to a pole like this before," Buzoku explained. "That whatever the point of all this is, I've never been a part of it...then what?"

"Then you're in for one hell of a ride, stranger," the second Pokemon was actually laughing at the predicament Buzoku found himself in, but that wasn't doing much to assuage his concerns about his fate. "Gotta tell ya, you're one of the bigger ones I've ever seen in here...I can't believe they haven't roped you in before."

The confusion conversation was cut short by the presence of a trio of guards, all notably female, entering the hut and escorting the second Zangoose away.

"...Looks like we're needed. Sure hope you were enjoying your nap while you were knocked out," the first one mentioned, as the ropes were pulled from his hips and his neck. "Probably the last real rest you're gonna get for a while..."

Watching his fellow captors march out of the hut with some sense of understanding about what was to come, Buzoku figured it was no coincidence that the only ones tied up were males and the guards were only females, but he was still getting used to the fact that he was a Pokemon in the first place: other than those that were captured by human trainers, they never wore clothes in the wilderness.

What caught him off guard the most was the fact that there was a certain aura of pride about their natural exposure, and he was trying not to pay attention to the way that his body reacted to being surrounded with such overt sexuality; the guards that approached him didn't have any problem ogling him, for that being the case.

"Come along, newbie. The queen is waiting for you."

"...T-the queen?"

Only the necessary ropes were removed from his body: he was able to stand and move with a slow, hitched gait, and he didn't relish the idea of trying to escape in his current situation.

If nothing else, the queen might be able to offer him some answers.

"Up already, you oaf! Do not keep our queen waiting!" the ladies that surrounded him only used their claws as incentive, but his greater size didn't deter their efforts: they had him outnumbered, and certainly outmaneuvered, as they pushed him toward the door of the hut.

Just outside, the sun was pouring through the canopy in uneven streams, creating a webwork of gold that bathed the village. Under the majestic color was a surprisingly ordinary settlement: huts created a small circle around a bustling courtyard, and though Buzoku couldn't fathom what they'd be buying or selling, there was an undeniable sense of commerce that came from being pushed through the area.

Outside of the numerous huts, industrious tasks were commonplace; from the sharpening and shaping of sticks to the tanning and drying of hides, Buzoku couldn't help but think that there was a level of technology there that should have been far beyond the reach of Pokemon, but it still fell short of the reach of what his human mind would be able to comprehend.

Still, for Pokemon to have this level of intelligence doesn't seem possible, he thought. There's a sophistication here that I wouldn't have expected from a bunch of little forest dwellers...

His bewilderment lead to him being poked in the back of the skull with one of the same sticks that he saw being worked on beside the huts. "We said to go inside...hopefully you aren't this slow about following orders when the queen addresses you..."

He wasn't trying to be a poorly behaved prisoner, but it was hard to blame Buzoku for being slow on the uptake, given that he hadn't even come to terms with his new body.

"Sorry, I...h-heh...I'll go ahead and head in, then," he said, stepping to the front of the largest hut in the village; the queen wasn't at all afraid to flaunt her status through the impressive size of her home. "How, uh...how should I address her?"

"Just be respectful, you dolt."

Just before he went inside, Buzoku was certain that he heard a loud, but slightly distant moaning coming from one of the tents nearby, but he didn't want to keep the queen waiting any longer.

Stepping through the front flap of the impressive tent, he kept his head low, but if not for the lifted throne of the queen, he would have struggled to keep his head below her own: he was simply that much larger than the other Zangoose, and he was starting to think that the others were whispering about his unique size in the background.

"...It seems my scouts were right about you, stranger...you really are quite the massive specimen," the queen murmured, speaking with a voice that held clear interest; her expression did everything it could to oppose the same. "I've never seen one of our species grow to that size before, and I won't deny it: that alone would make you suspicious, in my eyes."

Buzoku gulped, but he simply kept his head low, as if he was ready to bow at any given time.

"Tell me your name, stranger...and tell me why the scouts found you wandering around my woods."

He didn't yet know what made the queen any different from the other Zangoose, but something must have been truly special about her: she commanded too much respect, and in the ranks that filled the village, Buzoku hadn't noticed any dissent or ill will, either.

It wasn't just whatever her abilities were, but the way that she so fairly ruled over the village that made her so popular, if he were to make a summarized assumption.

"My name? It, uh..." he couldn't imagine finishing the thought and telling her his real name, knowing that his humanity would be impossible for the tribe to accept. "It's Orion."

That was an outright lie, and the queen was perceptive enough to see that he was hiding bits and pieces of the truth from her...but what she was most interested in didn't require his full honesty.

"...Uh huh...I'm sure it is," she scoffed. "Is there a reason why my tribe has never seen you around before, Orion?"

She stepped down from her throne wearing nothing but a smirk, eager to inspect the new present that her scouts offered up to her. The fact that she was so eager to inspect him didn't surprise Orion, but the feeling of her clawtips stroking through his fur and poking at his flesh gave him pause, enough that he stiffened in place and struggled to keep his concerns from escaping in a gasp.

"I'm just...j-just a wanderer, I guess?" he theorized, trying to come up with his own backstory as the queen admired and explored his naked body. "Never been in this part of the woods before?"

"If you had any confidence in your words, I might believe you," she muttered. "You know I'm not going to kill you for telling me the truth, right? But if you keep lying...you might find this experience a little less enjoyable."

Accepting that he'd have to wear the name Orion for a while and stick to that explanation, the larger Zangoose stuck to his guns. "Not sure what you're getting at, your highness. I don't know what else there is to tell you."

"So, a wandering traveler that's nearly twice the size of everyone in the village just happened to be taking a nap right outside the limits of the village?" the queen was reading his playbook back to him as she pressed a claw to the side of his throat. "Not the most believable story in the world, but...I'm not all that worried about hearing the rest of your lie. I'm just worried about keeping you around for a while."

Orion needed to find a way back home, and further, into his old, human body...but he didn't know if that was possible. There was still the vague chance that he was trapped in a vivid and seemingly impossible dream, but the pressure of the claw against the inside of his throat was much too deep to be the work of his imagination.

He couldn't believe that she could apply such pressure without drawing blood, but he was grateful not to be wounded for his cheap, quick lies.

"My name is Queen Cleopatra, Matriarch of the Boria tribe, and I'm looking forward to keeping you around as my new plaything for a while," she told him, but she'd yet to explain his new purpose to him just yet. "But I don't accept disobedience from my toys: a little time in the bedroom ought to set you straight."

She gestured over to the same guards that escorted him into the hut in the first place. They knew exactly what was expected of them before the order was given, and their claws remained tight on Orion's flesh as they pulled him through the hut, making sure that his binds were tight around his arms and legs, even then.

He struggled to break free, but his larger body wasn't able to overwhelm the expert ropework, leaving him with nothing to show for his efforts but sore spots at his wrists and ankles.

**

It wasn't much of a bed, but there was a bed that Orion found himself seated in front of, when Queen Cleopatra entered the room and gestured to the door, letting her guards know that this was going to be a private interrogation.

"Still trying to break free, I see...I know the girls can be a little rough with the ropes, but you have to understand that we know nothing about you, and...well, you're quite the large beast. The last thing we'd want is someone like you getting out of hand before we know we can trust you."

Orion shook his head. "I'm not looking for a fight, your highness, but I...I can't explain it, but I need you to cut me loose and let me free!"

" Why do you need that?" she asked, standing in front of him, and finally, standing taller than the seated Zangoose. "I'll give you one more chance to come clean about who you are and what you're doing here, Orion."

There were no lies that would improve his situation, but he didn't think the truth was going to do him any good, either.

Digging in and shaking his head, Orion tried his best not to give the whole truth, but only what he thought the queen might actually believe.

"Let's just say that I really don't know where I came from, or how I got here, and I don't mean any harm or threat to you or your people," he suggested, hoping that the queen might accept the last part of his statement, if she accepted any of it. "This is all kinda...w-weird to me..."

"I suppose if you really don't know anything about the Boria tribe, this all would come across a little strange," she confessed. "In most of the wilderness, we Zangoose live with each other on a level playing field, but in our little village, males are only allowed entry for the sake of breeding."

Orion gulped a thick lump. "...Breeding?"

"Don't tell me that you've never actually experienced the thrill of mating with your fellow beast, out there in the wilderness?" she asked, thinking that would be the most unlikely portion of his story. "If that's really the case, I am going to have so much fun with you..."

Just the day before, he'd been a human; Orion wasn't sure that he could allow himself to bridge such a wide gap right off the bat, but the queen wasn't going to take no for an answer, no matter how many times he tried it.

Thus far, he hadn't said it once, but he didn't bother wasting his breath with a protest.

"You've really never done this before? You really have no idea where you are?" she asked, as she dragged the larger creature to the edge of the bed with impressive ease.

As his back slumped against the edge of the crude mattress, he felt that claw against his neck once more, this time adding such a pressure to his throat that he couldn't fathom lying to her again.

He tried to nod.

"Not even once, a-and...no...I have no idea how I got here, or what this place is. I have no idea what's going on."

"Perfect," she answered. "I can't remember the last time I was lucky enough to take a virgin around the world like this...much less such a big , strong one..."

Despite the difference in their size, the queen was able to literally throw Orion from the floor of the hut to the middle of the bed, leaving him flat on his back.

He was about to say that he wouldn't have been much use in the bedroom with his body wrapped up in such tight bondage, but Cleopatra wasn't going to give him any such excuses: as she climbed into the bed, her claws roamed up the length of his body, clipping every coil of the rope along the way.

"It is the duty of the Boria tribe to keep our lineage pure: only the strongest males are allowed to breed with us, and only the strongest females are born to our tribe...you have been born with glorious purpose, Orion...and the time has come for you to fulfill that purpose."

Though he wasn't used to the new, thick body he'd been granted just yet, he'd have to contend with another new sensation before he adjusted to the sight of the fur on his tummy and the claws at the ends of his digits.

His cock, emerging from the safety and comfort of a sheath, was poking the inside of the queen's thigh as she climbed over his defeated body.

"Glad to feel how eager you are, but for being a virgin, that's rather bold of you," Cleopatra declared. "I never said you could put that delicious cock anywhere near me..."

Precum stained the fluff along the inside of her legs as she roamed her paws over his chest and explored his wide, impressive form; her lashing tail and grinning lips betrayed the frustration in the bottom of her voice.

Unfamiliar with the mating rituals of his new species, Orion had no idea if the rumbling in the back of Cleopatra's throat was actually frustration, or if there was something devious behind it, until he felt her muzzle pressing upon the end of his own and answering his curiosity with a firm, demanding kiss.

If she gave only the slightest adjustment of her hips, she'd steal his virginity from him in a single push.

She's practically treating me like a hunk of meat...just clawing, nipping and biting wherever she wants, Orion thought. He was bewildered by just how aggressively she moved across him, and he'd never known someone to put so much fang into a kiss before, but he couldn't deny that it was turning him on...and his virgin length was still growing against the queen, until she felt it nearly brushing her tummy.

That was enough to give everything pause.

"...Good...g-goodness gracious...t-that has to be the biggest one I've ever seen!"

Stammering and looking between her legs, Queen Cleopatra locked her gaze on the length of the trapped Zangoose: she was delighted to find that Orion's body wasn't just a bluff, but now that she'd seen what she was contending with at a full erection, she knew she had her work cut out for her.

"What happened to being so confident about taking this virgin around the world?" Orion asked, thinking that a little levity might be a good way to break the ice that still existed between them.

His smile was kindly, at first, but when the queen saw a teasing curl of a grin forming on his muzzle, she pulled her paws from his chest and gripped the base of his length tightly.

"...You really are new around here," she finally accepted that truth, as she stood around his lap and pushed her damp, pouting folds around the tip of his length. "No one taunts the queen and lives to tell about it..."

There was one more joke on his lips, about being fucked to death...but it didn't feel like it would be a joke, when her body descended onto his own, robbing him of his virginity and silencing his taunts with a single, confident drop of the hips.

Though she'd never been so full, Cleopatra was the queen for a reason: there was no challenge too grand for her to overcome, and the weight of Orion's cock wasn't going to be the tipping point.

"Nothing left to say, then?" she asked, easing herself further and further down the shaft. All the while, she had the delight of watching Orion's face twist up with carnal bliss, his silenced nuance telling her plenty about how much pleasure he could draw from a single clench of her inner muscles. "Glad you figured out when to shut your mouth and simply enjoy a good thing, virgin."

He couldn't believe that she was still moving lower, but he was completely floored by the sight of her entire body coming to sit in his lap, blocking the view of his shaft entirely from his eyes.

"Well...n-not a virgin anymore, anyway..."

Transforming from a human to a Zangoose should have been the most profound change that Orion underwent that day, but he couldn't help thinking that the single, eager pass of the queen's womanhood over his shaft was a greater sensation than anything he'd ever known before.

He was still trying to find any words to describe the wet, slick passage that worked and clenched around his shaft when the queen went to proper work, bouncing herself on his length and taking more than his virginity: she wanted every ounce of pleasure that his impressive flesh could provide, and as long as she was willing to keep bouncing, there would be enough to keep her entertained until the sun set on their first day together.

"This is...t-this is really happening, isn't it?" Orion asked, wondering what he should say. He didn't know exactly what to do with his paws, but the queen took them and lifted them to her rump for him, unafraid to make her demands known. "What do I...do...ooh...ooohgods..."

"You pay tribute to your queen with the kind of treasure that only the worthy may ever give her," she explained to him, knowing that his first orgasm would arrive quicker than he could possibly imagine. "When you feel like you're close, just let me know...and I'll keep going."

To have that pressure off of him was a delightful thing indeed, but that didn't hold a candle to the building rush of his first climax: the queen could have milked it right out of him anytime she wanted, but she didn't like the idea of rushing him through his very first sexual encounter.

When she did feel that warm, delicious flood of seed within her, she held still and allowed him to see the weight of his cock against the front of her tummy and the soft, subtle bulge of his seed as it poured into the depths of her womb...but even that delight only lasted a few moments.

She wasn't going to slow down that much, even for him.

"Oh...o-oh shit...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mea-

"That's exactly what you were supposed to do, you goofball," she whispered, the affection in her voice proving a welcome surprise for Orion. "But next time, tell me how amazing it feels, okay? No point being bashful when it comes to praising your queen."

Turning away from him and letting the slack of her tail drape over his chest, the queen went right back to work, using the new position to explore his cock from a different angle.

Sitting in his lap was already a greater delight than her throne could ever hope to be, but as she faced away and watched the mess of his first load seep back from her stretched, tender petals, she experienced the sheer bliss of having his flesh throb against another wall of her womanhood, filling her in such a way that no other male was large enough to recreate.

She'd be rather sore for it, the next day...but she would be proud to brag her way across the village in the morning, showing off the beast that she'd just slain with nothing but her own womanhood.

"My queen?" his voice tried to contemplate saying those words with any sincerity, but as she turned fully from him and lifted his paws to her chest, he began to understand why they might be the perfect words for her, with or without her royal status. "Y-yes, of course...anything...f-for my queen..."

She didn't have to coerce loyalty out of him with her sensual nature, but she couldn't think of a more enjoyable way to turn the stranger from a wandering beast to a loyal, eager sex toy.

" Good boy."

With her inner muscles still holding steady against his shaft, there was no proper refractory period for Orion. It was right onto the next round, but he found that he didn't have the same limitations that he did when he masturbated, as a human.

As long as there was the thick, pleasant scent of an eager female in the hut, his body would bounce right back to keep going, and finally...the new Zangoose was feeling comfortable enough in his own body to give a single, curious thrust, hoping to meet with the queen's pace.

"...One? J-just one thrust?" she asked, a hint of expectation in her disappointed voice. "You're really gonna lay there and let me d-do all the work?"

He didn't mean to insult her, but the myth that having his virginity taken away would instantly boost his prowess was just that: she'd done all the work the first round, as well, leaving him with no chance to build his technique.

Holding her small, supple chest and pumping his hips again, he didn't focus on a rapid pace or incredible depth: he simply wanted to meet with her hips whenever she descended properly on him, and her body was rolling and dropping with too much skill for him to have a chance at keeping up.

"There you go...t-that's a little better," she gave him that much credit, but already, she could feel the stronger, familiar throbs of his member within her, telling of his next release. "You really are eager to knock me up, aren't you?"

Orion shuddered at the reality of what she said: like so many other impassioned virgins, he allowed himself to be caught up in the moment without thinking of any consequences.

"Knock me...t-the fuck up, then..."

Clenching tight and dropping hard, Queen Cleopatra looked back over her shoulder at her new, loyal subject and lifted her tail enough to give him an unforgettable show: he was able to see the twitch of her tailhole each time she lifted, and on the way back down, his previous mess drizzled over his own shaft and over his hips...but there was plenty left for him to give.

Despite his impressive volume the first time, Orion gave that much more on the second climax, catching the queen off guard and leaving her to tremble with near-orgasmic delight.

"You've still got that much left to give?" she asked, trying to keep the effort from dripping off her voice. "Are you just so filled with desire for your queen?"

Orion couldn't deny that, but he couldn't explain his volume, either.

He could only hold her body tight and press his full, swollen orbs into her thighs, letting her feel their every eager twitch.

"Yes...y-yes, my queen! I'm...I'm c-cumming again... only for you!"

Voicing his loyalty with passion was a hopeful tactic to win her favor, but his praises couldn't do more than his flesh: throbbing within her and utterly coating her inner muscles with a second burst of seed, Orion was already doing his best work for her...and an already flooded womb continued to swell until she could rest her paw against the center of her own stomach and feel that mess through herself.

"Wonderful...s-such a full load of cum...y-you've been saving yourself for someone special, haven't you?" she asked, giggling at the idea of being the first to experience the uncanny amount of juices he could produce. "I think that was even more than the first round!"

Panting heavily and nodding mindlessly, Orion was just trying to keep the queen entertained and answer her out of a sense of obligation, but as worn out as he already was, she wasn't done with him just yet...

**

Getting used to a new body meant having to indulge in whatever possibilities there were with it, but Orion didn't fathom himself flexible enough to do anything with his legs straight up in the air.

It was a delightful surprise to feel his legs pressing toward himself when Queen Cleopatra sat on his length a third time, but that third round was already drawing towards its own conclusion, with the Amazonian pose proving too much for most men to handle.

Though he'd already demonstrated that he was no ordinary man, Orion couldn't believe that his body was still able to get an erection in the first place, but as long as the queen proved that she had needs to be satiated, she could trick his body into doing whatever she wanted.

"You should really consider yourself lucky, Orion...most men never get to try something like this with any woman, much less the queen of their new tribe," she explained to him, sitting herself into the pose one more time and feeling his sack against her backside.

She stared down at him with a sense of demand, and beyond the bliss of having his cock bathed in her fresh arousal, the weight of her gaze left him unable to avoid a third release; it wasn't the last, no matter how exhausted he was.

"I don't think I've ever seen...a-anything like it," Orion admitted, gasping his way through another release and clawing at the bed as he contended with another round of bliss...and somehow, his body continued to impress the queen, as the fullest load of the evening poured within her, leaving the bed itself utterly soaked by the excess.

It continued to spill from her with incredible volume as she stood up and gave his tired legs the shortest break that they'd ever get; she was already thinking of the next round as she stood over his panting body, giggling and watching his own load pour back down her thighs and over the middle of his stomach.

"Not that I have a problem with my lovers making me feel like an exotic creature, but...perhaps we can finish things with something a little more traditional for the males we tend to capture," Queen Cleopatra recommended. "You're not a virgin anymore, after all...and I think it's about high time you start pulling your weight and truly proving your dedication to me..."

Just keeping up with her incredible lust seemed enough proof, as far as Orion was concerned...but when she flopped down in the bed next to him and made a gesture at him to roll over, his body acted before he had the chance to express his exhaustion.

She was more than he could ever resist, and little by little, she was training his body to act according to her needs, rather than his own.

"I'm not moving, this time...I've done more than enough milking for one day."

He rolled over her body as expected, but with his knees within her thighs and his arms around her head, he felt a new thrill, as if the previous rounds were just an introduction to what possibilities were waiting ahead.

This time, it was all on him to perform.

" Breed me , pet."

Looking down between their legs, it took a few errant, awkward thrusts for him to find the mark, but the bliss of his shaft brushing along the hood of her clit wasn't lost on Queen Cleopatra.

The pleasure that came when he finally passed through her stretched, well-fucked petals and pushed her inner muscles to their limits, however, was a far greater sensation than she'd been lucky enough to know, thus far.

"Good...v-very good...shed the last of your virginity and take me ," she ordered, looking up at him with an expectant glare in her eyes. "Don't worry about it being perfect...j-just...keep fucking me, Orion!"

To hear a literal queen demanding such a thing of him was otherworldly: it stoked fires of pride and ego that were barely alive in the Zangoose before, but feeling them, he answered their call and hers above everything else, pumping forth as if he knew what he was doing with his hips.

Instinct was doing a good job of filling in the gaps, but he'd need more practice before he was the perfect breeding machine that she intended him to be...and she was quite looking forward to said practice.

"There...t-that's a bit more like it!" she cheered him on, betraying her intentions to lay still: she couldn't help lifting her arms to grip his shoulders, letting her claws rake through his fur and grip at his flesh with growing desperation. "Keep going, boy...k-keep pleasuring your queen!"

Her inner walls were utterly stretched to the brim, but Orion was still giving her everything he had, finding a pace that felt natural without taking so much time between pumps: his knees pushed down hard into the mattress as he looked for the best way to gain purchase, and for a moment, he was glad that his human virginity carried over to his new, different body.

It would have been that much harder if he knew how things _should_have felt as a human, but he couldn't imagine them comparing to the messy, sliding grip of her vaginal passage as it moved up and down along his shaft, bathing him with such a helping of arousal that he couldn't help picking up his pace.

"That's...t-that's incredible...I don't know how you're doing that, b-but...my queen...I c-can't take that!"

"Gonna fill me again, then?" she asked, surprisingly cavalier about her question. "Or are you just gonna keep brown-nosing me?"

She was all business, when it came to being bred: she knew she was good, and her confidence carried over to her body, doling out such earthly delights that most males couldn't go past the first round with her.

She didn't want to stroke his ego too much, but she'd already reached climax a few times, and that he could keep going through all of that was worthy of more than the profane cries that she'd offered so far.

That his final load was somehow larger than all the rest was more than she could keep quiet about.

"That's it...I can feel it...y-you're doing such a good job," she whispered at first, her voice hushed by her own panting efforts. "Oh...o-oh, fuck...where's it all coming from, boy? Where are you keeping all t-that fucking cum?!"

Looking down from his eyes and watching her own tummy, she saw the bulge growing anew at the front of her slender bodice and gasped aloud, feeling his cock throb within her with a fourth and final orgasm.

Everything that came before that moment seemed insignificant, and the gushing streaks of seed that spilled back and sprayed over from her petals echoed that sentiment in a mess that she would be more than happy to sleep in.

**

All along, from greeting him to bedding him to exhausting him, Queen Cleopatra took a firm stance of dominance over Orion, but as they curled up in the bed afterward, she rolled onto her side...and allowed her tail to drape over his hip as she turned away from him.

Expecting his arm to follow, she was delighted to feel that warmth wrapping around her tummy, but her eye was still sharp as it gazed back to him.

"This was...t-this was wonderful, pet," she told him, but her affection came at an unexpected cost. "But I need you to promise me that you won't go telling the other males about this treatment."

He blinked, but before he could ask if she was serious, one of her claws pressed right to his windpipe.

"Promise it."

He nodded as much as he could without piercing his own neck. "I promise, my queen," his voice was soft, but sincere, as he pledged his word to her.

It was slow, but her claw retreated from his throat, and went back to resting on his arm. "Good...then you can count on a lot more of the same in the future."

He didn't expect her to kiss so delicately against the little spot she'd left on his neck, but then again...he didn't expect anything that had happened to him, that day.