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Disclaimer - This is the land of the Fellord, the most regal King of Cats. Tread no further, weary traveler, lest his foul host of felines finds you and changes you into another member of their tawdry pride. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Barbella Vs. The King of Cats

The Fellord sat on his gilded throne, fur trimmed red velvet cape spreading out behind him, gaudy crown sitting at an angle on his head. The sun shone in through the ruined castle, glinting off the amber grass of the great plains, the Fellord's leonine mane, and the fur of his great host of cats who lounged around the throne.

Finally, he'd captured Barbella the Barbarian, the stalwart heroine who'd foiled his plans for the last time!

The heroine struggled, tied to a heavy wooden pole driven into the earth at the center of the dilapidated court, revealing tight leather armor creaking, long orange hair blowing in the wind. Two leopards on either side of her acted as guards, licking their chops as she wrenched fruitlessly at her bonds.

"You'll never get away with this, Fellord!" she cried defiantly. "You may have captured me, but my fellow adventurers will put a stop to your nefarious plan!"

The king burst out laughing maniacally, pushing his crown back up over his ears. "My dear, I have already gotten away with it. Your little minions came to try and save you, and they failed!" He cackled, snapping his padded fingers as three big cats prowled out from behind his throne, a puma, a black panther, and a cheetah. "And now they serve me!"

"You lie. That cannot be!" Barbella cried. But even as she denied it, she noticed that each of the cats had a telltale sign of her companions. The puma still had two polished bracers around its front legs, just as Steele their weapon master wore. The panther's ears were bedazzled in the gaudy earrings their thief Gloria had acquired from their last job at the noble's mansion. And the cheetah wore the emerald periapt around its neck that their Mage, Avora, claimed was forged by the elves themselves.

The only strange thing was that all of the cats were decidedly male, their tight balls and feline sheaths on display as they slinked towards their lord.

The Fellord snickered as his new charges padded before him. "I have shown them the pleasures that come with serving me." He reached down, wide padded fingers reaching under the Puma and Panther's tails, brushing over their balls and then rubbing tight insistent circles against their bared, clenching asses. The light and dark cats yowled in pleasure, arching their backs, grinding back against him, whiskers twitching, tails lashing. The cheetah turned and nuzzled in against the Fellord's own exposed maleness, lapping up at the lion's hefty balls, hypnotized by his regal musk.

The majestic and evil lion growled out in pleasure as his new minions reveled in his presence. "And soon, you will join my ranks as well!" the Fellord boasted.

"No. I'll never join the likes of you!" Barbella strained against her bonds, ample breasts heaving.

"You don't have a choice, my dear" the Fellord burst out into roaring laughter. "But, I am a fair ruler. I'll give you a head start." He nodded to the leopards guarding his captive. The lithe felines stood and stretched, walking behind Barbella and severing her bonds with two snaps of their powerful jaws.

Barbella looked back towards the court, every cat's eyes fixed on her with predatory intent. She dashed out into the waving golden grass of the great plains. She could hear the Fellord behind her, bellowing in laughter before ordering her once compatriots after her. The waving curtains of amber grass rustled, batting against her as she ran. There was nowhere to hide, no landmarks other than the ruined castle amidst the undulating golden waves.

The sound of shuddering grass grew louder, and Barbella dodged to the side a second before a snarling cheetah leapt out to block her path. But then, a swift black paw managed to catch her ankle, sending her stumbling before the huge puma bowled her over, sending her tumbling to the ground.

In an instant her former adventuring party was on her. Barbella struggled, raising an arm in front of her face to protect herself. Their hungry fangs tore at her armor, claws raking over her, shredding her protection and leaving only her thin, vulnerable human skin. She tried to roll away, but they were always there, following her movements, leathery paws and soft fur contrasting with the prickling grass under her.

Barbella's nose twitched. When she pulled her arm away to look for an opening, she was confronted with the Puma's balls and sheath inches from her face. She noticed a glistening pink spike poking from the fuzzy dun flesh.

Why would her friends turned enemies leave themselves so vulnerable? As she thought of how to exploit the situation, her nostrils flared, huffing in, drinking down the heady scent of feline arousal. Her tongue licked out over her chops subconsciously as her nose became wet and pink.

Her thoughts were interrupted as two wide black paws slapped down on either side of her shapely rump. Barbella spun her head around, seeing the wide golden eyes of the panther staring back at her. She tried to say something to stop her old friend, but her words dissolved into a squeaking moan as the panther dragged his tongue over her exposed ass. The black furred beast's hot breath huffed against her as its rough tongue scraped against her asshole, tugging at her twitching flesh.

Barbella gasped out, taking in another lungful of feline musk, the Puma grinding his cock against her lips. She tried to turn away, but already her thoughts were spinning in her mind. She knew she was supposed to get away, but she couldn't stop the heat rising up from her insides. Whiskers twitched out of her cheeks as she sniffed in, taking in the deep, alluring reek of the mountain lion.

She needed more.

Her eyes flew wide open as the cheetah slid under her, soft fur brushing against her belly. She felt the cat's warm sniffing breath descend down from her navel before the cheetah nuzzled in against her crotch, textured tongue dragging out against her exposed pussy. Barbella trembled, white fur prickling up between her legs as the spotted cat who was once their mage lashed at her femininity with wild abandon.

Barbella arched her back, moaning, overstimulated. As soon as she opened her mouth, the puma lifted a leg and shoved his pointed pink prick between her lips. Her muffled protests turned to confused groans, his delicious feline t flavor sinking into her senses. His barbed prick ground against her tongue and it felt like the most natural thing to wrap her tongue around it. The pink prick pulsed as her tongue widened, developing rough bristles that ground against the Puma's cock. Her lips thinned, skull creaking forwards, pink nose widening, pressing out to the tip of her forming muzzle.

Her thickening thighs tensed each time the panther's tongue rasped up against her ass, fur prickling out over them in black and orange stripes. The aggressive lapping tugged at the flesh of her bared anus as it darkened and pressed out to feline prominence. As each lick pulled up, her spine creaked, wriggling out into a tail, plush fur bursting forth in striped bands. The black cat's claws scraped against her thickening skin through the fur growing on her rump. He growled, drilling his tongue into her, sliding into her tortured ass. Her torrid ring clenched around him as her ass squeezed in with every wag of her growing tail, pleasure bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

Below her, the cheetah's soft tail flicked against her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples as her chest began to barrel out. The larger her body grew, the less defined her breasts became, becoming lost in her plush fur as her chest grew wide and powerful. The spotted cat lapped up either side of her labia, teasing her femininity. Barbella let out a muffled growl of surprised pleasure as the cheetah nuzzled in tighter, tongue dragging against her blazingly sensitive clit. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, echoing between her legs as her clit grew more and more sensitive, the cheetah's tongue wrapping around it. The glistening pink of her pussy disappeared under the thickening soft white fur spreading under her, followed by two twinges of intense pleasure as something pressed out from her body in a surge of thrumming bliss.

Barbella snarled, letting the puma's cock slide out from her lips as the sensations under her shifted. Her new pair of feline testicles pulsed with pleasure, swelling larger in their fluffy sack, pulling up towards her clenching anus as the Puma flicked his tongue inside of her one last time. Downy fuzz surrounded her clit, loose sheath fluffing up with white fur as her clit turned member poked out, feline barbs forming as the cheetah's tongue dragged maddeningly across them.

She suckled absentmindedly as the puma thrust back into her maw, her muzzle growing wider, white, orange, and black fur fluffing out. Her whiskers lengthened as she felt his cock throb and dribble out a hot drop of salty animal pre onto her changed tongue.

Her hands and feet tensed, swelling into broad paws, nails curling back into the tips as leathery pads formed along the bottoms. Being down on the ground felt right, her rear legs straining as they stretched out, claws digging into the trampled grass underneath her.

The panther hopped unceremoniously on top of her. Her body was now much larger than is own, her striped tail lashing out needfully under him. He thrust in, pointed cock brushing against her again and again before sinking into her tender, tiger's ass. Barbella growled, fur fluffing up as the panther's barbs ground against her insides, heat blossoming through her body while she groaned out in bliss.

The puma thrust in harder and faster into her muzzle, his fuzzy balls tightening before he yowled out, just as the panther howled behind her. They came as one, each erupting fountains of feline seed inside of her, barbed cocks jerking against her insides. Her ass wrenched down, clamping around the jolting member in her ass as she felt the hot essence fill her. Her tongue lapped up the hypnotically enticing seed that splashed into her maw.

The new tiger bucked her hips, but the cheetah under her pulled back from her new, throbbing tiger cock, nuzzling against it teasingly. Need blazed through Barbella's thrumming shaft, but all she received was the tickling of whiskers and the soft brush of a tail as the cheetah slid out from underneath her.

The puma and panther pulled back, huffing in the afterglow. Barbella's ass clenched shut, seed dribbling from her abused hole and her thin, dark lips. Her green eyes hung half lidded, ears folded back.

She needed more.

The three cats all strode away from her. She yowled after them.

They couldn't leave her here. She needed release.

She dashed after them on her strong paws, stripes blending into the golden dry grasses of the plain. Barbella caught teasing glimpses of their rumps, tight, feline asses, jostling balls, and twitching tails. She couldn't help but follow them, new sensitive feline nose drinking in their musk as her cock thrummed and throbbed with need, bouncing against her with every bound.

She hardly noticed as her paws stepped over the old stones that led to the ruined castle.

"Back so soon, my darling?" the Fellord's voice rang out. All of the other cat's lounging around the ruins stared in at the tiger that had once been Barbella the Barbarian. Her eyes widened. She hadn't meant to return.

She paused, one paw in the air.

"Come here, my sweet. Why don't you stay awhile?" He grinned, showing his fangs.

Barbella tried to pull away, but his deep, rich voice rang in her mind and she found herself padding up towards the evil king. As she got closer, she could smell him, his rich, masculine reek sinking into her senses, her cock throbbing harder under her, leaking out a dribble of clear need. His maleness hung inches from her muzzle, throbbing from his heavy tawny sheath. She needed to escape, but she wanted to nuzzle it, to snuffle in against it, to taste his regal essence . . .

"What lovely stripes you have." He walked along her flanks, dragging a claw through her plush fur. "And such strength!"

Barbella growled, but the praise seeped into her mind. It felt good.

"Oh, does my kitty need something?" The Fellord teased, walking behind her and grabbing her exposed package in his palm, giving it a firm, mischievous squeeze.

Barbella yowled out, writhing in needy bliss, tail wrapping around his arm. She needed release. She needed his praise. She needed more.

"Hmm, I'm a generous king. I'll give you what you want," the Fellord smirked. "On your back, vassal." The tyrant grinned down, fangs poking from his smile as Barbella had no choice but to comply with his diabolical wishes.

She turned over, revealing her pillowy white belly and throbbing feline shaft, paws hanging in the air, tail lashing behind her. Her lips peeled back as she growled, revealing her thick, sharp fangs.

The Fellord's velvet cape trailed behind him as he straddled Barbella, kneeling in on her chest. "My pet's already purring. Lovely." He leaned in, pressing his muzzle against her own, rough tongue pressing into her snarling mouth.

Barbella's growl turned into a groan of pleasure as his rough tongue scraped against her own. She couldn't help but lean into the kiss, their tongues entwining as she writhed under his weight. He pulled back from the kiss but pressed a padded finger past her gums. He slid his leathery finger against her tongue, swabbing around her mouth before pulling back, dripping with her saliva.

"Are you prepared to join the pride, my tiger?" He licked his chops, reaching behind himself and smearing his leonine ass with her thick spittle.

His hips rubbing against her made Barbella's cock throb harder, slickness leaking out against her pillowy fur.

She needed it. She needed him. She couldn't help it.

"I knew you would be," the evil king simpered.

The other cats around the room rubbed their lithe bodies together as they watched. They nuzzled and lapped at each other's fur, tails twitching, cocks poking from their feline sheaths.

Barbella yowled out as the king reached behind himself, squeezing her plump, rounded testes and then holding her cock steady. Barbella's breath caught in her throat as he lowered himself, her animal shaft pulsing in his grip. Her eyes flew wide, pupils pulling into points as her tapered tip spread the Fellord wide. He sighed blissfully, tufted tail thrashing behind him as he sank down on his new subject's throbbing shaft, his ass wrenching down around it.

Barbella's powerful paws pedaled at the air as her barbs caught for the first time, bristling at his insides, striking myriad matches of pleasure that set her senses ablaze. It felt so good. She didn't want it to, but she couldn't resist it. She bucked her hips up against him automatically, tail thrashing around like a striped, furry snake on LSD.

The Fellord groaned, biting his lip. "Now, my new subjects, you may help me claim our prize," he managed to pant out, bobbing up and down on barbella's cock, his hand-paws spread out through her thick belly fur.

The barbarian's three former compatriots closed in, licking their chops. The panther snuck under the Fellord's regal cape. Barbella hoped for a moment that he was going to try to dispatch the foul king, but her hopes were shattered by pleasure as she felt him snuffle against her bared ass moments before he began lapping wildly at her exposed ring of muscle. Her cock throbbed every time her ass ground down against that hot, insistent tongue.

Barbella's view of the Fellord riding her shaft was interrupted by yellow fur and spots, the cheetah crawling on top of her broad chest. The smaller, thinner cat leaned in and shared a brief kiss with Barbella, a bead of spittle snapping between their tongues. The cheetah then turned around, presenting his twitching feline ass, tail swaying hypnotically.

Drunk on feline musk, Barbella couldn't help herself, lapping out with her broad tongue, roughness dragging against that pristine hole. The cheetah mewled out in bliss as Barbella lapped out with increasing fervor even as the puma lashed at her own ass in hungry strokes. Her fur bristled while the Fellord picked up his pace, torrid ass wrenching down around her in fitful tugs as his own regal shaft began to leak out potent drops of pre, his regal reek filling all his subject's senses.

The black panther slid in from the side, licking against Barbella's flanks. He sniffed up towards the Cheetah's bobbing shaft, wrapping his lips around it and beginning to suck, causing distracted chirps of pleasure to ring from his spotted partner in crime.

Barbella felt the needy pink hole she lapped against tug and squeeze as the cheetah thrust into the panther's maw. She couldn't help but get lost in the pleasure, to serve her lord, to become part of the pride. She wrenched her eyes shut, whiskers twitching as her tongue sank into the cheetah's tight rear, the spotted tail batting wildly against her face, passage clenching against her tongue in fitful waves.

Behind her, the king's cape rippled as the puma's lapping grew slower and stronger before his own rasp sank into Barbella's torrid, clenching confines.

"Yesssss," the fellord hissed out. "Give into your desires. Join the pride." His tail lashed about behind him. "Cum, my loyal subject!" he shouted out as he slammed his ass down one last time.

His words rang in Barbella's mind like a gong. Her entire body stiffened, tongue straining inside the cheetah's ass, tailhole wrenching against the panther's tongue, and her cock quivering inside of her king as the heat boiled over inside of her. Her limbs splayed out, claws extending as her balls clenched and she splattered her thick, hot tiger seed into his royal, clenching ass.

The Fellord yowled out, words lost in a savage roar as her stiff cock painted his insides with feline devotion. His crown tumbled off his head and clattered to the ground. The cheetah tensed up, mewling out, painting the face of the panther as he pulled back to lap up at the king's shaft as well. All it took was one long, bristling stroke for the Fellord to climax, balls clenching, exalted seed spattering out from his shaft over them all as his ass wrenched down, milking Barbella for every last ounce of her feline seed.

The cats around the chamber growled and screamed out in bliss as well, cocks jerking out hot rushes of seed, asses clenching, balls tightening, tails lashing as they followed their ruler in bliss.

The collective feline climax marched on, Barbella's powerful striped form pressed to the limits, every muscle straining as she writhed in wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss.

After a miniature infinity, the Fellord finally pulled himself off of his new subject, paws wobbling underneath him as he shakily stood.

"Excellent work, my tiger," he panted. "You have earned your place in my court." He reached down and rubbed her belly, feeling his jizzum sinking into her fur, marking her as his own.

The new tiger lowed out, tongue curling out as she yawned and followed the king to his throne. She curled up at his feet, content. The rest of the cats curled up together as well, closing their eyes and drifting into feline naps.

"Soon we will rule all of the lands," the king yawned, padded toes combing through the tiger's fur as he too fell into a much needed slumber.

* * *

Barbella opened the coin pouch as best she could with her wide animal paws. She slid out gold pieces into small stacks on a stone at the side of the Fellord's throne.

"It's ten extra gold to replace the armor," she growled. "It's supposed to be tear away armor, not tear apart armor." She rolled her emerald eyes, tail twitching irritably behind her.

"Ahh, yes, of course. My apologies, Miss Bellatrix." The Fellord, Stephen, scratched at his neck through his dense mane before fishing ten more coins from his lockbox. "Your services were . . . most excellent."

"I'm very good at what I do, Mr. Lord," Bellatrix replied. "And it's going to be very difficult for me to tend to my other clients without opposable thumbs. Didn't you tell me this was supposed to have worn off by now?"

"Ahh, yes . . . generally it only lasts for a few hours." The lion tapped two of his padded fingers together. "But in some cases, it can last a little bit longer, depending on how big of uhhh . . . release there is."

"Well, if it lasts more than tonight, I'm going to keep charging you hourly until I change back." She scowled up at the incorrigible lion as he grinned bashfully.

"I'm sure the effects will fade by then," he tried to reassure her.

Bella yawned, whiskers curling as she basked in the setting sun. "So, are we still scheduled to meet here again in two weeks?"

"Ahh, actually, the werewolves are renting out the castle at that time," Stephen recalled aloud. "But, I have a time share cabin in the witch's bog down south if that works for you. I'll send you the script in advance as always."

"It'll be five extra for working in a bog," Bellatrix stated matter-of-factly. "But I'll pencil you in."

She rolled over, curling up and raking her claws over the rough stone. Being a tiger for a while wasn't so bad actually. She lapped her tongue over the back of a paw idly and then closed her eyes, falling back into well deserved sleep.