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Transformed for Revenge

Part Four of Four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Several days later…

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John groaned, the lioness chained in a new room, though she was still bound, unable to do anything to fight back, exhaustion aching through the lines of her body. The lioness' fur was ruffled and matted where she had not been able to aptly clean herself, bodily fluids marking the underside of her tail and around her slit, though her tail hung off to the side. It had been pushed out of the way more than enough lately for her body to learn that it was much easier just to keep it there. Otherwise, it might have been crushed under the force of Mike's long, powerful breeding sessions, the lion growing in skill that John didn't know whether to love or to hate.

The two lions were only separated at night to sleep, though the cold, hard floor was hardly any respite at all for John, the bred member of the twosome. Cum dribbled from her well-used slit when she was left alone, in the dark, the room that she was locked in with a mirror spanning the length of the wall. A TV had been set up by Kate out of reach of her, at the limit of her chain, through which Kate played endless videos of her breeding sessions, one after the other, limitless as they ran on and on.

“This should be entertaining for you to see," Kate said, the room lit up through a skylight, not often using manmade lighting in there, the clinical setting needing a touch of nature to soften the edges for her films. “See how often he pounds you… I think Mike's stamina is getting better and better."

In the light of day, Kate grinned and fast-forwarded the video to one of her favourite parts, right when Mike hunched over the lioness, his jaws parted in a breeding roar. The poor lioness under him had been trapped there, forced to take his load, though she had submitted to such an extent that she was practically presenting to the male each time he wanted to fuck. It truly was remarkable how quickly John had fallen, though the injection, of course, that made her hornier than a lioness who was even in true heat helped massively there.

John stared blankly at the lewd video, as if it was not really her. She still could not see herself as a lioness, not as Kate left her alone there at the end of the day, Mike separated to allow her some respite, even as the video played on and on and on. The loop would have been enough to drive anyone mad, let alone the noise of their mating sessions, the yowls and growls, even the lewd spurt of cum filling her. But she thought that might have been an extra effect that Kate had added.

Alone, she laid her head down, her paws still bound, though she'd learned to use her body a little better over the last few days. She hadn't managed to communicate with Mike directly, not even with all the time they'd spent with one another, Kate's attention always rapt on her whenever they were all in the same room together. Mike was rarely left alone with her – but Kate was falling laxer and laxer, leaving them alone while Mike recharged between breeding sessions.

With that in mind, she waited, slumbering as peacefully as she could, knowing in some way that she would need her strength the next day, when the room lit up again and her morning feed was brought to her. Funnily enough, the taste of raw meat in her mouth was not the worst of all that had been done to her.

The next day, Mike pulled out of the lioness with a groan, Kate turning off the camera and heading off to check something at the sanctuary. Without waiting for a break, John sat up and tried to wave her paws, together, in the air, grunting and growling.

“Mmmmrroooowwl, mmmnnnngggghhh?"

Mike blinked at her, not understanding. She cursed mentally, trying again, but nothing she did, not even trying to stand on her hind legs, though that was difficult with the chain weighing her down, seemed to do anything to get through to him at all. He shook his head, his mind in there, but the language barrier cut them off, Mike settling down on his side, relaxing, grooming himself, acting a whole lot more lion-like than John ever had. She had not even succumbed to grooming herself, despite everything, even though it would have improved her level of comfort some too.

Of course, she could not reach him either as she growled in frustration, lunging for the male who lost interest in her after mating. Mike still thought she was a criminal, so had no interest in trying to talk to her, but it shook John to her core to see him so callous, so disengaged. Had she just become a sex object to him?

Look at me! She practically screamed, stalking back and forth from one limit of her chain to the other. Idiot! You've been fucking your brother this whole time! Look at me! You should know it's me! You're not even trying!

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However, she had other things to try, checking the part of the floor in the corner, in a bit of shadow, where she had practised scratching with her claws. The binding around her forepaws had been loosened over time and was more something to disable her from running away, still allowing her to stalk a bit, to lunge, even though it would have given Kate enough time to get out of range if things did go pear-shaped. But she had been able to scratch and scratch, writing on a floor tile, “I am John". She went over the “J" one more time, making sure that it could not be mistaken for anything else, though Mike didn't take any interest in what she was doing. John clenched her jaw, resolute. Sure, it might have been shaky, but she covered it up with a grunt, hiding it from Kate as she returned.

Right on cue too: Mike licked his lips, his cock out again, appearing more interested in her all over again. Typical male.

She had to get Mike to see the message, however, without Kate knowing – or she would be done for. The camera was most likely to zoom in on the join of their bodies at the moment that Mike unloaded his seed inside her, which was her best chance to show Mike what she had written. It was playing on the TV at that very moment, showing his cock moving slowly in and out of her strained, well-used pussy, speeding up to a rampant slap at the point of his orgasm.

John shuddered, even as Kate moved in, a smile on her face, the camera in hand. The TV played the shudders of their bodies at the point of what looked to be a shared orgasm. John tried not to think about that, even as her slit leaked cum still. It rarely was comfortable and softly dry anymore.

Regardless, if Kate was distracted by Mike pounding her, watching their copulation, it would be the best time for her to show Mike the message in the corner, hidden while he was on top of her and then revealed at the opportune moment. Mike jumped as Kate approached, but understood, of course, what he was to do. It was not as if his job there was difficult, after all. It was near enough routine for the male lion as he lowered his head to where the female's tail was already pointed towards him, facing the corner where the mirror and the wall joined.

He purred softly, losing himself in the moment, nuzzling at her rump, lapping with a rough, raspy tongue that tugged at her fur, though Mike knew he had to be gentle there too. Nipping at her sensitive tail, he chuckled inwardly, though did not know why, at her squeak of sensitivity. Just how sensitive her tail was had become quickly evident, his nibbling, teasing teeth slipping down it to the base, preparing her for his cock. His dick was already out and hard, but the lure of her pussy, even after only a few days together, was too much for Mike to resist.

He lapped and lapped, his tongue deliberately rubbing against and over her clit with every languid lap of his tongue, though his licks came with ever greater urgency, as if the lion was on the edge of losing control. Mike couldn't help it, for it was all in the nature of instinct, something that he had never given much thought to beforehand, the lion not understanding the true direness of the situation he'd been dragged into. Only John did, the lioness on the floor, letting him hunch down, his muzzle under her tail, moaning for him like a slut.

It was a punishment for her, even if not for the reasons that Mike thought, the lioness panting, paws shifting, losing sense of what she was doing. It would be easy to forget, in a way, if she allowed pleasure to overwhelm her, for it was not as if she could not climax on his tongue and his cock, with how many times over he had fucked and bred her. But she had to hang on, had to hold on, had to remember who she was, that she was John, a man, not a lion, even as lusty groan after grunt slipped, unbidden, from her lips.

It was hard though, her paws shifting over her hidden, scratched message, grunting and panting, reminding herself the whole time of her purpose, why she was there. She even managed to put on something of a show of a struggle as Mike, finally, gave up on eating out her pussy, evidently savouring her taste with a lap of his lips. He pushed over her into the typical mating position, his hind end rounded down and around so that his cock could reach her for penetration, John's breath catching, heart lifting, some sordid, decrepit part of her wanting it, despite everything.

How did that even make sense? Why did she want it? But it was not a true sort of want, only a want born from the situation she'd been forced into.

Kate was there, filming everything, watching closely as the lioness struggled, Mike thrusting, grinding, though it no longer took much time at all for the male to find his mark. He sank into her as the lioness snarled, showing her teeth, yet even she knew by that point that there was no point fighting him. Maybe that was why a part of her mind had given into the desire of it too. There was no way for her to tell.

It didn't help that Mike humped her more slowly, dragging out the experience for both. That had been Kate's doing, schooling him in sex as if it was something that her brother didn't know how to do. He drove into her with long, deep, deliberate strokes of his barbed cock, the raking of the barbs through her vulnerable pussy taking her breath away. She didn't know whether they were still stimulating her to ovulate or if that was something that would change as soon as her body knew that she had conceived, but it was hardly as if she could hop on Google and check out a paper on that.

She tried so hard to remember herself, who she was, fixating on her eyes in the mirror. To Kate, she must have appeared broken down and withdrawn, for the woman crooned to her that she was a good girl for accepting her fate, that she would be taken care of for the rest of her life. John barely heard her, the pleasure sweeping through, her whole body hot and tingling, though the prickle of cold that was ever-present in the room she had been locked up in helped keep her at a somewhat comfortable temperature.

There was nothing comfortable about the weight of the male on her back, however, how he pinned her to the floor, ruthlessly dominating her. There was no doubt, of course, that Kate was in control of everything, dominating even Mike, but the casual dominance of the lioness that Mike had begun embodying was more terrifying than anything else. In a way, it was if he had always been meant to be a lion, even though that could not have been true, not even as John's eyes slipped closed against her will.

Her eyelids were so heavy and it felt so good, so very good, so good that she had to lose herself in it, every stroke and every pound, how his barbed cock stretched out her pussy so wonderfully. She could have honestly lain there forever if she allowed the rampant pleasure to overwhelm her, to take her to another plane of reality, if she thought that she was a lioness and nothing more than that.

But she was not. She was a man, even with her brother's hot breath on her ears, ruffling the back of her beck, his hunched body stretching out over her for his comfort rather than hers. Her eyes fluttered open again, pulling herself all the way back to some manner of reality, panting harshly, breath raking through her windpipe, scraping down into her lungs. She needed it so badly and yet all her mind could focus on was the meat of his shaft inside her, stretching her pussy, straining through her. The barbs kept her focused on it, though they no longer shocked her as much as they had that first time, though they had never been designed to cause the female of the breeding pleasure, not like that.

It didn't matter. Not when she was going to be fucked anyway, the torturously slow fuck speeding up, Mike not able to contain himself. That was a saving grace at the very least, that it would come to a head, to an end, even as her mind went hazy and her vision fuzzy with the lure of orgasm. She howled, pressing her chin down, ignoring the lashing of her tail, even as Mike speared rampantly into her, intent only on his own, pounding climax.

“Excellent, Mike…"

She had to hold her head, hold her mind intact, John glancing into the mirror briefly to confirm that Kate was focused on her hind end as Mike balanced on the edge of climax. It would only be a few thrusts more as his head pushed down over hers, his mane tickling her ears, though his eyes were open too – she could see them in the mirror! John's heart surged. This was her chance.

Mike roared, blasting his load into her, thrusting through orgasm, spilling his seed right up where it belonged, Kate's camera zoomed all the way in on the join of their bodies. At just the right moment, John ripped her paws away from the hidden message, Mike's head pushed far enough forward so that it was in his direct line of sight.

And, just like that, it was over. Mike roared, bellowing, gasping as his world collapsed around him, eyes wide and wild, darting between the lioness under him, into which his cock was buried, and the message there, impossible to miss.

No.

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It could be true, could not be true, could be true, but was really, really, really something that Mike didn't want to be true. And yet the lion knew deep inside that it was possible, that that was the reason that the lioness had fought so hard, that if he could be turned into a lion by one injection, it was possible for a lioness to be formed from his brother, injected so that she was driven mad with horniness.

The deed was done, John yowling as Mike yanked his cock out of her, the barbs dragging suddenly and painfully from her pussy, splashes of cum marking the ground. Mike shook his head, trying to pull further away, yet his legs shook, shock crashing over him, his eyes strained. Yet what forgiveness was there that he could possibly ask of his poor brother after all that he had done to him…to her? It didn't make sense, none of it made sense.

But the worst of it all was Kate's sickening laugh, hollow and dead inside, echoing around the otherwise empty room.

“It's about time, John," she laughed. “I thought you were never going to tell your brother! Maybe you just liked being fucked by him…"

John snarled, whipping around, but Kate was already back and well out of reach of her, the more dangerous of the two lions, even if Mike had been manipulated into everything too. Mike growled in question, not threat, as Kate turned the camera off, setting it aside even as the lion's cock briefly hung from his furry sheath.

“I was about to tell Mike myself if you didn't show that message. Didn't you realise, John, that the mirror hid a security camera? I was always watching you, even when I wasn't here. I saw everything."

John's heart sank, but Kate wasn't done yet, standing back, her arms crossed over her chest. It would have been a very powerful pose for her to take, if every jot of power she had was not ill-gotten.

“I suppose I may as well tell you now," she said, as if making casual conversation with the two of them. “But…well…I'm afraid that these transformations of yours, well, they're permanent. Sorry, guys. And girl. You're going to be like this forever. I can't believe you thought that I was ever going to change you back, Mike! You're never going to see that family of yours again."

Kate smirked, staring down Mike who reeled visibly.

“And, really, isn't it better this way? No troubles…no worries… Just fuck your lioness all day, all night, eat and sleep. It's a better life."

But not to Mike, not as he screamed a lion's scream of despair, twisting into a snarl as he lunged for Kate, fury in his eyes.

“Ah-ah-ah," she held up a hand, staying him. “You better behave… I'm the only one that knows that you two exist here, as lions. If you hurt me, what do you think will happen to you? You will be euthanised by the staff here, if you dare lay one claw on me. And if you dare disobey a single word of mine, I know where your wife lives, where your child lives. I'll bring them here, find a place for them. Or maybe I'll just get rid of them."

Kate's smile twisted cruelly, radiating true evil, something that John had never seen in her before. It was enough to chill her to her core, her heart sunk after her big revelation going nowhere, not changing her fate in the slightest.

Mike growled, shaking his head angrily from side to side, wishing that he had the words to spill his hatred of Kate, yet the fear for his family was too great. Perhaps it would not have been so bad to escape entrapment with the blackness of death, but he couldn't have his family brought into it, could not run that risk if anything went wrong. Sharing a despairing look with the lioness that he now knew was his brother, he yielded with a furious lash of his tail.

Kate grinned.

“Crouch."

He had to obey, had no choice in the matter, but that was one thing that he knew to do: crouch. Mike folded to the ground, his powerful legs helpless in her control, his paws folded over his face and eyes, as if he could hide away from it.

John stared at the mirror, unable to turn away, as if she could take in the room without actually acknowledging what was going on. If she didn't turn to look at it, maybe that made it something that she could merely imagine, merely get through. If it was a horrible dream, perhaps that was something that she could set aside…

Oh, but it was not. It was not a dream and it was not something that she could scrape herself away from as she stared at the mirror, shock and horror crossing her own face, expressions that she was not even sure that a lion could make, not even then.

Was that to be her life? Was there no chance of being changed back, of being the man she had been? Or had the nightmare finally become her, enveloped her completely?

She didn't want it to be so, not in any way, but her destiny was not in her control, not in her own paws, not anymore. Perhaps it never was, not as seed dribbled from her slit, her strained, abused body aching for more. For the injection was still well at work inside her, blistering through her with heat, snarling and demanding that she fuck, that she breed, even if she had already conceived. She was going to be forced to breed whether or not she had taken with lion cubs.

“You two will continue to be mates for life and, if you don't want anything to happen to Mike's family, you will continue having…hm…lots of fun," Kate added, though the smirk never left her lips. “Mike. Lick her clean. I want to see you trying, making as much effort and more as you had the last few days."

Mike shuddered, but even he knew that it was not something that he could take, not something that he could push back against. His fear for his family, his sweet little child, was too great, though his guts roiled and churned at the blackmail, at being forced, though the sick chill of having no choice in the matter was worse, so very much worse.

But he had to do it, shamefully dipping his nose to his brother's pussy. John would forever be her brother, even if she was female as a lion, but he was different, she was different. Neither brother could ever be the same ever again, groaning softly, deep in the back of his throat, sweeping his tongue through the wetness. He cleaned off John slowly, trying not to think too much about it, though that was a false hope for him to embody. He could try as much as he wanted, but he wasn't going to get there, needing her, needing her taste, though a broken sob burst through him.

He didn't want it. Was there a way that that could be changed?

“You still have time for a few more rounds today…"

Mike shuddered. John moaned. They had no say. They'd never have any say in such a matter ever again. John's body crawled with heat, huffing hotly, her sex cleaned of slick rivulets of seed, the mess of their mating.

But no. Mike pulled away. He would have cried if his body was capable of that, laying his head down on his paws, expression forlorn. He did not implore Kate, not daring to, losing a bit of himself.

Kate, however, had a trick or two left up her sleeve. Grabbing Mike by his mane, she bodily wrenched the growling lion around, showing him two syringes.

“I see you're having some difficulty there…" She hissed. “Here's the deal. You can have one of these. The one with the blue label is the same as what your idiot of a brother got, so that she's driven wild with horniness, always in a state of need, overly sensitive, aching for sex more than anything else in the world."

Kate smirked deeply, Mike quailing. He was no longer himself, no longer a man, no longer strong. All that had been taken from him.

“It'll leave your mind intact, but make your body hornier than ever and, as a male, bless you greatly with near-endless stamina. You can have longer and longer sessions and you'll barely need any time at all between fuck sessions."

Kate paused, holding up the second syringe.

“Now… This one will bring out the true lion in you, warping your mind so that you fall into being nothing else but a ravenous beast. You'll not remember being a man, will have no sense of your past. All you will know and care about will be lion needs, animalistic pleasures. Of course, in the sanctuary, you will not need to hunt, though your basic needs as a lion will be taken care of."

She held them up before the lion, releasing his mane while his brother watched on. There wasn't much more horror, however, that could come to pass.

“Pick one, Mike. Or else you will get both."

Mike gulped. Which to choose? Both… Maybe that would be better. Pleasure for the rest of his life without knowing what was what until the end of his days. He would know the taste of his brother on his lips and tongue, lingering, cloying, clinging to him. He grunted, shaking his head, not knowing what to do. That was good, in a way… It reminded him of eating out a woman, even if the hair around John's slit could never, not even the once, render her mistakable for a woman.

To lose his mind though, to never think of his family, why he was doing what he was doing ever again… Mike quivered. Neither option was exactly appealing to him. He could lose his mind and the last shreds of his humanity, as tattered as they already were, or he could be so rampantly horny that he was blinded by lust until the end of his days.

Did the injections wear off? Were there any side effects? Mike grimaced, though he studiously avoided looking at John. He didn't know what looking at her would do to him. To think that he had fucked his brother… Mike shuddered. Maybe it would be better to lose his mind, if that knowledge slipped right away along with it.

Mike sighed heavily. There was really only one option.

Stretching out a tentative paw, he made his choice, pointing at the syringe with the blue label, the one that would give him stamina. Perhaps he could lose his mind, at least in part, with lust.

Kate injected him with surprisingly gentle fingers, moving on to take the collar from John's neck. Although she was physically unchained, she was more greatly bound than ever, her life locked down around her, the walls of her existence narrowed, closing in around her.

With John as she was, there was no need for the collar, as controlled as Mike was. John's eyes, however, landed on the red syringe, what would turn her into nothing more than a common beast. No thought of using it or asking for it at all crossed her mind, not even as her sex ached with the last rake of Mike's barbs through her. Her brother shook his head, panting heavily, tongue lolling out and fluttering between his teeth, rasping with need.

She didn't want to lose herself. That would be worse, so much worse. In some small way, John kept a sliver of hope in her heart. Even if it was misplaced, she clung onto it, one thing that would keep her going, day after day, even as her brother fucked her and she was forced to bear litter after litter.

An endless breeding. An endless fucking. An endless pregnancy. One after the other. There would be no end with it.

With full control over both lions, Kate fingered John, sliding her fingers deep, curling them up inside her, finding that sensitive patch of nerves. A lion would not know how to pleasure that part of themselves, but Kate did, showing John what her new body could do. She was going to spend the rest of her life in it, after all.

John groaned, closing her eyes against the forced pleasure. It was smooth and slick, her pussy aching for more, her tail lashing the ground. Oh, she wanted it, despite everything, despite the abuse, despite the forced act… She could not deny it.

Yet when her eyes opened once more, she caught sight of Mike behind her in the mirror, his cock already fully erect again, but it was harder than ever, throbbing and drooling. John caught her breath in fear, yet her body was as hot for it as his was, saliva streaming from his dark lips, marking the tan of his muzzle, his jaws far from fearsome and more lust-filled, his eyes glazing over.

That was not her brother anymore. Perhaps, as a lion, Mike had never been her brother. But that didn't make it any better for her. It never would.

“Oh – look!"

Kate stepped back to give them room, though that was merely for her viewing pleasure. She picked up the video camera all over again, for Mike was ready to go, his shaft aching for it, a low, lustful growl rolling from his lips.

“Look, it's time for your next mating session. Wasn't it so much better that you didn't have to wait so long for it this time? That's the beauty of what I can do for you here, all that I can change… If you hadn't crossed me, John, this would never have come to pass. This is all down to you. Everything is your fault."

She didn't know, could not know, not even then, malicious joy in her voice as she told them that they were both ready to fuck again. John hunkered down, hissing and growling, though she wanted it too and would not deny it, despite everything, despite all that she had gone through so far.

It would never end, none of it.

Mike mounted her with a feral yowl that lacked a single ounce of humanity behind it, using her, debasing her, driving into her with wanton, wild abandon. John joined him in a growl, though she fell into it, tumbling head over heels down the figurative rabbit hole. It was better to feel, even though she didn't want it, moaning, whimpering, taking his cock as he pounded her just as he liked, falling prey to heightened, burning lust, just as she had.

Mike might have been able to control his strokes, another time, when he was more experienced, when he had gotten used to the injection.

Maybe. Time would tell.

But in the moment he slammed into her with a wild roar, his brother bearing his furious strokes, lust claiming them both while Kate watched on.

Such was the fate of those transformed for Kate's scheme of revenge.

They would not be the last.