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Light filtered through the leaves, painting the grass underneath with a mix of shadow and translucent green and yellow. The forest, always quiet yet always bustling with life, was only now starting to wake up. The birds sang atop the branches, the air filled with their voices, their sweet melodies barely one of many signs that a new day was to begin. The trees didn't care for the sunrise, but the small critters that burrowed their way into their bark or beneath their roots suddenly sprouted out. As if brought about by an unspoken vow between them and the birds. And the forest was once again full of life.

But there was one creature that refused to wake up just yet. An outside element that had invaded, trespassed the boundaries of nature. The world remained quiet around it, the woods choosing to keep their distance rather than push it away. Thus, almost as if the trees had elected as much long before even pushing out of the ground, this creature lied in a small clearing, interacting with nothing but the trunk against its back, upon which it slept.

The sun, however, had a different opinion. You see it all the time in stories, the first rays of sunlight would always fall on the sleeping protagonist's face, stirring them from their slumber. Perhaps the sun itself did it on purpose, as it did just now, to throw them out of the world of nature, to make them keep their own plots unfolding. Whatever it was, when the light fell upon his face, Leonidas Lionheart started waking up with much less grace than any fairy tale maiden before him.

As imposing as always, the lion stretched out with a yawn, his muscles popping as they were washed over by the morning heat. His feline instincts immediately took over, and any thought that may have crossed his mind vanished as he fell back on the tree, soaking in the sunlight. Hands landed on his bare torso, and he absentmindedly rubbed his body. The plump pectorals rose slightly with his breathing, and the perfectly defined abs proved a delectable distraction when he started trailing the lines. It wasn't the first time he found himself admiring his own expertly built body, nor would it be the last. Hands slowly trailing, sinking into his short golden fur, until his soft pads reached the skin underneath. Inch by inch, his fingers kept roaming down, looking for the throbbing member that every morning fiercely demanded his attention.

But he stopped in his tracks when, instead of the familiar length, his fingers brushed past a different kind of sensitive spot. One that sent electric delights through his body as soon as he touched it, causing the sudden pleasure to jolt him awake.

He remembered. The events of the previous day suddenly flashed through his mind, answering the many questions he started formulating in his own head. Why he was in a forest instead of a bed back in town, why he didn't feel the weight of his manhood against his leg, and even why his upper armor lied next to him on the ground- It all made sense as his fingers kept trailing the soft folds, causing him to tremble in delight. Yet he didn't dare look down.

"Bastard," he whispered, his usually deep voice now close to a needy whimper as his claws gently pinched the open folds. One of his knuckles brushed against a metallic surface and one more memory popped in his head, washed over by the crushing shame that followed. Only then did he dare look down.

Between his legs, instead of the proud girth he had seen his entire life, the massive weapon he had used to please countless women, his eyes landed on a wet, tight, bright pink pair of lips, curved outward into the familiar shape of a vagina. His fingers, which had touched many before today, were expertly doing the same to his own, rubbing the lips while his thumb gently pressed the clit. He trembled at his own touch, heat spreading through his back as he bit his lower lip to keep a moan from coming out. The same position he had seen many of his conquests take, he was now doing on his own.

Through the haze of arousal, he managed to see further down, until he witnessed an image that he never thought about, not even in his wildest dreams. Buried deep in the ground was the blade of his sword, the Lionheart, the sacred weapon he shared his name with. Their connection was supposed to be a deeply spiritual one, yet here it was, with its pommel jutting out and sucked around by the hungry pussy, and its shining silver body dripping with the lion's juices. To think he had disgraced his most reliable partner this much...

"Fucking bastard," he repeated, and through his mind flashed the image of the wicked wizard that cursed him into this form. But it only lasted a second before the heat spreading through his body replaced it. The faces of his conquests suddenly flooded his brain, distorted with pleasure as his manhood filled them up hard and fast. Until it was his own masculine body that he saw being plowed, his pussy spread open as he begged and moaned for more.

The real folds flared to life again, his inner walls clenching around the sword's handle. He was suddenly unable to hold back any longer, and his voice rang out in a sharp whimper. His fingers' pace quickened, the soft flesh easily giving in to his touch. They rubbed hard until he trembled, and right away shot for his clit, pinching it, brushing against it, making the moans turn into delighted roars. His hands were moving on their own, the motions ingrained in his cells from years of sex, and the sensation ended up attracting his eyes. Whatever complain he could come up with, he couldn't deny the sheer perfection of his pussy, the hunger it gave him, the desire that coursed through his body as he looked at it.

The need to fill it up was no longer simple arousal; it burned through his whole body, demanding him to go deeper, thicker. The bright color and the sticky juices flowing out were such a sight, he ended up reaching for one of his pecs and squeezing hard. His entire body craved for cock, and the more he stared at his delicious lips, the less his reason could deny his arousal. He humped against the weapon's handle, feeling the metal crush against his muscles deep inside, but it was no longer enough. He needed something bigger, thicker, longer...

In the end, he pulled off the ground, the sword sliding off with a slick sound as it came out into the open, coated in his juices. Strands of it linked them together and fell on the ground before Leonidas kneeled back down, leaning forward until his rump was up and his face was pressed against the soil. In such a vulnerable position, he reached down for his pussy, his ever-hungry crotch, and three fingers pressed against the opening. The resistance was impressive, far greater than anything he had ever felt, and he winced from the sudden surge of pain. But along with it came the pure bliss that pushed him to try harder, until he reached at least as far as his knuckles would go. He practically mewled at the sensation of his pussy being spread open like that, and he started pushing back inside, spreading them further until the tips of his thick fingers touched the soft muscles inside.

And yet, he still wanted more. His loins were set on fire from the sensation, begging him to push deeper, to spread farther, until his knees trembled from it all. No matter how far his fingers went, he still wanted more. He wanted another man with him, his member slipping inside and pushing as much as he could go and more; he could take any guy balls deep, and he needed it. His entire body told him to. So loudly, he ended up humping back against his fingers, as if the hung monster of his dreams was there, plowing him, destroying his pussy until he begged to be bred.

In the end, his own touch proved more than enough for his juices to burst out. An orgasm more powerful than anything he had ever felt before in his life washed over his body, his snout pressed against the cold ground to muffle the roar that rumbled from the depths of his chest. He felt his pussy exploding, fluids jumping out, soaking his hand and coating the ground beneath him, his sword included, no doubt. And he loved every second of it; so much, he pulled his fingers out and started rubbing his clit again, just to try and extend the sensation for as long as it would go. He couldn't deny himself the pleasure that jolted through his whole body; he wanted more. He wanted it to last forever!

His knees ended up growing weak. His body's weight proved too much for him to hold after such a powerful orgasm left his mind numb; in the end, he fell completely on the ground, threatening to fall asleep much like the previous day. He consciously knew as much, yet he couldn't really find the strength to stand up anymore. His eyelids, once again, started feeling heavy. His thoughts drifted towards his memories, and the sensations his new genitals brought about.

"Damn you... Mad Circus..." he whispered the name of the wizard. His eyes closed only once after that, as a new emotion started boiling up from the pit of his stomach. Slowly, that one feeling traveled across his body, heating up every fiber of his being. The intense bliss he was currently lying on gave way to something stronger.

Anger. The kind of blind, seething rage that jolted his entire body awake once again, eyes flaring with a powerful thirst for revenge. His claws dug into the soil as his hands balled up into fists, and the once weak knees hardened as his legs grew tense. Slowly, the monstrous lion man stood back up, and without warning, a powerful roar burst out of his throat, rumbling through the forest and forcing all the creatures ignoring him out of their hiding spots, running as far away from him as they could. The powerful voice became the only sound around him, taking over the rustling leaves and singing birds. But just as suddenly as it had started, it came to an end, and the beastly man fell back on the tree, barely holding himself up.

"Fuck..." he whispered again, and his eyes landed on his legs again, admiring the still dripping pussy. "No matter how much I scream, you'll still be here, huh? Fucking wizards and their fucking magic," he wasn't one to curse so much, but what else could he do.

With nothing but the sun to keep him company, the momentary anger started fading away. Once again, he was free to bask in the sunlight, and without his command, his fingers moved again towards his pussy. Much like his lazy mornings, whenever he would stroke himself while half asleep, he touched the outer edge of his folds for no particular reason. He remembered the previous day, when an orgasm as powerful as this one had shoved him into a deep slumber, only for the event to repeat itself anew today. And who knew when it could happen again.

A spell. He had no doubt that it was all due to another spell put on him. As if it wasn't enough to take his pride with him, Mad Circus had also increased his libido to the point he could no longer function. And even as he reduced himself to begging for it, the wicked man had the gall to tell him to take enough dicks to break it. Something that he was certainly not against, as his fantasies had already proven.

A sigh escaped his lips. Out of habit, he raised his hand until it was close enough for him to suck his fingers clean. Never before did he have the need or the interest in tasting his own orgasm, but the scent of his own pussy was too powerful for him to resist. And just as he both, hoped and feared, it was deliciously sweet. It was hard to berate the wizard when he now had access to something this good at any given time.

"You can't think like that, Leo," he said out loud. Hearing the words would help him realize how foolish his line of thought was. He had to recover his real body. And the first thing he did was put his codpiece back on, quickly covering his shameful, dripping pussy. Another sigh escaped him as he thought about the words that had just now crossed his mind.

He crouched to take the rest of his armor, already trying to think of a solution for his situation. Perhaps one of the court mages could be able to break the spell, but he wasn't sure if going to the Queen with such an appearance was such a good-

He stopped when the rustling reached his ears. It was the first sound he heard in this forest since waking up. And he knew from experience that animals tried their best to avoid intruders. Generations of being hunted had taught them as much. At best, some large beast had wandered nearby and he would have to tussle with it for a while. At worst...

Rather than the armor, he reached for the inside of his breastplate, where he kept a white handkerchief just for this occasion. More than once had the need to bust one out caught him on the road, and he had learned from past mistakes to take care of the mess. And despite the recent changes, his ability to produce in massive quantities seemed unchanged. Was that supposed to be a silver lining? Either way, he pulled the sword off the ground with surprising ease, as if cutting through butter, and started wiping his juices off the pommel with the handkerchief; the small spell on it made the substance immediately dry off the fabric, leaving his weapon spot clean once again in no time. His eyes glued to the gleam on the blade, almost hypnotized by it...

Then something jumped out of the bushes; a dark blur aimed for his bare, defenseless back with amazing speed. A single glint would've been the only evidence for anyone seeing it happen. But in the second that it took the strange figure to close the distance between them, Leo turned around, sword in hand, and met the furious swing head-on. The weapons clanking against each other echoed through the forest, and once again the few remaining birds seemed to take off.

The mysterious figure fell back on the ground, and for the first time, the knight was able to see him. It was a slim creature, tall by average standards yet still smaller than the lion's large physique. Tight clothes hugged to a defined torso, most of it hidden behind a long cloak that also obscured his features; and even what he got to see where only a pair of blue eyes and a snout covered by a black cowl. The scaled hand and the swishing tail behind him, however, gave Leo all the information he needed.

"A reptile. In this area?" he whispered low enough for the man to not listen to him. It was odd to see his kind in such a place, but his outfit, his movements, and the very fact that he had just tried to slice the knight's head off, gave him out as a bandit. Still way outside of their usual territory, but he had a fight to think about instead. "To think a mere thief would try and come for a royal knight's head. It seems you've made quite the mistake," he said, pushing his naked chest outwards. Excellent chance to show off his strength and keep an annoyance like a fight from happening. "I have more important matters to attend to, and I woke up in a pretty good mood, so I'll let you go just this one time."

But the mysterious reptile didn't back down. Quite the opposite, the lion's words appeared to stir something in him, as his frown deepened and he lunged at the knight without a care in the world. His movements were smooth and quick, as expected of his species, and he jumped with speed that would make the average man doubt; Leonidas was no average man, though. He met the bandit again, blades clashing as he effortlessly parried every swing and every strike his opponent took at him. Fast as the reptile was, to a knight's experienced eyes his movements were sluggish and easily telegraphed.

Mere seconds had passed when the lion noticed an opening through the wild swings. In a swift motion, his arm pulled back, his muscles stretching as he shot his blade forward, aiming for his enemy's flesh. It was only by sheer luck that one of the reptile's swings clashed against the blade in the right angle for it to slash only through his robe. Immediately after, the man jumped back, putting distance between the two, while nervously eyeing the gash in his cloak.

The mantle came off and his body was exposed, proving the lion right. Nicely defined arms complemented the slender muscle of his torso. A strong chest and a flat stomach that no doubt had equally marked abs. Leo felt the heat spread from his loins again, momentarily enthralled by the body in front of him, but with all the willpower his training had given him before, he made sure to keep his new urges down.

"Not bad for the best you have," he scoffed with the most contempt his voice could muster, elegantly swaying his sword until the tip pointed at his opponent. He was the type to let his anger run wild, so riling him up was the ideal way to make him stumble. It was so easy to read, Leo almost felt bad for the guy, but a few strokes to his own ego were more than welcome at this particular juncture. "Since I feel so good, I'll give you one las-

But it was him who stumbled. Something struck his back, just as the familiar weight of his breastplate formed around his shoulders. The only thing he heard was the same sound as before, of metal hitting metal. He spun around as fast as his body allowed him, but only saw a dark blur coming at him and he instinctively raised his arms above his head. His armor had an extra spell ingrained on it, one he had paid a small fortune for, that made it teleport and equip itself whenever his body was in danger; it was the only reason that first hit didn't end up stabbing him on the back. And it once again saved him when the armor manifested on his forearms and blocked the knife that almost fell on them.

Through all that, he had never felt this second guy's presence. And before he could think more about it, he landed softly on the ground and shot an arm up with blinding speed. Leo's sword blocked it mere inches away from his skin, and then had to rush down to stop the strike aimed at his stomach. The scene repeated itself, with the lion knight meeting every attack his aggressor threw his way, but to the trained eye it was far different. The second one was significantly faster, and his motions were short and precise. His muscles wasted no energy in wide arcs or unnecessary movements, and he constantly went for his vitals with deadly accuracy. There was barely any force behind the hits, but a single one would spell the end for the lion.

His sword clashed with a knife again, pushing against it for an instant. In a contest of strength, he was sure to win. But his opponent once again took him by surprise when he jumped, and the next flurry of strikes came while his feet were airborne. Leonidas had to lean back to keep distance, but he didn't dare step and lose his footing. The best he could do was keep meeting every strike with his own, until the twin knives clashed against his blade. He was so focused on his opponent's weapons, he didn't notice his foot until it landed on his still bare abs, and he used him as a platform to kick back towards his still kneeling partner.

The feline stumbled again, with a mix of fear and anger pushing him into regaining his footing as quickly as possible. The second attacker, the much more skilled one, was now next to his partner, and Leo got a clear image of him for the first time. An equally long black mantle covered his entire body, with only his hands poking out, a short knife on each. He was smaller than the first one, with a thin white tail swaying behind him, the light bouncing off his pristine scales. But no matter how much he tried, the knight couldn't catch a glimpse of what stared back at him underneath the hood. His face was covered in shadows to chilling effect.

Whatever the case, it was evident this newcomer was a whole order above the first reptile's skill. Better safe than sorry, Leo focused his own energy towards the pieces of armor still on the ground, calling them all to his body. But just as they were all appearing over his skin, the second reptile shot forward again, his blades aimed for the lion's chest. Leo blocked the strike as his armor finished materializing around him, but when his opponent landed down, his weapon shot up towards his neck. As the helmet started forming around the lion's head, he raised his sword one more time to cancel his stride. And for the first time, Leonidas stepped away from his enemy.

The reptile had aimed perfectly for the joint between his breastplate and helmet, straight at his neck. Even with the spell, had he not blocked that attack, the knife would've landed square in his jugular. To think a mere bandit could calculate the right spot before his armor was even there... Perhaps it was more accurate to call him an assassin.

He wasted no time. With the same terrifying speed as before, he aimed for the joints in the lion's armor, forcing Leonidas into the defensive. Every shit towards his neck, he blocked with his arm; every strike against his torso, he defended with his sword. But the assassin's speed was so high, so simply brutal, he had no time to strike back. And even if he did, he left no window in his movements for even the smallest hit to push in.

He finally felt a familiar presence when the first reptile attacked again. He was still slower, easier to read, and his knife was easily countered by the lion's armor. But even if he wasn't stronger than the knight, he was still stronger than his partner, leaving them in a small scuffle that Leo would no doubt end up winning. It was obvious, however, that his goal was to keep his arm busy for the more skilled one to strike, and he could barely meet his attack in time before pushing the first one away.

It went on like that. His focus went entirely to the master assassin in front of him, his energy directed exclusively towards stopping his constant attacks. The moment he took his eyes off the first bandit, he would go for him with a back attack or a stab to the side, or any other kind of easily blocked swing that further forced his hand against the second. It was only thanks to his feline instincts that he was even capable of keeping up with the reptile's speedy movements; any other knight would be dead by now. He had to recognize his enemy's skill and act accordingly, before his luck dried out.

A surge of energy burst from his blade, invisible to the unaware bandits as it traveled up the lion's arm. His felt his muscles start expanding under the armor, straining from the effort and the sheer volume of magic coursing through his body. His chest heated up, feeling like fire running through his veins and up his throat as a thunderous roar resounded through the forest. With a single, powerful swing, he sent the assassin flying back into the bushes, and then he pushed the first thief with enough strength to slam him against a tree. He heard the wood creak and the reptile gag from the pain, but none of that stopped him. Holding his sword up high, he let it fall heavily on the barely conscious man, and just like his roar, a powerful explosion filled the air around them.

The dust settled down in a few seconds, and Leonidas stared at the deep gash on the ground left by his weapon. The tree burst into splinters, scattered all around the ground. And there was no sign of the reptile. A sigh escaped him, and he berated himself for letting his anger get the best of him, even if it was for nothing in the end.

Right before his sword came down, he saw the same thin white tail as before coil around the man's ankle, pulling him to safety an instant before his attack was over. And he felt the heavy killing intent behind him now. He turned around with every intention to keep his onslaught, but just as he did, the smaller bandit was already in front of him. He had once again been unable to feel his presence, and the knife shot for him again, leaving him unable to react with anything but a quick block. The assassin jumped again and his tail coiled around the lion's neck, using it as a lever to plant a kick on his face that the helmet barely protected. Leo held him by that same ankle and tried to swing his sword at him, but the attack was blocked with ease.

He let his anger take him over again and he simply threw the smaller reptile away, easily sending him flying with his increased strength. But it would take more to defeat a skillful bandit, and he held himself by coiling his tail on a branch, swinging until he was on top of it. Leo had to wonder just what other ridiculous tricks the guy could come up with, and as if reading his mind, the assassin pulled out multiple smaller knives and threw them all his way. A desperate attempt; if he could easily par every hit thrown at him, a few flying knives were no concern. A couple swings were all it took, and the knives ended up on the ground.

And before the last one hit the ground, the assassin was already back in front of the lion. Leo's sword was still in the middle of its swing, and he wouldn't be able to pull it back up in time. He ended up blocking with his free arm, the knife meeting the metal once again, as the second hand aimed for the joints in his armguards, wounding his elbow inside. He winced and pushed the assassin back, but as he did, he noticed a small bottle on his tail being thrown his way.

The second it landed on the floor, it broke into a massive smokescreen, and the lion's entire field of sight was covered in thick black fumes. No big deal for his feline instincts and his magically enhanced senses. And yet, he stumbled again as the world started twisting and turning all around him.

"Drugs..." he whispered. He needed to actually hear his words for his thoughts to stay completely intact. Another wince as the sting shot up his arms, and he remembered the cut on his elbow. A poisoned knife, no doubt, using his body's heightened state to make the drugs travel through his bloodstream faster. If he could read the situation to such extent, maybe Leo had been the one making a mistake trying to challenge this assassin. Nonetheless, he held his blade as high as he could, ready to take on any attack.

Eyes closed. There was no point on keeping them open if all he would see was the black curtain all around him, anyway. Small breaths, his sword's magic keeping the smoke from entering his lungs, putting all his focus on his ears, on the nerves across his skin. Detect the movements in the air, look for the slightest breathing other than his own... Even in his clouded state, he could hear it.

A wide swing to his back, and his sword met squarely with a pair of knives. A winning grin drew on his lips as he held back against the assassin's attack, ready to counter it. Until he opened his eyes. And they widened in shock when he saw the first thief holding up against his blade.

"Shi-

He didn't finish. A pair of arms coiled around his neck and a small bottle broke in front of his eyes, its contents pouring out into small, warm purple cloud that found its way into his nostrils. Both lizards jumped back and the feline reacted to his neck's freedom by inhaling the substance. He could already feel it burning down his throat, spreading through his body, and the world started turning and shaking more and more. He ended face first on the ground, the entire world to the side as his eyelids started feeling heavier by the second. A fist clenched around the hilt of his sword, but his grasp loosened almost right away, and his body started feeling lighter. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the smoke clearing, and the two mysterious bandits standing nearby.