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The Depths of Depravity

Part Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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The ocelots cowered, all female, pressed against one another at one end of a small enclosure, which could have been a kennel, if put into place for domesticated pets. They had been there for as long as they could remember, though things were not normal, no, everyone aware that they had been human, once, but they had not remained such. There was no life before, just a sense of being family, though no one there could fully remember who they were, where they had come from, what their hopes, dreams and aspirations had been.

Kate's early versions of the serum and mind-breaking infusions, well… They had not been perfect, to say the least, but she didn't get the luxury of asking the ocelots what they remembered or not. Neither would Kate have done anything to help them if she had known anything about their memory loss.

Ava, however, knew her name. That was one of the only things that had returned to her. She had not been able to communicate with the others, not aside from the ocelot that she thought was Lucy, her sister, but…it didn't often matter whether she could talk to anyone or not. The floor of the kennel was hard-packed dirt, though it seemed that they were tucked around the back of the sanctuary, in a quieter spot. From time to time, she could hear visitors moving around, as if they were viewing other exhibits.

Ava doubted that anyone in the other exhibits was just an animal, not after what had happened to them. Sometimes, they had been inside, in a laboratory of sorts, looking at mountain lions and some crazy snakes, though they had not stayed in that room for long, perhaps when Kate had not gotten the reaction from them that she wanted.

After that, the only male ocelot amongst them, the one that Ava thought was her mother, though she did not know how it was possible… Well, the male ocelot had gone crazy, put in the kennel for observation purposes, the male fucking them and fucking them, time after time again. He had his pick of females, the rest of them female, even her brother, Tide. Even her father too, Andrew, yet she could not be entirely sure that the ocelot was her father. They spent most of their time hunkered down away from everyone else, though often took the pounding thrusts for them, when the male ocelot, their mother, was focused on fucking everyone.

Their father, after all, probably wanted to still protect them, to do something, anything, to make sure that they were as well cared for as they possibly could be. Yet the sex change and the fact that they were at the mercy of a rancid breeding ocelot, one that didn't even seem to know who they were or what they were doing, could not be set aside, even when their father was exhausted from trying to ward him off and sprawled out in the dirt.

Hayley shivered. There were six of them there in total, but she had only managed to communicate with her niece, Lucy, so far.

Her sister, their mother… Oh, Hayley didn't even want to think about it, not even as Bethany advanced on them. Beth wasn't herself anymore – for she was a he. Bethany was the only one out of them who was male, though Hayley had not been able to believe it at first.

“Bethany… No… Stop…"

She tried to growl, her claws pricking into the dirt as, that time, she made a stand, yowling and hissing, but she didn't know how to force human words into the shape of an animal's feline language in a moment like that. She was trying to make a means of communication, that would have been natural for an ocelot, work for a human transformed into one, but that would never quite be the case, no. She would have to learn, fully, how to talk and how to live as an ocelot to truly get a grasp of the means of communication that they used.

And she had not quite yet given herself over to that, holding onto the humanity that she'd had, though…there was not much there for her remember. She didn't even know what she looked like before and it didn't matter either as the ocelots around her scattered, the male, Bethany, advancing with his head lowered.

“Stop…"

Bethany lunged, however, regardless of what she asked him to do, the male single-minded, unrelenting. He powered over her, the cat's tail lashing back and forth, golden fur muddied with dust, as he didn't get the chance to groom himself as he would have naturally done, if he had just been any old regular ocelot.

Things were different though, the others abandoning her, for there was nothing more they could do for her against the sex-crazed male. Hayley yowled as his cock pressed up against her backside, sliding through the softer fur there, though it was still matted and sticky from the last time Beth had taken her. She fought and struggled like the wild beast she was, tail lashing, kicking back with both legs at once, clawing and scraping and scrabbling, though he had a better chance than her to wrangle her into place.

He was just too great for her, larger and more heavily muscled, though Hayley had no reason to think at all that ocelot males were significantly larger in the wild. It was probably just a thing of Kate's, to make them helpless to resist him, to give him more power so that he could force them.

The weight of him was overpowering, but she cried out as he slammed into her, the barbs catching and raking as he pulled back, every thrust spearing through her, giving her the impression that he was going deeper and deeper with every thrust. There was only so much length to his cock, however, only so deep that he could go, even if it felt quite as if she was being split from the inside out, his shaft driving in, pounding deeply.

She yowled, clawing at the ground. Oh, it hurt! He was so rough with her and yet Hayley could not twist around as his teeth sank into her scruff, claiming her and holding her like she was nothing more than a breeding bitch to him. She didn't know much about ocelots, or maybe she had and had forgotten that along with her life before, but she didn't think that that was a way that ocelots behaved.

How was she to know? Hayley closed her eyes, not able to bear the sight of the others staring at her, hunkering down and away from her, cowering. She would have cowered too if she had not been the one being fucked by Bethany at that time, the other female ocelots needing a break too. Andrew, her sister's husband, oh… Oh, she just seemed so tired, so very tired, yet it was not a fate that any of them could escape, no matter how they all tried, one way or the other, to shield one another.

She had to be the one, that time, to take him. His cock pounded her bare pussy raw and full as she cried out and whimpered, trying not to let him shove her face down into the dirt. There was surely excrement there too, for there was hardly ever anyone by to clean out their pen: yet another shame for the ocelots to bear through.

Hayley's breath, however, came in shorter and sharper pants than ever, grunting, groaning, trying to pull away, but he had somehow managed to hook his front paws around her hips and lower still. In all truth, he mounted her like a dog, like a bitch in heat, though she knew her body was fertile again, if the cycles of heat were to be believed. She knew they came more frequently, surely, than they would have for a naturally born ocelot, but that was just something that she had learned to live with. They would all be fucked, over and over again, whether or not they were pregnant, for the needs of the male had to be satisfied, regardless of anything else.

She groaned, rocking back, hissing through her teeth, trying to get into it. It didn't matter what any of them did, but not even her pretence of pleasure got her anywhere, heat flooding her body. Yet it wasn't enough at all to take away those spiking rakes and bites of pain, the barbs, oh… Oh, the barbs were not something that she'd been familiar with before her first ocelot breeding, but they were apparently to stimulate her to ovulate. Whether or not she was ready to ovulate…

He growled, slamming in harder, his stamina impressive, but that could have simply been because she didn't want to be there in the moment, trapped under the ocelot that she was quite sure was her sister, penetrated too deeply, strained open. Her body ached for it even as her mind screamed and rebelled, though there was nowhere for her to go, his weight holding her down, despite the bunching and tensing of her hind end, the muscles that should have been a lot more developed than they were. Being kept in the small confines of the kennel, she didn't get the chance to stretch her legs, though that was the case for all of them. The male, however, seemed to remain stockier and bulkier even than them… That was strange.

Not something she could think through as Beth slammed in, ignoring her cries, her wailing pleas. There was a slash of pleasure, kind of, but it was overridden too quickly by the barbs catching and snagging, biting into her flesh. Her body was never meant to be abused in such a way and neither was a mating session between ocelots ever meant to last as long as that one was, though she should have known that things were not going to be easy.

They were never easy. Not with Kate. Not with the male, Bethany. How could her sister do that to her? Bethany didn't even seem to recognise her, most of the time, but, sometimes, the male ocelot's head tilted to the side, his tail swishing and swinging back and forth, as if that made it easier for him to sit there, to settle, to see the truth of their reality.

Without communication, however, which the male did not seem all that capable of, not yet, they had no way to tell him, actively, to stop. Oh, sure, they could cry and let their eyes water, their bodies quake, squalling and scrabbling, striving to drag themselves away… But what good did the raking marks that their claws cut into the ground do them in the end? They left a story in testament to their abuse but no more than that.

Her pussy throbbed. Before she'd been abused and taken by him so roughly, she'd never thought it was possible for her pussy to hurt that much, not even in the roughest of sex. Hayley bowed her forehead down to the ground, ears twitching, though there were no specific sounds that she was pulling out of the cacophony of sexual lust. The male's panting breaths rasped through the air, a grunting sound rising from the pit of his belly with every thrust, along with the sloppy squelch of her pussy squeezing around him, her body responding even if her mind was doing its best to crawl away to a place where she did not have to think about the male at all, no, not at all.

Yet Hayley was there and she had to be there, had to cry out, dirt sinking into her fur, dirt that she would later taste clouding the tastebuds of her tongue. Her family shrank away from her, though she caught what she hoped was a mewl of encouragement and solidarity from Ava, her niece. Oh, Ava and her sister and her brother too… They had all grown up so well, into strong adults, though no one could have ever imagined just how they would need that strength to carry them onward and forward, step by step.

Even thrust by thrust. But that was not a good thing to hold in mind.

They were strong… Yet Hayley would rather be strong for them. She would rather take the thrusts so that Andrew did not have to, even though her flanks shuddered with every breath. Sometimes, she wondered just what Bethany thought as he took his family, the mother turned rapist, even if it could not be so that Beth at all knew what he was doing. Maybe, one day, they would all know who the other ocelots were, everyone open in the knowledge of their family relations, even if the rest of their memories were not kept in the forefront of their minds anymore.

Bethany didn't know what he was doing. Every thrust brought a fresh wave of pleasure, but it was as if he was never quite able to reach that fulfilling moment, the peak of ecstasy, the moment that would make every thrust and grind into the tight cunt wrapped around his cock worth it. He needed it to be worth it, even as the barbs stimulated them, slamming in, humping and grinding, thrusting wildly, hissing through an open mouth.

She shouldn't have fought him! His mind was there, battering against the back of his mind, though it was strange, very strange. Like there were two “hims" in his head, one him that thought that he had the right to take what instinct and lust demanded and one him that…didn't feel quite right.

A part of him didn't have a say in anything, hissing and snarling, twisting and writhing, trapped in a corner of his mind. A part of him fought against himself, but that was not important, no, not as he sank his claws into her hips where his paws curled around before them, holding onto her, dragging the feline back onto his aching prick with each thrust.

Bethany felt like he knew the ocelots better than his body dictated, like there was something more there…but his head was all fuzzy and cloudy, like he was trying to think through a thick fog. There was something wrong there, but he couldn't linger there, revelling in need as his balls ached and churned. Delightful lust overcame him once again, increasing the fervent slap of his hips up against her backside, the need to breed coursing through with every beat of his heart.

No… No, he could not think, would not think, letting the moment linger, snarling, drool splattering very lightly from his jaws. He was a beast, he was feral, he was a breeding stud. He would take what was his due, ignoring the yowling clawing of the ocelot under him. She was just there to satisfy his needs and, well, it was most certainly not as if he could simply set aside those needs when instinct ran rampant.

He had to breed, had to fuck, had to keep up that thrusting movement of his hips, again and again, pounding her tight pussy full. Her body was delicious around him, rippling and pulling, though it was perhaps her struggles that were the most delightful.

Once, Bethany's head might have registered such a thing as wrong, something that he should have been pulling back from, controlling himself from delving too deeply into. He should have known that it was not what any good being did, though there was only so far that he could go with that line of thought.

After all, he was just an ocelot and all he had to do was to fuck and to breed and to mate, time after time again.

She shuddered under him and he would have smirked if he had been able to, wondering at how her body was so lithe, so ripe, so very primed for him. It was for him, revelling in lust, slamming in, thrust after thrust, his hindquarters tucking down and around a little more so that he could better use the full length of his barbed cock. It felt right to have that cock, but he thought he might not have always had it for himself – ah, it was no matter. He could relish in the lust all the same, ignoring the screaming, battering voice, pounding on the closed, locked door at the back of his mind.

He didn't feel like he had listened to it anyway, his cock glistening with her juices every time he drew back, hissing through an open mouth, his whole body trembling. Ah, there it was: orgasm. It had to come and he speared into her even more roughly for it, barbs catching and pulling and raking. It would not be long at all before there were lots of little ocelots running around, all the better for him to pass on his bloodlines.

She quaked under him, but he paid her no mind. Why should he? He was the male, the one who had them all, yet there was still that strange sense of something being amiss in the back of his mind. Lust swamped him, however, dragging him under, and he yowled as orgasm reared its beautiful head, telling him to expel his load, to breed, to cum.

So, he did. He seeded her full, hot cum splashing into her pussy, though it was the force of his thrusts that sent his seed deeply up into her tight cunt, though he could not push too far, his cock suited for her and yet not able to go further than his innermost barrier. His tail lashed the air, lines of tension struck through his body, but he had to keep going, heat flooding him, rippling through his nervous system.

He was there, locked into the moment, though he did not feel that he was able to draw back from her, not yet at least. The barbs seemed to have extended even more, quivering and sinking into her inner flesh, the soft, velvety caress of her cunt, the best thing that Bethany could have possibly thought of to fuck, to sink into. It was what she needed, day in and day out, but he would be able to take multiples there, the group of ocelots his, all his.

He drew out and shoved the female ocelot away, flicking his tail. Usually, there would have been some form of affection there, but he did not feel the slightest in the least as she crawled away from him. It was kind of arousing, even then, to see just how her pussy was gaping in the absence of his pounding cock, lewd and sopping, dripping with her essence – and a good dose of his cum too. His seed oozed wetly from her, a messy cream-pie dripping messily from her cunt, and he purred proudly, not put off in the slightest by how the others stayed away from him.

Or…was he? It was kind of lonely there, already horny again, his cock barely soft and retreating into the fleshy, fat fold of his sheath. He did not know that he had been given the uncontrollable lust serum by Kate and it was that which clouded his senses so much, pressing on, wanting sex, more sex, always sex. His mind was supposed to still be there, behind the rampant need to breed, but everything had still been in the early stages of Kate's development then, some of her earliest victims.

Sometimes, however, his mind was clearer. Even as he licked at his paw, his raspy tongue stroking over his toes, cleaning between them.

His ears twitched. Something was different, blinking, coming back to himself a little more. Yes… He was Bethany. But he had not always been in the body he had, reeling a little, looking around him and blinking in confusion. Was he meant to be there? It didn't seem right, not at all, not as he grunted and leaned in towards the other ocelots, worried about them.

Did he…know them? They smelled familiar, as if they had all been in there together, though a sick, churning sense of failure washed in the pit of his stomach. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was supposed to protect them, but it didn't make sense, even if he was the only male in the group.

His mouth and vocal cords did not work the way that he was used to, however, which was irritating. He chuffed softly, licking his lips, but they all shrank away from him even more, the pussy of one of the ocelots leaking and dripping with cum and orgasmic fluids. That had him sniffing, eyes wide, pupils dilating, the hard throbbing of his cock drawing his attention all over again.

Maybe it was better to get back to what he knew, what he did best. His stomach lurched and something strained around his eyes, as if he was trying to cry but was not able to, lunging for them with a feral yowl all over again.

Ah, Beth's mind was there, but there was nothing he could do about it, not as they all scattered at once from him, fearing him. Beth pounced, grabbing one of the smaller ones, not knowing that the ocelot that his paws had latched onto, claws sinking into flesh beyond fur, was his very own husband: Andrew. Andrew, in the form of a female ocelot, squalling and writhing, eyes wide, instinct taking over at the moment where Andrew, truthfully, would normally have submitted to her wife's sexual insanity.

Although he did not know what to think, no, not as pleasure enveloped him, not as it pulled through his body, forcing everything to come together, aching and throbbing, all in the best of ways. His mind retreated again as devout lust overpowered him and Beth found himself going gladly into it, for it meant that he did not have to battle with that fear in his mind, the aching sense of protection, need, wanting to hold them close, wanting to soothe them.

If it was not something that he was able to do, he had to take all that he could instead, feeding his greedy sexual desire. He knew he would lose control anyway, so Bethany charged into it regardless, letting powerful desire wash through him, his body aching for it. Desperation throbbed through the pit of his body and he snarled, saliva pooling in his mouth, though he was in such a position of power, as he ground into the ocelot that some tiny part of him recognised as family, even if he didn't know quite what family, that he did not care.

He could not care, not as he fucked her, seeded her, took her all over again without giving her a break at all. The ocelot lay soft and limp under him, her chin on the ground, eyes half-closed, though one of the others yowled and made as if to reach out a paw. Beth's eyes snapped over to her, but he did not pause in his driving thrusts, keeping his cock as deep as possible inside her pussy, loathe to even pull back any more at all than he needed. He just wanted that pleasure, again and again, one orgasm after the other, everything flowing through like a river, a pulse that would come, again and again. Like the beat of his heart, it was the kind of rhythm that a sex-driven male would understand and no more than that.

It kept him from the reality of his situation, fucking so much that he didn't have to think about or even address what it was that he was actually doing, what he had broken in his family. That might have broken him too, if he understood, truly, not only how he had changed, but what he had become, the rapist that bred them in incestuous lust, not caring, not knowing – or locking down his ability to know simply so he could get through the day without breaking down into a shuddering, quivering mess of an ocelot.

As he drove into the ocelot, striking her into a yowl of broken, unfeeling orgasm, his jaws hung open, eyes gleaming with sexual desire.

Yes… There was much to be desired in his life and he would take all that he desired with the lust serum flowing through his veins, topped up whenever Kate wanted to break him a little more.

Although, Bethany could never have anticipated the horror that was to come to his mind when Kate allowed a little more of his rational mind to return, breaking down that barrier more and more, until he was sex-crazed and still knowing of what he was doing.

That was to be one of the cruellest things of all that Kate would do to the ocelot family…

And she was not a woman short on cruelty.

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The aviary was a large enclosure set out for lots of visitors to see, though there were quite a few visitors who were more than a little disturbed by what was going on in there, so it was quieter that day than usual. Trevor lay on her back, the raccoon's legs spread, though she was not in any good state, no, not at all. Whereas she had been transformed from a human man into a raccoon female by Kate's insipid deviousness, the torturous woman's intent going further than anyone could have imagined, her son, at least, had remained male. Her son, Danny, sat sadly nearby, watching her, making sure that she was okay.

However…that did not make things any easier, no, not at all. For within Trevor's aching, wet, lewdly gaping pussy was a banana slug. Caressed by the soft folds of her pussy, the banana slug wriggled back and forth, seeming to bear a kind of intelligence but also revulsion at the same time. That made sense, considering that it was her wife, Susan, though Susan too had retained her sex.

That was not all that good of a thing, however, considering their fate. The banana slug oozed and squirmed within the wetness of Trevor's cunt, though Trevor could not blush, not even as her very own wife wriggled within her wet, oozing raccoon cunt. It could have been pleasurable, if they had both been human and it was the kind of freaky sex thing that they were trying out just for kicks, a weird, slimy sex toy… Yet it would never be like that, no, not at all. Not when the only way to keep the banana slug, Susan, alive was to keep her trapped within the warm wetness of a ready pussy.

The birds, after all… None of them could speak the language of the birds, though they did not doubt in their minds that they were the transformed victims of Kate too, driven by instinct. And it was that very instinct that told them that they had to feed, that they had to snap up the delicious slop of a banana slug, full of nutrients and goodness for them. But Trevor and Danny didn't want to lose Susan, no, not at all.

When the birds were distracted, flowing to fresh fruit at feeding time or whatever else Kate did for them, Danny moved in. He hated every moment of it, though the raccoon still tried to be as careful as possible with his mom, holding her gently in his small, delicate, black hands as he pulled her from his father's pussy.

I'm sorry.

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He chattered lightly, hoping that his mother understood his raccoon language, but, of course, there was no way for a banana slug to communicate back with him. His father, even as a female raccoon, could understand him perfectly however and flicked her ringed tail up against his, all in quiet solidarity. For to keep the raccoon's pussy open and wet, he had to thrust inside it too.

It was not an easy task, not by any means. Not as Danny cradled his mother close to his chest, holding her in his hands, his father getting on her side for his thrusting cock. Danny had to grind against his father's rump to get himself hard and ready, something that he very much didn't want to do, focusing on the physical pleasure of it, if his cock was all that he had to concern himself with.

Danny held his mother to his chest as he pressed his cock into his father's pussy. His mind slipped away. That was how he always did it. Thankfully, Kate had left them alone for a few days, so he slipped up, not putting on a show anymore, not thinking about the cameras that were around the aviary enclosure. No. He just thrust and thrust, mechanically, pretending that he was somewhere else, that he didn't have to cram into his father's pussy as he was. It could have been a girlfriend, perhaps, from another time, another life, but his prior life seemed so very far away after everything that had happened.

The wet heat of his father's pussy, however, increased around him as he thrust harder and harder, doing his job, keeping her vagina warm and wet and open. The harder he climaxed, the better he would do for his mother, which was all that he could focus on, yes. His mother, yes… He was doing it all for his mother, thrust after thrust, feeling those loose walls pulse and ripple against him. His mother's eyes, on the end of small stalks, bobbed up against his chin and Danny nuzzled down tenderly against her, even as pleasure rushed and spiked through him.

He would have to put his mother back into his father's pussy soon enough, the banana slug needing that fluid, that warmth and lubrication. But, until then, he could close his eyes tightly against the rush of orgasm as he spent himself inside his father's cunt, cum throbbing deep, spurt after spurt, filling her up. Then, and only then, would his mother be safe.

The banana slug pressed to her son's chest, thanking him for the sacrifices he made for her.

*

The serval tried to thrust and twist, Kerry's eyes wide, open helplessly. A vibrator had been thrust into her sex, in the back room of the laboratory, though she had not known anything else, not after she had been transformed. It was the early days, even if Kerry would only come to see that later, the serval's body overcome with lust.

Yet lust could be tainted and broken too, even if she had not known that before… Oh, how badly it could be tainted in the little back room…

Close by, a rainbow trout with a brilliant streak of pink down its side, lay in a puddle of water. The puddle, of course, was nowhere near deep enough to keep the fish alive, thus they had suffocated, grotesquely, before her very eyes. She didn't remember the exact moment that it had happened, the serval watching the fish despondently, despite the pleasure, but that was perhaps a good thing, her mind doing what little it could to protect her from the horror of her situation.

She'd been a virgin before, Kerry, before she had been transformed into a serval. She had been a man and the fish…her father. But she was being broken, abused, tormented, all by a woman that she had never had any dealings with before.

Taylor was little better, a male serval cowering in the corner. His eyes were clenched shut as if he could close out the horror of everything if only he concentrated hard enough, but, well, things didn't all that often work like that. He couldn't shut out the yowls and groans of his brother, even though his brother was no longer male, and he couldn't hide from the vibrator buzzing between them. Neither could he stop the sound of the fish's dying gasps and slapping on the floor from playing over and over again in his mind, an endless loop that Taylor doubted would leave him until his dying day.

He almost hoped that would come sooner rather than later.

A yowl from his brother made him shrink even further down into himself, covering his eyes with his paws.

No, no, no… No, he would not look, he wouldn't do it. He couldn't do it.

The trout, however, betrayed Kate's cruelty on a deeper level, even if they would only come to see that later, much later. For the rainbow trout had a gold piercing in its snout, something that had been there before they had even been captured and transformed by Kate, though it would have looked like an even greater act of obscene cruelty to anyone coming across the scene, as if Kate had actually pierced the fish after their transformation.

The truth of it was so much greater than that. Though Taylor's mind did not want to go there, even though he knew he had to. The thought and the memory were already in his mind, flashing before his eyes without his consent, a video playing as if on the back side of his closed eyelids.

No…

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But, yes. For it had been his fault, all his fault. Kate had transformed them and told him to mate with both his brother, as a female serval, and their father, to thrust into the fish's mouth. Truthfully, he did not know whether his father had remained male or become female, though Taylor knew how he preferred to think of him.

It had all been so quick, so sudden, staggering in the aftermath of a transformation that had been forced upon his body! And did that mean that his brother had become his sister? He'd shuddered and pleaded and yowled and tried to fling himself on the ground before Kate, all to beg her not to do it. He didn't care how humiliating it would be for him, of course, just that he didn't have to fuck his brother and his father, no, never.

They didn't deserve that. Besides, it was incest… And he couldn't rape them, no, he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't.

Was death worse then? That wicked little voice rose in the back of his mind once again, taunting him, tormenting him with the notion that his father may have still been alive if only he had done what Kate wanted him to do. For she had been holding the fish in her hand when he had refused a final time, the woman's expression contorting, though her face had not been readable, not even then.

And then Kate had smashed the fish's tank, taking the mess with her and leaving the water to dry on the floor, the rainbow trout tossed down to flap and slap against the fading puddles of water. Not a single one of the puddles would ever have been deep enough for his father's fish body as it was, though he had still cried out in fear, trying to scoop and pool water over his father's body, desperately fighting to find something that could be used to contain him.

He had not been able to. That was told by the body of his dead father, lying there, the eyes still open, for that kind of fish did not have any eyelids, no. Staring, watching, always there, always accusing.

He didn't know just how much it had taken for Kate to kill one of her transformed victims. It was an act of desperation in itself, the serval one of very few to push her to that limit, but there would always be some that were harder to break than others. That was what kept it interesting, at least for her. Torturous, for them.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

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That was the sound that his father's body had made while he was in his death throes, twisting and slapping against the floor, splashing water, even then, away from his body as Taylor strove to save him. Though things had softened more and more, the slaps growing fainter, weaker, until his father had not been able to keep going at all.

By that point, Kerry had been tied to the breeding stand, her tail forced up and hiked in the air, all so that her bare pussy was on show to him. The only small blessing that Taylor had been able to hope for was that Kerry had not seen their father die, even if his brother surely knew that it had been Taylor's fault that he had.

But he couldn't fuck his father's fish mouth. He couldn't fuck his brother's new cunt. Even he knew that Kerry was a virgin and that was wrong, so wrong, all terribly, horrifically wrong.

Kate had told him, openly, frankly, that she would kill the fish if they didn't do what she wanted, though it was all down to Taylor. Kerry had already been bound by that point, though it had only been a chain locking her down to the ground, a short chain around her neck. It wouldn't have taken all that much at all for him to pounce on top of her and thrust, finding her hole one way or the other. He could have given in and said that it was the lust inside him, the injected drug, that had made him do it.

Still, he had clung to what he had thought was the right course of action, despite how it had turned out. How mind-numbingly horrifying it had turned out…

Kerry moaned out her lust, orgasm gripping her, though it was a manufactured kind of passion, the kind that came from the body without the mind and emotions coming along with it. Taylor whimpered, pulling back and away, shrinking down into a shuddering puddle of a serval on the floor.

Kate had said that they weren't going to get any more food until they disposed of the fish. The fish that was their father. Already, Kerry seemed weaker and weaker, crying out more softly, for Kate had not even given her water, even though it had been Taylor who had resisted mating with his father.

It was Taylor who should be punished, though he hated that his mind was even jumping through loops to come to that conclusion, for it did not make sense. He was the one, and his family too, who had been ripped from their lives without their consent, not agreeing at all to go along with Kate's sick, perverted desires.

It was his fault. But it wasn't either. Two voices in his head existed at once, battling against one another.

Still, he collapsed to the ground, close to fainting, his stomach aching and yawning with the hunger that he was trying to suppress. Maybe he could feed the fish to his brother, take out the nose ring, tell Kerry that Kate had left food for them. He might have to do more to hide that it was their father, but, well…he didn't want Kerry collapsing or fading due to hunger either.

There was no right answer. And yet Kate made every answer wrong, even the one that she wanted them to choose, what she wanted them to do.

Twisted.

Perverted.

Sickening.

Kerry's moans filled the room, twisting with a feline yowl. Taylor cried softly into his paws, though no tears came. Servals did not cry, not like that. The most he would get was excess moisture from his tear ducts to carry out dust or something like that. So, he was not even afforded the ability to sob.

Such was his fate.

The fish gaped at him, breathless, soundless, lifeless, staring. Always staring.

Only time would tell whether he would succumb, however, to eating the fish or not…

Taylor shuddered, stomach clenching as if he was about to lose the contents.

His father.

The fish.

*

The snake had lost his name, for it no longer seemed important that he had one. His head waved back and forth as he curled up within the large terrarium, his eyes fixed on the mouse in there with him. That was torture enough, for a snake, but the black mouse bred and bred and bred with the female mouse, humping her furiously.

He could have looked away, but, really, what was the point?

Another snake, female that time, though he could not remember the before times either after so much exposure to Kate's cruelty, drank water from a dirty bowl – a bowl that, time after time again, had been marked and stained with sexual fluids, things that they had never even had to think about before. Arousal and slick from other animals, like the mountain lions, had been poured into the water, all so they would be forced to drink it, even if they didn't want to.

She was trying to wash the taste of feline arousal from her mouth, yet again, after being used as a toy on the big cats. But she couldn't do it, not when the water had already been as tainted and as marked as it was, hissing and shaking her head, every tiny little thing that she tried to do in vain.

She didn't know, of course, that Kate too made a point to wash the sex toys, as well as the snakes themselves, in their only water source. But she had hoped that it would be light and clear enough to make her feel at least a little bit better, even if things were not always that easy nor always that simple. She had to try though, for she was not all that sure what was left of her mind, her past so far behind her that she just didn't know how to make sense of it all.

They'd been snakes for too long. Mice too. The family was broken, together and twisted, forced to commit such horrid sexual acts, things that should never have even crossed their minds. And yet it was their day-to-day life.

Outside the terrarium, life was not any easier. She had been pacing, but lust overruled the lioness once again. Or more so that it had been the lion who had dominated, slamming into the snow leopardess again and again, the feline who had been their father. They didn't know what that meant anymore, two brothers transformed into a snow leopard and a lion – both female – forgetting themselves, forgetting their lives, trying with all their might to tell themselves that they were just trying to make the most of what their lives had turned into.

They didn't know, however, just what they had lost, what more Kate was going to do with them. The lioness growled brokenly, her lips and tongue pressed to the snow leopard's sex, her tongue lapping deep, knowing that she had to do it. If she didn't do it, Kate would know – for Kate was always watching. The cameras recorded everything and she shuddered bodily, pressing down, her tongue worming deep into her father's pussy as she ate him out, not wanting them to be punished again.

If they did not do what Kate wanted of them, they would only be punished. And no one at all wanted to ever go back to Kate's punishments, oh no. No, those were bad times, worse times, very bad times indeed… They were times that she couldn't, wouldn't, go back to, lapping even more fiercely into her father's pussy, knowing that that was all she could do.

Her name…

She wanted to know her name. And yet it eluded her, as it did sometimes, as if her mind was breaking without even the assistance of any of Kate's drugs. It was the abuse, it was the torture, it was the horrendous living conditions that they were kept in. But they were neither animals nor people, merely creatures with no rights anymore, despite the human minds that, once upon a time, had horrifically been trapped inside such bodies.

The male lion, however, was blinded by lust. He didn't have flashes of clarity where he was himself again or remembered his name, even though Kate had not broken or taken his mind with drugs or forced intervention, no. That had all come naturally, thinking like a human but more of a human-like beast, one that had been forced all the way back and down into their base instincts. When pleasure was the only thing left in his life, hissing through an open mouth, who was the lion to deny himself that? If pleasure felt good then he was going to take it for himself.

It didn't even frighten him how quickly that thought came to mind anymore, how swiftly it leapt to the forefront and danced before his attention. The snow leopard's pussy was wet already from her session with the snake, but her mouth was untainted by the time being, cramming his cock down past her sharp teeth to his ultimate pleasure.

That time, however, they didn't have anything else to fear, for Kate was far, far too busy with her other victims to be paying any attention to the big cats.

They would, however, be come back to in time…

To be continued…