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Transformed & Forced

Part one of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

John groaned, laying her head down on the admittedly soft ground, though it was probably one of the smallest things in the world to be thankful for. The lioness, a man trapped in the body of a lion after a forced transformation, swished her tail anxiously across the ground, visitors passing by the viewing windows of her enclosure.

At the sanctuary, when they were open to visitors, there was no rest for her and no respite when the doors closed for the day either, Kate, her ex-girlfriend, taking her liberties with her favourite pair of transformed lions. Of course, Mike, John's brother, would often mount and breed her through the day, even if she was carrying a litter of cubs, the two of them tingling with rampant horniness. That was Kate's doing, of course, a little injection that she kept topping up with them on a monthly basis, at least, that was what she said. There was little the lions could honestly tell the truth of, considering that Kate controlled their entire worlds.

When they were not the subject of her amusements, they could go into their shared enclosure or their private ones, depending on how Kate wanted to see them. There was a part of John that thought that she took her own kind of sick amusement from watching them turn in pacing, endless circles, driven mad with horniness, skin prickling, tails lashing. But sometimes, when the sanctuary was quieter, she wanted them on display while they were mating, acting out animalistic needs even while their human minds remained fully intact inside.

That was the worst, people not knowing that they were really people inside the bodies of lions, horrified by what they were doing, though the arousal, well…it helped a little. John's stomach may have easily shown how heavily pregnant she was, though that didn't stop her brother from mounting her repeatedly and neither did it stop her body from prickling with heat, thinking all the time that it still needed to be bred, despite her pregnancy. It was not a position that John would have chosen for anyone, not even her worst enemy.

She had noticed a few people looking like they were searching the sanctuary, though she had a suspicion that Kate had put something in her food that day, for she spent most of it slumbering, hardly even having sex, which had been very much out of the ordinary for her. All John remembered, dimly, were the hazy images of men with clipboards and search dogs and some strange clicking noise that had droned into her skull… But John didn't know enough about police work to know what they were doing, only that she was too tired to get up, to try to scratch a message to them. Like that had gone so well for her the first time around.

John could not know what had happened about them outside the sanctuary, whether they had been mourned or what Mike's family had had to say, her world narrower than before. She did not know that Kate had been questioned by the police as to John's disappearance, but she had done what she'd done in transforming people into big cats, breaking their minds or locking them down, so many times over that she knew better than anyone how to cover her tracks. After all, who could expect a woman to be actively transforming people, not only men, into cats for her sanctuary?

Ah, but Kate knew how to lie low, how to wait, how to make sure that nothing would catch up to her, her wants illicit, cruel, taboo. And it all lingered under the umbrella of control, time after time after time again.

The times that Kate took them into the private rooms, where no one would see them, were the worst, Kate humiliating them, recording them, even claiming that she was selling their videos on the dark web. She had to fund the sanctuary somehow, she claimed, though Kate had many toys down in the labs attached to the sanctuary, more extensive than anyone who visited would ever have had cause to suspect, to entertain her. Kate was creative too, even binding John in weird positions, designing odd sex furniture too so that she could be posed, like a toy that she could pick up and put down as and when it pleased her.

Arching back over a rounded, padded bench, her hinds tied to the bottom and her forepaws laid down on her sides, as if she was lying, as a human, on her back, tilted upright, John moaned. Kate's fingers worked at her clit, digging into her pussy, stroking back and forth, though the fur around her sex was already soaked with her juices. Mike was on public display that day, leaving her to Kate's whims, bringing her off, again and again, all for her sordid, cruel pleasure. Even pregnancy had not given her a jot of reprieve, bound in place for the amusement of her captor.

John did have one hope, however, one lingering hope that got her through sessions like that, times when she was not even sure who she was, if she was even John anymore, not in any way. There was a different name on her exhibit, after all, though she did not care enough to remember it.

No, the hope that she would be recovered, taken from there, even if she had to spend the rest of her life as a cat remained. For she had seen her father coming by, speaking angrily with Kate, though only at a distance. Kate told them that she'd let Steven, their father, into the exam rooms, proving to him, of course, that she was not hiding his sons there, though Steven was more concerned, apparently, with John than Mike. John had been the one, after all, who'd been dating Kate, though there was no telling what could have happened when it had been both brothers who had disappeared together, without a trace left behind.

The first time she'd realised he was there, John had been in her shared enclosure, lying on the ground with her tail willingly pushed to the side while her brother bred her, fucked her rampantly. Mike's balls swung back and forth with every thrust, slapping against her hide, and she yowled out her passion, taking him furiously, wanting nothing more than for the lion to spend his load inside her.

And then she had looked up, finding her father there above them on the viewing platform, watching them as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She had not been able to look away, even as she climaxed, pleasure mounting inside her, whimpering, moaning, losing sense of herself – yet if there was anyone who could ground her in some kind of sense of her past reality it was most certainly her father. For he was a link to her past, the man that she had been, the man that John – and Mike too, of course – desperately wanted to be again.

But to see her father while her twin brother's cock was buried deep inside her, the barbs catching, raking, pulling, even if there was no way for them to induce ovulation again while she was pregnant. Mike's body, however, did not know that, not as their father smirked and shook his head, as if bemused, above them, finally walking away when Mike spent his load inside her.

John had lowered her head at that time, humiliation curling hotly through her, though it was overtaken by the need for more, another climax, always more. One thing she had taken from that moment, however, was that their father would not give up on them, the man who had come to their aid so many times over the years, who loved them unconditionally. Maybe, some way, there was a way that she could get through to him, to change the course that their twisted lives had taken…

One day, John and Mike were brought into the old exam room together, the walls freshly painted, everything slick and clean and smooth with the usual open space in the centre of the room. John lowered her head, already resigning herself to yet another session of whatever kink took Kate's fancy that week, though Kate, however, had a surprise for them.

“Alright, you two," she said with a comfortable grin, evidently sure in her position of power over them. “I thought that you could use a little variety, hm? Well, I've got a surprise for you…"

They should have realised that something was wrong the moment that they realised that the curtain was drawn over the one-way mirror, the mirror that allowed them to see into the neighbouring exam room while any occupant of that room was none the wiser. Yet all was revealed as Kate drew the curtain back with a flourish, only to reveal a man in there!

And not just any man, John and Mike twisting in distress, rushing to the window even as John's heart sank. No… Tears tried to well up in eyes that were not made for such emotion, the tear ducts intended to drain away dust, foreign objects in her eyes, but John could not help but mewl plaintively, pawing at the window. For right there before them was the man that they had thought may well have been their saviour, bound for Kate's pleasure, as before.

He looked just like them, his hair a little darker, a little more lined around the face. Steven didn't appear as if he had been sleeping well and Mike shoulder-bumped John, growling as he tried to smash through the mirror. Even though Mike already knew that it was false hope to try to break through, he still tried, clawing and snarling, all while the man on the other side of the mirror was unaware of him.

“Oh, do try harder," Kate chuckled cruelly. “I do love when you fail… Though it's prettier when it's the lioness that fails. You were the one that crossed me anyway. Mike, your father… The rest are just collateral damage. And because I can."

A TV on a wheeled trolley was set up before Steven, everything perfectly posed at the right angle so that the horrified lions could see it too. Of course, it was playing scenes of their breeding sessions, close-ups of Mike cumming in John, though Steven seemed to be uncomfortable, shifting away, grunting, an obvious tremble in his throat and chest that didn't belong there.

Yet his expression changed completely the moment the video, a camera view from above and one as if it had been set into the wall, showing the twins transforming, how they had twisted and contorted, explicit in their nudity while they became so much less than what they had been. From man to lion and from man to lioness, his sons had shed what had been there of their humanity. Truly, even after only a few weeks had passed, John didn't think that she could go back to being a man, not after she had spent so long already as a feline.

It was gratifying, in a way, to see her father's face twist in horror, screaming, shouting, surely exclaiming something about going to make Kate pay – at least, that was what John would have wanted him to say. The only problem there was that Steven was under Kate's control already, not exactly in any kind of position to rescue his sons.

“You see, my dear cats," Kate said, slowly, silkily, as if she was seducing a man in a high-class wine bar. “Your father knows all about what happened to you now. But, of course, he does not know that, heh, it was against your will, so to speak. I didn't want to upset the old dear, you see."

John growled, bristling. Their father wasn't that old! The crow's feet around his eyes were laughter lines, though Mike didn't like Kate saying anything about their father either, pushing back and join his brother, even if they couldn't actually do anything.

“Down, cats. So, he thinks that all of this is your twisted, perverted sexual fantasy, John – isn't that a delight?" She smirked, tapping her fingers with her lips, eyes dancing with glee. “He is completely under the ruse that you sought out my services, that you paid with all your life savings to make it happen. And, where lucky may have it – Mike wanted to take part too! Isn't that just so, so perfect, John?"

John growled, shaking her head. No, no… No, not at all. Though it was not as if Kate was going to allow her to say anything with regards to that, despite how she bristled. Why the hell would she have ever come up with something so sick and perverted – against the will of another human being? But, then again, John would never have expected Kate to be as twisted as she had turned out to be.

“Sick fetishes must be genetic, John, you should agree. And now…you must play along, or else someone less pesky and less nosy in your family will meet the same fate. Or a different one: I haven't quite decided how I would punish those that try to come after you yet. It's such a nuisance when I could be enjoying myself with you two, after all."

John growled and dipped her nose, though Kate had had her say, more interested in her plan than in mocking them, showing them just how weak and helpless they had become. Leaving them there to paw helplessly at the window, she joined Steven in the other room, talking to him, though all the lions could see was their lips moving as if there wasn't any sound coming out.

John growled to Mike, but her brother had not made the effort to learn the language of lions as she had, though John had found that she was able to vaguely communicate with some of the others in the zoo, from a distance. It was a risky endeavour, considering that she was always being watched: that was not a mistake that she would ever make again.

Helplessly, they watched as if it was a horror film playing out in real life and time before their eyes, Kate injecting their father with a blue syringe that they had not seen before. Perhaps they would have if they had paid more attention to their transformation, though those already felt as if they had been so very long ago.

But they did recognise the second syringe, the one with the blue label, John moaning in sympathy. That was the one that they had both received, the one that would jump a female into heat and cause extreme arousal. The benefits seemed more apt for Mike, fucking with greater stamina than ever before, breeding, mating, a seemingly endless amount of cum rumbling away in his nuts. Only the male lion, however, could have said exactly how that felt for him, whether it was something that could have been part of the human experience or if it was something that could only be caused with medical, chemical intervention – such as with the injection.

Their father twisted, grimacing, contorting, though his binds held him in the chair for as long as they could. It seemed to be sped up, though that did not help the fact that his hips thrust and humped, the potent arousal serum having an effect on him more quickly than the transformation injection. His cock showed through his clothes, a bulge that might have been kinky if they had not been his sons, though Mike could not watch constantly, looking away and back through the mirror again and again.

John, however, stared constantly. It was her need, her right, for it was her that had brought all of this down on her family, her brother and now her father. Logically, the lioness knew that it was the fault of Kate, of course, who had taken them and used them all against their will, but that didn't stop the churning swathe of writhing guilt in the pit of her stomach.

He changed, but not into a lion, not as his clothes tightened around him, fluffy grey fur sprouting all over his body. His hair blended into the softness of it and he yawned in a snarl, teeth pulling into the sharp points of a carnivore, though it was horrifically fascinating to watch their father change. His body was no longer suited to sitting in a chair, not as his bones realigned themselves, a tail sprouting, forcing its way over the waistband of what looked to be an old pair of jeans. It was just as well, however, that Steven had been wearing his older, softer, more worn clothes when Kate had captured him, for they were not going to last very long.

They burst around his rump, his back end growing, though he was not becoming a lion, but something leaner, something differently built, though still very much a feline. There was a thicker, fluffier tip to a tail springing forth, waving back and forth, the wooden chair tipping, splintering as the bonds didn't know whether to break or the chair itself. Thrashing and groaning through the transformation, already shown what was happening to him by watching the transformation of his sons, Steven howled.

Yet there was nothing he could do, his first experience of helplessness as his arms became legs, fingers becoming toes, fur covering his hands, paw pads softening underneath. His nails tightened into claws and his face bulged into a blocky muzzle that became more elegant with a smattering of black and grey markings, the whiskers itching into existence.

John shuddered, watching, her tail lashing anxiously back and forth, wishing so very much that there was something she could do to help. But her father lay on the floor, getting to all fours while his hips came down, matching the height of his forelegs more evenly, shifting into the body of a snow leopard.

But the worst horror of all was that their father's shaft receded, his aroused humping fading swiftly into grinding, arching back, slipping into his fur as if it had never been. Even though she could not smell him in the other room, John growled, her hackles raised, her brother moving closer. For their father, even though they would always be a father figure to them, had become a snow leopard female, nipples tucked away within the thick fluff of her belly, stretching into a long, leonine shape.

Steven shrugged off the clothes, though it was hard to say, from John's viewpoint, whether she knew that she was female or not, panting harshly, the final nips and tucks of transformation forming over her. Her tail lengthened, building new bone, muscles settling over her hindquarters, her claws trying to prick, the pads of her paws too soft, though they would soon toughen up. Steven's head settled with rounded ears, graced with black fur, wobbling on her feet as she swayed back and forth.

The transformation may have been complete, but Kate's torture was not…

John quailed as Kate reappeared in the room with them, a decidedly sadistic grin stretching her lips. Those smiles never reached her eyes, showing too many teeth. There was a touch of lip gloss on them, pink and smeared, but John would never have dared say that to her, not even if they had both been human. That was very much the sort of thing that Kate did not react well to. Still, it was almost amusing, at a moment when his life took a plummeting twist into further furious debauchery, to see that she was not perfect. Despite everything, she was still a woman who could make mistakes.

“Now, John… You will go play with your father. I think he needs some help to get used to his new body, don't you agree?"

John growled, slamming a forepaw down. Kate raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight back onto one leg.

“Yes?" She sounded almost bored. “You have something to say?"

No!

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No, that was too far! Their father had not consented, would think that it was his son abusing him under the false pretences of fantasy! That wasn't right! It was a line that John would not cross as she backed, shaking her head.

Kate, however, smiled as if she had expected that answer. Holding up the syringe with the red label, the one that they had learned earlier would strip them of their minds and their sanity, she paused.

“Now, you know this," she said slowly, Mike stiffening beside his brother. “But… Hm… This isn't all that this lovely little serum does. You might think that it only strips the injected of their intelligence, but, no… That's not quite how it works. A mental death would be better than those who receive it deserve. No… What this does is make the bestial instincts more and more dominant, a swift, slippery slide, until the human mind is overpowered, helpless to do anything about it."

Kate whispered, fingers tightening on the syringe, her eyes far away as if she was imagining it.

“Imagine that," she breathed. “To still have your mind locked in there, unable to do anything about it, losing sense of yourself. You'd still have your mind, but you would be powerless to do anything but to act like a mindless beast, screaming, fighting, but unable to do anything about it, about instinct that has become far, far more dominant than your human willpower ever could have been."

John gulped and hesitated. Still… Maybe that would be the price she'd have to pay, as terrifying as it was, how it made her quake and shiver. She couldn't do it, not to her father, no… Especially not with Steven becoming a leopardess.

“I see…" Kate raised an eyebrow, all smiles falling from her face. “Well then… What about your remaining family, John? Hm… Didn't you once tell me about your older brother, how he pranked your little sister with his pet snake…"

She paused as if pulling up the memory, though John was under no illusion that Kate had just come up with it. It had just been waiting in the wings for the right moment for her to use the information.

“Your mom too, she was terrified of the mice," Kate continued. “A phobia, yes… Imagine her terror if made to face them every day of her life, every hour, every minute. Your mother and your sister, forced to live in fear. Well, that's if they lived for very long at all…"

John growled, standing, her legs shaking. Kate smirked.

“Ah, yes, so you will do it then? I thought the notion of that might just sway you…"

Yet again, she was forced and coerced by Kate, walking slowly, woodenly, into the next room, the door opening with a hiss of air when the lock was broken. Still, John did not know why Kate had needed such hi-tech doors, but it was not a question that needed an answer after everything that had come to pass. It never would be something that required answering.

Mike followed, under orders from Kate, for he didn't want their brother and sister or even, heaven forbid, their mother also subjected to anything, nothing at all. If that was to be their fate, it would be a fate that the twins would shoulder together, being as kind and as sympathetic through the taking of their father as they could.

Yet even Mike knew, as he advanced and sat beside John, neither lion able to meet the eyes of their father, wobbling and trying to stand sensibly, that he was the one who would most likely have the most humiliating task of all, though it was subjective. Just because he would be the one penetrating and fucking, it was not as if Kate was not capable of coming up with even more twisted and sordid things, broken fantasies to spell out for those under her control.

“Right! Now that we have all of you here, I have an announcement to make. The rules! How things are going to go!"

Kate laughed, bright and cheery, clearly looking forward to what was to come, though Steven growled and reeled, shaking her head, stumbling over her own, large hind paws. She wasn't yet secure on her teeth, like a newborn, even though her body was that of an adult, very clearly.

“I will be your guide, for the fetishes, that is, of your son, John. Of course, she is a lioness now – in line with her fantasies. I'm sure you will come to understand, Steven, that this is just another way that you can serve your sons, a way that you can give your life to them. Would it be so bad to give in to it? Of course not."

Kate smiled, even as Steven growled, and she raised a threatening, staying finger.

“Ah, ah, ah… Calm yourself now, darling, or you'll get too worked up before things even begin. I will be your guide here, following John's fantasies, playing them out. Of course, I will do all the thinking for you, so there's no need to worry. All you three need to do is enjoy yourself and I will make every last one of your darkest fantasies come true."

John and Mike exchanged a look, but, that time, John did not even contemplate whether she could scratch a message to their father. It was probably what Kate was expecting, her to try to communicate in some way, though in the back of her mind lingered the thought that the rest of their family, all adults, would be subjected to horrific fates if they did not go along with things.

The lioness shuddered and let out a low groan. There was no choice. There'd never been a choice.

Continued in part two…