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Transformation at the Big Cat Sanctuary

A continuation of The Leopard Effect

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

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Casey studied the fairy – no, the Fae, who had introduced themselves to her. It was still strange for her to think that things had changed, that things had become so far removed from the reality that she was used to that she didn't at all know what to make of any of it. She'd headed out into the forest, camping, for some rest and relaxation, never knowing that the Fae were out there, all in force. And then she'd changed and her body had grown furred – and it had all been out of her control by the time she'd realised that the black rosettes appearing all over her body meant that she was turning into a leopard.

She still didn't really, not honestly, know what was going on, but…it almost didn't matter to her. the coiled, taut power in her new body was exquisite in a way that Casey could never before have thought possible. Even her dreams of turning into a cat and running around could never have compared to the reality of it, how her hind end could bunch up her muscles, sinking back only to leap in a single, joyous bound that didn't seem to take up any energy at all. Of course, it did – but that was where her new diet too would have to come into play, needing to hunt and sink her teeth into meat, all so that she could remain strong and well.

There were some supplies in her tent, of course, though she had pilfered those quickly, ripping into the bags of dried jerky with a feral growl. That had been harder than Casey had expected too, as a leopard, trying to apply human logic to how she tried to get the packets open, claws digging in but not really getting her anywhere. She had had to tear into the plastic with her teeth in the end, though that had proven to be a much more effective tactic, for which Casey was grateful.

The Fae was not all that interested in her, now that she had been transformed, though Casey was keen to know more. Arabella… That was what she had said her name was? She had delicate wings that seemed to buzz with the vibrations caused by her fluttering them to stay aloft, though the leopard suspected that it was the power of her magic too that allowed her flight. She was pretty, as far as her different eyesight could see, focusing more on movement, sensing the space around her with her whiskers. In a way for her, while she would have taken in the Fae's appearance more if she had been herself still, it was sensory overload.

Casey growled, pawing at the air. She didn't know whether to try to talk using a voice box that no longer worked in the same way that it used to or try to contact the Fae with her mind.

“Grawwwllll… Unnnggghhh…"

She grunted, shaking her head, tail lashing back and forth. Arabella gave her a shrewd look from where she had been hovering inspecting a branch of a nearby tree – a deciduous one. The name of it eluded Casey, though she scented the sharp, bitter tang of the broken bark, exposing the sap, more then than ever. It was not a scent that brought her any joy and the Fae seemed to have been very fixed on it…

“What is it, cat?" Arabella asked, seemingly unimpressed. “Are you trying to say something?"

She grinned, wagging her finger at the leopard.

“You know, cats can't talk," she said primly, her other hand on her hip. “You don't need to talk when you're just being pretty and stalking through the forest. You'll find plenty of friends out here already."

Casey didn't know what that meant, so she focused on the ground, a bare patch of dirt in the light of the morning glow of dawn. It was coming surely, but she didn't feel tired at all as she did her best to draw a messy figure of a cat, another one, her heart pounding all the while and tail lashing as if she was truly agitated. She tried to draw a heart around it, though it was squashed and lopsided, as if a child had drawn it.

Arabella flitted in closer, standing on the ground for once as she peered at the drawing.

“Is that the best you can do with paws and claws – hah! Fine, fine…"

The fairy, or Fae, though Arabella had introduced herself as the latter, snapped her fingers as a burst of sparks leapt from her hand. The leopard yowled and flinched as they sank into her, though the warming glow surrounding her throat soothed her agitation swiftly.

Her throat felt…different. But how? She pawed at it experimentally, careful that time to keep her claws sheathed. To jab herself with them would have been quite embarrassing.

“Go on, talk then," the Fae encouraged her. “Like a cat with your mouth and then the words will translate."

That was weird, but Casey was more than willing to give it a shot.

“I…" She tried, working her tongue around the inside of an unfamiliar mouth, complete with the sharp points of deadly fangs. “I…want…a mate… Not just company. Hey, wow, this is really cool!"

She sounded just like a cat talking, growling and meowing, making all sorts of strange, chuffing noises too that she would never have anticipated being so frequent – but the words came through too. It was as if they were being translated by another the moment they left her lips, even though more communication, between big cats, would have been played out through their body language too, which was not something that Casey was focusing on at that time.

The fairy furrowed her brow briefly.

“More company? But the forest is full of big cats already!"

“There's someone that I miss," Casey confessed. “I want to see them again and I won't see them again if they don't join me out here. They work at a big cat sanctuary."

“Oooohhhh!"

That seemed to have very much caught the fairy's attention and Casey sat expectantly, her tail curled around her forepaws.

“My friend is there, well…" Casey admitted with a tilt of her head, for she could no longer blush in that form and body. “I wanted us to be more than friends. So, maybe we can be mates now?"

“My, oh, my… You have come over to the feline life quickly!"

Arabella cackled in a manner that did not befit such a fine, pretty form, as if a little of her true nature was showing through – just a flicker, so far. But Casey didn't care about that, even if she knew, with a tiny twinge of guilt, that it was wrong to lead a being of mischief to others. It seemed like Arabella would have done as she pleased anyway, though she could have at least saved and protected some people.

Casey, however, had always been ever so slightly aloof, preferring to be alone, struggling to make close bonds with more than one or two people. She had always preferred hanging out on her own, relaxing, finding ways to entertain herself, even if many said that her manners of entertainment, like sprawling out in the hammock in her back garden, were purely lazy. But who was going to say that to Casey anymore, now that she was a leopard?

Everything was set, though things moved a lot more quickly than Casey expected. One moment she'd been a human and the next she was a leopard – and then she was heading to the big cat sanctuary in the middle of the morning with a fairy! It almost seemed like something out of a tall tale, though Casey would have revelled in listening to such a thing, if the opportunity had ever been presented to her to enjoy such a thing.

She shoved down the worrisome notion of what was going on. Jake would love it, she was sure, though it was not as if she could force him to be her mate, after all, no… But she could give him what he had talked about too, for it had been at that very sanctuary that she had met him.

“Right!"

At the sanctuary, having travelled at a speed befitting a magic user like the Fae, the sun was high in the sky. However, it was fortunate indeed for them that a section of the sanctuary appeared to be closed that day for refurbishments, which meant that there would be fewer people around. Of course, Jake would be there, working, for Casey always had his vague schedule hovering in the back of her mind, just so she could try to bump into him a little more often. It had been harmless enough, back then…

Yet she kneaded her paws uncomfortably before the big, metal gates and growled.

“I'm not sure…"

“Oh, come on!"

The fairy waved her off with a scoff and a flip of her blonde hair, though it was not as if Casey and the fairy had the same morals or ethical rulebook, after all. One was able to do as she willed in the world and the other, at the very least, had learned about the consequences of actions and accountability. But now would she even have any of that, because she was a leopard?

Things had changed… And they never would be the same ever again, not even as Casey took in the rough sensation of tarmac under her paws, how it brushed against the dark pads, where they were toughened up already. Her claws tried to extend and yet there was nowhere for them to sink into, the action, for her, merely something from muscle memory that reminded her of gently clenching and unclenching her hands, as if she was trying to exercise her fingers when they were sore.

But there was a lot more to being a leopard than she understood, leaping into the sanctuary after the Fae. And her heart lifted as her eyes tracked the flash of yellow light, glowing as if it was cursed with an ethereal power, jumping from Arabella's fingers to the woman behind the single ticket counter.

“Welcome to Adrienne's Big Cat Sanctuary! How many tickets – hey!"

The attendant leapt back, black hair swishing about her shoulders, eyes wide and wild, a gob of gum dropping from her mouth. Yet her changes came swiftly as Arabella paused briefly only so that she could delight in them, clapping her hands together once with the ticket attendant transforming into a big black panther.

“Ah, that'll suit you better!"

Arabella could not have said whether the attendant would have really wanted to be transformed into a panther or not – though it seemed that they could do more when she ventured from the forest. Purely for the fact that there were more victims out there for her – and that was something truly delightful for the Fae! She relished in using her powers, watching the long stretch of the panther's tail curling and lashing out, the twisting contortion crossing the strange woman's face as her jaws bulged forward, needing to be lined with sharper, more functional teeth. And Arabella had always rather liked cats too, which was why many of those that messed around in her part of the forest did end up transformed into them. Meeting Casey, however, had been a happy accident for finding someone who so openly thrilled in the act of transformation.

Maybe there would be others there just like Casey? If so, that would open up a whole new door of transformations for Arabella…

But there was no time for that, Casey ahead of her as if she didn't quite want to acknowledge what the Fae was doing, though Arabella could sense her heartbeat drumming away. She would have to get used to it, the innocent kitten, for there were going to be a lot more transformations like that first one!

The ticket booth operator dropped to all fours in there, huffing and chuffing, T-shirt pulling too tightly across her upper back and shoulders as the shape of her body changed. The light crunch and clack of shifting bones denoted her spine lengthening, her shoulders re-setting themselves so that she could be positioned on all fours. Her skirt flipped up where she had been wearing it, presumably to keep cool, the waistband stretching and stretching, though it only revealed where black fur was growing all over her body.

What of the mate, however, for Casey? Yes, she had to find that one, had to make good on what would lead into the next stage of Casey's life and transformation… They were but toys to her, after all, and she would do with humans whatever she pleased. It entertained her to find Casey a mate, even if it was someone that Casey had, apparently, known before, though that was all still well and good. If it interested her, she was good with everything.

It was a simple life for a Fae, after all… Or things would have been simple if not for the humans invading more and more of their territory, interfering with the ways of the forest folk… There were fairies out there too, even if humans tended to call everything with wings a fairy. They just couldn't discern one from the other with any kind of discretion or sensitivity at all.

It was just as well it wasn't a pixie that found Casey, in all fairness…

Casey bounded ahead, her fur prickling, hackles raised. It was strange to feel that magic but she tried to reason it away that the fairy was going to do whatever it was that she wanted to do. And that was true, even if the leopard had to make herself feel a little bit better about it still.

ZAP!

Another beam of light, that one as straight and as direct as an arrow loosed from a quiver, jolted through the air, hitting a keeper. He grunted, bending over at the waist, his eyes wide at the sight of the leopard, even though he did not see the fairy at that time. Arabella moved swiftly enough to stay out of the way, just about, though she would make herself known at any time she wanted.

He groaned, back rounding, growing larger, bulkier – a lion! A thick mane of brown hair erupted from around his neck and he clawed at it, a strangled cry breaking his lips. Casey hesitated, one paw raised, as he crumpled, down on his knees, tawny fur bursting free from his skin, though that had to have prickled and itched something terrible. His tail burst free from his beige-brown trousers, something thick and tough enough to stand up to the tasks of his everyday work.

The lion bulked up heavily with muscle, a prime specimen that Casey could not help but admire. She thought that she remembered his name but maybe she would be able to talk to him later, for the lion would be like her in the sense that he would be transformed. He wouldn't be like the other big cats at the sanctuary – and neither would any of the transformed be such.

ZAP!

PING!

BZZZ!

Magic sparked through the air as the fairy laughed, Casey shrinking back from her. It wasn't that she was completely scared, to be fair, but more that she was in awe, just a little bit of her power. She wanted to be a part of it, to see more transformations, though the guests at the sanctuary and the keepers who ended up transformed would all have happy endings and, even if it was a shock to them, no one would be hurt. Beyond the discomforts of transforming itself, that was…

She grunted, licking her lips, though the keeper transforming into a lion looked strange as the markings darkened on his face, around the rise of his muzzle, his nose flattening out and becoming darker. His snout was chunky and his jaw rounding out with muscle that would be required for the biting power that such a creature boasted.

She wouldn't have minded getting to know him a little bit better at another time.

Another keeper transformed, though she darted past them, seeking out Jake, wanting to see him. Soon, they'd seen just where things would take them, if it worked for them to be together! Of course, Casey couldn't see any reason why he wouldn't have loved her in her feline form, for Jake had always loved leopards.

“Oh!"

She chased after Arabella as she zapped another human – did she not even see herself as that anymore? No matter, she had to follow her, dodging as the shoulders of a woman rounded out and her back stretched, tail lashing out into a tiger's stripes. Yet she seemed larger and it crossed Casey's mind that the stranger had to be transforming into a male form, at that size. She knew more than enough about big cats to know that he was going to be a bulky, commanding Siberian tiger at the bare minimum.

But maybe she would get to meet him later, her heart skipping a beat as Jake, finally, stepped out of the keeper's rest shack, a look of confusion crossing his face. It amazed her that she could see that on his face even from such a distance, for it was not as if they were all that close together, no. It was just one of the amazing new things that were at play with her being a leopard.

“Yes?"

Arabella snapped her fingers impatiently, a flutter of sparkling magic leaping and dancing from her fingers without actually going anywhere. The leopard apologetically lifted a forepaw and flicked a tail.

“He likes leopards too," she offered with a hopeful chuff that was very leopard-like, but not like the low, deep tone of a tiger's chuff. “Like me… If he might want to be my mate?"

Arabella rolled her eyes.

“Someone will take you, I'm sure," she said dismissively, but the fact of the matter was that Arabella didn't really care about things like that, no, not when it did not serve her for entertainment. “But a leopard with a richer colour and bigger rosettes…"

Jake didn't have a chance to react, his eyes wide, stepping away from the leopard and the fairy, for Arabella had not even bothered to hide herself that time, not when she was out causing chaos – and he was the subject that she had gone there to the big cat sanctuary to find. He was a moderate specimen of a human, as far as they went, though Casey would have been just as uninteresting to her too as a human. Animals were always going to be so much better than humans, yes, for they did not rip up territory and dive into ancient woodland where they did not belong!

Anger flared within her and she held out both hands towards the human, lips parted to speak in her language, though it made the hairs on the back of the leopard's neck stand on end. Casey reeled, shocked by the sound, everything prickling, tingling, feeling as if she had literally been zapped with a jolt of stark electricity, the kind that flowed through her veins and made her feel as if she had had too close of a brush with death. Maybe that would not be too bad, though it was Jake, of course, who took the shot of power to the chest, jolting backwards and dropping the backpack that he had slung over one shoulder.

“Agh!"

“Don't worry, Jake!"

She bounded up to him the moment that she could, the magic sinking into him as he grunted and heaved, trying to drag in breath to his lungs. His eyes widened, able to hear and understand her even through the cacophony of feline sounds bursting from her lips, though he didn't understand how it could all be possible.

Jake didn't have to understand for the magic to flow through him, Arabella casually zapping a man as he fled, a spilt bucket of fish on the ground nearby. It could have been from him or it could have been from someone else entirely, though the Fae did not care. As long as she got what she wanted out of it, she was keen to see just what was so special about this “Jake" that Casey had wanted so badly.

Casey tried to support Jake, pressing her body up against his and rubbing along his side, for it was not as if she could put her arms around him or hold him or support him in any way, no. That just wasn't doable, as much as she would have liked it to be so. Her tail brushed his hip tenderly and she would have blushed to see herself acting as forward as she was right there and then – but the tables had turned, now that she was a big cat.

He tried to talk, though all that came out was a groan as his jaw expanded, his face dusted with a sprinkling of white and yellow fur, though the rosettes would darken later, along with the finer markings of his face. A leopard, after all, was not just yellow but their fur had different shades running through it, like the darker, almost russet slice atop their nose. And his fur was darker, his nose flattening as he moaned openly, drooling around his teeth as Casey, with avid attention, watched them pull into sharp points.

“I know it aches, Jake, but you're going to get what you've always wanted!"

She was trying to comfort him, even though she knew well enough that it was probably a lot more than what Jake had wanted and laughed about. There was no time to turn back, however, and they were going to have to live with the consequences of her actions, as deliciously tantalising as they could be.

“Unff… Unnnggghhhh!"

His eyes widened, though there was no white ring of fear. He recognised that voice, even though it came to him from a different mouth, all in a way that should not have been possible. And yet Jake didn't know what was happening to his body, not as his spine rang through with stiffness as if he had been sitting for far, far too long.

He tried to stretch, something in his body bidding him to pull everything forward, to work out the kinks, bearing down on his arms with them out before him as if he was an animal and not a man. His mind worked sluggishly, as if it was trying to catch up with the enormity of what was going on, though he barely even knew what was happening. For everything was sensation, present in the moment without looking at the wider picture.

The prickle of fur racing across his skin.

How his spine cricked and cracked as it stretched, longer than it should ever have been as a human.

The tug of his ears up to the top of his head.

How his eyes felt strained and watery, vision blurring, as they adjusted themselves, colours changing, some in greater focus than others.

Jake grunted, though the other feline was right there with him, even if he hardly knew what was happening, what was going on, huffing and grunting, trying to lick his lips, though it was all to no avail. Still, Casey was there to watch, even though Jake could not talk back to her yet, not when he was halfway through a transformation.

She growled softly in the back of her throat, running her tongue out across her dark lips, as he shifted, his fingers shortening into toes, though his arms had to be re-set too, the wrist moving so that it became the bend in the foreleg. For a human on all fours, it would have been as if he was standing on his fingers and toes. He was fortunate, however, that he didn't have to concern himself with changing sex or anything more drastic and, at the very least, he would be familiar with the type of big cat that he was turning into.

Casey butted her head up gently against Jake's, taking in just how his forehead rounded out slightly in that feline brow, the tickle of his ears evident as they smoothed into round edges, tipped with black fur. She shivered as she stayed there, taking in the sensations that were clawing at him, all so that she could share in the experience all over again. If she'd known that she was going to be transforming into a leopard that other night, she would have savoured the experience and let it sink into her.

As it was, she had to take her own kind of pleasure in the tickle of his white whiskers as they grew, tingling where they flicked against her face.

“Mmmm…"

It was a good feeling, a very good feeling, the warm bristle of his fur softening where it layered across his muzzle, his jaws hanging open for the grace of his teeth to line his jaws. Of course, there were already teeth there but they had to be sharper still, filling the space that was allowed for them as he ran his tongue around his mouth, that too even flattening out inside his muzzle.

“Relax into it, Jake," she advised, even though Casey was not in any kind of position to be advising anyone of anything. “It's all going to be okay… Actually, everything is okay, right now. You don't have to worry about anything."

She wasn't sure just how much he heard of her words, what with all the grunting and panting that was coming from his maw, his new tongue fluttering out weakly between his teeth. He didn't seem to know what to do with it, constantly trying to pull it back into his mouth even though he didn't have to.

Jake grappled with his changes, shaking his head, pawing and clawing at his muzzle, though his nails forming into claws that would later slot into his toes, retractable for when that was needed, distracted his attention. It was such a sharp pinprick of sensation that he tried to pull back from it, scrabbling at the concrete under his paws.

“Unff… Nnnggghhhh…"

Nothing made sense. Had he eaten something strange? No… No, he couldn't have, but something very strange was happening, his entire body out of his control, shifting and moving even though he thought that he was staying still. His flesh rippled and his shirt pulled across the back of his neck and his shoulders, tight under his arms, as if it was being pulled in all the wrong directions.

“Grrrrr… Here, I'll…mrowl…help you…"

Was that…Casey? He'd seen her around, rather a lot, and had thought about asking her out, though all there was before him was the leopard that he had been wary of before. Yet they didn't seem to be any threat to him, from his extensive knowledge of big cat behaviour, purring and rubbing against him. In fact, she seemed to be very friendly, even as his nostrils pulled into slits, panting heavily through them and his mouth, which was hanging open at that very moment.

The leopard that he thought was Casey pulled and tugged at his clothes, her teeth sinking into his shirt where it was cutting in under his arms uncomfortably. He didn't know clothes that were too small could bite like that! But he'd always had stuff that fit, had always been lucky in life like that, even if it looked like things were going to be different from then on. Jake didn't know what to think about that, even if there was no room in his body for emotions at that time.

Not as his skin pulled and stretched over his shoulders, his neck cracking as he adjusted his stance. It was more comfortable on all fours, yes, but there was something of a problem there too, wanting to stand, human instinct trying to take in everything visually even as he inhaled through new nostril slits. They were even ever so slightly damp, as if they had to be moist to work better – but that was the natural, very light, mucus on the inside. Nostrils were just like that, though he had not been up close and personal with a big cat's nostrils for quite some time.

The shirt tore down his back as she struggled back and away from him, though not even Casey seemed all that sure on her feet. He was grateful for the relief, his trousers taut around his hips, though he had fur covering him at least so that he did not feel completely naked. That helped as she growled and lunged for one of his strained trouser legs, loose around the bottom and increasingly tight at the top.

“Gnnnggghhh…"

She grunted, trying to get a better hold on them, though the animal smells infused into the cloth were already assaulting her senses. Yeuch! That wasn't nice, even more unpleasant than smelling the musky reeks of the big cats when they were more fragrant than usual. But the scent of a male marking his territory, which was in the hem of his trousers, contained information for her too, even though the human part of Casey was revolted.

He shook his head, trying to regain control over himself. But what was curling and pushing back and forth from the base of his spine? It felt like something was hanging over his buttocks, twisting and winding, though it was too much, too much sensation, especially where Casey, if it was indeed her, was dragging his work trousers from him. Her sharp teeth didn't seem bothered at all by the tough fabric, easily digging in and slicing all the way through, ripping them free from his body.

He was not naked underneath – well, he was, kind of. But the yellow and black spotted fur made it look like he was completely covered, a layer of fluff that protected him, thickening up a little more between his legs. His shaft felt weird too, as if it was retreating – but kind of as if it was still there too. No, no… It didn't feel at all as if Jake was losing his shaft as the smooth flesh slid back into a fold of flesh.

Oh! Yes, he knew what that was! Jake trembled in anticipation, the first flicker of raw need curling through him, as if it had been picked up in the pit of his belly, drawing on his attention when he didn't know what else at all he could focus on. The trousers tore all the way free from him as Casey tossed them aside, spitting them out and pawing at her muzzle as if she was trying to get something out of her muzzle, though it was a very human action.

He would have smiled if he had been able but, as it was, Jake relaxed. He was there, with Casey… Whatever was happening, he was not hurt… No. He felt stronger than ever, standing tall, wriggling his toes, feeling the strange, sliding sensation of his claws sheathing and unsheathing, how he could control that. His toes stretched and flexed and he tried to shake himself off as his skin stretched, containing his slightly lengthening torso, his belly sweeping up to the point of his hind legs in a powerful line.

He purred, trying to lick his lips, though Casey was there, supporting him, nuzzling into him, all with a low, almost throaty purr. Arabella smiled, tapping a finger against her nose as she hovered above them, casually zapping a couple of bystanders that had gotten just a bit too curious for her liking.

“Maybe I am something of a matchmaker, after all…"

But neither Casey nor Jake was listening to her. They only spared a moment for the people that had been caught by Arabella's power, transforming into a snow leopard and an ocelot, though the latter was a smaller sort. That didn't matter, however, for Arabella still did what she wanted on a whim, adding to her collection of big cats, though it was true that the transformed humans (becoming cats) would not be able to live at the big cat sanctuary.

No… She would be able to watch them running through the forest, living their best lives. She wouldn't have to take care of them but, in their own way, they would assist in restoring the balance of the forest, needing the big, natural predators that humankind had sought so hard to eradicate.

Casey and Jake didn't need to know about that, however, not as she purred and leaned into Jake, the feline almost perfectly transformed. His whiskers quivered as they lengthened just a little bit more, his eyes richly shaded, gleaming with intelligence, even though they were very much of a feline shape and persuasion. He blinked twice and grunted, swishing his tail, a shred of his trousers hanging halfway down the length that he flicked off.

“Mmmph… Case… Casey?"

Her heart surged.

“Yes! It's me, Jake!"

Of course, she was still talking in the feline language, though their words came through more naturally that time, as if they were just talking man to woman. She rubbed against him as the finer, smaller spots layered down his body, adding subtle definition to his larger, more defining markings, the thicker fur on his underbelly and between his hind legs protecting his sheath and furred balls.

She wanted more though… He could have moved away if he wanted to, the smaller muscles in his shoulders and neck settling into place, ligaments strengthening where they would be needed – for a human form was very much not a leopard form. Casey, however, ducked under him while all the final nuances of his transformation eased into him, giving the leopard a sense of finality and sureness in his new body.

The first Jake knew of her poking at him and investigating was the curious rasp of her tongue against his sheath.

“Unff!"

He gave a strangled grunt and a hiss, as if he couldn't work out which cry he wanted to go for, and pulled back from her. That was too much! One thing that neither had accounted for was the fact that a feline tongue was rougher and raspier, intended to strip prey of meat from bone. She couldn't treat him as she had before, even as something in the male leopard responded to her sharply, a ripple going through his body.

“Casey…"

That time he said her name with a rumbling growl, licking his lips carefully, eyes sparkling with desire. Everything seemed simpler as a leopard. If he was going to be a leopard then he was going to take his pleasure, he was going to live his life. It was not as if it felt at all like human concerns mattered anymore, though perhaps his mind slipping easily into that mindset was an aftereffect of the transformation.

He'd have plenty of time, however, to work all of that out.

He rolled obligingly onto his back at Casey's prompting, something tangling between them, though it was not up to either leopard to work out what was going on between them. If they were big cats, they could lean into the moment and take all that was offered to them, lust and arousal pressing up urgently against one another, bustling and hustling insistently for dominance. Thankfully for them, those two things went hand in hand.

He grunted under her as Casey purred, loving his acceptance. She'd never thought that things could be that intoxicating between them, but the moment was right as she explored, more carefully, with her nose and muzzle, even her lips. Her tongue, however, had to be played very carefully over the side of his sheath, closer to the base where it was not quite as sensitive, though his fur clumped together under her tongue. That was not to be helped as she ran her nose over his balls, inspecting him, avoiding the feline's legs so that she could get in close to Jake.

“Jake…" She rumbled, tail anxiously lashing the air as need pulled at her, something feeling like it was lurching in her lower abdomen, though it was hard for her to put words to it, all in a new body. “I… I should have said that…I wanted to go out with you before, see if you liked me… And I led the fairy here."

He wrinkled his nose, though didn't feel worried about that at all. It just didn't seem possible, not as he finally got to take on a body that he had dreamed about, even if Jake had never even thought it could be possible.

“Then why don't you have me?" He growled, getting up slowly, his body slowly coming more and more under his control. “Mmmm… This is amazing…"

He growled, seeing only the leopardess before him, how she turned her back seductively on him, inviting his eye down the playful lines of her body. There was no humanity left in his physical form anymore as he groaned and pushed up over her back, the new sensation of his cock pushing from his soft sheath clawing at him. It felt natural to be doing that – but she hunkered down to the ground for him too, right there out in the open, as if there could not be any difference in their mating and that of real big cats.

Dimly, Casey was aware of a couple of flashes of light streaking through the air as more humans were transformed, though she didn't get to see the fur bursting from their bodies, how their hands swelled into big, powerful paws. No… She was too busy following instinct as she laid down, her tail pushed off as much to the side as she was able, all to allow his cock to press up under her tail as he adjusted the angle of his hips. The male leopard got a better position as he rounded his back end down and around to grind up against her and press in, the tip of his cock finding her slit.

Their growls rose, though there were many different sensations going on for them. From the heated press of his dick into her pussy, as a leopard, for the very first time, to the ruffle of fur up against one another, how smooth and soft it was. There was too much to take in all at once, even as her tail tried to lash, bunched up muscle wanting to move even though she ached for more, to have him take her, breed her, claim her!

Her mind followed a single track, as if she really was a big predator following the scent of a prey trail. But it was much more lustful than that as his barbs caught and raked through her pussy, the male on top of her struggling to find a rhythm as he took her. Yet wasn't Casey taking him as much as he was taking her? That was up for debate, though it was all in the pursuit of lust, bringing two bodies together in heated arousal that, one way or the other, had to be spent.

And she was more than okay with that, need overcoming the pain, for there had to be some there with the spines on his cock. They were not like fantasy material but real and raw, stimulating her to ovulate as she clawed at the ground and endured the rake of them through her cunny with every trembling fibre of her being. That was all she could do, lusting for it, ducking her head, even her shoulders trying to round forward in a very human-like motion, even if she was not human anymore.

And she would not be, not ever again.

Arabella had left, leaving the two of them there to enjoy one another. She wasn't interested in their love affair and mating, only the transformations, mischief-making and seeing just how far her powers could go. But that suited Casey just fine as his hips worked and pumped, thrusting her full of every inch of shaft that she could ever have wanted.

Because she'd been head over heels infatuated with the feline that that cock was attached to. It wasn't about the sex but it was about the connection, even though the sex was mind-blowing too. Sex as a woman… Oh, it was nothing compared to exploring her true, leopard form!

“Mmmmph… Ohhh…" She moaned, though even a moan sounded different coming from her lips. “Yes… Oh… Oh, Jake, yes. You can…mmm…go harder!"

He tried for her, even though the leopard was still somewhat scraping and scrabbling. It was hard for him, trying to follow the line of his arousal and what Casey wanted for him (though that more than paired up with what he ached for too), while he was still getting used to his new body. Honestly, a part of the leopard was reeling from it still, hardly able to comprehend that he would never again walk on two legs – but there was a lot more left for him to learn and understand.

That could come later, however, as a feral instinct swamped him, infusing his senses, lips parted in half a snarl, though it was not aggressive in any way. He just had to have her, had to take her, relishing in every second of it and even allowing the little grunting grinds of her hips back at him to take him even deeper into her pussy. She squeezed around him – well, she tried to. Her body just didn't work the same way as it did before and there were a lot of finer details that she had to take in also, ways to move.

She had managed to run all the way there, with the fairy's help but, well…that didn't mean that she was fully in control of her body. That would come in time, though she was more than okay with it as long as she was with Jake.

She was fortunate, very much so, that she was able to be with him, to stay with him. If she had had to do it all alone, even if Arabella had shown some interest in her, she would have been lonelier. It was always going to be better with company, especially with him pounding her pussy, his thrusts growing in confidence and depth with every stroke.

He needed more, so much more, from her – and she was more than willing to give it to him. Words deserted Casey entirely as she stopped trying to talk in her old language and gave in to yowls and growls, finally fully embracing her new feline form. It had been something that she had been, inadvertently, holding back from, though perhaps the truth of the matter was that she had been holding back from Jake the whole time. She had to lean into and truly accept her new body to feel everything, even though a little jolt of need went through her every time his cock sank particularly deep or hit a sweet spot inside her.

She moaned, losing control, though neither one of them had ever really been in control, not when they had both been so easily changed by the fairy. They were from another time and place in the composition of the world and the names that the fairies would use would forever be interchangeable – as much so as the transformations that they laid on such unwilling victims.

But that was the way of it, forever and always, letting the aftershocks of their play ripple through the world, as if there was one way and only one way for them to take all in hand.

Casey grunted, orgasm approaching, though it was hard for the leopard to tell with her body feeling so tight already, never having experienced an orgasm as a leopard before. All manner of scents assaulted her nose as she chuffed and tried to rake in deeper breaths, all to no avail. Her flanks shuddered as she took in air, though orgasm was coming, building and building, even though she could never have said before whether a leopard's body was even capable of orgasm. Maybe it was because she had been human before?

Yet she yowled as the raking spines on his cock dug into her perfectly, roughly and crudely forcing her body up and over the edge, as if Casey had never been meant to be holding back in the slightest. She would have climaxed earlier if she had known how to, yet was left huffing and panting, pleasure rolling through her, her pussy even contracting erratically around his cock with every heaving wave. The effect on the male leopard was as shocking as him mounting her, shuddering with a lash of his tail and a yowl that dominated even hers.

And he thrust harder, as if he had been waiting the whole time just to show her what it was that he was capable of, everything that he could give her, slamming in repeatedly. Her pussy was too sensitive as he pulled through her, yet she took every thrust as if she had prepared for it, merely exulting in the new closeness of his body, his heat sinking into her.

“Unff… Casey!"

Yet it was her name on his lips as he snarled in orgasm, hunching down, his back end hooked around her to use every last inch of his cock, tail flicking agitatedly. Jake could not have kept it still, no, and there was no reason for him to either, not as he let her take his weight and kept thrusting and thrusting through climax.

Pleasure swamped him, threatening to drag him under as if he had fallen into a lake after the rains had come, but Jake rode them out. He could not pull back too far as he spilt his load deep inside her, bareback and risking it all, not with instinct driving him on. He would even have been comfortable staying rammed up into her as deep as it was possible to go, though remaining human nuances made him thrust, to keep going as he knew how to.

But it was okay, all okay, even if the leopard effect was spreading further and new cats were showing off their spots as they never had done before. He didn't know what was to come, though Jake could still relish in the solid security of his leopard body, how everything simply felt settled through him, as if it was the body that he'd always had. Of course, things were going to feel very different for him after he tried to move and run, but that could come in time. After all, it had not taken Casey all that long to get used to her new body, so there was going to be plenty more at play.

With his cock still buried inside her, he nuzzled into the line of her spine, up to the back of his neck. He was not rough with his teeth, however, not as he nipped and purred, letting his tongue play out as he groomed her. With her fur protecting her skin, that was one way in which their feline tongues could be used, no longer worrying about the rough, raspy nature of them.

There would be very little, either way, for the leopards to worry about. All would be taken care of for them, for, besides filling their bellies and resting, they would have very few needs ahead of them.

“I knew you'd be the perfect mate…" Casey purred, trying to press her hind paws into the ground to arch up against him. “I wish I could have given you more warning."

Jake shook his head, parting his dark lips in a feline grin.

“That wouldn't have been as fun…"

As unconventional as it was, they had found one another in just the right way.

They nuzzled into one another, sharing the moment, even as the screams and cries of others transforming at the big cat sanctuary cut through the air. Even then, it would not be enough to disturb their peace.

And all would be fine, in the end.