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Sadistic Transformation

Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

Dale woke suddenly, scrambling, the mountain lioness heaving and grunting, licking her lips. Trapped! She was trapped! But where was she? She knew that she wasn't supposed to be a cat, not any kind of feline at all, and tried to roll to her feet.

Only, she could not. Something had been laid over her shoulders and her arms, even her hips too, pinning her down. Blinking, her vision cleared, bit by bit, from the fog of whatever she had been darted with a moment after she'd watched her son go down, but she could not come around quickly. Paws greeted her rather than hands and her stomach roiled sickeningly as she realised that she was bound to a breeding bench.

The details of that, however, were best told by Kate, who had the felines trapped in her private laboratory, a clinically clean and sanitised environment - until the felines were done with it, of course. Large, solid tiles, which could be removed and replaced as needed, lined the floor and partway up the walls, allowing for any splash, while the paint was a glossy type most often used in milking parlours and similar: easy to clean. Not that she would be the one cleaning it, of course, but Kate knew how to pay off those that could do such jobs.

"Lovely to see you coming around," she said, lips twisted in a wicked smirk as she stepped up to the mountain lioness, sliding a ready needle into her neck as she tried to twist and yowl. "Now, now, be quiet. You know your complaints aren't needed here. You're just entertainment... For me and for your new, lovely mate. Shouldn't you be looking after him too?"

Yet Dale did not remember, not truly, what had happened to her, what she had gone through, still groggy. Kate petted her head roughly, her fingers well away from the lioness' jaws, but the breeding stand was positioned so that the lioness was bound over it, with not much padding on the top of the bench, all four paws still on the ground. Of course, Dale could not really get any purchase on the ground, but her paws were manacled and locked directly to the breeding stand, another loop under her tail purely to keep it out of the way of her sex. Dale, however, did not know that that was why her tail felt so uncomfortable, constantly trying to twitch it back into a comfortable position.

She stared ahead of her where a TV screen, large and flat, had been placed, displaying a picture of what looked like...something lewd? It looked like a cat's backside, but that could not be right, not even as her groggy head turned warmer, darker, more lustful still. In such a state and only with a limited range of vision, she could not see that Kate had a handheld video camera in one hand, directed at her cunt and undertail, recording her even as the camera played a direct feed back to the very TV screen that Dale was positioned at.

And that little injection, oh... That was one of Kate's favourite things to utilise, a potent mix that had not been released publicly for big cat research - but that would send any feline mad with arousal. From the subjects she had tested it on previously, she had seen how their pussies had drooled and dripped, how they had yowled and scraped at the ground with their raw need to be fucked, driven mad with lust no matter how many times they were fucked. Even from her perspective, Kate saw it as a blessing that she gave them, rather than a punishment. Really, they should have been grateful that she was spending so much time and energy on them, giving them such nice things.

"Now, cat... I don't want to wait to get started," Kate crooned, yet there was a dangerous edge to her tone. "You need to come into line and get your mate nice and ready, he's still sleeping. Relax... Feel..."

Dale's ears twitched, though she juddered and jolted when a wave of strange pleasure rolled through her. Oh, what was that? It felt good and yet she still strove to pull away from it, not realising just how her breath was coming in harsher and harsher pants and gasps, almost as if he was forced to grab at what oxygen she could. Her tail was roughly shoved out of the way of whatever had pressed to her body, but she did not know, not as something vibrated through her, her body wanting, horrifically, to push back on it.

What's wrong with me? Unff... Why... Why am I like this? She thought desperately, though Dale still had not made sense of her situation, pulling her mind through aroused sludge, yowling and growling and licking her lips. My body... It's so...hot?

_ _

It was the only way she could make sense of it, her foggy, dulled mind not knowing that she was female, that her sex had changed - in a way that she could never again go back to either her human form or her male sex. But there were far more pressing things to consider in the moment as she growled and wrenched futilely at the bonds, feeling as if a giant hand was weighing her down and pinning her in place, her back legs shamefully spread and braced. Yet all her thrashing roused the one that Kate had been talking about, the male mountain lion on the ground behind her...

Ben groaned, blinking, though he was collared to the ground by a short chain, helpless to do anything to help his father. As he came back to consciousness, his father moved into his line of sight.

He couldn't remember everything that had happened on the hike, his mind focused on his own body, the shift of it, how he felt as if he was so powerful and yet hopelessly trapped and pinned. The collar dug into his neck, though it felt as if there was a heavy padlock on it or something like that, something that even he could not paw off. With a snarl, he heaved and wrenched, rounding his shoulders, claws scraping obnoxiously across the floor.

"Oh, I see you have come around too," Kate said with a smirk, though she did not appear fazed at all by Ben's display. "Don't you know that it's rather rude to act like that, little kitten? You should be pleasing your mate. Look how aroused she is..."

She? Ben reeled, nostrils flaring, sucking in short, needy breaths, simply trying to make sense of what was around him. Was Kate talking about him? No, no, that could not be right, didn't seem right at all, though he still shook his head, straining to clear the fogginess from it.

There was something there, something in his mind that he could not quite reach, though that could have just been his mind protecting him from the horror of it, ensuring that he didn't have to re-live the trauma too shortly. And yet it was not Ben, after all, that had been transformed into a female form, but his father herself, the mountain lioness groaning as Kate doubled down on her efforts with a handheld massaging wand - more commonly used for female sexual pleasure and more.

The vibrations filled the room, along with a thick, musky, earthen scent, an aroma that, somehow, had a hint of spice to it too. Ben shook his head, groaning, leaning in. That scent... Oh, how he wanted more of it, his eyes greedily fixing on the source of it, even if it all came with a sense of horror too, knowing that he was staring at his transformed father.

Wait...

_ _

Ben blinked. He didn't mean to be crude, not even as something tightened under his belly, within the fold of his sheath, but...if that was his father before him, why didn't he have balls? They should have been obvious, shouldn't they? And yet the vibrating massage wand was pressed to the spot where surely they should have been hanging beneath, covering something, but not enough to hide something like that from view. Growling under his breath, he closed his eyes and opened them again, though nothing changed.

Dale heaved and panted, though the mountain lioness did not know what had happened, why her body felt strange. There was a sense of something being different about her, most certainly as Kate scratched her rump, but no sense of loss. It was strange, very strange, but all she could think of was how horny she was, her mind flitting from one thought and scene to another, so quickly that it was impossible to keep up with anything. If she had been more with her senses, she would have both realised her female state and that her mind was already trying to drag her towards images of being fucked and bred, impaled on a meaty cock ridged with barbs, all so that her body could fulfil its ultimate breeding potential.

"Don't you know what's happening yet?" Kate teased. "Perhaps I should make it more obvious for you. A toy like this, after all, could not sink into a male, could it, Daley?"

She teased him, setting the wand aside as the lioness yowled and panted, her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth. And yet it was Ben that came to the shuddering realisation that there was something even more insidious amiss there, unable to even turn his head away as the wand was moved away...and the terror revealed.

That wasn't a set of balls. That wasn't anything male at all there, though, in a twisted sort of way, it made sense why he was so drawn to her - her. His father was a female and he remembered, briefly and dimly through a foggy kind of horror, what had happened on the trail, how he had scrambled and reeled from one revelation after the other. There was no surprise there that he had forced down the memory, though wrenching at the chain keeping him tied up short and facing his father's pussy didn't help at all.

So it was that he was forced to watch as a huge dildo, ridged and knobbled grotesquely, pushed into his father's pussy, stretching open the succulent slit as if for the first time. Ben didn't want to think if it was a first time or not, not as the toy disappeared into the cat with a lewd, wet squelch - so wet that she had to be, in some way, aroused. Though that didn't make sense, not even as he growled and pawed at his own face as if he was trying to force crude and illicit thoughts from his mind even then.

"You'll have to give in to it," Kate told him, eyes on Ben even as she worked the dildo back and forth roughly within Dale's pussy, teasing her and making her gasp loudly. "You'll be the one breeding her, fucking her... It's what cats like you are meant to do. And you wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?"

Ben growled. He didn't know what that meant, though he didn't care, not even as Kate turned on a vibrating feature on the dildo, the lioness' juices pouring out tenfold, as if she could not contain herself. The lewd slickness of her cunt drooled from her gaping, stretched slit, demonstrating her readiness to be bred and fucked, though Ben didn't even know whether his father knew that she had been turned into a female yet.

Dale didn't want to think, it was harder than ever to make one thought after the other move sluggishly through her mind. Her eyes couldn't drag themselves away from the show on the screen, the connection between her body and her mind broken at the point where she could have done with the most mental clarity. All that remained was tightness in her body, aching for something, something real, not just what was shoved inside her.

No...

_ _

She didn't want to acknowledge it, fighting against the truth even as Kate played with her body, letting the vibrations roll deep as she wrenched and yelled, though no human words would ever leave her lips again. Her bondage held her fast as Kate reached under her belly, toying with her body and rubbing each nipple in turn, playing with them on the left side and then the right.

"A male would have no need of these," she said, her voice silken with the aura of control. "But a female to be bred and filled with kittens, her stomach swelling in pregnancy time after time again... Don't you know it yet?"

Dale mrowled, hanging her head. Oh, she didn't want to, she really didn't want to, but her body ached and her anal ring clenched - not around the toy inside her. She twitched, rocking her body as much to the left as she could and then back to the right, watching in horror as the body on the screen moved too, how the tail there was shoved up and out of the way in just the same was a hers was.

There was no denying it. And, still, she reeled from the aching horror of it.

"Mmm, come on... Oh, how I wish I could hear you say it, how I wish I could hear you cry with the realisation. Your mewls will have to do, hm, cat?"

Kate laughed aloud as she took the feline's tail, tickling her nipples to it, which had been further exposed by the rock and shift of Dale's body. The lioness yowled as her nipples firmed up, her body sensitive, too sensitive, yet it was the lighter touch that did more for her than a harder press and pinch of Kate's fingers.

She would have moaned, but she ground her teeth together, knowing that her son was there, that Ben was only just a little way behind her. She could not give in so easily - no! He had to have his eyes on her, just like her eyes were on her own cunt on the screen, panting and heaving, though she could not even clamp her tail down for some semblance of modesty and retaining what little dignity she had left! Her mind should have been on escape and yet all Dale could do was grunt lewdly and deeply as Kate ran her fingers along the lioness' tail repeatedly.

"Such an erogenous zone... It's better if you just give in to it."

Kate raked her nails through the lioness' short fur covering her tail, focusing on the base where the most sensitive nerve-endings were. She had not been doing what she had been for as long as she had without picking up a trick or too, watching just how the lioness' pussy dripped even more crudely, practically radiating heat.

Kate smirked. Oh, it was good when a tail ended up so sensitive after transformation, so much so that she could not help but focus all her attention on it, as if nothing else existed, losing herself too in the moment. A little indulgence could not hurt, after all, not as she stroked the mountain lion's tail like a shaft, a laugh on her lips, light-hearted despite the abuse she was dishing out.

Ben grunted, shaking his head and trembling in place, need rising within him. His body felt strange, reacting to the show before him - though he'd never looked at anything other than a human before with that sort of feeling! Still, his eyes followed the line of Dale's tail as Kate used it like a toy to tickle her lewd, dripping sex, pulling the toy out so that a full dose of her father's aroma flooded the air.

Against herself, she sucked in a breath through her nostrils, flooded with it, eyes hooded. Kate had her eyes on him, watching his reactions, but he could not hold back, could not resist reacting, not even as Kate spread Dale's slit apart with her fingers, making it gape even more, the clit tucked within, well-protected. Not that it would do the mountain lioness any good in the end, Ben thought despairingly, not if he couldn't do something to get them out of the hell that they had been dropped into.

"Get used to your new body," Kate hissed through her teeth. "It's the one you're stuck with now."

Dale whined, barely with herself in her own mind, even though her mind was perfectly intact still, only crawling with lust. Every move she made ground her nipples down against the breeding stand and she couldn't help but hump against it and back as Kate pushed a finger inside.

"Mmrrrooowwwllll!"

Heat lanced through her as Kate fingered her clit, pleasure exploding - though she did not allow her to finish. Left frustrated, the lioness heaved and panted, tail sagging, as Kate took her tail in hand. At first, she thought the sound was the vibrating thing starting up again, but it turned out to be a clipper, like one would use on dogs.

Dale trembled as Kate saved her tail - a few inches, perfectly smooth and pink. She didn't want to ask what that was for, for it all became obvious when the bare tip was brushed against her pussy. It was sensitive, too sensitive, her tail with the perfect amount of fleshy give to it as it was used to penetrate her. But only a touch - then it was pulled back, used to tickle her clit, rubbing back and forth against it while Kate held the lips of her pussy apart, lewdly so. The recording playing back instantly to the screen before her helped her stay in touch with what was happening to her, even though she would much rather have drifted away to somewhere else. The clawing need to climax wrenching at the pit of her stomach, however, wouldn't have allowed her to go there.

Her body needed everything that Kate was doing to her too much.

Again and again, she was brought to the edge, claws trying to dig into the floor and her heart pounding, lungs dragging in every scrap of oxygen that they could...and then nothing. The frustration was worse than anything else, her tail as sensitive as her pussy, mind bouncing back and forth to where she should have been focusing. Dale even forgot about her son behind her, watching her every move, practically begging Kate in a broken kind of feline language to please let her cum, to let her get off, to show her mercy in any way.

It was just as well that Kate could not understand the language of a mountain lion. But Kate did understand the language of desperation when it had been played out before her so many times.

"Wait, pussy..."

Kate licked her lips, the mountain lion's tail slick with her arousal. She did not pay Ben much attention in that moment, knowing that he would be there and ready for when he was needed, that he could be given an injection too if he needed any encouragement at all. But they probably would not be needed, not if she played her cards right, taking her time in bringing the mountain lioness to the edge once more, perhaps for the fifth time.

Her cries were beautiful, filling the room. Kate smirked. She did like one that broke easily as much as she liked one that was hard to break. A squirming mess of a trapped, humiliated transformed feline was what she would end up with either way.

Without letting the shuddering, panting Dale get off that time either, even as her pussy drooled slickly, the bondage bench and insides of her hind legs sticky and matted with her juices, Kate laughed and prodded her with her tail. Getting it nice and wet, she presented it to the broken cat's lips, rubbing it over her muzzle even as Dale shuddered. The lioness, however, seemed to not know whether to pull away or press into it, confused by the scents, the overpowering need of her body.

"Suck it clean. Or else I'll leave you edged all night with the toy stuffed in you. But maybe you'd like that..."

Dale moaned, parting her lips. No, no, no, she didn't want to that, no, she'd do anything to avoid it. Maybe Kate would be kind to her and let her go if she was pleasing enough? She could only hope, focusing on her tail as if it was something else, not thinking too much about what she was licking and sucking, her tail running over the bare, sopping tip of her tail again and again. Her juices had even soaked into the fur and she was forced to clean that too as her tail was stuffed into her own much, gulping and gagging, straining to take as much as Kate wanted her to.

Kate worked her tail back and forth, working it deep. Dale whimpered, eyes downcast, not watching as humiliation swamped her, though not even that could dampen the raw, unbridled heat of arousal. It raked its claws down her back and spine as if the arousal itself was the embodiment of a wild cat, her mind twisted, broken, not knowing where to go, what to do. She could only be controlled, confused as her human mind fought back, pushing weakly against the arousal and finding, yet again, that there was nothing to be done there.

Maybe if she was good, Kate would slip up, she thought dimly, though it was a very small, weak thought in the back of her mind, pressed up against a sheer wall of arousal. It was not something that a human mind was designed to be able to resist.

As his father sucked on her own tail, Ben watched, heaving, panting, not thinking. He was so focused on what was before him that he had to, in the end, close his eyes, trying to take his mind away to somewhere else. But he hadn't seen any doors in the room! Where was the exit? There had to be an exit, had to be something he could do. He couldn't look if his eyes were closed, but Kate took care of that "problem" for him, sliding the needle into the scruff of his neck without the male lion even noticing. In the end, that would be easier for him. The male, after all, was big and strong, while the female had transformed a little lighter and more agile. She, however, would look simply beautiful when she was pinned under Ben's muscular, strong body, right where she belonged.

Ben didn't know that he had been injected, but he certainly felt the effects of it. His claws pushed out, pricking insistently against the floor, raking back and forth as he kneaded his forepaws, trying to come to terms with his body, the aching need within it. His sheath plumped up more and more, even though he had managed to restrain that part of him, if only a little, so that it had softened again.

No, no, no...

_ _

No! He couldn't get turned on from watching his father! But the serum was potent and, in Kate's experience, it had not failed yet, not even as Ben wrenched himself back, pulling at the heavy, thick collar until pain lanced through his neck. Yet the serum had another effect on him too, even if Ben was not aware of it.

Amplifying his instincts. For there was a fertile, breeding female right there before him and he growled, straining forward without even knowing what he was doing. His body twisted back and forth, though Ben was horrified to find that his body was no longer trying to strain away - but towards his father!

That was wrong, so very wrong, though it was as if the connection between his mind and his body had been severed, leaving him a bystander to his instinct, tail lashing the air, though the accursed chain and collar still kept him in place.

"Try to fight it, cat," Kate mocked him. "You can try... It's more fun for me if you resist. Your father has already fallen so sweetly, but, really, who wouldn't after being edged so many times? A female like this just needs your thick cock now, pounding her, breeding her. How'd you like to have litter after litter of little lion kittens with your dear old dad?"

Kate laughed, but Ben did not hear her, growling, though his eyes were not fixed on her. How could he focus on her when such need ramped through him, pulsing and driving? He snarled, his dark lips pulling back from his teeth, cock out and hard, throbbing with desire. Even that part of his body felt different, however, even as he was forced to give into more bestial, feral needs. His cock had never felt so big before, though he had never truly had a sense of his own size, not being something that was all that important to him. The shape of it was different, coming to a point, though it was strange to have his shaft be more separate from his nuts, though the space between them was not as much as it felt to him.

Everything was just different, his mind grabbing at tiny details to try to make sense of the whole thing, lowering his head, ducking and growling, straining towards her body. He didn't know that part of the serum had infused Dale with heat, making her pheromones change so that she was absolutely irresistible to him. No male would have been able to resist such a thing unless it was the mountain lion herself telling him that she was not ready to mate. Then and only then would a male be able to control himself, even though, then, it would be more than partly because of the lioness.

But she wanted him too, that much was clear to see. She rocked her hips back to him and yowled out so plaintively that the increasingly depraved, sordid part of his mind did not understand at all why he wasn't mounting and fucking her right there and then. He needed her and she needed him and his cock should have been powering into her, even though his mind snarled and snapped and told him that he was a man not a lion.

The body did not know that, however, not as a string of lewd pre-cum drooled to the ground from the tip of his cock. He couldn't even hunker down to hide his need, for his need was that great, Kate smirking, simply allowing everything to play out. It was not as if, after all, she had to control and micro-manage every last little detail, not when part of her fun was all in enjoying the show, thrust by thrust.

"Go on..." Kate crooned. "There's enough slack in the rope. Here."

Kate adjusted the angle of the breeding stand so that the lioness' backside was tipped down towards him, suddenly within his reach. The lion growled and shook his head, but Ben's eyes did not once leave her dripping pussy, the tickle of that tail and the glistening sheen of his father's juices luring him on, making him want to be closer and closer to her, lusting so much more, so much more lustfully than ever.

He would resist, yes, he told himself, even as he inched closer and closer to his father's wet cunt. He would hold back, yes, he would, he had to, he had no other choice in the matter. And yet Ben's fate was sealed even then, Kate knowing how everything would play out, every throb of his aching member forcing him a little closer to Dale's pussy, closer and closer.

Until he was so close to her ripe, spread, fertile body that he couldn't resist any longer. Without even thinking about it, the lion's tongue flicked out of his mouth to lap her pussy.

No!

_ _

It was the beginning of the end for him as Kate stepped back, giving the lions space while she recorded everything, showing Dale just how voraciously her son was eating out her pussy.

"Look how much he needs you... He's going to be mounting you soon. But maybe he'll be good enough to get you off first? I don't know... Animal instinct is such a tricky thing."

But it wasn't all down to pure animal instinct, not with his mind still in there, locked behind sexual desire, the overpowering, sweltering need to breed that made Ben feel as if he was about to burst out of his fur coat. Still, he growled and pressed in closer even as his mind screamed, beating against the walls of arousal and a body that had already very much decided everything that it wanted and more.

No, no, no - I can't do this!

_ _

It was his father! But the lioness yowled so sweetly and rocked back against him that the creature did not seem like his father at all, no longer able to communicate between them in a language that they both understood. Maybe, in time, they would learn to talk as mountain lions, but that was not for the moment, not as he practically slavered and slobbered over her pussy. Oh, but her taste was so good, practically infatuating, intoxicating. He couldn't get enough of it, eating her out purely for his own pleasure and not even sparing a moment to concern himself with hers, tongue dipping inside her hot, tight passage repeatedly and raking back.

It had to be rough for her and the man inside the lion sobbed, but there was no going back, not as he pressed on too eagerly, wanting to close the distance between them even more. He scraped at the ground, straining brutally at the collar, though Kate was there, her hand on it, overpowering, imperious, the controlling force of his life and days to come.

"Oh, it looks like your son doesn't want to please you," she said, though she wasn't disappointed in Ben at all, not as the serum grew increasingly potent in his bloodstream. "Such a shame... But he can breed you instead."

There was a shock and immobilisation feature built into the collar so Kate was not worried at all about letting the big cat loose in the room with her: it had yet to fail. For it was a beautiful sight for her to step back with the camera to record, in high definition detail, how he mounted her, scrambling up onto her back, awkward in his haste. The feline was not positioned at the right height for him with the breeding stand, but that only forced the male to adjust himself, thrusting and jabbing roughly and rudely with his cock, striving to find her entrance.

The roar the erupted from him heralded the first awkward thrust into her pussy, the man's mind coming back to the forefront just a little, though he could not reel in horror with so much pleasure swamping him. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was already inside her and his body screamed with delight, firing off pleasurable nerve-endings in all directions, skin prickling, his guts lurching, instinct begging him to fuck her and fuck her hard. Instinct thought that there was a limited time for sex, after all, while Kate would have them there for as long as, ultimately, she pleased.

He slowed down a little as his father looked back helplessly at him, sharing a connection. Ben wished he could tell her how sorry he was, how he wished that he could help her, help them both, but there was nothing he could do. All he could do, in that moment, was hold back a little, thrusting more slowly, not the bone-shaking, rampant strokes that his body told him to give.

"Ohhhhh, what a nice shot!"

Ben growled. What - no! He wasn't trying to put on a show for her and yet that was what the cruel, cruel woman had taken it to be, thinking that Ben was so broken-down that he was going along with her twisted schemes! But each slow thrust of his cock into his father's pussy could be seen on the TV screen by him too, caught in the moment as if he was trying to drag everything out.

Yet the slower he tried to go, all so he could, perhaps, pull out and stop everything, only drew it out even more, making it look very much as if he was trying to appease her and put on a slow. The barbs of his cock raked back through his father's cunt with every drag back of his dick and the lioness under him yowled, fighting to claw at the ground to no avail.

There was nowhere for her to go as she stared desperately at the screen. It was something to fixate on, even as her body brimmed over with sensation. He wasn't going fast enough for her to climax, evidently, though the pain of the barbs was something else! Far from making her feel as if she was further than orgasm again, tiny and insignificant and humiliated beyond belief, they stimulated her roughly, crudely, forcing her closer and closer to the edge. However, not even those raking, penetrating barbs were enough for her, not with Ben's slow thrusts.

She growled. What was he doing? Yes, her body wanted him - but they were related! She was his father! But how could she be his father when they were both mountain lions? It was wrong, so very wrong, her mind and her body in constant battle with each other, heaving and panting and grunting, raw need coursing through with every one of his thrusts. As much as she tried to hump back against him, the breeding stand kept her in place, the TV screen showing the good, slow, up close shots of her no longer virgin pussy stretching to envelop him. The lion shuddered bodily.

"Now, the barbs are very important, as you can feel," Kate said with a smirk. "They let the body know that it is time to ovulate, stimulating the female as well as inducing said ovulation. Isn't biology an interesting thing? I'm sure you didn't know that before. So, big cats don't have to wait for a certain point in their cycle to mate, as long as the female is receptive, which is usually during the breeding season when she comes into heat. That gives them the best chance of birthing kittens when the weather and prey are both best."

Dale groaned. Oh, who cared about that? Her tail flicked back and forth along the portion of the length that was not pressed into place, right at the base. She needed it, hated it, craved it, ached to be free. Every emotion contradicted the one that preceded it, but that did not make things any easier for her, not for the feline, huffing and grunting and panting as something _pulled_inside her.

She didn't know how to describe it, but Kate laughed and scratched her head, telling her that the sharp pinch was her ovulating.

"Yes, I know that. There are those that have gone before you and they've all felt the same. The barbs stimulate you to ovulate and voila! You make that pretty face and, well, I know there's going to be a little of kittens shortly."

Dale moaned and shook her head, but her eyes were fixed on the screen, watching her son's cock plough into her. Yet Ben could not hold back, grinding in over and over again, his breath coming in increasingly harsh, panting huffs, dragging it in through an open mouth.

No matter how hard the poor mountain lion tried, knowing that it was his father that he was fucking with lewd, wet sounds of their bodies coming together, he couldn't stop his thrusts from speeding up. Torn between his real mind and the one that his new body and instincts had bestowed upon him, he thrust harder and faster, grinding deep with a low growl. His father shuddered against him and, even though Ben closed his eyes, he had to keep going, had to keep fucking and filling her, had to bring himself to completion.

He knew, in a way, that that would seal his fate, cumming in his father's pussy, but there was nothing he could do, driven by instinct. His mind could not even draw back from the scene at hand, in the front seat, so to speak, not as he practically drooled with bestial lust, cramming every inch of his achingly hard shaft into her cunt again and again. There was nothing else for him, settling into a hard, punishing rhythm, using the full length of his cock with every thrust. And from the way that she cried out with every grind of his hips, pushing harshly into her, she wanted it too.

That was what the mountain lion's mind told him at least, that he was doing the right thing. It was only instinctual, after all, and it just felt so damn good to ram into her, to penetrate her so deeply and to savour the delicious rake of his barbs pulling back through her cunt. Surely it had to hurt her, but Ben found it difficult to honestly care, warring with himself over his lack of emotion as heated sensation flooded him.

Yet orgasm was not quick to come. He huffed and panted heavily, flanks shuddered as he sweated from his glands, particularly the pads of his paws, but he couldn't get there quickly. Oh, would the humiliation never end? Under him, the lioness still hadn't climaxed yet and he wondered, in a weird sort of way, if that meant that he wasn't doing a good job, the "pap-pap-pap" of his hips hitting her rump filling the room, bouncing off the bare walls with a strange sort of echo.

"Keep going..." Kate murmured, holding the camera in close for another close-up shot, getting the best view on camera that she could. "Oh, this is going to be the best recording yet!"

Dale didn't agree with that, not even able to take comfort from the weight on her back the closeness with her son. It was not right, not right at all, but her body responded, quivering, bracing, wanting his cum.

"You know... Once you are pregnant..." Kate mused, as if the thought had only just occurred to her. "Well... That will make your transformation and, ah, modifications to your body permanent. After that, there'll be no going back. But you'll have so many kittens to look after for the sanctuary, they can even go off to live in other zoos and collections. So, I'm sure you won't miss your old life at all!"

Ben grunted, shuddering. He should have been able to stop and to pull out at that, knowing that him creaming inside his father would spell the end for her. And what of him? Did him cumming mean that he wouldn't be able to change back either? He didn't know, wasn't sure that he could even stop. His mind screamed and yet that was nothing in comparison to the roar of his body as he pounded her for all he was worth, as if breeding and fucking were the only possible reasons that he was alive any longer.

The mountain lion knew that it could not be halted, Kate laughing, leering, sneering at them, and yet he howled as he grew closer to orgasm. It was his father shuddering under him, ultimately, that shoved him over the edge, a special twitch and pull that her cunt gave around him, though Ben no more suspected that she was in control of her body than he was his thrusts. They were just animals in that moment, controlled by the woman who held their chain leashes, smirking down at them as if the moment had already been pre-determined and locked down for both of them right from the very beginning.

Maybe it had been ill-fortunate that Kate had chosen them...but there was nothing to be done about it.

Dale shuddered and tried to twist, pleasure rushing through her like she had never felt it before. It was different from any orgasm she had ever had before as her son slammed ruthlessly and brutally into her, making her swoon. The part of her lust-addled body, barely able to think straight, that wanted him, that was, for her rational mind knew that it was wrong, that it was incest still, despite their transformation. There was a sexual attraction there only because of whatever it was that Kate had injected her with, she had enough presence of mind to know. The difference was, as orgasm slammed into her, that she didn't care one bit about that.

All she could do was try to hold herself still and steady as her whole body trembled with ecstasy, her pussy suddenly tighter and even wetter than it had been before. It all seemed impossible, crashing over her with such ferocity that her flanks shuddered, having taken her breath away.

Ben groaned, trying to roar but finding that the sound stuck in his throat. But it did not matter, nothing else but his orgasm mattered, his body tightening, muscles contracting, even his tail stiff at that very peak as his balls forced his seed up through his cock into her body. Never before had there been an orgasm as powerful nor as all-encompassing as his, shuddering in place, grunting and groaning, throb after throb of need powering through him. There was no room in his head for any other thoughts, none at all, heaving and growling, his head lowering down close to his father's.

On the screen in front of them, Ben, despairingly and pleasurably, watched his own cream leaking out of the tight squeeze around his cock, the lioness' pussy lewdly stretched around him. If he did not know better, he would have thought that her pussy would never again tighten up after such a large member had been inside her, but he did know better. Still, the lioness was a bit smaller than him, or maybe it was that his cock was just bigger than what he was used to... There was little way for him to tell there, but he didn't quite have to either.

Under Kate's control, there was not much that Ben needed to know, his head hanging, despair clouding his mind. There, he was trapped. There, his father was trapped. Everything had happened too quickly to escape, his cock buried in her snatch, stretching her cunt wide.

And what of their lives from that point on?

The consequences of his actions slapped him in the face with the cooling glisten of their combined sexual fluids leaking from her snatch as he hastily pulled out, his body finally allowing that. Staring at her in horror, the lioness' pussy dripped and drooled thick rivulets of his seed, though there was no hope in either that enough would ooze out that she would not fall pregnant. They were not that lucky.

No... No!

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Dale shuddered, the video on the screen rewinding, all so that Kate could replay it and taunt them with their breeding lust all over again. It didn't even feel real - not anymore! And it was a long recording of them, sometimes the camera panning back to catch the expressions on the mountain lions' faces, sometimes coming in close for those succulent, wet close-up shots. Kate had not held back at all when it came to the recording she had taken, getting in up close and personal to even capture the lewd wetness of Ben's cock sinking into Dale again and again.

It was the repetition that got to Ben the most, horrified, cowering, even though his body still ached for it. He didn't know what part of him was in control right then and there, but his eyes just kept slipping between the screen and the lioness' hopelessly dripping cunt, knowing that everything he had done could not be taken back. His cock was still out, even if it was a bit softer than before, the animal in him licking its lips, growling, wanting to thrust and to grind, to cum again.

Yet he couldn't... Even as his father glanced back at him, her eyes half-lidded, sliding her gaze down and away a moment later, he knew that it was going to happen. He was not strong enough, as much as Ben might have wanted to say and to claim that he was, animal instinct powering through, heated, raging, snarling in the pit of his belly and curling up through his entire being.

"Look at how well you bred her," Kate taunted. "You'll do that again. After one breeding, it'll be easier for you. You just have to learn to give in a little more easily. If you don't think, you'll be much happier about it."

Ben growled. No... No, he didn't want to. Why wouldn't Kate listen to him? But it was not as if he was saying any of his thoughts aloud, not in a language that Kate could understand anyway.

It was not the end, as they suspected. It didn't take long for Dale to give in, rocking and grinding her hips again, trying to hump down against the breeding stand as if it was the only thing left in the world that could possibly give her any pleasure at all. She was too caught up in the moment to think of anything else, moaning and whining, making all manner of sounds that Ben did not even think that big cats were capable of making. But he could not have said that he'd honestly thought all that much about that kind of thing before.

Every round grew more rambunctious, Ben giving in to animal instinct with a feral roar, his body enjoying the breeding while his mind howled and fought back viciously. It was an inner battle and yet one that could not be overcome, not as he snarled and growled and begged his father in every feline word he threw out to forgive him for all he had done.

Soon, however, Dale no longer needed to be bound to the stand, lowering her torso and raising her hips so that Ben could power into her more easily, finding their own positions, almost making a mimicry of human sex positions. Big cats would normally hunch down and around a lying partner, but they didn't know that. They followed instinct and lust, torn between knowing who they were and something far more carnal than even that, though the two mountain lions still tried to resist each and every time.

Dale rolled onto her side, eyeing up her son, shaking her head, one time. No, she tried to say. Please, not again. Please, not this humiliation. Yet even she knew that she would be flat on her belly soon enough, her tail shoved off to the side for her sexual partner.

With a growl, as soon as she presented herself appropriately for him, Ben lunged for her, though he was not attacking her but ravishing her, giving in to animalistic need even as his human mind howled. He didn't want to do it, but the torturous dance of resisting and then seeing his father laid out so beautifully there before him, well... It just was not to be resisted.

Only after he had spent himself inside her hot, tight pussy did he back off with his head lowered, whimpering his regret and hunching up on the ground. The intense mating sessions were long and drawn-out, but Ben had no sense of time during each one, burning with regret and twisting into himself as if that could save him from the horror of his actions.

They only got to sleep when Ben was exhausted, breeding need otherwise taking precedence over all else. The lioness braced her hind legs, some part of her accepting her place and her role, panting heavily, her tail lashing back and forth as if, in some way, she was trying to entice him onto her. She'd only just woken but she knew that Ben would want to take her again, putting herself in a good position to be fucked, making it as easy for herself as possible. Even at a time like that, there was only so much she could do.

With her hindquarters drenched in sweat and cum and even her own sexual arousal too, the lioness was a shadow of her former self. Moaning, she took every thrust that her son gave her, relaxing into his rampant strokes. Part of her said that it was all because she knew there was no way for her to escape, but there was a physical component to it all too, the pleasure, the orgasms that her body craved, that pulsing wave of ecstasy.

She had to have it, horny and panting for it, her sex lewdly gaping and stretched around his cock. He fucked her ruthlessly, slamming in, thrust after thrust, until he spent himself inside her yet again, adding to the pool of cum and sexual fluids beneath their joined bodies, the leaking testimony to their furious lust.

He snarled, biting into the nape of her neck, the taste of old blood on his lips and tongue, leaning far over her as he clung to her, as if Ben didn't want his father to get away from him amid mating bliss. No, the pleasure was too much, swamping him, pulling him deeper, dragging him under, though he didn't know what else he was to do, only further adding to the saliva matting and sticking her fur together at the back of her neck.

The screen, as they fucked and bred and ate, when Kate allowed it, and finally slept... The screen, yes, that was the worst. Whenever Kate was around, whenever she was awake, she recorded them "going at it", as Kate so delightfully and eloquently put it. Every thrust had been captured in exquisite definition, showing him plunging into the ruined lioness' pussy, their depraved behaviour locked down forevermore. Once something was digital like that, after all, there was no way to turn it off and forget that it had ever happened. Of course, the screen covered a montage of Kate's favourite moments, from the time that Ben had poured so much cum into her that her pussy had been a sloppy mess with thick globs of cum being pushed out with every thrust to the time when he had not even pulled out before thrusting again, teeth sinking passionately into her neck.

In a lucid moment, though Ben had no idea what day it was, he cowered, the screen still going, moans and yowls filling the room from mating sessions past. He covered his face with his paws even as Kate stood nearby, capturing his distress and humiliation, his father already humping back at the air, her tail flicked out of the way to put her hungry slit on full display. He didn't even know how much of his father was left in there, considering how she acted those days. Even if her mind was still intact, Dale knew what her psyche needed, only so that she could keep going, only so that she could survive.

Kate laughed.

"Oh, you can try not to fuck her, but she'll win in the end, your animal instinct will win," she said, her voice as cold and as smooth as silk as it flowed over him. "She'll always win and get what you want. But I'm here today to let you know the wonderful news. Dale - you're pregnant! Isn't that wonderful?"

Dale moaned, pressing her head down against the ground as Ben gasped. Yet his gasp was his undoing as he inhaled too sharply, taking a sudden, deep whiff of her irresistible scent.

She was pregnant...and that was horrifying... But that didn't change the fact of the matter that he had to have her, had to fuck her, had to plunge his aching cock inside her. Kate had the camera ready, as she always did, as he lunged at the lioness with a feral snarl, only to surprise all of them by flipping her forcibly onto her back.

Dale let out a muffled grunt as she landed on her back, but any discomfort from her son's actions were swiftly pressed away by the shove of his head down against her pussy, lapping as if he was a cat drinking water from a bowl. She shuddered and yowled, giving into the pleasure, even though her pussy was already well-filled with Ben's cream, as it always was. There was never a time that she was not dripping and drooling after a recent sex session, but he didn't seem to care, slurping up her natural fluids and what he had already lustfully deposited inside her.

More... Ben's mind hazed over with lust, losing his sense of self, as if his animal mind really was winning in that moment. He stepped over his father without even realising just who she really was so that they were in a sixty-nine position, head to tail, and shoved his cock deep down her throat, into her open maw. That was a trick that Kate had showed him, though he no longer had any thought in his lust-hazed mind of his father and how rough he was with her.

Dale hacked and gagged around her son's cock as she was forced to blow him, weakly trying to use her tongue on his dick so that she could, at least in some small way, speed up the process. No... Her mind needed his cock in her pussy, plugging her full, but she couldn't have that, not yet, unless she satisfied him in that way yet. Pleasure swamped her, drowning her, though she didn't need to come up for air, not as her body shuddered and ached with devious ripples of delight.

Those tremors of passion were what she had come to live for, her world narrowing to pleasure, to sucking on his cock, even managing to fold her lips over and around her teeth enough to protect his sensitive skin from any harm that her sharp fangs could do to him. She didn't want to hurt her partner, no, her mind enraptured by giving him as much pleasure as possible, squirming with the raw, feral need to receive it herself too.

It was rough, it was powerful, it coursed through her like a drug that had been injected straight into her system, though Dale could not remember any needles slipping under the skin of the scruff of her neck for some time. It was her, all her, mad with horniness, trembling with need, gulping and gagging around her son's cock like it was the only thing, then and forever, giving her life. The need of the moment trembled deliciously through her and Dale might have wondered at how far she'd fallen if she'd been at all with her rational mind and senses. In the nature of survival and doing what she had to do, however, all that had been set aside.

She struggled a little against him, moaning. A tiny part of her mind, a part that was easily crushed under her paw, fought back, telling her that it wasn't right, that it was unwanted. Yet, even then, how could any of it possibly be unwanted when it all felt so good.

The lioness screamed around him in climax, trying to hump and grind up against Ben's mouth, even as her moans turned to gurgles as cum splattered into her mouth, filling it up. Seed drooled out from the corners of her lips but she didn't even try to stop it, her eyes closed, accepting her fate.

Whether she had accepted that she was there for good was another question, but anticipating the growing swell of her pregnant belly took her full attention...