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[b]Intro:[/b]

It's a little bit like being in heat. Ashgar knows the feeling well by then, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. The druid's ordinary form is already a proud hybrid of species, mixing lizard and bear to handsome effect, but of course no keeper of the woods can call himself such without a particular talent for shapeshifting. When the summer warmth rises to its peak, he always finds himself especially susceptible to changing his form, whether intentionally or purely by accident. It looks like it's time to stalk through the lands he calls his and utilize that unstable state to its fullest.

Horny, hungry, and ever ready to test his own powers of transformation, he paces through the day in search of unfamiliar scents. It doesn't take him long to find one. Sniffing at the air has the effect of getting him a little excited already. And making his mouth water. Sex alone is probably enough to help him claim a new form for future shapeshifting, but if he's truly determined to enhance his abilities, he's going to have to eat someone today. Maybe a few someones, if he's so lucky.

He has the advantage on the intruder, but he's not going to simply pounce from the shadows. Seduction is just as viable for getting what he wants. Besides, even for a forest-dweller, he's still a gentleman. No reason not to demonstrate his wild manners.

[b]Mahiri: [/b]

The leather-clad leopardess definitely isn't a typical denizen of the woods. He can tell that much by the way she moves around. Her shifty steps might be silent when she's sneaking around on cobblestone or creeping her way through a dark castle to liberate their treasure vaults, but in the forest, she's as noisy as a bear, at least to him. He's not sure what exactly she's looking for, poking at the roots of trees, or brushing her hands through the grass, but it doesn't matter much. Not when his eyes are already taking in her supple form, all hugged tight in black leather, watching her tail swishing as she searches.

He clears his throat.

That gets her attention. She whirls around, daggers drawn, eyes flashing their emerald glow in the shade. Getting a good look at him and his unaggressive stance seems to calm her down, though she doesn't put those blades away just yet.

"Ah. You must be the resident druid. Are you the relaxed and groovy type, or more [i]death to the outsiders?"[/i]

Good question. While he's never considered intrusion itself a capital offense, destruction of nature certainly would be. It doesn't seem like she's harmed any of the trees she's been poking around at, though her presence and appearance alike are certainly suspicious. He eyes her up and down, and finds her doing the same. Whether she's assessing him as a threat, or simply checking him out is hard to say for certain. It's probably a little of both. For that reason, his mind brims with two possibilities.

She is armed and no doubt dangerous, but that form of her is so utterly desirable. If he could steal those spots from her, along with other useful feline traits, he would have so much to work with in future shifted forms. That of course comes with great risks, but a sneaky type like her is surely less deadly when she doesn't have the element of surprise. Such a feast she would make. His mouth is already watering. That's not the only part of him that's stirring, of course.

Looking her over, head to toe, he can't help but take repeated note of just how well she fills out her leathers. Shapely yet nimble, ample and athletic all in one, she's just the sort to tent a loincloth with a mere glance. Breeding with her might not accomplish his goals for the day quite so well, and it promises to be a draining, even exhausting affair, but it's so much less risky. Shall he give her a proper welcome and cast aside all thoughts of consumption, or shall he focus solely on his goal - and his appetite?

• "I'm here to give you a druid's welcome."

• "The latter, unfortunately."

[b]Breed Mahiri:[/b]

"I'm simply here to give you a druid's welcome. You know, of course, what I mean by that."

The flirtatious look she gives him from under her hood confirms she does. He can already hear and even [i]feel[/i] her rumbles from afar. Her tail swishes from side to side like a whip with her rising excitement.

"Is it true you types can change your form? I've always wondered about the particular [i]applications[/i] of that. If you follow."

He arches a brow. Of course he knows what she means.

"You might be asking for a little more than you think."

"I've never let caution distract me from what I really want."

He chuckles. "Well. If that's how you wish to play it, I shall not deny you what you crave."

The shapeshifting process is as exerting as it is strangely pleasurable. There's a miniature burst of ecstasy every time he transforms, especially into a form in which he is especially comfortable. He's already bigger than her where he stands. Altering himself into a more beastly form, with all the heft of a bear, and the lengthy tongue and hybrid cock of a lizard, he thumps down on all fours before her with enough force to knock her briefly off balance. She's anything but startled. He sees the greedy lust lighting up in her eyes, leading to her drawing her tongue along her dark lips.

"Fuck yes."

The urge to charge her right then is present, but he manages to suppress it in favour of waiting for her to strip down. It seems she has great practice with such a process, quickly tugging at various buckles and straps to loosen her armour and toss it aside as freely as she throws caution to the wind. His cock pushes up against his hefty underside just watching those pretty rosettes being unveiled, swelling to its full, flexible, knotted size and shape. It curled slightly with every throb, ever so ready to touch and stimulate her everywhere she doesn't usually get to feel.

Once her tits are out and her bare pussy glistens in the light shining through the trees, all bets are off. He gives a bearish grunt and a seductive hiss alike to communicate all she needs to know. Gesturing down at herself with an expectant glance, as if to ask why he hasn't bothered to pounce her yet, she leaves herself wide open to his advances. It might be a good moment to turn things around and surprise her with his appetite, but all he can think about is mounting, rutting, and breeding that pretty kitty. Lumbering forth with slowly building but nonetheless tremendous momentum, he can't help but barrel right into her, exactly as she seems to desire.

Knocking her flat and smothering her in enormous, heavy bear-lizard, he finds her lips with his own to completely overtake her muzzle in wet, sloppy kisses. Or his equivalent of such, at the least. Slurping all over her face and through her lovely red hair gives him a good taste of her, but even better is dipping his big head down to suck on her neck, to kiss her on the chest, and eventually to fit one of her fat tits entirely in his mouth. That requires a good kneading with his lips, even a bit of a nibble before he moves on to nuzzle into her belly. His reward throughout all the messy, heavy-handed attention he's lavishing on her is the sound of her soft moans, and the constant, soothing rumble emanating from her body into his.

That feral form is perfect for opening wide and wrapping his whole mouth around her pussy at once. Her taste floods his senses, warming him, making him even harder than he already is. He drips for her as he sucks her sex and stuffs his tongue inside her without a hint of mercy. The wriggling, flexible slurper he sports is perfect for stimulating her more than she can even handle. From sweet moans to more aggressive shrieks and yowls, she's soon screaming like the big cat she is while the hybrid eats her out and tonguefucks her to the brink, to a clenching, oozing, soaking edge where he keeps her for as long as she can stand it.

It doesn't take long before she's kicking and squirming so much she's a little dangerous. She [i]thwacks[/i] him with a paw, but his heavy form simply shrugs it off and goes at her all the harder. [i]Schlup[/i] and [i]schlurp[/i] goes his tongue before he finally withdraws it, leaving her to quiver beneath him, steaming with lust, soaking her thighs as thoroughly as she drenched his tongue in her flavour.

She might be mewling for him already, but he can hear the subtle growls rising in her throat. Working up a big cat and denying her what she wants is a great way to get one's face scratched, as he's learned well through the years. She's no different. All it takes is a playful swat of her shoulder to encourage her into the position he wants. Mounting up on her kneeling self from behind, pinning her face and bust to the grass under his bulk, he swiftly finds his spot. Lining his hybrid cock up with her needy pussy. With her warmth radiating out over his shaft, he simply has no choice but to slide it in and stretch her out around his flexible girth.

Such a yowl he gets for that. He's pretty sure it's a good one. She's pushing back into him as if to greedily envelop even more of his cock before he's ready to give it. Even his altered form has to grunt at the feeling of her so aggressively squeezing on him, bucking those hips into his body for more. She's not about to let such a thing as being mounted by a creature the full size and strength of a bear lessen her enthusiasm. He squelches smoothly between a pair of slick folds, delving deep inside the leopard's body, bottoming out once he has his knot kissing against her lips with a wet, messy smooch of sorts. Now it's time to rut her.

That feisty side of her is swiftly suppressed by the sheer strength of the bear-lizard fucking her into the dirt. Pumping hard, throwing his weight around, Ashgar grunts in her ear and slams his cock inside her hard enough to shake her up and down. He gets a good plap of his balls to her thighs going, thudding deeply, inelegantly. That's no lovemaking, that's a beastly pounding she's getting, and she's ever so tight around him the whole time. The way she's flexing and kneading his dick with every thrust he gives her is all the indication Ashgar needs to keep going.

Nibbling and slurping her alike, sometimes playing with her loose scruff between his teeth keeps her right where he wants her. And that's all sprawled out, legs spread, tail lifted, and ass bouncing on impact with his every commanding thrust. Their heated rut soon has the juices flying all over the forest, marking down the soil with their brutal courtship. He gnaws her, sucks on her, slurps her, even claws her a little, and she never seems to mind. Well, she's screaming like the big cat she is, but that's just what felines sound like then they're horny.

He fucks her until she's quivering beneath him, until she's collapsed flat and sprawled beneath him. That's no reason to slow down. Jiggling all her juiciest places with every thrust, plunging into her, kissing her with that knot until her pussy lips finally start to spread around it, he projects his bellows and grunts of pleasure right into her ears. A little ringing never hurt. With driving, plapping fury, he drives that knot inside her at last, feeling it lock inside and set her off in an instant. Soon he has a rocking, pumping, climaxing kitty pussy all wrapped around his cock and a squirmy cat pinned beneath him, making all her screechiest noises.

One more solid slam is all it takes. He bucks hard and thrusts inside her at full force, drooling all over her head in the process. Cum erupts from his cock and fills her in an instant, flooding her, drenching her, gushing right into her womb until she's swelling and gravid with the load getting pumped out by his thick, flexing balls. She doesn't let such a mess go unanswered. Squirting hard on him with a piercing yowl that makes even him flinch, she absolutely drenches him in the juices he's helped milk out of her with his feral ferocity. He fucks her a few more times just to keep her clenching on him, to help drain every single drop from his nuts he can, and leaves her simmering in the overflow that pours past even his knot. The imperfect seal makes a steamy, sex-scented mess out of both of them,

Holding himself inside her a little longer, letting his orgasm slow and her body stop quivering beneath him, he sighs. It's a moment to savour, but not for long. Soon after he starts the process of pulling out of her, getting that fat knot unwedged even if it makes her growl at him a little. A few failed tugs make her body jolt, and then another makes him pop free. The feeling is satisfying enough that he simply has to flatten his ears with pleasure and shoot a few more ropes all over her back. Such a mess of those pretty spots he's made, leaving rivers flowing between them, connecting one to another when she's not simply whited out by the load of hybrid cum clinging to her.

Rubbing his cock off on her side, he rises up from her with a satisfied smirk. She'll walk again when she's ready, he's sure. With a little lick to the back of her head, he's up again. A quick shift back into his ordinary form leaves him slightly less hung before, but no softer. She's looking spent, so he's just going to have to find another way to satisfy his ongoing rut, even if he's feeling a little worn out after all that. It was fun to fuck and probably knock her up, but that's not why he's out there. His journey continues.

[b]Eat Mahiri (Success): [/b]

"The latter, unfortunately."

She won't see this coming. For as casual as his answer might be, the change in his form is anything but. Casting off his two-legged appearance and soon thudding down onto all fours with a suitably beastly roar, he presents to her the full, intimidating presence of a four-legged lizard-bear. All the ursine heft on display is already more than enough to defeat a lone feline, but his long, lashing tongue is just the sort of thing he needs to trip her up when she tries to use that roguish agility against him.

It's not much of a fight. He rushes her and takes a swipe at her, which she manages to avoid, but it's that tongue of his that proves the deciding factor. He snaps it out and snags her ankle with it, which helps him take her down before she gets a chance to counterattack. The fall disarms her, and that's the perfect moment to pounce. Pinning her down beneath his enormous weight, huffing right in her face, drooling on her, he gives her a good idea of what's about to happen. With his paws planted firmly on her shoulders and his hefty underside absorbing the impact of her kicking struggles, he opens wide to give her an even better clear, and a fine look at the humid confines of his expansive maw.

That same tongue that proved so effective in defeating her is just as useful for eating her. He curls it around her neck and head alike like a scarf, coiling tight to draw her in between his teeth. Whatever clever last-second quip she might have just attempted, it ends up muffled in his mouth. There will be no charming her way out of this one. Even if he's tolerated visitors before without calling them intruders, today that doesn't matter. He needs her in his stomach, to learn more of her form and how he can use it to enhance his own. That it feels good wrapping his mouth around the rise of her bust beneath her light armour is simply an extra benefit.

That layer of protection should digest just fine with the rest of her. He's certainly not stopping. Gobbling and guzzling with the help of his dragging tongue and his shoving paws alike, he engulfed her curvy frame between his lips and teeth, slathering her in drool, muffling her protests in the grip of his gulping gullet. Dragging her inwards swallow by swallow serves to spread her succulent flavour all over his palate, even through the armour. He makes sure to linger on the good spots, to drag his tongue between her thighs just to feel the heat emanating from her covered sex. Some hidden part of her quivers at the very feeling of sliding down his gullet. He can tell.

Shaking her around with her legs flailing about until her boots slip off her feet eventually gives him a good angle to tip his jaws back and point her paws towards the sky. Slurping her legs down as quickly as he can produces all sorts of sloppy [i]schlurps[/i] and splashes of spit soaring off in all directions. It cascades down his chin and bulging gullet alike as he finishes off his rapidly ingested meal. One more slurp along her wiggling toes to really make her squirm before she's gone.

Tossing his head back harshly preps him for the big, satisfying [i]GULP[/i] to follow. He drags her down in one last heavy swallow, forcing her to sag his swelling gut. The bulge of leopard prey swings beneath him once he's steady on all fours. He wiggles just a little to watch it jiggle all the more. A satisfied lick across his slathered chops and even a soft, warm belch to proclaim his triumph is all it takes to finish such an excellent meal. Now he just needs somewhere to curl up and rest her off.

Flopping over on his side with his back against a tree, and his sloshing gut laid out on the grass starts the process of converting the squirming rogue into part of him. He pats her with one big paw a few times, getting a thump back from a fist or elbow or the like. It doesn't bother him. Another belch helps speed things alike at a much faster rate than natural. Of course, anything he does is natural, in its own way. With the control over his body that he has, he doesn't have to waste time with a digestive nap.

The heavy churning and [i]glurrrrn[/i] of assimilating her fine body has her wriggling all the more. He doesn't pay too much attention to what's going on in there. There's plenty of fat and muscle alike between her and the outside world, cushioning the blows of the cat who very much would prefer not to be digested into lizardbear pudge. Gurgling right through her leather and getting down to her spots starts the process of turning her to slop, of absorbing her, draining her of nutrients and transformative potential alike. He sighs out and even gets a little hard when he feels his stomach squeezing tighter and tighter around her softening form, smoothing over those tender curves. It's only a matter of time before she's all his, absorbed into that great, solid gut and nicely distributed all throughout his shapeshifting body.

For now, he savours the feeling of having her a little longer. His cock fills out to its full length over the process of digesting her whole. He's not sure what it is about the feeling of her slowly succumbing to his digestives, of her softening and slipping down, softened to the point of unrecognizable, that turns him on so much. Maybe it's just how satisfying it is to claim such a large, meaty meal. That bust, those hips, that juicy butt - all his. One more good lick over his chops to sample the last of her lingering flavour precedes the final, fading [i]blurprrp[/i] of his belly. After that it's nothing but some gentle groaning as he processes the rest of the motionless meat inside him.

That's when he raises his head from his paws and stretches himself out, slowly returning to his regular shape. He can still feel her inside him, vaguely, keeping his belly making noises even as he prepares to continue on his journey. Digesting the leopardess has him feeling energized, has his transformative potential even stronger, and has given him the urge to fuck something hard. Those are all good things, as far as he's concerned, but better still is the feline form he can feel waiting within him. In the right circumstances, he's ready to play the part of a big cat himself, perhaps even borrow some of her femininity if it suits the situation. He'll just have to see if such circumstances present themselves.

[b]Eat Mahiri: (Failure)[/b]

There's no need to exert himself and change his shape to claim her. All he needs to do is flood her senses in his pheromones. That requires a subtle enough shift she won't even notice. The air clouds with the sweet, arousing scent that makes her immediately flare her nostrils before she can even say anything. She furrows and squints at him, then steps back with a little gasp, her legs already visibly shaky. He has her.

"What did you just ... what did you [i]give[/i] me?"

He doesn't bother to answer. Stepping forward, ready to seduce her right into his gullet, he instead stops. Something's wrong. Did he give her too much? She's shaking all over like she's about to burst right out of her outfit. Perhaps he's underestimated her. A rising growl in her throat accompanies her starting to claw and tear at her outfit. In her flustered state, she takes a while to find the proper straps to loosen things and climb out of her clothes. The reason for that is clear enough once she's mostly naked. Not only is she achingly hard, visibly throbbing as her cock swells right out of its sheath in all its glossy black glory, she's [i]growing[/i].

Not all over. It's just her shaft itself that's getting bigger, and judging by the rumbling coming from the leopardess, the strain is driving her nearly mad. She's still plenty distracted. If he really wants to, he might be able to surprise her right now, but instead he simply watches. He has to admit it's fascinating. He intended to make her irresistibly wet, ready for his cock, but looks like he guessed wrong. Her dick just keeps growing until it's pressing up near her chest, dripping a bead of precum from the flexing slit so thick he can hear it splash to the ground when it finally falls.

Then there's the scent. She's projecting pheromones of her own, as if reflecting them right back at him. He breathes deeply before he thinks about what he's doing. Fill himself up with an absolutely enchanting dose of feminine musk has his mouth watering, but not in hunger anymore. He's about ready to do anything to get a taste of her. Reaching out to help support her, to keep her cock from making her topple right over, he strokes along the base as it flexes and pulses its way to half the size of her entire body. Only then does it stop expanding, leaving the cat swinging a pair of nuts that covers the entirety of her spotty thighs, and gripping an engorged cock so hefty it's a struggle just to remain standing.

She manages to relax a little, sighing once it stops growing. Stroking it a few times in Ashgar's face, her expression grows a little more devious each moment. Her words are underlined by a seductive purr, as if he needs any help getting turned on when he's basking in her wafting warmth.

"Is that what you meant to do? Silly druid. You're going to help me deal with this now, right? I can feel a [i]hunger[/i] unlike anything I've ever felt before ..."

Before he can give her an answer, she eases forth, pressing the tip of her dick right against his face. He kisses it, slowly pushing his tongue forth to lap at her precum. The temptation to stick it right inside overcomes him, and her rumbles tell him she doesn't mind. Licking up her juices from the inside out, easing closer and closer until he has his muzzle pressed right up against the tip of that hugely engorged feline shaft, he's soon doused in her precum. It's absolutely gushing out of her. She hisses or [i]rowls[/i] every time she spurts especially hard on him. Yet for all the slurping attention he gives her, it's still not enough. That much is evident by her insistent thrusting.

It doesn't take long before he finds himself slightly stuck inside her. Pushing past the initial licking and instead letting his muzzle wedge right into her overgrown dick leaves him swimming in her scent and taste alike. It's so thoroughly pleasant that he can't even begin to pull back. He simply doesn't have the willpower. Or maybe it's because her cock tightens up around his face the moment she can feel him inside of her. The tight, yet slippery grip keeps him locked in place, and then it begins to tug.

He's not sure if it's even her doing it. Maybe her body is working all on its own to sate the hunger he's accidentally given her. Surging suddenly down the slick tunnel of her shaft, he finds himself engulfed to the shoulders, enduring the rolling waves of flexing working all around his head. She gives a moan and her voice quavers as she steps back, pulling him right along with her. Leaning her back against a tree helps to brace her for what's to come. After that, she's not holding back. The gripping, squeezing, slurping hold of her cock pulls him inwards, and it's not letting go.

Ashgar attempts to pull back far too late. She's already overtaken his shoulders, making them bulge beneath the veiny, ebon flesh of her shaft. Swallowing loudly around him in what sounds just like gulping, she swallows him towards her balls inch by inch. It eventually results in pulling him right up to his toes, then off his feet. That doesn't matter to her. She can hold him up with the sheer power of her overbearing lust alone. He plunges into her massive cat cock, doused in musk, soaked to the skin in her juices all the way down. Of course he's stiff the whole time. Drinking in that much of her horny feline scent is simply irresistible, even if he knows he's in danger.

A kick of his legs accomplishes little more than splashing the juices clinging to him all over the forest floor. She marks their surroundings in the precum that sprays out around him, when it's not simply gushing right into his mouth. He's swallowed what feels like gallons of her juices by the time he gets to her balls. Getting dunked headfirst under her fresh cum leaves him briefly drowning, but he's able to curl up safely once she's swallowed more of him.

Just like that, with a misty splash of sex through the air, and she polishes him off. He's been devoured right off his feet by her transformed cock, and now he dwells inside her balls, sagging down them so low she simply has to sit to deal with all the heft sloshing around inside her bloated sac. Her spunk soaks him from all sides, drenching him, marking him, and more. It feels as if it's getting right through his skin, invading him, claiming him. The first rumble of her nuts is his hint at what's to come, and then the heavy churning that overtakes him makes it obvious.

He barely gets a chance to fight back. Seconds after his arrival, and her balls are working all on their own, clenching up intensely around his body with a sloppy [i]glorp[/i], forcing cum into his gasping mouth. With no choice but to swallow it, he cries out over the digestive noises to try to explain how she might reverse things, how she might be able to stop her ravenous nuts before it's too late. She's far too busy snarling and stroking her shaft with both hands to listen to him, flashing her teeth to the skin as a roar builds in her throat.

The punchy, aggressive clenches of her nuts around him force him deeper into the cum around him. It sinks into his skin, overtaking him, transforming him, weakening him. He's so overpowered by the scent he's ready to pass out, but it doesn't seem like he'll even get the opportunity. She's working faster, harder, [i]glurping[/i] loudly with every straining squeeze. Some part of him sinks inwards under the pressure, softened by the cum that seems intent on absorbing him from the inside. Then another, leaving him gurgling his words out as he gets smoothed over and assimilated by the leopard's hungry balls.

Her stroking only grows more intense, shooting precum all over the grass until it puddles around her in the heat of the moment. Bellowing out her feline sounds for all the forest to hear of her pleasure, she pumps up around Ashgar so tightly he feels as if he's going to collapse inwards. Instead, she releases that tension, only to do it again, and hold it longer this time. Another part of him gives way under the pressure, then another, until he wonders if he's even himself anymore. Everything that was once distinct about him has been melted away, polished off by the [i]glut glut glut[/i] of her balls finishing him off. Yet he remains intact, if as little more than a lump, a vague shape inside her, right up until the very last clench.

Snarling her way to a full-throated roar in the ecstasy of victory, she tightens up around him at full force and holds on until he's been thoroughly, utterly [i]squished[/i]. From solid shape to smoothly liquefied with a great surge of pressure, all that's left is the groaning of her balls as they fill out to fully round and smooth once more with the swelling contribution of all that extra cum. He remains inside her for no more than five more seconds. She's jerking herself madly, pulling the skin back and forth, milking out a true excess of juices that still pales in comparison to the great release she's made out of him.

An Ashgar-fuelled cumshot from her giant cock is everything she wants it to be. It's a flooding, gushing, absolutely massive release of pressure and flood of pleasure all at once. Her roar continues for as long as she can sustain it, but eventually it quivers down into cries and moans of bliss. She can't help herself when it feels that good to jizz him out all over his own forest, painting all the trees around her, staining the soil, drenching her surroundings in her musk. There's no shapeshifting his way out of this one. Ashgar the druid is a big fat load of leopard spunk simmering away on the grass, or dripping down the branches, or trailing down her prey-fattened nuts. Her magically enhanced gear isn't getting any smaller after that release. If anything, he made her cock bigger once she was done digesting him.

"Not exactly what you had in mind, was it?" She chuckles to herself, patting her softening shaft a few times. "Gods. I need more. Need to find a way to feed this thing again. Over and over, if that's what it takes ..."

He's unleashed a menace, a big cat with a hungry cock who isn't going to stop churning people until she's satisfied, or she returns to normal. If she ever does either of those things. And he's not going to be around to stop her, after being expended all in one big cumshot like that. Maybe he should have been more careful about who he uses his powers on, but he won't learn his lesson now.

GAME OVER

[b]Mira[/b]

Seeing someone dressed much like him, leaning on a quarterstaff, and emanating a very familiar magical energy might be a welcome sight in other circumstances. Not so much when it means his woods have been invaded by another druid. The pantheress looks his way when he approaches, seemingly sensing him. She offers a faint smile, not seeming to give him much mind. He certainly minds her. Just because she looks good in her loose leathers, all sleek and black-furred and deliciously thick doesn't mean he shouldn't confront her.

"These aren't your woods," he tells her, sternly.

She seems preoccupied watching a butterfly for several seconds too long. Only then does she give him the attention he deserves. Her tone is casual, even sleepy.

"Oh, you're right. I think I'd like it a lot if they were, though."

"That's not how this works."

"Why not?"

"Unless ... you're proposing to duel with the present keeper to claim ownership?" He arches a brow.

The pantheress just shrugs. "Maybe. Seen him?"

"I am Ashgar, the druid of this area, and I don't appreciate -"

"Cool, cool. I'm Mira. So." She holds out a hand as if in invitation. "Should we have a transform-off? That's how this works, right?"

Though her tone is as laid back as can be, he's not about to drop his guard. Bracing himself and giving her a stern look in her violet eyes, he can already feel the natural magic welling up within him, ready to burst free.

"So be it."

[b]Mira (Failure)[/b]

He gives her an immediate demonstration of just how skilled he is in the art of shapeshifting with a display of tentacles writhing where his hands used to be, altering his jaws to be that of a snake, complete with venomous fangs, and lashing out with a lengthy, thick tail that ends in a slavering maw. Her response is simply to transform into a feral version of herself, though at least she manages a few tentacles from her spine in time. It's as lazy as her overall demeanour, which makes it all the more embarrassing when it beats him.

For all his extra appendages, for all the deadly abilities he's given himself, he can't compete with a feral feline pounce. Mira crouches low, sways her tail a few times, taking her sweet time lining things up. She delays to the point that he feels as if she's not even going to do it. It's only when he decides she's simply teasing him and makes his approach that she actually throws herself at him - and with such unexpected speed, too. Thumping straight in his chest hard enough to knock him out of his altered form and back to normal, she takes him to the ground seemingly effortlessly and holds him there.

His struggles are swiftly halted by her fangs wrapped around his throat. They tightly squeeze but don't quite bite, but he still taps on her flank in desperation.

"Okay, okay, I submit! You win!"

Mira gives a faint growl, perhaps of acknowledgement, and releases him. She doesn't let him up, though. With her paws planted firmly on his chest, she simply looms for a time. Her breath is warm on his face. Her lips are a little wet. She's not quite drooling, but the way she's staring at him, she's definitely thinking about what he might taste like. Instead, he gets to be the one tasting her, when she strides over him, brushing her underside past his face until she can sit her haunches down right atop his face.

Her impressive weight squishes down snugly enough to keep him completely helpless. She's rather juicy for a feral, with a backside that totally overtakes his features in an all-encompassing smother. He finds himself kissing up against her pussy at first, getting rubbed on like he's nothing more than a toy for his fellow druid. Her nonchalant style threw him off so much that there's nothing he can do but provide her the service of his long, lizard-like tongue in hopes of pleasing her most beastly side.

That gets her rumbling at least. She luxuriantly grinds on him until the taste of her arousal has sunk deeply into his senses. He's all but entirely smothered under the hefty weight of the chubby panther, and he's not getting up until she lets him. Stroking his tongue over her folds gets one of her back legs twitching, gets a little [i]rrrrrrowl[/i] from her lips, and a wild lash of her tail. She humps him back, thrusting into his face, until he's finally earned the right to breathe again.

It doesn't last long. She's just repositioning while he gasps for air. Turning her tail to him, she digs her claws into the dirt to brace herself for a deep, powerful smother. Sitting right down on her face gets him intimately acquainted with her rear. She makes him kiss her ass as if to properly humiliate him for his unexpected defeat, though it hardly even seems like she's teasing him. She's just relaxing, grinding on him idly, getting nice and comfortable with her new seat, her new throne.

Only when she's remained on him for some time and he finds himself pushing at her haunches in hopes of not suffocating under plump panther rump does she make her move. It's subtle at first, for certain. She sinks down a little lower, a little more firmly. Only when he finds his muzzle pushing past the resistance of that taut ring wrapping around his snout does he realize he's in trouble. It feels as if she's simply relaxing onto him, but she's smoothly consuming him, shoving him right into her rear to be tightly clenched by her much more aggressive inner muscles. The squeezes on his face are the only part of her that demonstrates any sort of urgency, but that doesn't make him any less trapped.

Pawing and shoving at her butt doesn't get him anywhere. That big, feral cat lowers her rear down until she's got his entire head trapped inside of her. Such a position would be embarrassing enough for the proud druid, but she wasn't letting up. The clenching flex of pleasure drags him inside, immerses him in her inner heat, and squeezes his shoulders together until they make for a comfortable dildo for the big black cat. She purrrrrowls out in such a way that he can feel her rumbling all around him in the process of consuming him, taking such pleasure in the defeat of someone she never meant to make an enemy out of. Unless this was her plan all along.

Ashgar doesn't have much chance to think about it when he's struggling to keep his arms from getting pinned to his sides by the hungry grip of her backside. Mira tosses her head back for a more snarly sound of pleasure when she gets over his broad chest and starts squishing down his belly in the process of eating him with that fine, silky ass. Her belly stretches and rounds with the presence of the hybrid bulging inside of her, but no matter how big she gets, she doesn't slow down. Maybe that's more of her shapeshifting power at work, keeping her so flexible like that.

Those tentacles might be unimpressive, but they still serve well to restrain him once he is half-engulfed in pantheress. Curling them around his thighs allows her to hold him in place, and from there she simply can't help but push one right up under his tail. Penetrating him wetly leaves his muffled cries all the more desperate where he's all but silenced inside of her. She casually pushes in and out, massaging him until his cock flops down and stiffens from the stimulation, all but forced to get hard for the predator so casually dominating and devouring him like that.

Fucking him slowly inside of her, Mira eventually pushes his shaft in with the rest of him to endure the squeezing, kneading grip his upper body is already getting. The feeling makes his legs stiffen, makes him suppress a cry that would have been muffled anyway. It's a pride thing. He's not about to just moan for the rival druid so casually swallowing him down in the most humiliating way he can imagine. Yet it's impossible to hide how good it feels for long. Her rubbing, stroking, inner massage of consumption is enough to get him off, no matter how hard he exerts his willpower to resist her.

Offering the tribute of his hot cum within her keeps her rumbling to the point of nearly deafening him. Those vibrations rattle through his very bones all through his shuddering orgasm. He gives her everything, and he can't possibly be more vulnerable all through that defeated spurting. Slipping along in his own mess, he swiftly vanishes into her when she finishes dragging away his legs, setting her rump right down on the ground to press his pass to the grass one more time before he disappears beneath her lifted tail. Lowering it back down when she's done, swaying her hips side to side, and above all rumbling up a storm, she takes to licking her front paws where she sits with her gut swollen and jostling with the other druid's struggles. Typical cat behaviour.

A little more internal squeezing keeps him moving along, winding around, bending, until he's snugly secure in her gurgling belly. The end to his long journey is merely the start of another, when the walls seize hold of him to begin the process of churning around him, of soaking and sloshing him the juices that will do his undoing. As if the pantheress needs any more pudge. She could have easily [i]chosen[/i] to trim down in her transformed form, but apparently she didn't feel the need. Once her paws are good and groomed, she takes to striding around the forest that has now become her own, rubbing up against the trees, or clawing at the bark just to make sure its denizens know a new warden has arrived.

Ashgar has no choice but to bounce and jostle around inside her, stewing in his own defeat. Just how did such a lazy cat manage to overcome him? Even her own digestive process seems to be in no particular rush. He's going to be sloshing down there in the darkness for a long time, gurgling and churning away, until she's finally added him to her own form and power alike.

GAME OVER

[b]Mira (Success):[/b]

He gives her an immediate demonstration of just how skilled he was in the art of shapeshifting with a display of tentacles writhing where his hands used to be, altering his jaws to be that of a snake, complete with venomous fangs, and lashing out with a lengthy, thick tail that ends in a slavering maw. Her response is simply to transform into a feral version of herself, though at least she manages a few tentacles from her spine in time. It's as lazy as her overall personality, and certainly no match for him.

Tripping her up with his tail when she makes a halfhearted attempt at pouncing him, then intertwining her in his tentacles puts him in position to wrap his snake fangs around her throat. She doesn't even especially complain. There's no feisty feline biting and kicking, she simply transforms back and wriggles in his clutches a little. Looking at him almost with amusement as he holds her there, poised for a fatal bite betrays no particular concern on her face. Even her tone is a relaxed one.

"Oh, looks like you win then. What now?"

He's almost insulted. Does he not even deserve a proper battle? Is this a trick on her part? A real druid would never act so dishonourably, but she seems anything but orthodox. He squints at her for a few moments longer, then eventually just shrugs.

"That's for me to decide. You won't leave this forest intact. Such is the price for your intrusion."

"If you say so."

Perhaps she is more powerful than she seems, if she does not fear the fate that's to come. Maybe she will change her mind when she sees just how ready he is to devour her. The only question that remains is how exactly he should do that. Demonstrating the superiority of his transformative ability by eating her with his tail would certainly make a statement, though he's not likely to obtain her form by taking her like that. Instead, he can simply swallow her whole. The thought of gulping down such a juicy, luscious cat is an enticing one, though no doubt an exhausting one as well. It's all about what he wants from her.

• Eat her with his tail

• Swallow her whole

Mira Victory (Tail)

Ashgar makes a show of contemplating for a while longer, with the naked black cat still clutched tightly in his tentacles. All the while, he's bringing that tail a little closer to her, slowly spreading its maw open wide just behind her head. She still doesn't seem to sense anything. It's not until he lunges, snapping her up and engulfing her down to the shoulders in slimy tail-maw that she finally offers some energy to their meeting. Stiffening up and trying to reach up to push him off of her tests the strength of his tentacles, but he grasps her tightly to make sure his prey doesn't get away.

Now he's getting the squirms he desires. His tail-maw always gets them wriggling, and it always feels so good when they do. He can't help but tent his loincloth with his rising lust when he squishes that slobbery maw right down over her bust. Squishing her tits within his bulging tail brings a gasp from her, and maybe even a muffled moan. Kneading on her for just a little while before moving on, he gulps her right out of his clutches, sliding her smoothly into the snakelike appendage gobbling her down inch by darkly spotted inch.

The juices dripping down her body make her curves glisten all the more pleasantly, but that doesn't distract him too much. What does is pulling her up out of his tentacles and letting her dangle from his tail. She doesn't kick her legs so much as she rubs her thighs together, revealing the lust streaking over her fur. He breathes her scent in deeply until he can't help but tease her with his tongue a little before engulfing her pussy with the rest of her. Her legs stiffen and twitch, and he's certain he can feel her rumbling even as he pulls her fully into the grasp of his tail.

Overtaking her wiggling paws leaves her fully wrapped up inside him, eaten by his snakelike tail and bulging all stretched out fully. He keeps his tail pulled around fully in front of him so he can clutch it in both hands. Having her there, captive and curvy, her bust, butt, and hips pushing out underneath his fur is simply too arousing to resist. He grips her tightly and pulls her close, rubbing his stiffening hybrid cock against the outline of her chubby shape. Grinding on her while his tail begins to slowly soften and assimilate her is exactly the kind of dominance he might show to a long-time rival, not a casual intruder, but it simply seems right for someone like her.

Rather than pull her deeper into his body, he keeps her right where she was, stroking his shaft on himself and her own gradually digesting form until he's grunting, gritting his teeth, curling his toes into the very soil beneath his feet. He can't help a snarl. It simply feels too good to have his inner tail squeezing on her soft, plush form again and again, kneading her away to oblivion. The power radiates through him, the more of her he claims. She's more than she appears to be, for certain. Most definitely a druid, given the magical energy he's absorbing directly from her diminishing body. Just not one who seemed to care much about avoiding such a fate.

Finally, he grunts sharply, thrusting forward against a bulge that's much less obvious than when it began. His cock sinks deeply into the softened form of the pantheress when he cums all over her and his own tail. Knot bulging, balls flexing, tail quivering with the muscle-contracting pleasure coursing through him, he blows a fat load and squishes her down until she's not squirming anymore. Somehow, he feels a little pleasure radiating back at him from her before he's digested too much of her to feel anything any more. Painting himself down until he's huffing steamy breath and heaving with delight, he slowly relaxes until his tail is back dragging behind him, thickening with the added contribution of the pantheress to his body.

He won't get her form, but he'll get some small sample of her power after defeating her. Not to mention just how good he feels. If anything, that big release only has him feeling more lust than ever. He's going to need an outlet for that, and that surely awaits him deeper in the woods.

[b]Mira Victory (Oral) [/b]

He needs that form of hers. Or at least some of her feline dexterity to enhance his other shapes. Now it's time to see if anything can shake her from her passive demeanour, or if she has some secret trick up her spotty sleeve. The closer his open maw gets to her, the less likely that seems. Even as she's gazing into the open jaws of the hybrid clutching her so tightly, she doesn't seem to be afraid. She squirms a little, for certain, and plenty more when he overtakes her face and silences all possible protests with a slobbery embrace, but she's hardly acting like prey. It's almost disappointing.

Nonetheless, the flood of flavour over his tongue keeps him motivated. He curls his that long appendage around and around her body, giving a good squeeze to her delightfully juicy tits, and just starts dragging her in. Gulping at her head makes her fit nicely in his flexible gullet, and with his hands free to explore her body as his tentacles keep her in place, he can grope and squeeze all he likes. Of course he pays plenty of attention to that fine, round ass. Gripping it nice and deeply is enough to make him groan and to make her [i]mrowl[/i] into his gullet, but she's still not putting up much of a fight.

Working down to savour her thighs in his hands while he eats his way down over her paunch of a belly just makes him salivate all the more. He slathers his prey in his drool when he feels her especially juicy shapes squishing nicely under the pressure of every forceful gulp. Overtaking that truly ample rump with his stretched maw is an effort all its own, but his reward is getting to slurp her thighs away in one long, slathering swallow. Now he's groping her curves where they bulge in his neck as he works lavishly towards her paws.

Tucking her toes away with a lash of his curling tongue, then working to finish off sucking her tail down leaves her as nothing more than a truly massive bulge in his throat. One more solid gulp that requires throwing his full body weight into the effort. He staggers and nearly topples, but the support of a nearby tree keeps him on his feet once all that hefty prey settles into his gut. Nature is always there to protect him when he needs it. The indulgence sends him into an immediate heavy belch, rocking the woods around him, all but roaring in triumph.

It's time to slump down against that same tree and settle into a fine digestive nap. That will nicely restock all the energy it took to swallow her. The gurgles start swiftly, if gently, kneading all over the confined pantheress inside of him. She's still squirming, but no doubt the urge to nap right along with him is overtaking her. Not for the comfort of the fleshy accomodations wrapped all around her soft body, but for the heat and thick air slowly coaxing her to sleep. He rubs and kneads at her while he's still awake, yawning, sometimes hiccuping, helping her to settle down and accept her churning to come.

Drifting off with the cat still very much intact inside of him, he snoozes his way through the gradual assimilation of her shapely form. His gut slowly shrinks down, moving less and less the more it works over her, until it's all but flat once more. Rather than gaining weight from all that feline meat, he instead awakes infused with new transformative knowledge. With a yawn and a stretch of his arms, he considers what she's taught him in the process of slowly digesting inside him and absorbing into his body. He's pretty sure he can recreate several of her traits as needed, if not her exact shape. That will no doubt be useful in the adventures to come. It's time to pick himself up and move on as if the other druid was never there.

[b]Hyena Twins[/b]

From his briefest of observations, Ashgar is quite certain those two don't belong here. There are those who are used to exploring the woods, and those who are hopelessly lost, but they're somewhere in between. He watches the small, slim hyenas a little longer, trying to discern the differences between them. Either they are twins or one of them has cast a single mirror image upon herself. They look that similar from a glance, though their clothing is different. One has the look of a barmaid, the other more of an apprentice wizard. He senses an arcane signature from each of them, albeit a faint one.

"And what have we here?" he says, stepping out of shadow.

They seem to both attempt to leap into each other's arms at the same time. That results in them crashing over and scrambling to their feet again as he merely stands there, trying not to laugh. From a closer look, he does spot a difference between them. Their wide eyes glinting at him come in brown and blue, and moreover the wizard among them is a cute boy, not a girl. He couldn't tell by the scent. Scanning them both up and down, he considers him and his companion, whose attire has him guessing either bard or common server - perhaps both.

A good look is enough to bring him to a swift conclusion. They look absolutely delicious. There are so many ways he wants to eat them, even if they're not showing him any sort of aggression. Being there is offense enough. He smacks his lips and raises a hand.

"These are protected woods. I do hope you weren't planning anything nefarious."

Their excited giggles overlap with each other. He's not actually sure which one of them is talking at any one time. They seem to finish each other's sentences.

"Nothing! No sir! No intrusion meant, really. We just heard rumours of a big beast around here! With a reward! Very evil. Not like other regular beasts just trying to live their lives, don't worry We weren't going to hurt him though. Just going to capture him. Use a little magic, you know? Oh! I'm Keedee. This is Kamili."

He's pretty sure the bard is Keedee, though it's hard to tell amid their excited cacophony. Their babbling makes it hard to actually read them and whether they're telling the truth or not. He's only half-listening anyway. He's already made up his mind.

"Well, it looks like you've found him. And I don't take well to being captured."

"No, we didn't mean ..."

It's too late to convince him. He's already chanting something under his breath. The charm is sure to catch them off guard, not that it especially matters. He's pretty sure their limited power couldn't counter him even if they were fully aware of what was coming. With a gesture he unleashes that mesmerizing, lust-inducing spell upon their spotty selves just to make sure they don't try to slip away. He wants them both, after all.

[b]Hyena Twins (Failure) [/b]

The only thing that could possibly save them from their spell is an arcane accident. Which is exactly what Kamili seems to have, purely by reflex. He raises his hand as if to shield himself from the spell being directed his way, and something flashes from his hand. Not from any sort of invocation, but as if bursting from inside of him. It erupts in a searing flash of light that leaves Ashgar reeling back, fearing he's just caused the twins to inadvertently explode themselves. When his vision clears from the flash, he finds them more than intact. Now he's looking up at them.

His first assumption is that they've grown to ten times their size in that wild surge of magic, but unless they've managed to size the entire forest up to match them, that makes no sense. The other obvious indication of the changes comes when he finds himself briefly pinned by his own loincloth. Nakedly crawling out from under it, he throws out his arms and attempts to shift himself back to his regular size, but nothing happens. It fizzles.

"Oh, oops! Sorry!" Kamili exclaims, his hands over his mouth.

"Wow! That was like a real spell!" His sister gives him a teasing nudge with an elbow.

"I didn't mean to! He was just casting something, and I wasn't thinking ..."

"Well, you did it! I think he was going to try to charm us or something."

"Why would he do that?"

"I dunno. Not good reasons."

The twins exchange a look. Kamili's expression is worried, while Keedee's is mischievous. In time, his features start to shift to mirror her own. They can have a whole conversation without saying a word, and when they turn their attention back to him, he can tell they've come to an agreement. Their steps feel heavy when they make their approach, despite how small he knows they are. To him, they might as well be giants, capable of crushing his bones with a single stomp. Instead of stepping on him though, they gather him up in their clutches despite his protests, holding them in between the both of them at once.

"So ..." Kamili begins. He whispers as if to keep it from Ashgar, though it's not only plenty audible, it's loud enough to hurt his ears. "Should we really do it?"

He doesn't know what the hyena means, but he can guess. Especially when the twins go on, right in front of him.

"Of course we should. He was gonna do something bad to us! Probably still will if your spell wears off. The only question is ... " Keedee gives a dramatic pause and grins even more broadly. "Who gets him?"

"Well, we [i]could[/i] share, but that seems a little too mean ..."

Even as they talk about that right in front of him, Ashgar finds himself less and less concerned. If anything, he's just getting turned on, with a dumb, drunken smile he can't wipe off his face. That charm spell is falling over him too, leaving him not only shrunken down to tiny, edible size, but actively pleased with the whole situation. When they bring him up to their faces and apply several sloppy licks to his body from both sides, he can only huff excitedly to be bathed in hyena drool.

"Oooh, I think he likes it ..." Keedee's breath is warm and sweet, huffing excitedly over all over his drenched form. "Let's just make out around him and see where he ends up!"

Her excited conclusion is almost deafening, but Ashgar barely flinches. Kamili nods and smiles brightly.

"Good idea."

Their breath is warmer all over his body as they move in for licks. There's something so special, so supremely sloppy about hyena tongues, and Ashgar soon has two of them nearly the size of his whole body working him over from both sides. They slurp and exchange tastes, kissing at him as they clutch him. Each lick brings him a little closer to their maws, until he's all stretched out, laid across their outstretched tongues and curled up, partly engulfed in each of their mouths. Their drool pours down over him until it feels as if it's soaking into his very skin, but their heated breath is pleasant enough that he doesn't mind one bit.

Sucking on him until their lips meet, the twins soon turn the affair even messier when they start smooching each other with the shrunken druid caught between them. They nibble ever so slightly, but there's no harm done. Even for small, cute hyenas, they still have those enormous bone-crunching chompers, but his bones are very much intact, his skin not even pricked. Bobbing back and forth as they throw themselves deeper and deeper into their makeout session, he's not even sure whose mouth he's in anymore. The massage that comes with his naked body sliding all over their tongues and mawflesh alike is enough to get him stiff before he can think too hard about what's about to happen to him.

The more eager they get, the wetter he gets. Moreover, he starts sliding a little deeper into each of their mouths, passed back and forth with increasing fervour. They handled him relatively carefully at first, but the more worked up they get, the more they grind and hump at each other in their growing excitement, the less cautious they are about accidentally swallowing him. It's far from a fight. If anything, they're competing not to be the one who eats him, but to feed him to one another. Their tongues thrust and shove at him to push him into one mouth, and then the other, muffling their giggles with his form. They're soon wiggling and lustfully rubbing on one another despite being twins, and it's not going to last much longer at that level of intensity.

Keedee eventually claims her victory by pouncing her brother flat. She's no bigger than him, but the wobbly wizard easily topples under the surprise attack. Sitting on top of him, she pushes her tongue right down his throat - and Ashgar right with it. He simply has no choice but to swallow the shrunken lizardbear in one big gulp. His gullet seizes hold of the druid, squishing tight from all sides, and a single long [i]ULLLLP[/i] sends Ashgar away. The long, wet slide down the dark tunnel that hugs him from all sides stops with an abrupt thud. He falls to the squishy bottom of the hyena's belly, to the gurgling embrace of the digestives that await. Kamili might be small and cute, but he still has a stomach that can digest bone with ease.

Ashgar is going to find that out first-hand, but not for a while. Things are relatively dormant but for the occasional churn and rumble around him, hugging him a little tighter between the walls. The twins meanwhile are working out all the excitement with each other, throwing off ropes or bustiers, gnawing at each other in the midst of their horny frenzy. They really did it. They ate someone, all thanks to an accident. That never happens to them. Soon, Ashgar gets to feel the resulting tremors of impact that come with Keedee coming down on Kamili's hips with all her tiny might, thumping him hard in the process of riding his dick in celebration.

They cum together in less than a minute. That doesn't mean they stop. The more their enthusiasm grows, the louder Kamili's belly gets. The churning starts to roll and toss Ashgar around inside him, leaving him basted in juices, tingled from all sides. He's going to pass out before long, sloshing around in the hyena boy's belly while his sister rides him silly for extra sloppy seconds, and the supposedly powerful druid is going to digest slowly within the apprentice-to-an-apprentice wizard. Or was he more of a sorcerer? That's hard to say now, in the rising haze, in the heat and gurgles surrounding him, pushing him closer and closer to simply giving in and passing out, ending his journey as soon as it began. And in such embarrassing circumstances, too.

[b]Hyena Twins (Win)[/b]

Any sort of inclination to flee - or perhaps even to fight - is swiftly gone from their minds as Ashgar's spell settles upon them. It's subtle enough that it's easy to forget the flashy casting process they just witnessed, and effective enough to leave them frozen in place, not unable to move but simply not wanting to. He looks them over. Oh, they are absolutely succulent, and slim enough that he's almost entirely certain he can get them both down. The only question that remains is how he wants to do it.

There's plenty of time for pondering, even right in front of them both. There's one thing he knows for sure. Whatever he decides, they need to go to the same place. It simply wouldn't do at all to break up the set. The twins belong inside him, and he already has so many ideas. He's not fully sure what he might get out of their forms, but it's always worth finding out. That would involve putting them in his belly. Alternatively, he does scent a trace of the arcane in each of them. While it might not directly expand his shapeshifting abilities, he has no doubt he could acquire at least some of their power if he decides to put them in his balls instead. Where do they belong? It's all up to him.

• Belly

• Balls

[b]Hyena Twins (Belly)[/b]

Scooping them up without a single complaint on their part, he finds his mouth already watering as he ponders who he needs first. They gaze up at him as he clutches them in his powerful arms, ready for anything. It's almost too easy. He hardly had to exert himself to completely disable them, but maybe that's how it's meant to be. If he doesn't eat them, some forest predator is sure to pounce them, and that wouldn't be nearly so gentle. Really, they should be grateful they're going to be his meal, and they look it too.

There's no need to get them out of their outfits given how light and unarmoured they are, but he takes to doing so anyway. Two hands aren't enough to get them naked to their spots as fast as he'd like, so he uses his tail too. They don't so much as flinch when he uses that extra maw to nibble and tug at their clothing. Keedee goes so far as to lean in and rub her head against it, which nearly seals her fate right there. It's tempting to turn her into tailfat rather than send her into his belly along with her brother, but he's quite certain he can come with something nearly as good to make up for it.

Once he has them mostly naked, he takes the time to wrap them up in his long tail as if coiling them in a serpent's embrace. Squeezing softly, he certainly doesn't have to be forceful to keep them in place. They're freely ready to accept his every touch, his every grope. Then his every lick. He's sure to slather them both up thoroughly. It makes him chuckle to find just how similar they taste. Sweet. Warm. Altogether delicious and worth drooling over, especially when he dips down to sample at their growing lust.

A lick over Kamili's small but thoroughly stiff dick, or a drag across Keedee's exceptionally slathered pussy leaves him huffing steam in their faces. He keeps them where they were, lifted right up off the ground in his arms. It's tempting to just keep licking them, but that spell doesn't last forever. Slowly curling his tongue around the spotty wizard, and bringing the tip of his tail to the bard's lips, he takes his time working up to the great big [i]homph[/i] to come. Of course he's going to take them both at the same time. He wouldn't want them to get jealous of each other.

Using the powerful grip of his tongue to drag in Kamili, he overtakes the hyena's pretty face with a great, satisfying [i]glomp[/i] of his jaws. Plucking the hyena right up out of his clutches, he works to scarf that pretty boy down as wetly as he can. Gulping hard around those boyish curves doesn't distract him from the other half of the pair. He wraps Kee up with his tail, pulling her around, and positions her just right to let him shove her under his tail [i]with[/i] his tail, turning her into a sweetly snickering, spotty dildo. His shapeshifting doesn't always have to be blatant. A little change can easily make him flexible enough to fit her whole body inside him without so much as a moment of straining. She's going to make such a good toy.

Stuffing himself from both ends with naked, squirmy, but altogether content hyenas leaves him stiff to the point of throbbing hard. He doesn't tend to his cock just yet, even as it swells out to its full, flexible, knotted hybrid shape. That can come when he's busy gurgling them both. Inching Keedee in, only to tug her back with his tail tightly wrapped around her waist, he keeps her bobbing back and forth just to take even more pleasure from consuming them both. He's just as aroused by the feeling of Kamili's slim form sliding down his gullet. Making sure to hug and squeeze every inch he can with his throat kneading all over that spit-slathered boy.

Once he gets to the halfway point on each of them, he pauses. For Kamili, it's a chance to tongue and taste his pretty little dick, and let it twitch in his mouth. It takes only a few good licks before the hyena blows a hot load right in the maw of the shapeshifting predator devouring him whole. Ashgar chuckles at how quick that was, but he doesn't complain. That small offering of cum goes down right along with that fine booty, leaving only a pair of legs sticking out between his lips.

Keedee doesn't quite get the same attention. He's only stopping so he can reposition his tail between her legs and shove against her juicy cunt while he feeds her into his rump. She too is just as much of a hair trigger as her twin. He can feel her squirting over the underside of his tail even as he stuffs her away into his clenching confines. One more good series of kneading flexes around her tits and hips, along with another long, satisfying gulp to slurp Kamili's legs away and Ashgar finds himself with his belly swelling out until his cock squishes against its soft, rounded, bulging heft. Two more meals tucked away inside him, ready to add to his abilities.

Smacking his gut with both hands gets some of those delightful squirms out of Kamili. It takes a little longer for Keedee to join him. She has a much longer way to go, but he eventually pumps her into his belly with enough squeezing. There's a little shapeshifting involved just to make things a bit easier, effortless really. He can hardly wait to have them both. Finding a nice tree to lean against while he massages at their trapped forms, he can feel his spell still working on them to ensure they're still content, still worked up and excited to be inside of him. Even once the churning starts.

It's almost too aggressive for them to even move, but he can feel them bumping and grinding inside him anyway. He can even hear their horny giggles, muffled though they may be. They're humping, smooching, and maybe even outright fucking inside of him. It's fine with him. All that movement simply serves to stimulate his belly and keep the juices flowing all the more thickly. He coats them, slathers them, and starts to smoothly assimilate them as they work out their excitement on each other. Minutes roll by with his gut loudly [i]glorping[/i] away on them, his hands working to squeeze them right through the layers that separate them from the outside world, and only then does their energy start to wane.

The only thing that can slow them down is their bodies outright softening within him. He sloshes them, smooths them over, and slowly absorbs the soup he's making out of them. They certainly don't mind. Right down to the fading shudders and twitches that come with them losing control of their bodies, they're nothing if not compliant with his ravenous urges. He squishes them down and mushes them, moaning a little in the process. There's no need to even jerk his cock when it feels that good to digest them. He cums all over his shrinking middle from the pleasure of polishing them off alone. Such good twins they were. Perfect for contributing to his body.

While he's not sure if he's getting many of the more powerful hyena traits from them, he can at least focus on their more girly features. He's pretty sure he can use that meal as inspiration if he ever needs to make more of a girly-boy out of himself, copying Kamili's delicate build almost perfectly in his mind. That might not sound useful to a less creative shapeshifter, but such a seductive distraction is sure to prove useful in the right circumstances.

[b]Hyena Twins (Balls)[/b]

What's the gain from their pretty little forms anyway? Perhaps something aesthetic, but he doubts there would be anything practical. He's made up his mind. Those twins are perfect for jizzing out, and he has to have them both in his balls at once. They don't seem to mind in the slightest when he approaches with his cock growing under the barely-concealing cloth. Kamili huffs to the slightest touch. Keedee loudly moans when he squeezes one of her breasts. That spell is working, and then some. The way they're so deeply entranced with such ease, he's pretty sure they wanted to submit to him from the start, and he's just helped them along the way.

Considering their outfits for a moment, he decides he doesn't care to strip them. It's not like they're wearing any metal or other troublesome components. Their lack of armour offers very little protection, and it most certainly isn't going to hold up to his already-churning nuts. A moment to ponder how to get them down convinces him to make a small change. His usual cock is useful for many things, but to get them down all the more efficiently, he shifts it to a thicker, massively sturdy horsecock that's already swelling up so huge it pulls his loincloth right off. The twins are happy to grind against it when he rubs it on their curves.

Working himself up until he's dripping all over them, he soaks through their robes and clothes alike with the mess he's making of them. They give little hyena chuckles of approval the whole while. Part of him wants to just grab them by the hips and fuck them stupid one by one, but with the changes he's made, he's far too big for either of their soft selves. Or he assumes so at least. Maybe he is underestimating just how much those cuties can take, but either way he directs his attention away from that and onto the main event. Those two belong in his balls, and he has just the way of getting them both inside him at roughly the same time.

Stepping in front of Kamili he gently guides the pretty boy's head down until he's kissing the tip of the druid's flared-out cock. And kiss he does, smooching it deeply until he's tonguing over the slit, lapping up the juices pouring from it as if he already knows what's coming. Keedee gets something of a kiss of her own when Ashgar curls his tail around her and introduces her to the smooch of his wet tailmaw looming closer to her. Her response is to attempt to make out with it, something he's altogether happy to assist with, slipping her some of that monstrous tongue while he braces himself for their pending consumption.

They most certainly don't see it coming, and they don't seem to care either. He pushes his hips forward and starts to [i]schlurp[/i] Kamili's muzzles into his pulsing dick, absolutely drenching that cutie in precum. Meanwhile, he overtakes Keedee's head in what starts as a deeper and deeper kiss, before it ends up as a slurping, sucking embrace. There's no rush to gulp them down when they're both so agreeable with the circumstances. He takes his sweet time, huffing, grunting, even growling a little at the feeling of having their lovely bodies entering him inch by inch with nothing more than muffled moans in place of complaints. They have to be some of the easiest prey he's ever found.

Lifting them both right off their feet with their respective consumption methods lets him ease them along all the more smoothly. He gulps hard, not with his throat, but with his hyena-devouring cock and tail alike. They bulge downwards until he can feel Kamili's face touching into his balls. That didn't take long. A moment to sigh and breathe, enjoying the feeling of simply [i]having[/i] them is all he needs before he moves on. He needs more. There's so much tension building up in his transformed cock that it feels for a moment like he's going to crush the poor boy he's gulping, Instead, he helps Kamili settle smoothly into his waiting sack, greeting him with the sloppiest, most eager of churns. The other hyena isn't far behind.

With a body that works precisely how he wishes it to work at any given moment, it's not especially difficult to slide Keedee's from the clutches of his tail and into his balls with nothing more than a flex of his muscles. Dragging her down until her feet vanish away into that maw, he lets her slither and snake her way through his tail until she's ready to join her twin. A few more pumping gulps for both of them helps to seal them away and tuck them down together, all curled up and squished hip to hip once they get over the initial disorientation. He gives them time to get comfortable before he starts on them.

Just polishing them off has him throbbing so hard he can barely stand. He staggers around a little with his cock pulsing, bulging its veins and middle ring, flaring out while it spits precum right across the forest floor. Holding onto a tree for support lets him use his other hand to slowly stroke his dick, just to help let off a little of the tension. It's not much, but even that small touch is enough to get his balls really squeezing down on them, forming a nice outline of their features while they last.

One good squishing, churning, squelching [i]CLENCH[/i] is only the start of it. He pulls them nice and close together, gripping them, kneading them, admiring their every single spotty curve and detail. Another [i]glurshing[/i] flex around them presses them into each other, muffling their groans and giggles alike with the constant [i]gworgle[/i] of cum sloshing and splattering all around their bodies. He soaks them, kneads them, and in time he starts to soften them with half a dozen more pleasured contractions. That alone already has them sinking into one another, falling deeper and deeper into their own embrace, until it's starting to get hard to tell them apart. Not that it was ever easy.

He's barely staying on his feet, massaging his cock with one hand, reaching down to knead at his balls with the other. With his back against that same tree, he lets his hand sink into the outline of their forms, highlighting just how squishy he's made them after a mere half minute simmering away in his nuts. Things only get more intense for them. From the occasional long, deep squeeze, to the more rapid pumping and burbling, he can feel them smoothly sinking into the rising spunk all around them. There's a vague shape in the middle of his sack and he delights in rubbing over it, pleased at just how efficiently he's managed to process them in so little time.

His cock swells out even larger the more of him he absorbs. His balls sag down to nearly touch the ground the more they smooth over and round out with the loudly jostling load of fresh cum he's making out of them. Yet he makes sure not to let their final churning moments end with a whimper. Taking a moment to straighten his back, to dig his feet into the dirt and brace himself, he holds his arms out and flexes his whole body at once into one last, final, triumphant [i]CLENCH[/i] to finish them off. That softening yet still squirming shape of merging twins inside him endures as much pressure as it possibly can, squelching, [i]glorping[/i], until it finally squishes flat under the force and turns to thick, nut-stuffing jizz.

Two twins make for one big load, one he can't hold back for more than a mere few seconds. He throws himself back, nearly toppling, cock thrusting upwards as if toe fuck the air itself. The resulting eruption that sprays the former hyenas all over the grass and surrounding branches alike might be wasteful, but Ashgar has no regrets when it means getting locked into that level of ecstasy for so long. He's absolutely trembling with pleasure by the time he's done with them, draining his balls until there's gallons of fresh hybrid spunk splattered all over his surroundings. Even as the pressure falls, he's still spurting hard enough to make his hips jump and jab at the air all on their own. He's panting to the point of drooling, with his long lizard tongue flopped right out.

Such a glowing aftermath that comes with an orgasm like that. And it's more than just pleasure. He can feel their power flickering inside of him, adding to his own. It's not much, but it's something, and makes the sloppy indulgence all the more worth it. He should be able to use that assist in his future transformations, and if nothing else, he's feeling a little energized by it as well. Time to move on, and leave the steamy, musky mess that was the twins behind. At least they enjoyed it right up to the very last clench.

[b]Kijana[/b]

After exploring for some time, the [i]clink clink clink[/i] alerts Ashgar to a traveller at the edge of the woods. Someone's pushing a cart full of something glass along an old dirt road, and they don't seem to be having a hard time of it either. While normally he's made generous interpretations of the intruder rules and punished those who step even a foot into his lands, he's feeling especially inclined to make an exception today when he gets a good look at the wandering merchant. She has to be the biggest hyena he's ever seen.

Perhaps the reason for that is apparent when he sees her wares. She has boxes upon boxes of vials, bottles, and other such containers suited for holding potions of seemingly every sort. Surely her size and tremendous build comes from her alchemical creations and not naturally. Though he's not sure why she'd wear that pair of small glasses on her snout if she's in the business of enhancing herself. Perhaps for fashion's sake. The sight of her makes him ponder for a time. While her path may not quite be the same as his, perhaps they have more in common with each other after all. Each of them uses some form of magic to make the alterations to their bodies they desire. It's enough for him to decide to introduce himself, politely.

"Woah there, traveller. Do be warned that you tread a few steps from druid territory."

The merchant looks his way as he emerges, stopping her cart to regard him. Getting closer to her lets him really get a sense of her scale. She's built like two people, significantly taller, thicker, and with a muscular figure bulky enough he swears he can feel his centre of gravity shifting just by standing near her. That along with her warm, inviting scent has him more and more inclined to make her acquaintance by the moment.

"Ah! Thanks for the warning. Looked like another forest to me, but I should've known." She speaks with a gruff, yet friendly voice, looking down at him to consider. "You must be said druid, or one of them at least. Pretty sure I saw another of your sort earlier."

(If Mira met) "Indeed. Don't worry about that, though. I am the lead druid around here."

(If not) "You did? Strange, I am the only druid around here, that I know of."

"And it's a pleasure to meet you. Suppose I owe you something for the intrusion, and I have plenty to provide here. How's about a discounted bottle or two?"

He's not particularly offended by her presence, though he can't help but find the offer intriguing. In his suggestive, unstable state, a little alchemy can go a long way. Maybe it'll help him tap into even more forms he might not normally be able to access. Or maybe it'll be a mistake. His curiosity is far too piqued by now to back down.

"I wouldn't say no."

"Great. Just one thing, though." She raises a finger to tap her lower lip, looking him up and down with even more scrutiny than before. "And I don't mean nothing personal by it. It's just that my concoctions require a particular hardiness of body to endure them. I don't make them weak, or [i]for[/i] the weak, in short. That's my guarantee."

"I doubt you will find anyone more hardy in these woods or the miles beyond alike."

"You say that confidently enough I'm inclined to believe it, but nonetheless I propose we put that to the test. Wouldn't want you dropping dead after a single sip, after all. Bad for business, even all the way out here. Word travels."

"I see. What exactly does this test consist of?"

"Well." Now she has a devious smirk on her face, as hyenas always are so good at. "I couldn't help but notice you're not exactly wearing much, and unless you're hiding a coinpurse [i]very well[/i] on your person, I'm not sure how you intend to pay me. I never said it was free. The finest ingredients require a lot of work to track down, you know."

"Mmhmm? So ... " he begins, then he stops. "Ah. I see."

The hyena nods. "Kijana, by the way. I'll waste no more time. How about I fuck your tree-hugging brains out, and we'll call it even? If you can stand when I'm done with you, you passed the test."

"I ... see." His tone might be skeptical, even scandalized, but he's already making himself indecent by lifting up his loincloth with his arousal at the mere suggestion. He can't help it when her powerful body looms so massively above him. He wants to touch her spotty fur, to squeeze and admire her strong arms, to run his fingers through her braids and sniff the scent from the base of her neck.

"Look at you. I knew you'd like it."

To his own surprise, he doesn't so much as protest when she steps forth and sweeps him up in her arms, clasping him by the rump so they can be at eye level with each other. That leaves his legs dangling, looking into her eyes, admiring the strength of her teeth when she smiles. In his loincloth, he can press his mostly bare body against her own. Even through that modest, practical outfit of leather and cloth he can feel her muscles. There's just so much heft to her, so much power that he must admit even he's a little intimidated. One thing's for absolutely certain, he won't be overcoming her in a physical confrontation, no matter the form he uses, no matter how much he might want that power for his own.

"I suppose you have found me out. There is something very attractive about you, Kijana. Oh, and I am Ashgar, by the way." He often forgets about such customs in the woods.

"Thanks. It's natural. Mostly. Little something for an extra pleasant scent." She puts a hand on the back of his head to guide him inwards, though it's hardly necessary.

Sniffing from her braids, then down to the nape of her neck, he buries his nose deep into her fur to inhale as much of her scent as possible. A rich mix of sweetness, warmth, and the arousing musk of travel and exertion fills his senses until his head is absolutely spinning. His arousal swells out so thickly there's absolutely not concealing it, but she doesn't seem to mind. She just pulls him closer, nibbling on his shoulder while he lightly presses to her belly. He can feel the carved shape of her abs through her top, and he pays his tribute to such definition with grinding strokes of his hybrid cock.

She lets him hump at her for a while longer but eventually her patience runs out. Setting him down, she wastes little time unbuckling her belt so her great big bulge can flop free. It's been growing ever since she first laid eyes on him, and it's only getting bigger. Her cock flops fully from its sheath, then stands up tall, waving a dangling strand of thick precum with its every movement. Even after his previous success, he's feeling so very needy, so very ready for her to simply [i]take[/i] him. But first, he must tend to her. She doesn't need to tell him that.

Dipping down with only slightly encouragement in the form of her pushing down on the back of his head, he moves in to take his first breath. Huffing deeply from the tip of her cock makes him sigh out in pleasure. It might all be very sudden with someone he just met, but there are no rules of society out there to say he can't do what feels good. And it feels as good as he can imagine, sniffing his way under the foreskin of the hyena's stiff, dark cock, licking the hot precum right from the leaking slit on his way back up. Her flavour inundates him until he's drooling from his lips and shaft alike, quietly throbbing away while he tastes her as thoroughly as he can.

Delving down her spire until he can stuff his nose right between her balls leaves him pleasantly drunk on everything he already loves about her. He huffs her until his legs are trembling beneath him, and she just clutches him by the shoulders to help him stay right where he is. With his tongue curling and wrapping all around her shaft he can taste even more of her at once. Working his way back up, he slathers her up, he squeezes her, he strokes her, and eventually he launches into a full makeout session with the tip of her cock, complete with slipping her a little tongue. That makes it easier to lap up the delicious juices leaking from her dick and swallow them right down. By her huffing, sometimes growling, sometimes snickering response, she's quite alright with every little bit of attention he gives her.

He's not sure how she expects him to fit that much cock in her mouth, but a clever alteration to his form that doesn't change much about his looks certainly helps. He takes a little from a serpent's form so that his jaw can comfortably stretch around the juicy slab of meat she's so unsubtly jamming against his lips. It's plenty clear what she wants, and she's not backing down. He's just going to have to take it all, even if it means letting her seize him by the hair and jam her cock straight into his mouth, right down his throat all in a single brutal thrust. It's the kind of thing that would choke anyone else, but he takes her with pride and confidence, [i]glurking[/i] around her dick, all bent over in front of the mighty alchemist.

The close he gets to the base of her dick the more he can sniff at the tuft of dark fur gathered there. So much of her enticingly spicy scent has accumulated there, only adding to the feast for his senses that is letting her facefuck him. She's a little sweaty, and that just makes her smell and taste better when her dick is bulging in his gullet, and then his chest. Seems she knows a thing or two about the shapeshifting abilities of druids. Or maybe she's just that brutal with everyone.

It's not long before she's fucking straight down his throat, thrusting hard enough to make her balls slap into his chin. Each stroke lifts him briefly right off his feet, impaled fully on her cock, taking it without so much as the opportunity to suck. He's not giving her a blowjob, he's just a warm, wet hole for her to use for pleasure. And such pleasure it is. A few strokes in and she's already showing her teeth in a booming bellow, a cacophony of cackles and more bassy hyena moans. Such noises that can come out of such a creature, as if possessed by a hundred spirits at once, but it's all natural in his experience.

He manages to get his hands around her to clutch her hips and muscled, yet ample ass alike. Kneading and massaging her as if in tribute while he facefucks her is the most he can manage. She keeps her pace steady, pausing for nothing, even as she's stirring up an extra sloppy mess that pours up out of his throat and dribbles down over his chin and her nuts alike. Precum and his extra thick saliva mix well to make each stroke extra messy, [i]schlurping[/i] and [i]schlucking[/i] in and out of his gullet at a pace that ought to be destructive. Yet on goes, letting her pull his head straight into her crotch, smacking him with her balls again and again until he's outright guzzling her precum, thinking she's already cumming.

That watery load might be ample enough to equal a cumshot from someone less potent, but she's got so much more than that to give him. He feels a flex pass from her balls all the way up to the tip of her cock. His own throbs nearly as hard as hers just to feel her erupt inside him. She shoots her spunk straight down his throat, jetting so hard he can feel it entering his belly at full speed. If not for her grip on his skull, she might blow him right off her with that forceful blast of fresh hyena jizz stuffing and swelling him out until he's simply overflowing with the flood of seed she provides him.

(Failure)

She shoots in his mouth even as her cum is jetting up over those fine abs, or trailing down her muscled thighs. Her clothes end up soaked, but that certainly doesn't stop her. With her back arched, her head pointed up, her tail lifted and her muscled ass flexing out every single shot of cum she leaves inside him, she holds that position for as long as it takes to fully drain her nuts. It's far too much. There's excess and then there's [i]excess[/i], and it's not worth choking half to death just to please her, just to earn some sort of magical reward that might not even help him. When he feels his eyes start to roll to the back of his head all on their own, he reaches up to desperately pat her on the muscled thigh for release, and he gets it, eventually.

Kijana [i]schlurks[/i] out of his numb gullet and leaves him coughing and choking on his knees before her. He doesn't move from that spot for a good while. It still feels a little like he's drowning, but he's just going to have to shake it off. By the time he's coughed up enough to clear his throat again, he's left crawling in a puddle of the stuff. When he looks up at her, he finds her seemingly pondering, with a finger pressed to her dark lips.

"Hmm. Was it that unpleasant? Most quite enjoy it when I get rough like that. Ah well."

She reaches for his hand, and he accepts her offer.

(Success)

She shoots in his mouth even as her cum is jetting up over those fine abs, or trailing down her muscled thighs. Her clothes end up soaked, but that certainly doesn't stop her. With her back arched, her head pointed up, her tail lifted and her muscled ass flexing out every single shot of cum she leaves inside him, she holds that position for as long as it takes to fully drain her nuts. He's all but drowned by the time she falls to a trickle, but he'd go out with a smile on his face if so. Instead, she permits him to breathe again by harshly wrenching from his well-abused throat, leaving him to stagger and cough. Standing doubled over, hacking up her cum in front of her is hardly dignified, but at least he manages to stay on his feet. That's got to be worth something.

"Mmm. Look at you." She pats him on the head. "Should have brought something to bend you over. But I'm pretty sure I can just hold you. You're surprisingly light."

He really isn't, but in her arms he might as well be a feather. She gives him a few seconds,as long as it takes to get the rest of her clothes off and thrown aside, and that's all. This is supposed to be a test after all. He's still panting but at least he's managed to catch his breath by the time she bends down to pick him up again. Huffing in her face gets him a satisfied grin. She looks proud of her handiwork, leaving him dribbling her cum, his eyes all out of focus. That just means he's easier to expertly manipulate until his legs are all wrapped around her waist.

Walking him from the path and to one of the more sturdy nearby trees, she plants him there while she gets herself in position. Pulling his legs up even higher until the two of them are in a standing mating press of sorts, she plaps her thick cock under his hybrid tail and gives him a growl. It's a sound that's quickly followed by a much more unhinged giggle of lust. Somehow that's the more intimidating noise. He even flinches slightly, partly because all her teeth are on display in her rising snarl of need for his fine, tight butt. He's going to need all the shapeshifting prowess he can muster just to handle such a massive cock.

Not that it's her problem. She pushes and prods, shooting pre over his ring as if it's the most natural thing in the world to just shove a shaft the size of his arm inside him. He accepts her in time, though not without a sharp whimper and a gasp as she sinks past his initial resistance and stuffs him absolutely full. With his belly bulging, outlining her enormous insertion, his body shaking with her every pulse, he's helpless to do anything but soak in all the precum she's soon shooting inside of him.

Her cock is still nice and slick after that messy facefuck, which serves to make her progress all the quicker. She's going all the way. He can feel the determination pounding through her shaft. Or maybe that's just how horny she is. Fucking his belly full of cum hasn't slowed her down any. He rather hopes he can have a sample of whatever's driven her into such a state, even if it might be hard to control. For now, he's just going to have to serve as her forest bitch, getting fucked up against one of the very trees he protects as she dangerous nibbles and gnaws over his neck without ever quite breaking his skin. That's sure to require plenty of restraint from the bonecrunching jaws of a hyena.

He just hopes he's ready. In all his power, in all his experience, he can't hope to compete with the sheer power of an alchemically enhanced hyena. All her natural gifts are made all the more potent thanks to her talents, and she's going to use them all to plow Ashgar absolutely stupid. Her first thrust is already enough to rattle him. He's not even sure what that sound that just came out of his mouth was supposed to be. It was like a screech of some sort. Blushing hard, he squeezes her with his thighs and clings to her muscled body in the hopes of staying relatively stable through the power-fuck to come.

(Failure)

Something doesn't feel right. His powers are useless against her sheer strength. She's stretching him to the point he feels as if she's going to do more than ruin him. He's pretty sure she's going to kill him. With an uncharacteristic whimper and a shake of his head, he ends up pushing against her soft bust before she can stuff him any deeper. She halts where she is, her dominant snarl fading in favour of a look of concern, and perhaps disappointment. Still, he's thankful when she doesn't let herself get carried away, even if it feels like a letdown to have her slowly sliding out of him before she really gets going.

The consequences for his failure are to be her jizz rag. Grinding her cock against his own instead, she smears him up with her scent all the more thoroughly, humping him with her primed cock until he gets splattered with all the seed pumping out of her fat cock. It paints him down and drenches him in heat as he's left pinned to the tree, slowly sinking down the trunk to flop to the ground. That doesn't stop her. Jerking off in his face leaves him going completely under her cum as if submerged, left sprawled in a puddle of pure, concentrated hyena essence that he's not even sure he can rise from the ground without her help. Thankfully, she offers her hand.

(Success)

It's hard to tell if she's grinning, laughing, or outright snarling at him once she really gets going. He stares into her eyes briefly, but he can hardly match her gaze. Watching her intense visage bobbing up and down once she really starts going on him makes him outright quiver around her cock. He's never taken one quite so deep, and certainly not one used so roughly. Yet he holds up to it, enduring her ferocity like a champion slut instead of the dignified forest druid he's used to be. It's all worth a little indignity just to feel her big fat nuts plapping against his butt once she really shoves in deep.

Not only does he have his spine to worry about, but the tree behind him too. For how hard she's going on him, rutting him like an untamed beast, she might very well cause it to topple. He has to close his eyes. She's just too intimidating to look at for too long, and the hammerblows inside him, ruthlessly caressing his prostate, sending him into tingling, toe-curling overdrive. With nothing more than the occasional brush against her bare middle, he feels his cock trembling with the impending eruption to come.

She fucks the cum out of him until he's clenching, twitching, and utterly convulsing with pleasure. With a hiss through his teeth, he bonks his head back against the bark of the tree behind him in an attempt to give a proper cry of bliss, but nothing escapes his mouth but for the wet lizard sounds. His more bearish growls have been completely suppressed by the sheer power of the hyena's hips slamming into him. He pumps around her cock extra tight and blows his load hard, letting it all rain down all over himself and her alike. She doesn't seem to mind. Not when she's so engaged with rutting him full of hyena cum.

Her snicker becomes a shuddering laugh, and then more of a bellow that drowns out all else and fills the forest with the loony sounds of horny hyena. She lets him feel her balls flexing extra taut where they're tapping right against his ass, sending throbbing swells through her whole cock, stimulating him to the core. He's trembling by the time she shoots inside of him. Still cumming, too. Making a mess of himself while she floods his insides to overflowing in seconds and then just keeps gushing her spunk into him, he's left wondering where all the feeling in his legs has gone. It's not important when he feels this good.

They rock and shake together until she's snickering again. She's certainly not laughing at him. That's the sound of a hyena feeling good, with her cock finally settling down inside of him. Jizz trails down the underside of his tail and pours down on the ground with his every breath. His belly is swollen and he's pretty sure he can taste her seed on his tongue somehow. Feeling like nothing more than a vessel for her spunk, he slowly opens his eyes again to look at her blurred features. There's that grin. Oh, it's shining brighter than ever before.

He doesn't have the capacity to even complain when she pulls out of him so quickly it makes for a huge splatter all over the two of them. With cum trailing down his numbed legs, Ashgar finds himself flopping along with her every whim, easily grabbed, shoved, and then bent right over with his arms pulled back. His toes barely touch the ground. She grasps him by the wrists and hips alike in her big, strong hands and gets snug behind him with her still-stiff cock rubbing up and down over his ass, smearing him up in the results of their first fuck, grinding and prodding her way towards a second. He almost doesn't believe her, but her rising cackles tell the whole story. She sounds positively unhinged with lust, and she's going to take it all out on him, no matter how full he is.

Clutching the trunk of the poor abused tree in front of him, he can only pray for its strength when she pushes inside him all over again. Jetting cum out of his well-fucked hole leaves him squelching around her cock, listening to her growls, her gnashing, dripping teeth, feeling the puff of her hot breath on the back of his neck when she leans down over him. Hunched, gripping him hard, she delves deep and bottoms out much faster than the first time. Just because he feels as if his body is about to come apart at the seams and his mind is about to blank out entirely from overstimulation is no reason to refuse that mighty beauty another rut.

(Failure)

He can hardly tell one thrust from another anymore. It all blends together in a blinding haze as his body shakes in her tremendous grasp. Her strength is on display every single second she pounds him from behind. And his, not so much. His mind keeps going blank. She's fucking his thoughts right out. He's not even entirely sure how he got there anymore. Flopping forward against the trunk presents the danger of banging his head against the tree she's fucking him into, but that doesn't matter to him anymore. He can't feel a thing.

It's not until he wakes up with his ass numb and the last few shots of hyena spunk splashing over him that he remembers what's going on. He's sprawled out in a puddle of pure cum. It's clinging to his every single pore, or so he swears. Gasping, coughing a little, and sometimes groaning, he at least feels better when he sees her grinning at him, as intimidating as the sight might be.

"Almost made it. Looks like you broke a little at the end there." She chuckles like it's no big deal, and offers him her hand to help him up out of the mess.

(Success)

He can hardly tell one thrust from another anymore. It all blends together in a blinding haze as his body shakes in her tremendous grasp. Her strength is on display every single second she pounds him from behind. Just to think that some of that power might be his, with a simple sip from a vial rather than his usual means of enhancing himself makes him hold on. A little longer, a little deeper, a little harder she goes. Cum is slopping out of him with every thrust, pouring down his legs, soaking the soil beneath him. His arms are slack, his head is bowed, and his entire body is pulsing along with the throbs of her cock as if he's nothing more than an extension of her body. That would explain why his pleasure peaks exactly when hers does.

Just a few more minutes of savage slamming and he's already ready to blow for her again. It doesn't matter how much tribute he's already spurted out for her. Nor does she seem to care that she's already drained gallons of hyena cum into his body. Surely that's the result of some sort of experimental concoction, but he likes to think part of it is his own fault. He's certainly got her riled up, absolutely ravaging him like a toy. It's far from what he expects from someone of her academic inclinations, but the results speak for themselves. He's cumming all over himself at the very moment she bottoms out, spanks his ass with an open palm, and nestles her nuts right up against the back of his own.

Now he really does taste it. There's nowhere for all that cum to go. He's drooling it when it isn't just pouring back out of him, or sagging his belly down even lower. She slams him all through her cumshot, laughing insanely, which just makes him hornier. He keeps draining his own balls for as long as she keeps emptying hers inside of him, even when it means he's a little twitchy and sore by the time she's finally, mercifully done. He's a little sore everywhere, dangling there on her cock, ever so slowly sliding off until she hurries along the process with a firm tug.

Popping off her dick, he trails cum all the way down to the ground. Thudding there in the puddle of her musky load, he drools for a while, completely unaware of his surroundings. Surely he's passed her test after merely surviving such a ravaging. The hyena looms, pondering out loud, and eventually she moves to retrieve her glasses from the pile of her discarded clothes to put them back on, and nothing else. He slowly turns over to look up at her and decides right away that she's somehow more attractive like that. Cum and exertion glistens on her spotted fur, but she's caught up in some serious contemplation, looking him over, up and down, taking in every single detail. Then she offers her his hand, and he reaches up to take it.

[b]Kijana (Failure) [/b]

The two of them interlock fingers, and she tugs. He immediately slips. The ground isn't exactly dry after their session together, but it's more than that. His legs are trembling, he can't catch his breath, and he simply can't help but keep drooling. Looking up at her with eyes that are only half seeing her, he manages at least to catch her knowing nod that comes with watching him writhe around in her cum like that.

"Hmm. I suspected as much. There's no shame in it." This time, she bends double to take him under the arms instead, speaking softly, if deeply. "I'll still make good use of you, though. Come here."

He's mostly unable to follow that command in his weakened state, so she just goes ahead and does it for him. Picking him right up off the ground like he's nothing, she lets him dangle there for a few moments, leaning strangely close. It feels as if she's going in for a kiss, but she swiftly directs him downwards instead. Her cock is somehow [i]still[/i] stiff after all that. That's all the thoughts he manages before he finds himself kissing up against her shaft facefirst. Then a little closer, and a little closer still, until his muzzle has spread out the slit and pushed inside with nothing more than a faint grunt of pleasure from the hyena.

Even if he wants to resist, there's nothing left in him for that. Swimming in her scent, tasting her juices right from the source has a way of subduing him anyway. He barely squirms when she eases him until her cock gives the first good clench, gripping him and tugging him down with ravenous intent. She grasps him lightly, but the deeper he sinks into her bulging shaft, the less she needs to support his weight. Her dick can do that all on its own. The loud swallows overwhelm him slightly more than he already is, but it's mostly the sense-drenching musk that truly tingles him all the way down.

His own shaft gives a few more jumps and twitches as he grows more enveloped in her, but he's far too tired to stroke at it. His arms and legs are nearly limp, but for the occasional convulsion passing through them. She gulps hard on his body until she's overtaken his chest and moved down to his belly. The pressure makes her cum utterly jet out of him, which is what it takes to finally get squirming. Groaning inside of her makes him swallow even more of her heavy flavour, nearly drowning in the pure musk but loving every second of it. He thinks nothing of how loudly her balls are already churning for him.

Dunking straight down to the bottom of her plump sack doesn't even strain her. She carries that extra weight in her balls as it swells them into a sagging, swinging set stuffed taut with the lizardbear confined within. Kneading on him as soon as he arrives makes it clear she's not just going to hold him. Working down his tender ass and then squeezing over his legs keeps him sliding down until she polishes off his paws and tail tip alike in a misty pop of juices flinging into the air. Such speed she's made him vanish, swallowing him down to slosh in her heated nuts.

Getting doused in her potent spunk keeps him content and suitably blank that he can't even fuss about the fact someone just swallowed him in his own forest. He swims and soaks in her cum, letting it soak into his every pore. It hardly feels aggressive. There's a faint rumble of churning and the occasional inwards flex that comes with her pleasure, but she's far from gurgling him up just yet. In fact, she rather effortlessly walks back to her cart with him jiggling up and down inside of her, splashing him with the fresh hyena jizz all around him.

Slipping her top back on but leaving her pants in the cart, for obvious reasons, she gives a hum and continues on the road, hauling Ashgar right along with her. The occasional pat or stroke over his form makes sure he knows she hasn't forgotten him. When they're well on their way together, with the hybrid druid soaking in her scent, getting kneaded by the wet walls around him, faintly [i]glorped[/i] by the slowly rising digestive process, she even speaks to her prey.

"Not many do manage to endure. It's for the best. I make the most potent of concoctions for the most discerning of clients. And you - " She can't help a little laugh, and this one's actually out of amusement. "Mmm. Well. You will make an excellent contribution to my next potion. It's just a matter of [i]refining[/i] you first."

With that word, her balls give a much more aggressive flex around his form, leaving him sputtering as he's briefly dunked right beneath the rising cum around him. After that, she relaxes, and leaves him to the slow gurgling he's used to. There's plenty of time left to enjoy his surroundings before he becomes part of that mess, but he's not coming back out of that cock as anything more than her next cumshot.

GAME OVER

[b]Kijana (Success)[/b]

The two of them interlock fingers, and she tugs. His legs are shaky beneath him, but he manages to rise, with her help. It's not much, but her look of surprise is a good sign. Then she smiles.

"Still standing? More or less, anyway. That's a lot more than most can say when I'm done with them. I think you've earned your reward."

She curls an arm around him and helps him walk over to her cart with her. Once there, she reaches in to retrieve an unlabelled bottle. A quick shake turns its colour from blue to green, bringing a glow from within the glass that's certainly odd, perhaps questionable. He's intrigued anyway. Maybe it comes from dwelling near her warm, naked, powerful body like that.

"Now, this one's a bit experimental, but I suspect it will take well to a shifting body like yours. I cannot [i]promise[/i] results, but I think you will enjoy the taste at least. Care to try?"

He looks at her, squinting, panting, but he simply can't say no. How will he ever know? This could be the chance to gain the power he needs to continue his journey, or it could be a mistake. One way to find out.

(If Stamina increased)

Knocking it back in a single gulp leaves him immediately stricken by the energizing results. He feels that surge in seconds, crackling through his body. It's enough to make him straighten his back and catch his breath, invigorated with his newfound energy. Whatever she just gave him, it's incredibly effective at enhancing his stamina. He feels as if he could run clear across the entire forest.

(If Stamina decreased)

Knocking it back in a single gulp leaves him immediately stricken, but not in a good way. It feels heavy in his belly. He wants to say something, but he's too tired to even speak. His eyes droop and his head lowers all on its own. She has to hold him up just to keep him from collapsing on the spot. There are few things in the world he desires more than a nap right now, which might be the intent, but it's not what he was hoping for.

(If Lust increased)

A smooth swallow of the luscious fluid leaves him licking his lips as if immediately wanting more. The reason for that is clear. Not a few seconds after imbibing that potion, and he's already quivering with the rising lust for anything and everyone. It doesn't matter how good she just fucked him. He's ready for more. Curling his toes into the grass and biting his lip, he does his best not to simply erupt right on the spot. He'll have to find a way to deal with this.

(If Lust decreased)

A slow swallow of the surprisingly flavourless fluid leaves him smacking his lips in confusion. Well, at least it wasn't unpleasant, though he's not sure what it was supposed to do. He looks himself up and down just in case he missed something, but the only thing he can notice is just how soft his shaft has grown. That's reasonable after all they've done together, but it feels unusually so, as if he's lost interest in the very idea of sex, at least for the moment. Confused and a bit disappointed, he looks up at her with a shrug.

(If TF increased)

It tickles a little on the way down. That's a strange sensation, but the results are much more promising. His body quivers and ripples with a surge of subtle transformations passing through it, briefly changing almost every single part of him before they change right back. He feels as if he could be anything, could emulate anyone's appearance or seize the power of any creature he can imagine. Such an impressive brew she's chosen for him that it can directly affect his shapeshifting powers like that. His eager nod up to her confirms she has another satisfied customer.

(If TF decreased)

It's unusually thick, requiring a few gulps to fully get down. It feels sticky on his lips, requiring several licks to get off, like it's made of honey without any of the sweetness. Similarly, after it settles in his belly, he feels stuck. Not in place, but in his form. It's as if he's forgotten what it means to be a druid for a moment, left briefly unable to even fathom how to change his form. That feeling passes in time, but he's still left wondering if it'll ever quite be the same, and his worried expression at her is met with a similar one.

(If potion was good)

"By the look of you, I'd say the two of you are getting on rather well. I would ask you for a full report of your symptoms, but we both have places to be. For now, might I interest you in another sample? The results are unlikely to be the same as the first, I will caution."

(If potion was bad)

"By the look of you, things aren't going as well as I'd hoped. I do apologize if you're feeling unwell. I don't suppose you might be interested in another? That may help counteract your symptoms."

• Another!

• Thank her and move on.

(If another)

"Why not? Let's see what else you've made."

"Excellent choice. One moment."

Once again, the hyena fishes through various clinking vials until she comes up with another. Popping out the cork, she gingerly hands it to Ashgar, beaming with a certain pride in her work. Nothing about it tips him off to the contents either way from a brief sniff test. He's just going to have to drink it to find out.

[b]Alice[/b]

If there's one thing that simply doesn't happen to druids like Ashgar, it's being taken by surprise in his own woods. He knows every twig, every blade of grass. The slightest disturbance is sure to tip him off to the presence of an intruder. His eyes are keen and his sense of smell can catch the smallest trace of another creature's scent. Such things are of little comfort to him when he's swept off his feet by the touch of bare scales and brought down to the ground before he can get so much as a glimpse of his attacker. Her excited hisses give him a hint, at least.

When he manages to turn over, he finds himself looking into the deep violet eyes of the colourful serpent who has him in her coils. From the waist down, she's all snake, but above that she has a more ordinary body, complete with arms to plant on his shoulders as she stares down at him, flicking her black tongue. And a pair of perky breasts that admittedly attract the occasional glance from him. The rest of her is a bright mix of red, white, and black that he surely would have seen slithering through the grass if he happened to glance her way before she struck, but it's too late for that. For now, he just has to be grateful that the pressure of her grip on his thighs, hips, ribs, and shoulders alike is loose enough to let him keep breathing.

"Slower than I had thought. And you guard these woods? You must be more wary of threats."

Her voice is critical, if polite. Despite the wet hisses emitting from her, none of them creep into her accent. She tightens up around him just a little more, still watching him intensely with that unblinking gaze, as if looking right through him.

"There are no words needed. I will be plain - I am hungry. But if you prove yourself a potent guardian and sustain me in other ways, I can be persuaded to release you. Perhaps even to teach you something."

"Hrrrrk ..." he says.

"Shhh. Brace yourself. I desire something to squeeze."

He can't shift when she has such a tight hold on him. The might of her sleek coils is simply unbreakable. She tightens around him until he's wheezed out all of his air for her. That seems to bring her some satisfaction in the form of a slight curl of her mouth in an otherwise stern expression. She's watching him closely at every moment, staring as if right into his mind, tongue flicking close enough to his face to nearly touch him. Any weakness on his part will be readily apparent to the serpentine huntress compressing him in her grip.

(Stamina test success)

His head is spinning. He feels as if he's moments away from one of his bones cracking to splinters, but he has no choice but to trust her. A precise woman like her knows precisely how to use her strength. She holds him there, kneading and flexing around his body from top to bottom. Sometimes a joint pops, but in an oddly satisfying fashion. Though the urge for air endures for as long as she's squeezing him, the experience itself is surprisingly pleasant. Especially when she leans even closer to him, and smothers out his last hope of gasping for breath by tucking his face snugly between her lightly scaled breasts. She's so soft for a reptile.

Only when he's on the verge of passing out in her clutches does she loosen up once more. She most certainly doesn't let go. Regarding him as he pants for her, she rests her head on her hand and softly nods.

"Mmhmm. You are strong, most certainly. Catch your breath. I have something else for your mouth to do."

(Stamina test failure)

The strength of her squeeze is enough to numb his legs and arms alike. He writhes in her coils the tighter and tighter she winds herself around him. There's no chance at breathing. His joints are creaking and straining. She's going to break him in half. Or maybe into tiny splinters. Shaking his head, rasping in his breathless throat, he eventually manages to tap his hand on her thick lower body before she can constrict him any tighter. To his immediate relief, she relents, loosening around him so he can gasp out and suck down some precious air once again. It was only a few seconds of enduring her really squeezing him, but it was all he could take.

"Disappointing. I thought perhaps your malleable body might last much longer. Ah, well. Let us see what else I can make of you. Do open wide."

(Lust test success)

With her wrapped around him over and over, wound so tightly, it's hard to tell one end of her from another. She curls him up and flips him around until he's looking at her upside down. Her gaze never breaks with his. Using that position to introduce him to what seemed a subtle pair of slits at first glance leaves him more and more acquainted with her emerging snake cock. Then the other one. A pair of thoroughly lubricated shafts slip past his lips once they've slipped free far enough, and he is quick to latch on without so much as prompting.

Maybe it is all the pent up desire he still feels after his previous success, or maybe he just loves the taste of snake. He's soon sucking her to full stiffness, squeezing both of her shafts together for one long, lunging slurp and knead in his mouth. When he hears those hisses rising in intensity, he knows he's doing a good job. Curling his tongue all around and even in between her cocks gets a moan from her. He licks her and sucks her until she can't help a slow bob into his throat, but even then he doesn't flinch. She's going to get as much pleasure as she can take from him, until she has to pull out before she cums straight down his throat. Not that he would have minded, but she has further plans.

With a long sigh, she nods, her shafts still throbbing near his face, leaking juices down onto his features.

"Very good. Almost unexpected, truly. Allow us to move on."

(Lust test failure)

When she wraps around him at such an angle as to dunk him deeper into her coils, he's immediately overwhelmed. Wrapped up and smothered against her crotch, he finds himself intimately acquainted with a subtle slit that soon proves far more notable than they first appeared. The higher of the two parts to give way to a pair of slick smooth snake shafts. They seek purchase at his lips, kissing up against them as they stiffen, and with some reluctance he begins to suck on the twin tips before him. They're pleasant to the taste and fit nicely into his mouth as she pushes forth to fully penetrate him, but he can't muster up much effort to give her.

Perhaps his previous encounter is to blame. He's feeling drained, or simply distracted. Still, he gives her what she desires, sucking sometimes, or simply letting her bob in and out between his lips at others. Fitting both of her shafts inside in his mouth at once requires opening wide, only to purse his lips tight for each long, succulent [i]schlurrrrp[/i]. He works until he's swallowing down her precum, soaking in her soft hisses, but she abruptly stops before he can really get going.

"I believe you can do better than that." Her voice is stern. "I am certain of it, in fact. We shall see how you satisfy another appetite of mine before I decide if you are dinner."

(TF test success)

To truly mate with a snake requires him to be considerably flexible in ways his ordinary body could never accomplish. The shifting of her coils sliding over his form gives him a little more room to move. Rather than attempt to escape her, he meets her head-on. The more he touches her, the more he feels as if he can understand the way her body moves, and that power that comes in with those thick coils. He stretches his body out, he lets his teeth give way to fangs, and he meets her in a kiss. The more they touch, the more they embrace, the more like her he becomes.

Writhing together with serpentine excitement, they exchange tongues in drooling passion as Alice succinctly penetrates the hybrid. He's become almost just like her by the time she's inside of him, at least from the waist down. A naga of his own, he offers her a newly formed slit to stuff full of her snake cocks. Of course they fit perfectly. He lets her have his new sex and moans for her in a deep, rumbling hiss, growling at the same time. It's hard to tell one set of coils from another as they hump and grind together, fucking on the forest floor in a great tangle of desire.

She doesn't thrust so much as she writhes, she flexes, and she squeezes him just right to make sure he takes her twin shafts as deeply as he can. They lick and touch, they constrict tightly, and he endures it all. His body adapts to hers merely by proximity, learning so very much about her through her every touch, her every plunge of her paired members pushing deep inside him to stimulate places he's never felt before, places he's never [i]had[/i] before.

Their moment is brief and intense, leaving them with their fingers interlocked in huffing, drooling, twisting ecstasy. They fuck and they soak each other's scales. The juices trail down from Ashgar's slit until he's left convulsing with all the all new sensations coursing through him. She makes him cum hard and makes him moan in a way he's never heard escape his throat before. It's shrill at first, and then it's just a hiss, followed by the warm groan of satisfaction when he feels her sweet seed swelling him and overflowing from him. They shake together, interlocked and still squeezing, working out every drop they can from each other until the sigh of settling in after their impulsive mating session escapes them in near unison. Alice speaks.

"Most satisfying. Your power is not to be underestimated." She pauses to ponder, pressing her hands together, flicking her tongue. "What to do with you, I wonder."

(TF test failure)

He can't bend that way. Or that way. Her efforts to manipulate him in her coils result in him squirming uncomfortably under all the pressure of her coils. Trying to adapt himself to her whims doesn't result in much. Maybe he's just too exhausted, or he can't focus, but the transformation simply won't take. In the end, he finds himself in his usual hybrid form, bent over a particularly thick loop of her coils. That will have to do.

She clutches him under the arms and pulls him close to her chest, flicking her forked tongue at his ears. He's far from resistant. It feels good to settle back against her shafts and let them slickly push under his tail. It's not clear what she wanted from him when she was bending and twisting him around, but at least he's comfortable now. She sinks inside him with both cocks at once and leaves him to gasp out, still catching his breath after her previous trials.

Getting fucked by a snake is much less a process of being pounded, and more massaged by her flexing coils, by her writhing and curling all around him, squeezing him closer and closer. He eventually bottoms out with his butt snug against her scales, letting her pump and massage him inside. At least he's making for a good hole as she takes him. Her gentle lovemaking grows rougher, wetter in time when she starts properly thrusting.

Shifting her grip down to his hips, she pulls him back against her and keeps him there, humping deeply. It's not the kind of precise mating he might expect from a snake so elegant, but it accomplishes its purpose. She stiffens with every stroke, slicking him up with juices, until she can't help but wrap her mouth around his shoulder and introduce him to her fangs. They don't pierce his skin, but merely latch on to keep him in place as she floods him with her seed, fucking him full of snakespunk as he remains sprawled over her coils, painting her scales down with his own contribution.

"Are you not able to shift like other druids? Or have you simply forgotten how? I suspected there might be more to you than there appears, but it seems I may have been wrong." She sighs, and he can't tell if it's satisfaction or disappointment. "Now, we have a decision to make. What is it I ought to do with one like you?"

[b]Alice (Success>Failure)[/b]

She ponders just a little longer. It's certainly a talent of hers, making a show of it like that. Eventually, she offers her hand. Not to help him out of her coils, but to merely to squeeze.

"I think you have done quite well, overall. Have I not introduced myself yet? I am Alice."

"Ashgar," he says, his voice still a little shaky, but his confidence remains.

"Do you wish to mate, Ashgar? I sense we are most compatible. I can always find a meal elsewhere."

He can't help but show a little relief when she asks him that. With a smile, he squeezes her hand a little tighter. She squeezes him back, bodily. It helps him to merge with her, to feel her body and all its intricacies. He makes such a good naga. The transformation simply comes naturally to him as long as he's close to her. Scaly from the waist down, he offers her two glossy shafts, knotted at the base once they pop out from his new slit. Still trailing her own cum with every movement, he's delighted to feel her wrapping him up and introducing him to her own slit. It's much warmer than the rest of her.

They only proceed once they're completely locked up in a serpentine embrace, fully intertwined from hips to tail. He enters her with a hiss of his own, though hers is much sharper. They meet in a kiss, exchanging forked tongues, letting the natural power of her coils squeeze down on his cocks. She almost milks him right that very moment, but he holds on to start his slow, wet thrusts amid the other flexing contractions of pleasure. It's messy, intricate snake sex that slips and slops loudly through the forest. She might have bested him on first meeting, but he's showing her what a worthy guardian he is with every stroke.

It doesn't take long to make her moan into his mouth. He swallows the sound and picks up his pace, pushing as deep as his new shafts can reach. They seem to accommodate her just right, stuffing her sex without ever straining. What begins as an elaborate mating process is more of a pounding before long. The strength of their coils has them springing into one another, forcefully fucking, soaking each other in the juices of their sudden lust for one another. He swims in her scent, face buried between her breasts, and makes it his sole purpose to pleasure her, to fill her, even to [i]breed[/i] her if his seed can take with someone like her.

They roll about in the leaves and grass until he finds himself with his newly made snake fangs on her neck. It's not a threat, but merely a display of just how well he's taken to her form. He's much like her by now, albeit furred from the waist up, but that doesn't matter. What does is just how hard he can fuck that warm snakeslit even when he feels it tightening up around his twin shafts, contracting like mad with the rising ecstasy they both share. A great, hissy finish shudders through them both, shaking every inch of their thick coils, leaving them to squeeze on one another in a contest of strength neither can win. Then they cum.

Focused intently on the prospect of breeding such a lovely snake, no matter if she's an intruder or not. He fills her with his seed, shooting from each of his shafts in turn to create a constant stream of thick hybrid spunk. She grows wetter for him with each jet that enters him, until her own shafts erupt over his belly and her snake pussy makes nearly as much a mess squirting right back at him. Their scales glisten by the time they're done humping to a rough, inelegant, but nonetheless blissful finish.

With a sigh against her chest, resting his head atop her bust, Ashgar remains within the serpentess a little longer. The form comes so naturally to him that he's certain he can call upon it anytime in the future, without needing to acquire it through the usual means. Only when he senses they're both content does he pull out and revert to something that can walk on two legs. When he can pry himself from her coils at least.

"I do not normally entertain intruders so eagerly, but you are welcome in these woods anytime, Alice."

She simply smiles at him before he departs, resting her head on her hand. "Then you had best remain vigilant."

[b]Alice (Failure>Success)[/b]

She ponders just a little longer. It's certainly a talent of hers, making a show of it like that. Eventually, she leans in close. Her voice is deeper than before.

"There is a reason I am called Alice the Huntress. That is not a title I have given myself. It is my reputation that none escape my coils." She pauses, scanning him up and down one last time. "You shall not be an exception."

He's well worn out from all she's already done to him, but he still has enough strength for squirming. Against the strength of her coils, he might as well attempt to fight the tides of the ocean with his bare hands. Clutching wriggling prey only seems to get her more excited. He can feel her shafts pressing against his belly as she moves him closer and closer to her mouth. Spreading her maw open wide lets him glimpse the sleek purple-black tone of her inner flesh, and bask in the surprisingly cool gust of her breath. He does his best to pull his head away, but there's no stopping her from overtaking in that smooth, jaw-stretching [i]omph[/i] that snakes do so very well. Perhaps better than any other creature.

She easily fits his features in her mouth and from there he can already tell she's got him. The process of swallowing him whole is a slow one, but utterly inescapable. His powers are suppressed in her grasp. He can't take any other form that might help him. There's nothing to do but to push against her squeezing coils and feel the slippery touch of her gullet slowly overtake his features. He's bathed in darkness, slowly sliding down her throat, but there's still so much more of him to go.

When she isn't squeezing him in her coils just tightly enough to keep him still without suffocating him on the way down, she grasps him in both hands to guide him towards her open maw. Her folded fangs glance down his back as she moves over his shoulders. The stretch is nothing for her. She doesn't so much as pause even as she overtakes the wider part of her prey. He's engulfed in her drooly swallows, kneaded all the way down, dragged from her coils inch by inch to bulge into her body. How she ever managed to sneak up on him and put him in such a compromising position in the first place is beyond him. It doesn't matter anymore.

The first time he hears her [i]GULP[/i] comes accompanied by a particular intense squeeze on his chest. He loses some of his breath, but manages to keep huffing all the way down as her forked tongue dances along his belly. He's still nicely full of cum, losing some of it when she applies some pressure to his middle on the way into her mouth. Only when she's down to his waist does she release him from his coils, but her throat has him just as tightly. He can kick now, perhaps flailing his tail around his protest, but that's the best he's going to manage before she eats him fully.

Curling her tail between his legs helps her to push him along. It's a nudge at first, but becomes more of a shove when her hunger seems to spike. A ravenous hiss goes with her great final gulp, slurping him away until he's tucked snugly into her first belly, snug beneath her tits. She clutches him in both hands and kneads him deeply long before he's ever fully settled, leaving him to struggle against the power of the inner walls closing in on him as if to crush him on spot. He never does manage to get comfortable before her first gut starts to work him over, tenderizing him with its intense strength.

She licks her lips and gives a little moan as her upper belly kneads him into submission. Nothing ever breaks or particularly hurts, but he can't help but feel softer after that deep, fleshy massage applied to his entire body from all sides at once. It certainly squeezes the fight out of him. He slumps down to be stroked, to be patted and admired where he bulges within the serpent's body, ready to accept this is where he shall remain. But she's not done swallowing him just yet.

It takes a little effort, a little pressure on her part to push him on. He exits her belly just as swiftly as he entered it, still intact, stretched out fully once he continues on into her coils. Winding his around and around a seemingly endless tunnel in the dark over the course of several minutes leaves him exhausted by the time he finally reaches her lower belly. He knows where he is by the harsher, more caustic scent that hits him. It's not unpleasant in there for now, but it's not going to stay that way. He can already hear the rumbling need of her appetite embracing him, hugging him from all sides to bathe his stretched out form in digestive juices.

"And there you shall stay, for the week to come, by my estimate." Alice coils her tail around herself so she can knead his back where she can see him bulging inside of her. "I do tend to take my time with my prey. It has been near a month since I last hunted. I am sure you will sustain me until the leaves begin to fall."

The serpentess takes her time to stretch and even yawn, slowly swaying atop her coils. She gives him one last acknowledgement.

"I expected more from your kind. Perhaps it is for the best. What these woods need is not a guardian, but rather a mistress. This is a role I shall be pleased to play."

Slowly succumbing, but still very much alive and breathing, Ashgar can only dwell on his sudden defeat, and prepare himself for the long, slow gurgling to come within the coils of the great red snake who caught him.

GAME OVER

[b]Mahiri and Mira[/b]

[b]Intro if you ate Mahiri[/b]

After a satisfying meal added to his gut, the last thing he expects to see is the leopardess walking around his forest again like nothing unusual happened to her. She's not only intact, but she has company. He can feel the power of the druid accompanying her. The black pantheress looks similarly shaped to Mahiri, if a little chubbier around the middle. Sisters, even twins perhaps. He watches her for a time, trying to gauge if she truly is talented enough to return the leopard from being churned.

Though he's holding entirely still, concealed in shadow, something gives him away nonetheless. Perhaps scent. Mahiri raises a hand and turns her eyes towards his hiding spot, leaving the two of them locking gazes. There's not much choice other than to step out and reveal himself. He can decide what to do based on how they react.

"That's him."

Not a moment after Mahiri says it, and the two of them take their positions. They don't brandish weapons, but he can tell they're moments away from simply pouncing him. He's going to have to think of something quickly. The pantheress gives a rumble that's not quite a growl. He can't tell if it's threatening or flirty, and her gentle tone betrays nothing of her intent.

"Him, was it? Well, I've been meaning to give you a talking to. Do you know how tiring it is to bring someone back from being eaten? I could really use a nap right now."

"Good. Very threatening, Mira." Mahiri can't help but chuckle.

Ashgar considers for a time, then simply leans on his staff. "I sense the druid in you. Surely you know the rules of the forest. Rules you two are currently violating just by being here."

"Oh? Going to eat us both this time? Or do you have something else in mind?" Mira sounds genuinely curious.

Nonetheless, they're both on guard. Whatever he decides, he's going to have to be extra careful. They want their revenge, and they're going to get it if he slips up in the slightest.

[b]Intro if you ate Mira[/b]

Maybe he underestimated the pantheress. She didn't seem especially concerned about being defeated, and that makes a lot more sense when he spots her striding through his forest without any sort of inconvenience. He's sure it's the same cat. Yet there she strides, as if nothing particularly gurgly happened to her. This time she has backup.

Despite her colouration, the red-haired leopardess has a more subtle way about her. Her black leather and weaponry tell him she's a dangerous opponent. Perhaps they want revenge. Perhaps not. There's only one way to find out for sure, and that involves revealing himself.

"Ah, there he is again."

Mira doesn't sound especially surprised to see him either. She points him out, but that's hardly necessary with the way he's rustling out of the bushes like that. The leopardess turns and nods to him. She doesn't go for her weapons right away, despite his previous transgressions against Mira. Instead, she smiles.

"I wondered if we might run into you. I hear you gave my sis quite a show."

That's not exactly how he would put it, but he's amused that neither of them seem especially bothered by it. Finally, he clears his throat.

"I did not expect to see you again."

"Disappointed?" Mira offers him a flirty smirk. "I had to come back to get my revenge, you know."

It's hard to tell just how serious she is about that. They've going to be ready for his tricks this time, at least somewhat. He'd better choose his plan of action carefully.

[b]Intro if you bred Mahiri[/b]

Has he been walking in circles? The last thing he expects to see is that well-bred leopardess, walking around like he didn't leave her completely wrecked. She bounced back quickly, and this time she has company. A busty pantheress stands with her, clad in the light, natural garments of a druid herself. Her intrusion upon his woods fills him with a certain sense of trepidation, but the sight of her shapely, slightly chubby form has a way of soothing such worries.

Nonetheless, there's no reason to keep hidden. He's not planning to ambush them. Clearing his throat and stepping out of the shadows grabs their attention well enough. Two pairs of feline eyes fixate upon his malleable form, and he can hear the rumbling starting already. Is that a purr of welcome or a growl of warning? It's hard to tell. Mahiri has a smile on her face when she speaks that disarms his initial worries further.

"Ah, there he is! I was just talking about you. Never did learn your name, come to think of it. Mira, meet whoever he is. Whoever, this is my twin Mira. You two naturey types probably have plenty to talk about."

"Perhaps."

The way Mahiri speaks so fondly is a good sign. He certainly enjoyed their breeding session, and it seems she did too. The panther's tone is more uncertain to him. She appears relaxed, sleepy even. Yet as he watches the two of them, he can't help but catch the occasional aside glance they share. Twins like them always have that way of knowing what the other's thinking without having to say so much as a word. That can spell trouble. Especially with felines. Nonetheless, he remains polite.

"It's good to see you again, Mahiri. And pleasant to meet you, Mira. I am Ashgar."

The cats nod and leave him watching their tails swishing back and forth in unison. They have a plan. Whether he'll like it or not, he's not sure. He's just going to have to come up with one first.

[b]Intro if you met the hyena twins instead[/b]

The hyenas weren't the only twins stalking the woods. Ashgar lays his eyes on a pair of felines who most assuredly don't belong there. One of them is brightly coloured, yet clad in the leathers of a sneak-thief. What there might be to steal from his forest is unclear to him, but he considers her an interloper nonetheless. Maybe the other one among them is the reason for her being there.

The pantheress has a look about her like a druid herself, given her limited, natural garb and the quarterstaff she's leaning on. He certainly doesn't recognize her. These aren't her woods, and her presence alone implies a certain ignorance, if not hostility. He can't just leave them to stroll about and interfere with his plans - and he might well grow more powerful dealing with them, too.

They spot him not long after he sees them. There's no ambushing this pair. Knowing that, he strides out from the woods to decide what to do with them. Nobody exchanges a word. There is only the exchange of glances. The twins are already planning something. He's going to have to figure out what to do with them before they spring a silently-coordinated plan of their own.

"Ready, Mira?" The leopard speaks covertly to her darker twin, though she's not making any particular effort to keep her voice down.

"When you are, Mahiri."

--

He knows they're dangerous, one way or another. Their curvy bodies threaten to throw his whole focus off and make him cast aside all his ambitions for the day in favour of pleasure. Perhaps he might have a chance to seduce them both at once with promises of all his adaptable body can bring. That will certainly subdue them enough to keep them from trying anything, and he'll just as certainly enjoy that.

On the other hand, perhaps it's best to turn to more drastic measures. It's hard to say just how difficult it will be to overpower them when they're working together. But they do look utterly delicious. Already he can think of all sorts of ways to use his gifts to get them inside his body and [i]dealt[/i] with, to make the rest of his journey much safer. Such a feast is sure to give him the power to face whatever lies ahead, if he can take that risk.

• Seduce them

• Eat them

[b]Seduce the cat twins (success)[/b]

He's going to need a form that fits the occasion. Focusing and channelling his energy, despite the distraction of their swishing tails and swinging hips, he falls to all fours, rising up nearly as tall as before in a proud new shape. All it takes is a moment, and he's standing before them as a proud, dark-maned lion. Such a form comes equipped with a hefty set of swinging balls between muscled hind legs, and a sheath that's already twitching heartily at the sight of two gorgeous feline ladies. It's difficult to fight down the urge to pounce right that very moment,

That proves unnecessary when they exchange a glance and make their approach. He stands tall, growling enticingly as they run their fingers through his mane, or down his spine. It doesn't take them long to find everything he has on offer. Mira doesn't hesitate. She takes a grope of his balls without a word, cupping them in her palm as he snorts his approval to her. He starts unsheathing, slowly, but impressively, showing off a thick, lightly barbed cock so much larger than the species usually sports. He couldn't help but make a few changes to the form he inherited from a past escapade.

"What do you think, Mira?"

"I think he makes a good argument. We should hear him out."

They pace all around him to give him a proper inspection. He hardly has to do a thing. The transformation speaks all for itself. Mahiri pushes her hands deep into his mane and leans forth to rub her face up against his. Not the wisest thing to do with a wild lion, but he's happy to return a nuzzle. Mira meanwhile is right behind him. She crouches down just enough to get her head between his legs, breathing hotly over his balls, then laying a kiss right on them. Even Ashgar is a little startled by how abrupt she is.

"That's a very impressive form you have there." Mira coos to him between gentle smooches. "But do you know how to use it?"

Ashgar could speak in that form, but he doesn't feel any particular need to. He casts Mahiri a look, and offers a smirk. She smirks back. Then it's a matter of slowly turning his head to look at the pantheress behind him. That form might seem large, but he has all the agility of a cat when he's like that. Whipping around at frightening speed, he makes a leap for the black cat before she can think to react. By the look on her face, she sees him coming, but she simply doesn't care to get out of the way.

Down she goes to the ground under a pair of heavy paws. He holds her there, giving her a deep snarl and a flash of fangs, and she beams with delight in response. Well, not exactly the reaction he was looking for, but he'll take it. At least he flinches a little when he sinks his teeth into the connecting points of her outfit. Such minimal garb is no match for his fangs. He does her no harm, but he utterly shreds her druid leathers, leaving her stretched out with little more than rags clinging to her spotted form. That's a body he needs to lick.

His tongue is even harsher than their own in that form, scraping across her fur and skin with a rough rasp, leaving her streaked with lion saliva. He has to admit she makes his mouth water a little. The other option remains a temptation, but the scent of her rising desire keeps him focused. He pushes his face near hers, and opens up wide - but only to wrap his teeth around her throat, catching in her a dominant, possessive mating bit. She shows him exactly what he thinks of that by lifting up her legs and wrapping them around as much of him as possible. He's happy to accept that embrace and lock her into a bitey, rumbling mating press.

Mahiri slowly strips herself down as she watches that stiff lion cock slipping between Mira's thighs. She can't keep from touching herself any longer. Ashgar faintly senses her still, keeping a mental note of her position just in case the sneaky rogue tries anything. The rest of his attention is squarely on the soft druid pinned beneath his shifted form. He finds her sex after enough wild, bestial thrusting and sinks deep in a single thrust. She's so slick for him that it's easy to stuff her full, no matter how much bigger than her he might be.

The grip on her throat doesn't keep her from mrowling out her pleasure once the lion penetrates her. She's still gripping and even clawing at him a little, but his thick hide keeps him from feeling it much. He bites, he nibbles, he slurps, and most of all he humps her hard. Sinking smoothly inside of her until his hefty balls can plap her pussy hard, he bottoms out after just a few strokes and just keeps going harder. He needs [i]all[/i] of her, driving into that warmth, that velvety softness, feeling her writhing beneath him and squeezing on his cock. She's doing absolutely everything she needs to do to get bred by that horny beast, and he's not stopping for anything.

The leopardess is well within range of the misting and splashing of juices exchanging between the two cats rutting in the dirt. Mira's so damn wet that every thrust squeezes out another gush from her like she's cumming for Ashgar again and again. The way she's trembling around him, it almost feels like she is. That, and the shrieks she's letting out are all the motivation he needs to keep going harder, faster, holding back on the urge to pump her full at any instant. She's squeezing on him so hard he wants to cum inside her so badly, but his huffing, growling rut continues with all the power and stamina that comes with being a proper big cat.

Only when she tightens her thighs around his body, digs her toeclaws into him, and cums so fiercely it involves roaring and screaming at nearly the same moment does he lose control. She squirts on him so hard he simply has no choice but to breed her. The shuddering, clenching, milking grip utterly drains his balls of everything he has to give her. He shoots her womb full of lion cum and knocks her up in an instant. He [i]knows[/i] he does. That doesn't stop him from slamming harder, deeper, fucking her all throughout their mutual cumshot no matter how much of a mess it makes of them both.

Even Mahiri ends up with some of it trickling down her newly naked legs. She stands nearby, soaking it all in, sampling the scent of two druids mating in the woods. If ever there's been a good argument for joining that way of life, she's looking at. Ashgar slowly slips his cock out of Mira's thoroughly creamed cunt, still stiff, dripping, steaming, coated in everything that didn't just end up inside of her womb. He's hardly outside the pantheress for ten seconds before he has a pair of soft leopard lips wrapped around his cock. She's sucking him clean before he even has a chance to move, and he doesn't disapprove.

The way she's working that mouth and tongue, pushing him right down her throat like nothing, he's going to have to pull her off before long if he doesn't want to spill his next load in her belly. Not that there'd be anything wrong with that, but slowly turning to take in the sight of her naked rosettes has him all kinds of tempted. To his slight reluctance, he eventually denies himself that incredible blowjob, instead taking to circling the kneeling leopard, rumbling all the way. She doesn't turn her head to watch him. It's like she [i]wants[/i] him to ambush her from behind. Maybe that's a nice change of pace for the wicked backstabber.

He's happy to give her what she apparently wants. Of course he's going to pounce her just as hard as he did Mira. Taking her down with a predatory bite to the scruff makes her outright mewl as she collapses under his weight. He knows how that sensitive spot works on pretty kitties like her. Gnawing firmly, but never breaking the loose skin, he mounts up on her fine ass and beats those cheeks a few times with his cock. It's not exactly intentional. He's simply curling his body over her and finding the perfect position to claim her too, and that involves some rough humping.

When he ends up missing his spot and pressing beneath her tail, he decides he doesn't care. His shaft is sex-slick and leaking, lubing his entry into the cat's tight ring smoothly. Pushing deep into her taut, juicy ass leaves her mrowling in an even higher pitch than Mira's noises, but he doesn't stop. Mahiri doesn't want him to. Despite her shrieks and mewls, she's pressing back into him, squeezing on him, making sure he buries himself completely in her butt. Bottoming out with his balls resting snugly against her cheeks leaves him a moment to grunt and huff over his tightly clutched mate, and then it's all ferocity and lust pouring out on her soft, warm body.

This time, he's even rougher. He's not sure what sort of point he's proving to Mahiri exactly. She's not a druid. No need to one-up her. He just knows that her spotty ass feels good all wrapped around his dick, and clenches down just right whenever he thrusts especially hard. He makes a sloppy mess out of her hole just with all the pre he's pumping out, getting more and more erratic with his thrusts, pleasuring himself with her body. She's taking just as much pleasure from him, judging by the rising intensity of her harsh, sometimes piercing noises. They'd be frightful to hear in the night, but coming out of that ample, fuckable leopard, they have all the qualities of music.

His bellows and groans mix well with her voice. The cacophony creates an excellent backdrop to cum up her ass. He ruts himself nearly numb, smacking her booty with his balls so hard he can barely feel them by the time he's done. That doesn't make him slow down any. Nothing will. He fucks her until he's sure he'll break her, but she just keeps pushing back into him even if it means getting him bashing into her backside. What's a few bruises for pleasure like that?

Even in his semi-feral state of mind, he still takes satisfaction out of feeling her trembling around him. He's making her cum just by fucking her butt, and he's going to rock and ride out the resulting pleasure of all the kneading around his shaft that comes from that. She can really squeeze. Gripping tight, working hard, clenching out a climax that has her squirting on the grass as intensely as she's shrieking is the perfect moment to fill her up. With a snort and a growl rather than a roar, he plants his balls against her plump cheeks and bottoms out with a surge of ecstasy that milks him utterly dry.

Cumming, and shooting, and gushing until he's made her slosh proves just as satisfying as breeding her. He feels so potent in the moment he wonders if he might have somehow anyway. One single splash of seed to her still-quivering pussy would do it. He drains his nuts inside her until she's resting on a swollen belly, and only then does he start to release his teeth from around her neck. Slurping smoothly out of her, he rubs his dick against her fur and slowly shifts back to his usual form.

There he stands, looming over the sloshed, soaked, panting beauties he's so thoroughly satisfied. He strokes his chin and smirks to himself, pleased with his handiwork. He'll have to keep that form in mind if he runs into any more horny, mischievous cat ladies. For now, he gathers his things and gives his balls a light rub - they're a touch sore from all the plapping. The twins are doing nothing more than faintly purring there on the forest floor, and that's where he leaves them, with one more comment.

"I think I've made my point."

Refusing to elaborate further, he departs for further adventures. As draining as that might feel in the moment, he's already recovering as he treks on, deeper into the forest. Whatever he might face under the setting sun, he's going to be more ready for it than ever.

(Stats modestly increased)

[b]Seduce the cat twins (failure)[/b]

Properly seducing the twins is simply going to be a matter of using the right form. Ashgar concentrates for a moment. It should be as easy as simply willing the change to come over himself, but the sound of straining leather distracts him. He looks up to find the cats beaming at him, dangerously. They're changing too. Not into a new form, but into one that's even more impressive, even more excessively curved. Mahiri's light armour can't hold on any longer. Something snaps, and a buckle goes whizzing right past his head from the pent up pressure of containing her newly enhanced body.

Soon, the twins are even more than they already were. Their busts burst forth from their garments, ripping through fabric with their growth. Just as impressive are their [i]bulges[/i]. Those can't be contained for long either. They keep getting bigger, swelling with transformative energy. Stripping the last of their clothing off when it isn't simply ruined by their change, they soon presented two glistening, naked feline bodies to him, enhanced and tempting him with their more than ample tits, a twinned pair of plump balls, and big, shiny, black cocks pushing forth from their sheaths.

Breathing in their scents already has his head spinning a little. Listening to them rumbling at him isn't helping either. If anything, it makes him start to transform himself to be a little lesser, a little trimmer, more feminine and girly around the hips. It's hard to say himself whether that's a conscious or subconscious decision. When they approach, their tails lashing through the air, their hips swinging, their stiffening shafts rising tall, he remains rooted in place, not saying a word.

"So, you must be the one I've been looking for," Mira says, pressing close to his ear.

"I don't see any other druids around. Looks like we've got you all alone now, hmm?" Mahiri gets in even closer, licking along the side of his neck.

Ashgar shivers, despite the warmth surrounding him. He feels the touch of their busts pressing to his shoulders. They surround him in naked cat breasts until they can squish him between their chests. He doesn't object to getting sandwiched in all that softness, especially when it means feeling the vibrations emanating up from their chests. Biting his lip and squirming where he stands, tenting his loincloth in an instant, he can only come to one conclusion. He's already succumbed to their charms. All that remains is to find out what the consequences for his failure to resist them might be.

"You've been looking for me?" He takes a deep breath, one that has him all the more infused with their feline essence. "This is not the customary way I'd welcome you to my forest, but it will have to do."

"I think so. Either way, you'll do nicely.." Mira nibbles him on the ear.

"Want to see how we'd welcome you, if you were our guest?" Mahiri presses her fully rigid shaft right against his hip, and takes to slowly grinding until he is deeply smeared with a generous layer of precum.

They hardly give him much of a chance to reply. Pressing even closer from either side lets them outright thrust against his slimmer, girlier body. They soak his fur and with just what's leaking from their fully aroused cocks. He dwells deep between their tits, utterly smothered, barely able to breathe, and loving every second of it. Rubbing his face deeply into her cleavage, Mira holds him in place while Mahiri squishes her bust against the back of his head. Only when he is starting to get squirmy from the lack of air do they let him pull back, but only slightly.

The two of them together have such a potent horny scent. Despite being twins, each of them carries a slightly different musk. Mahiri's is smoother, like the city dweller she is. Mira's is wilder, more familiar. He huffs them both with his every shuddered breath as they rub against him. Finally, he nods. Of course he wants to see. The first thing he finds was that it involves them slipping into position on either side of him, and bending him over with surprising force.

(If bred Mahiri)

The leopardess in particular takes the new position with deeply rumbling, even growling enthusiasm. Perhaps fucking him just as hard as he fucked her is her way of getting revenge. Or is it her way of repaying a favour? It's hard to say for sure, the way she grabs him by the tail and tugging so hard he can't help but gasp and even yelp into the slight tuft of fur around the base of Mira's sheath.

--

The form he has taken - consciously or not - is powerless to resist them. He gets even more deeply caught up in their scents when he finds himself smothered just above the base of Mira's cock. There he pushes himself even deeper into intoxication by huffing her as deeply as his lungs can manage. Overloading his senses with pure pantheress makes his eyes water and roll slightly, leaving his nose twitching, his long lizard tongue slipping out from between his lips in a horny pant. He laps at her, cleaning every drop of perspiration from her fur before moving onto her shaft. She soaks up the attention at first, but it doesn't take her long to dig her fingers into his hair and show him exactly where she wants him.

While the pantheress is clutching him by the skull, the leopardess steals his loincloth so he could be just as exposed as they were. The alterations to his form have proven a fine prediction. He has a fine, ample rump to slap a stiff cock against, leaving a wet mark in his fur when Mahiri spanks him. She growls intensely, almost snarling as she gets to grinding her way between his cheeks. Grabbing him by the arms to pull back and stretch him out like he's a sleigh she's about to ride only leaves him all the more overpowered. In his current form, he probably can't break free of their grasp even if he wants to, and he's in no state to concentrate and change himself when they're preparing to spitroast him like he so suddenly, intensely needs.

There's no ceremony to penetrating him. Mira glides her way along his outstretched tongue until she finds his lips, and there she presses until he readily accepts her inside. Her wild taste immediately overwhelms his palate just as it leaves him craving more. Licking all around the tip of her cock, digging his tongue into her foreskin, lapping across the leaking slit, he takes as much from her as he can before she simply pushes deeper and deeper until his throat is outright bulging with her size. His altered form can take that much cat cock without so much as a momentary gag, and his flexible tongue can wrap all around it and give it even more pleasure than she's already taking from him.

Similarly smooth is just how deeply he can take the leopard under the tail. He feels made for this. Or shaped for this, at least. A lewdly pulsing, glossy, dripping cock fits so snugly between his cheeks. She finds her spot and eases in, but as soon as she's inside of him she casts aside all traces of tender care. Plunging forth and stuffing him nearly to the hilt at once might have made him cry out if not already so muffled by the panther pumping his face. Mira fucks his mouth slowly as Mahiri buries herself deep, until he can feel a pair of truly hefty feline nuts tapping both his lower lip and the back of his own balls all at once.

They hold him there, fully impaled on both sides, until he's barely even balancing on the tips of his toes anymore. They support his weight between the two of them, holding themselves inside of him. He's not sure who starts thrusting first. One of them responds to the other's motions until their bodies fall naturally into sync, twins that they are. Humping firmly, deeply, wetly keeps those balls plapping against him from both sides, leaving the juices pouring down his chin and taint alike.

It doesn't take long to get him moaning for them. They increase the pace, putting the pressure on his extra tender button. Did he make himself even more sensitive with his transformation? It sure feels like it. Even swallowing Mira's cock over and over brings a pleasure of its own, for all the flavour she's mashing into his tongue with every thrust. The muffled groans of delight as he's utterly dominated by the twins right in the middle of his own forest are as wet and sloppy as the throatfuck he's getting.

"That's a good forest boy." Mahiri seemingly can't come up with anything better than that.

"Shall we discuss our territory split now, or later?" Mira is probably joking. He doesn't worry about it for now.

He all but blacks out - or is that just his vision getting smothered in Mira's dark fur? - as they rut his extra girly form with their own indulgent, even ridiculous transformed selves. His gullet and belly alike are bulging every time they bury themselves deep inside him. Sometimes they alternate thrusts, going back and forth in opposite motions, sometimes they change their rhythm and sync up nicely until they're pounding him from both sides in spine-bending unison. He can take it. As girly and slight as this form might seem, it's made to endure vicious, savage poundings from the horniest of beasts.

When he can't feel his legs anymore, and his mind is starting to blank out from swallowing so much scent and taste alike, the twins move to finish him off in a rising crescendo of fucking that rattles his body to the core. He's utterly pulsing for them, of course. Dripping a steady stream of juices down his thighs demonstrates just how much he's enjoying himself, even if most of his contributions consist of wriggling and sometimes bumping back into Mahiri's hips just to make her sink a little deeper inside of him.

For all they're doing to him, for as numb as he might be from the repeated slaps of their balls to his body, he's still the one who goes over the edge first. It doesn't take a single stroke to his cock. Mahiri's own pressing his button again and again, grinding, soaking him inside with her constant spurts, that's all it takes. The taste of Mira plunging down his throat or rubbing all over his tongue only sends him deeper into ecstasy.

It's not the first time he's covered the forest floor in his cum, but it's an especially notable one. He has so much to pump out thanks to the double cat attack, and even more when they contribute their own seed to the mess they're making out of him. He starts gulping before Mira even finishes in his mouth. He knows he's going to need to be ready, and he's right. The rush of rich, potent feline spunk shoots straight down his throat, leaving him chugging hard just as he takes a load deep under his tail. Mahiri pulls his arms back even more harshly just to keep him twitching for her and milking her cock all throughout their shared climax.

He's left a sloshing mess, drooling, dripping, overflowing as they finish off inside of him, down to the very last flex of cocks and pump of balls. Thick streams pour down from both ends even before they've pulled out. When they do, the resulting [i]splurch[/i] seems to echo among the trees, as if announcing to them all who reigns among the woods now. He's left coughing up panther jizz while plenty more leopard seed leaks from his backside, slumping down to the grass and fallen leaves, sprawled out in the heated aftermath. They eventually let him go, but that involves letting him collapse to the dirt.

Looming over him, Mira nudges him with her paw as he pants and hacks away.

"Do you think we ought to wait and make sure he's alright?"

"Nah."

"Mm."

He doesn't see them go, but he can faintly hear them padding away on paws that soon prove silent before they've gone far. Ashgar is alone to recover and pick himself back up, but even catching a breather isn't going to bring him back to what he was before. He's just going to have to shoulder the burden of that pleasurable embarrassment, and hope the fatigue he feels in the afterglow doesn't shake his focus for the path ahead.

(Stats reduced)

[b]Eat the cat twins (success)[/b]

If he's going to take them both at once, he's going to need all his transforming tricks. Just how many can he pull off at once? He'll have to find out. Rather than take on any one particular species, he throws as many into the mix as he can think of. Their sly approach is counted by a pair of broad, leathery bat wings that appear suddenly on his back. A snakelike tail trips Mira up and binds her legs together. She doesn't seem all that bothered by the turn of events in truth, which gives him more energy to focus on embracing the very squirmy leopardess in his wings and arms alike.

Altering his muzzle to sport a matching pair of great, shiny fangs was enough to distract her briefly. He opened wide and enveloped her face with a solid [i]glomf[/i], kneading leather to leather with those powerful wings. Framing her shoulders between those long, curved daggers proves a potent argument for her to keep still. She squirms slightly less in response. Her body is completely enveloped in that winged embrace as he winds more and more of his snakelike tail around the pantheress, leaving her to watch the outline of the other cat squirm beneath the membranes.

Ashgar can still taste her through the leather. He soaks her outfit in saliva, slathering her all over with a long, flexible tongue, digging into the grooves of her armour. When he can, he reaches to disarm her whenever he finds one of her obvious or hidden weapons on her person. Just how many knives does one cat need? Those probably wouldn't be especially pleasant to digest, but he's pretty sure he's got them all by the time he's stretching his bat maw around the rise of her bust. Curling his tongue all around her middle and waist more or less secures her in place.

Gulping deep, surrounding that clever rogue with his pulsing gullet, Ashgar continues gobbling down his wrapped up meal, using the strength of his transformation to subdue her squirms. His swallows echo around her head and take in more and more of her confined curves. He can feel the seams of her leather starting to strain around her from all the movement. A little clawing helps relieve some of the pressure, exposing her spots one by one in the tears that form across her modest protective layer.

Squeezing several more loops around Mira keeps her just barely getting enough air, and certainly not able to fight him. He's still a bit surprised by how little she seems to try, even when he's eating her sister right in front of her. But that suits him just fine. A little squeak of pleasure escapes him as he swallows down to Mahiri's waist. It's time for his favourite part of devouring someone. One of his favourites, anyway. Curling his lower lip between her thighs, inching his fangs over the curve of her ass, he frames her in his jaws and whips his head back to free her from his wings and fling her legs up through the air, flailing and thrashing in her final throes.

The [i]mmmfs[/i] of objection from his prey don't do much to sway him. He guzzles her down smoothly and warmly, shaking and shuddering along the way with pleasure that he simply can't hide. That loincloth of his hides very little, tenting with his predatory arousal. He drips. He throbs. Most of all, he gulps as hard as he can, swelling his belly with more and more delicious, partly wrapped leopard meat, all thanks to his present hybrid appearance. His features and wings are batlike, but his stature remains that of a bear, his tail a snake's, his tongue a lizard's. It's the perfect form to devour a thief in his forest who never even got a chance to fight back.

One more swallow sends him briefly staggering with the weight that settles deep into his barrel gut. He soon regains his balance when he's slurping her tail away. She's a fighter, a kicker, but there's no escaping the belly that hugs and kneads at her from every side, sloshing and churning away just as aggressively as she hisses at him for eating her. He's plenty full and ready to nap against a tree, but he's still got a pantheress to deal with - one whose relative inaction has him suspicious. She has similar powers to his own. What's she planning?

Looking down at the captive black cat, he ponders a little longer. It goes without saying that he's going to need a different form to eat her. What sort of druid would he be if he uses the same one twice? Eventually, he stretches out those wings, but rather than leathery, they take on a feathery appearance. He keeps his lower half as before - sturdy, bearlike, with a snake tail perfect for keeping her in place - but lets the feathery coverage continue until he's an imposing horned owl from the waist up. Lifting her up with his tail, he can't help a little speech.

"That's one down. Now it's time to deal with the intrusive mouse in my forest."

His beak is exactly as flexible as he desires it to be. His body can shift and form itself around his second meal when needed. Lifting Mira right up above his head with his tail alone, he dangles her there, letting her faintly kick, hanging above an open beak. Down she comes, inch by inch. He's teasing her, even while his belly is already sapping his energy to loudly gurgle around Mahiri. Lowering her mostly naked body down paws first into his mouth comes easily enough. He's going to inch his way along her spotty self and savour her taste as much as he can while a leopard churns beneath his feathery gut.

Intensely focused, licking her, nibbling her with his beak, he makes his way up a pair of especially meaty thighs until she's all but sitting in his jaws. Of course he has to gnaw on her thick ass a few times, squeezing her in his beak, taking in the full extent of her squishy, slightly lazy curves. A little deeper and he can do the same to her belly. She's plumper than his first meal, and sure to fill him up even more, but he's not stopping now. Not when he has such a drool-worthy pair of tits so close to getting tucked away in his open beak.

A deep, hungry squish on her bust once she's in that deep is his place to pause for a time. Partly to arrange her for the final swallow, leaving her dipped in his gullet, bulging him out, writhing every time he kneads down on her body. One more long, deep [i]squeeze[/i] before he can curl his tongue behind her head and slobber into her hair, and he's well on his way to finishing her off. It doesn't matter how fat he's getting with her. He can always shift into something trimmer. And the [i]power[/i] he'll get from digesting them both at once is going to be worth it. It's always good to complete a set of twins.

Hard, deep [i]ULPS[/i] drag her away with nothing more than a sigh from the panther's lips. He's not about to consider whether or not she's enjoying it. She's soft, she's warm, and she's going to feel amazing all tucked away inside his swollen gut. Once she finally settles down in there, all curled up and squished against her sister, getting soaked in juices and hugged by the walls around her, there's not much room for a struggle. Ashgar is glad for that. He's not going to last long carrying that much weight around, but he staggers back and collapses against a tree, slowly shifting into his regular, if still hybrid form so he can let out a belch with a familiar mouth.

A few solid pats on the shapes outlined beneath his fur keep them wriggling a little longer. It's hard to tell who's who anymore, for how similar they are. Both of them simmer nicely inside of him, granting him all manner of new strength, and new ideas for forms he can take with everything he's siphoning from them in the process of digesting them. That's going to take some time, though. He's going to need a serious nap to truly add them to his form, and that's what he prepares to do, laying his head back against the trunk behind him despite the occasional yowly protests from his two course meal.

"That ought to teach you," he murmurs to them before he's out, with no further explanation needed for what exactly they're supposed to learn from this. That won't matter much once they're good and absorbed. Probably.

(Stats increased)

[b]Eat the cat twins (failure)[/b]

He swears he just saw her. One moment, he's watching the cat twins carefully, ready to transform into something suitably predatory, and the next Mahiri has simply vanished from sight. Mira is still there, watching him with a soft smile. Her eyes twinkle briefly, and that's the only warning he gets. A snarling beast pounces from behind him, where before there was no sound, no scent, not even the sixth sense of a presence like her. He's taken down by the weight of the cat on his back, and the grip of her bite locked in around the side of his throat.

Though those teeth do him no real harm, they serve as a substantial warning of what might come if he resists too much. She has him down, and there she lies, pinning him, squishing her leatherclad bust to his back, even thrusting against his tailbase triumphantly. The rogue's outfit fits her so snugly that he can all but feel the precise details of her pussy all outlined beneath the black. She keeps rubbing up against him as she holds him there, allowing him just enough range of movement to tilt his head back and observe the pantheress stripping from her limited garments.

A loincloth and top go to the forest floor, forgotten, as she makes her approach. He can already breathe in her arousal. Mahiri's too, if partly tinged by leather and sweat alike. The leopardess keeps him there, clutching him, clawing him, chomping him, until Mira can take a seat right in front of his face, giving him a good view of her dark, lust-glazed pussy. He bathes in her head and she simply spreads her thighs out, wiggling her toes in the air, speaking casually, if condescendingly.

"Oh, were you planning something fancy? You'll have to be quicker than that. My sister is very sneaky. I hardly know how she does it with all those colours."

Mahiri rumbles her approval as she humps away at her pounced captive. She doesn't bother to speak. That'd mean removing her teeth from around his throat. Keeping him right in place as Mira reaches to take him by the hair, she gnaws away even as the pantheress pulls him between her legs and smothers him soundly against her sex. There he's smeared up in a cocktail of intoxicating pheromones, soaked in her juices, smothered so deeply he can barely breathe anything but her. They both make sure of it.

"Just be a good little druid. You've eaten plenty of wild pussy before, I'm sure."

Mira's teasing comes with a constant purr, projected under her words even as she's speaking. It all makes it a lot easier to slip into her seductive embrace, to stop struggling so much and simply show her what his tongue can do. Even in base form he still has that lizard side that can lash across a pair of velvet folds, and nimbly spread them apart to delve a little deeper. Her resulting snort and snarl is a satisfying enough reward though. It's not enough of a show to make Mahiri get off of him, but the more he tastes the panther, the less concerned he is about being forced to do so.

Somehow, Mahiri is still managing to work her straps and buckles with one free hand while still pressing ever so close to him. Grinding on him as she strips from top to bottom, she eventually raises her hips briefly, only to come back down atop him with her breasts and pussy bare against his own fur. There she grinds and strokes, gliding her sex along his spine as she gnaws him, dangerously growling right near his ear. He can feel it resonating through his bones, encouraging him to keep going, to keep worshipping and eating and enveloping himself in pure pantheress, no matter how deep he goes.

Perhaps he ought to rethink just how devoted he is to the black cat squeezing his head between her thighs. Not only does she take her tongue inside her, but part of his muzzle too. His nose is soon buried fully inside of her, caught up and squeezed by the contractions of pleasure he's granting her. Dragging him ever so deeper with those constant clenches eventually results in everything going dark. He can feel Mahiri release his neck with her fangs, in favour of a new collar clasping around him. It takes him a moment to realize he's shoulder-deep in panther pussy, feeling every little kneading flex dragging him inwards a little more.

When he tries to get his arms up to push her off of him, Mahiri's there to subdue him. She's still grinding on him too even as she pulls his arms behind his back. Though he's probably stronger than her, she knows how to manipulate his joints just right, almost hurting him but not quite. In that position, he's helpless to fight Mira off. She keeps taking him inside until it's abundantly clear that she's not merely using him for a toy. Her malleable druid form makes the stretch simple for her. She doesn't so much as flinch, even when she's overtaking his shoulders and plunging his face into her waiting womb, smothering him in scent, in taste, in a slick coating of juices that clings to every inch of his features. Her rumbles come filtered through her flesh, seeming to echo all around him right along with the constant slurping and suckling that comes with being swallowed by the feline's sloppy cunt.

Ashgar is absolutely drenched by the time he's down to his chest inside Mira. Mahiri finally rises up, but it's only to kneel on his legs and steal his loincloth. He's not sure what difference that makes. Attempting to kick his way from under her doesn't work well. Nor can he flail about when he's halfway consumed, with the leopardess clutching him by the thighs like that, shoving him away. He rushes along through the clenching tunnel, curling up in Mira's expanding belly, tucked away in a flexible womb that warmly pulses all around him on his arrival. It's welcoming and pleasant to the touch, but that doesn't keep him from wiggling his last where he's framed between a pair of black, spotted thighs.

A push on the bottoms of his paws helps tuck him away fully along with the tip of his tail. Mahiri follows that panther all the way to the end, until she's the one with her face between Mira's legs, kissing fondly against those quivering lips. The panther is just as tight as ever, sealing up behind her prey once Ashgar is fully consumed within her. He pushes out at the chamber and feels it faintly clenching back, kneading down on him with an intensity that's already rising. From a mild tremor to a constant clenching grip that threatens to squeeze the life right out of him, he's soon overwhelmed by his prison, squished and squeezed as if being juiced. That's not far from the case.

"Mmmm, ohhh, help him along ... he's going to be such a mess ..."

Mira moans her words in a voice just short of orgasm, flopping back and sprawling out on the forest floor as her sister slurps her pussy. Mahiri gets her whole mouth around those folds to get as much as possible, plunging her tongue inside, feasting upon all that forbidden flavour. Those juices only get thicker the longer Ashgar lingers inside of her. He's softening, sinking, slumping into the embrace of the womb working all around him much like a digestive chamber, albeit one much less harsh than a belly.

He's guzzling the very juices he's becoming by the end. It's almost a pleasant experience. Every part of him relaxes as he turns into Mira's next squirt. Her belly is already smoothing, already shrinking down as she makes the outline of her prey less and less distinct. Mahiri is right there with her rough tongue to slurp out every drop of pleasure she can get and give alike. The pantheress is building, quivering, pumping, curling her toes. She lays a hand on her forehead and soon simply shrieks into the sky, scattering the birds and other small animals in earshot for at least a mile.

Gushing right in Mahiri's face leaves the cunning rogue absolutely bathed in the results of her predatory orgasm. The last of Ashgar sinks down into nothing with a heavy [i]slosh[/i] within her womb, blanking out his mind in an instant. He doesn't get to appreciate the final juicy aftermath of his own consumption, but he does contribute ever so well to making sure the Mahiri gets soaked to the skin in a fragrant dose of panther juices. Maybe there's some small trace of him left in that intoxicating aroma that sticks those long red locks to her back, or maybe he's been completely assimilated and eradicated.

Whether such a fate even taught the panther anything or enhanced her ability in any way isn't clear. Maybe she simply claimed him for nothing more than a good climax. With his journey over, he'll never know. He's left to steam and drip from Mahiri's features as the sisters pant together in the forest he once called his own. It looks like there's a new owner now, one who has already marked the soil in her scent.

GAME OVER

[b]Intro [/b]

If he's going to truly master his transformative powers, Ashgar is going to have to venture much deeper into the forest. He needs to be well away from any interlopers, any sort of civilized person. To properly challenge himself, he'll need to face a dangerous beast and come out on top. In one sense of the phrase or another.

There are no obvious trails out here, but he knows the less trodden paths just as well. Moving slowly, crouched low, he feels as if he's prepared for any threat. There's a stirring among the branches. Not the breeze, but rather a sensation that's more a matter of intuition. It directs him. There's somewhere he needs to be, and someone he needs to meet. With nature as his guide, it doesn't take him long to encounter the creature he feels he's [i]meant[/i] to encounter. There's no mistaking what he sees.

[b]Thastillith[/b]

That's the biggest snake he's ever seen. He's not looking at an anaconda or other massive constrictor, either. The golden scales and relaxed hood of the massive king cobra strike him as oddly out of place. Shouldn't such a venomous species prefer a warmer climate? Perhaps he's not in the presence of a mere beast, but a traveller in snake form. Knowing full well a single bite is likely to be almost instantaneously fatal, he decides to take the chance and treat the serpent as an interloper possibly in need of assistance, rather than a predator.

He makes sure not to startle the resting snake. Rustling leaves around him to get that hooded head to turn towards him, he makes his way forward very slowly, hands held up to show he means no harm. The snake's hood twitches, raising slightly with caution, but there's no immediate hostile response. If he's reading those serpentine features correctly, the look those golden eyes are giving him contain curiosity, more than anything.

"Hello," he softly says. "Do you understand me?"

"Perfectly, yes." The snake nods her head. Her voice is a gentle, accented tone that speaks of experience. "I was not expecting to see other people out this far."

"Pardon if I'm interrupting something. I was curious if you might need a guide in these woods."

"No help needed. I know the way. And you're not interrupting anything more than meditations." She tips her head down, and inflates her hood a little more. It's not an aggressive gesture, or at least he doesn't think so. She looks all the more elegant like that. "I am Thastillith, if you'd like. Thast is fine."

"Well, you are most welcome in the forest, Thastillith. I am Ashgar, warden of these woods."

"I am glad to have found you, Ashgar. It saves me a great deal of trouble. Would you be so kind as to step into my coils for a time? I could use your assistance with ... something rather urgent."

Her tone remains exactly the same as she says that, but he feels a certain spark of something, a little twinkle in her eyes. She means something by that, most certainly. The snake is looking for more than just a cuddle. Whether that means she's in search of a meal, or merely some relief for her desires, he can't say for certain. She gives no sign. He's not going to refuse such an offer. He's not entirely sure if he has a choice.

• "Certainly."

• "Certainly. But first -" (Transform to snake form if acquired)

[b]Ending (Success)[/b]

It's almost a relief to have his fate entirely out of his hands. He offers himself to Thastillith's coils and finds himself pleasantly embraced by the thick golden loops of her body. It's like falling into the deepest hug he's ever experienced. She's not even the first snake he's ever been with, but she's the [i]most[/i]. He feels as if he completely vanishes from the outside world when she winds herself around him enough times to completely encase him in her cool, scaly body.

Dwelling there allows him to give her as much of his body heat as he can spare, radiating outwards into the squeezing snake as she softly hisses to him and holds him close.

"That's much better already. It feels good to have a furred thing near me. Though you are much more than a [i]thing[/i], of course."

When he can move enough to look up at her, he finds her kindly smiling at him. That's enough to disarm most of his worries right then. She flicks her tongue out against his face and he fully accepts that tasting, even so near to her fangs. Those remain mostly hidden by her subdued expression. Maybe she's shy about them. All he can do is press closer and closer to her until he's hugging her right back. There's no need to even shift his form. Everything feels right just as it is.

Though she is cooler to the touch than he is, there's still some heat emanating off of her. He finds it soon enough. Pressing against her coils means nothing is hidden from each other. No impulse, no urge, no desire. Though they have only just met, they fall into a silent consensus of what the other needs. A kiss, for one. Ashgar shows no fear when he accepts that forked tongue into his mouth, looping his own around it to playfully squeeze. A shuffle of coils and a rub of scales to fur eventually has their inner heat aligned, and from there there's no question as to what they both need.

He's pulsing for her. Never before has his loincloth felt like such a burden. She's left him just enough room in her many-looped embrace to reach down and pull it out of the way so that he can properly press his shaft to her sex. Any worries that they might be too different, that they might not fit together are soon quelled by the wet, inviting touch of bare flesh to his own. He pushes inside of her, penetrating a needful hole to the sound of her hisses. The intensity of the sound spilling from her might be an imposing one, but knows for certain it's nothing but pleasure.

There, he begins to thrust, to pump, to share in mutual pleasure and passion with the one he felt he was meant to meet in all his time in the forest. They've been drawn together for this moment. She squeezes him ever so slightly harder, just enough to hinder his breathing slightly, but he doesn't care. Not when she's also kneading so pleasantly around his fully buried shaft. He presses his balls snug to her cloaca, to her wet, welcoming snake slit, and mates with the snake in the grass for as long as it still brings forth her finest of sounds.

When she moans for him, it's a blissful note in the stream of wet hisses and slurping [i]schlicks[/i] of lizardbear cock stroking and stimulating everything she needs touched. He's fallen under her spell just as thoroughly as she's fallen under his. They roll and writhe together as she strokes his entire body in the coils that wind and unwind, tighten, loosen, undulate in pleasure that courses through every single inch of her lengthy body. He's not stopping for anything. She's growing wetter around him, tighter, warmer even. A stream of arousal pours from her serpentine sex, clinging to the pair of lizardbear balls plapping and pumping up against the outer confines. Her voice comes not as a hiss, but as a song.

"Breed with me. Give me everything. I have been longing for one such as you ..."

He cannot possibly refuse such a beautiful woman. He looks into her eyes once more, framed by her fully raised hood. Her fangs are on display, but he sees nothing more than the snake he wants to mate with, to make into a mother. He can feel her heart racing, pumping in time to his constant thrusts. In and out, sometimes lingering to stroke and grind her in place she's surely never been able to touch herself. The mess streaks over his fur, glistens upon her scales, and the sounds ring out in slurping succulence. They fill the forest with their songs and their scents, driving towards breeding on nothing more than instinct. It's hard to say who's more of a beast.

As much as Ashgar fully intends to fuck Thast for as long as she wants him, she squeezes him just right on one particular thrust and leaves him trembling, vibrating all over as he looks up to see her wearing that same gentle smile. She wants him to finish. She's not giving him a choice. He all but collapses atop her lower coils, feeling her kneading on his back, or looping his shoulders, massaging him, grasping him, [i]keeping[/i] him. She milks him for everything he can give her, draining away his ambitions of making love to her until the moon rises and falls once more. It's all happening [i]now[/i].

A roar, a bellow, and a shaky cry accompany him unloading inside of her. He knows he's breeding her. He can feel the life energy glowing between them. There's nothing more blissful than impregnating the golden snake looped all around his body, especially when she takes to holding him closer, tighter, squeezing him just enough to feel the strength in her body without doing him any real harm. He cums for her. He fills her. Every single drop he can give her ends up snug inside her sleek, soft snake sex, and it's all the better when he hears her cry of ecstasy echo through the evening.

There's still a hiss beneath every sound, but most of all there are her moans. She sings out to tell all the birds and beasts of how she's getting knocked up by the forest's guardian. She won't let him go until they're both done. Her tail remains in place, locked all around him, but it never feels like a prison to Ashgar. He fucks her full of seed and keeps her pleasure at a peak until they both start to slump, as if to sink right through the ground itself. Still inside of her, he tucks his head beneath her chin and snuggles into her neck while she softly huffs above him. Her hugs surround him and keep him where he needs to be, still comfortable within her sex, keeping his cock warm just as his body provides all the heat she could need for a sleepy night in the woods.

Perhaps it is not the well of great power he's been seeking, but Ashgar's journey has brought him a reward all the same. This is exactly where he's going to sleep, held close in the tender snake's care, delighted to make such a rare treasure into a mom.

[b]Ending (Failure) [/b]

Stepping closer and closer to her puts him into striking range. He knows that, but he simply can't resist her allure. She's bobbing her head at him as if hypnotized - or maybe it's her that's charming him. Looking into her eyes has a way of relaxing him, even with her hood fully raised and her fangs on display like that. For all the venom in her head, it's not her bite that gets him. While he's caught up staring into her great, deadly mouth, she snatches him with her tail and brings him down into the seemingly endless loops of her waiting coils.

"Need ... you ..." she half whispers, half hisses.

He's lost in her in moments. She struck so swiftly that he doesn't get so much as a chance to gasp. They're far from face to face. Soon, he feels the flick of her tongue along his paws. It tickles, but that's not the only reason he squirms. Does she plan to eat him feet first? There's saliva dripping from her forked tongue. She's wet in other places, too. That's evident when he finds himself all but snout deep in her sex, shoved right in his face, slick and dripping with the kind of lust that has her entire enormous body trembling.

What else is a druid to do when such a beauty seizes him, shaking with need? He knows how to use his tongue to please all manner of creatures. A snake slit is hardly a challenge for him. There's no room in her tight grip for him to speak, and he doesn't need to say a thing. His talents can speak for him. He licks and slurps his way deeper and deeper into the squeezing snake, eating her out without a moment's hesitation as she shoves her tail tighter and tighter to his face. Such a hybrid tongue as his can stroke and slobber all over her every little detail, digging deep, tasting the divine nectar that comes with such a state of absolute desire. She's only getting wetter the more he serves her.

Her voice breaks through the sloppy sounds of the lizardbear doing his best to please her. "Need ... more ..."

She barely sounds in control anymore. He knows how dangerous that might be, and yet he keeps going, keeps eating her out even as her coils tighten enough to leave his breath slightly short. Another tug, another push, and she takes a little more of him into her. He can feel the writhing, kneading pressure all around his snout. It tugs at him and holds him in place. That's no reason to stop tonguing her. He keeps going until she's making such a mess, drenching him with such lust that he's swallowing snake lust right from the source.

Going deeper and deeper into her intoxicating serpent scent helps him forget all about the risk of letting her [i]take[/i] him. Her tongue ever plays along his paws, but she never takes him into her mouth. She's found somewhere else to put him. Her coils curl around his waist especially tight, using that grip as leverage to push him, to shove him into her body, to swallow him up with her glistening sex until he's neck-deep in snake pussy. The resulting [i]clench[/i] of pleasure brings a long, breathy moan out of the snake that he can still hear despite the muffling flesh all around his ears.

It's one thing to use him as a toy, to pleasure herself pumping him back and forth, in and out. There is no out, only in. She nudges her nose at his rear where it's visible between her grasping coils, flicking her tongue under his loincloth to taste his balls. That small pleasure can't fully distract from the fact that she's swallowing him. Plunging him deeper and deeper into her slit has him enveloped by the flexible sex, delving deep into her silken confines that hug him from all sides. The inner squeezes are just as powerful as the ones working around his trapped body, holding so firmly as to suppress even the smallest squirms.

He can't help but twitch with a little lust even so. Her tongue feels good on him, and her scent and taste overpower him to the point of stupor. He's still just clear enough to know to pull back, to try to escape her. No amount of muscle is going to get him out of that situation, and his abilities remain suppressed by the drenching she's giving him. He's bathing in her juices and bulging in her coils, and yet he still manages to hear some semblance of what she's telling him in his half-swallowed state.

"I am sorry. All of you. I need [i]all.[/i]" Her voice rises to a breathy gasp of pleasure once he's halfway inside of her. What he can still hear of her tone is enough to know she's not letting him out, not when it feels this good.

Thast hardly even has to push him in anymore. The pumping contractions pull him along towards his fate all on their own. Flexing and massaging all around him like that is oddly soothing. It has a way of draining the fight from his instincts in favour of simply submitting to the snake. He knows she's going to have her way, no matter what he does. He might as well enjoy what he can, slipping and sliding his way inside of her until there remain only a pair of legs sticking out of her stretched slit. She has more than enough room for him all tucked away within her. Getting stuffed way inside the serpent's womb is far too pleasant to keep him panicking for long.

Polishing him off with one more good lick of his paws that ends in her slurping at her own soaked sex, she leaves him as nothing more than a stretched out bulge within her lower coils. He's quite clearly visible even like that. The highlights of his form show through the scales, outlined where he faintly wriggles. The rippling walls keep him suitably subdued, working those juices deeper and deeper into him as the trembling pleasure persists all around him. He can hear the rising ecstasy in Thast's heavy breaths, in the pump of her heart, and can feel it in every single contracting muscle working all around him. It's only getting tighter, stimulating him with squeezes so he can share in her pleasure, even as she nearly drowns him in fluids.

Those grow thicker all around him, sinking deep into his skin until he feels soaked through. The serpent curls her tail so she can stick the very tip into her slit in a way she's done so many times before. With so few who can properly satisfy her - or who are willing to try - she's learned to take care of herself by now. Fucking herself makes her wetter, tighter, clenching more furiously around her prey. He feels at first as if he's getting crushed by the wet walls pressing down on him, [i]glurching[/i] him with surprising aggression, but it's something more than that.

The more the cobra masturbates with the druid inside her womb, the softer he gets. The very essence that Ashgar is becoming is leaking down her scales, soaking her plunging tail. She's hissing so sharply as if to snarl as she pumps her slit. Her entire body rolls and writhes with the pleasure she brings herself, leaving her sprawling across the grass, twisting, convulsing, completely unable to calm herself when she's caught up in a climax that can only come from such an indulgence. She's juicing Ashgar down to nothing, ready to turn him into a fine misting of snake juices when she finally goes off.

It doesn't take much longer. Softer and softer goes the lizardbear, smoothing over, sinking down, but that gradual process is overtaken by the sudden [i]CLENCH[/i] to finally smush him down to nothing more than Thastillith's next squirt. From thinking, squirming, melting down into the mess she's making of him, to completely assimilated into the liquid lust flooding and overflowing from the snake, he's gone in an instant. Thast works her tail until she hits that spot, until she pushes past her limits and kisses her way over the edge. Snakish sounds transform to simply a womanly scream of bliss as she releases him at last, to paint and soak the forest, cummed out by the horny serpent in a great squirt of splattering ecstasy.

Soaking in the aftermath leaves time for regretting going so far with the druid who only bought her pleasure, but Thast instead curls up around herself to lull herself into a slightly quivering sleep in the afterglow. It's not a question of whether she should have gone all the way with Ashgar. She [i]needed[/i] to, and he just happened to have the luck of stumbling upon her while she was in the midst of an insatiable serpentine heat.

GAME OVER

[b]Ending (Secret) [/b]

He has just the thing for her. His experience with Alice has prepared him perfectly for this encounter. Transforming is simply a matter of thinking it. He keeps his upper half largely the same as it is, and transforms everything below the waist into a lengthy stretch of serpent coils. Though her typical expressions are hard to read, there's no mistaking what he sees lighting up in Thastillith's eyes in the moment of the great reveal. Her voice does well not to betray her visible excitement.

"Yes. That will do nicely."

Moving in that form comes surprisingly naturally. He slithers towards her and finds himself entangled in her coils in moments. To the outside viewer, it might look like an incomprehensible knot of serpent bodies, but he knows exactly what he's doing. They wrap around each other until their slits meet - and his discrete arousal grows much more obvious. He can't help but keep staring into her eyes. She's a golden beauty like an idol herself, and pressing closer to her lets him feel the need pulsing through her form.

"Was it truly so obvious what I needed simply from looking at me? Or perhaps it is your keen nose that has caught it ... "

If she could blush, she might be right now. He smiles at her and kisses her on the nose.

"More than that. I could [i]sense[/i] it. Even I didn't know how I was being guided here. Perhaps nature herself has brought us together."

With a flick of her tongue and a raise of her hood, she draws near to him. He doesn't flinch for a moment. He knows by her voice and her passionate squeezes that she's not going to bite him. Soon, he fearlessly meets her in a kiss, easily avoiding her fangs with that deep, wet smooch. She's absolutely leaking against his emerging cocks - a twin pair not unlike Alice's own. He pulses for her right back. Making even more of a mess of her scales, he throbs, he grinds, but he doesn't penetrate her just yet.

"If we're to do this ... I do not want to stop ..." She sounds positively sheepish the way she whispers it.

"You can say what you're thinking, Thastillith. No one is going to hear you way out here."

Pulling back from him briefly lets her state unblinkingly into his eyes. She speaks slowly, and firmly.

"Mate with me, Ashgar. Give me your offspring. Make me a mother once more."

He cannot refuse such precisely stated need. Throwing his arms around her, stroking down her coils, he enters her with a single thrust. Finding his purchase within her cloaca, penetrating her in two places at once, he stuffs her deeply until he can push no more. There's no holding back. The moment he has an inch within her, he has to go all the way. Sometimes she writhes, sometimes she hisses, but mostly she meets him in his kisses or nuzzles at his cheek as they lock together in the passionate moment born of a simple impulse. She's been waiting for someone just like him, and he can feel it in the way she flexes and squeezes around his twin shafts.

When she coils all the tighter around him, he squeezes her right back. His other form might have been overtaken by his power, but this one allows him to keep up with her. He's soon thrusting deeply into her, fucking her snakeslit in deep, wet thrusts, pumping her full of potent precum. Her inner need trembles all around him. She's quivering with his every stroke. He works her steadily, sloppily, powerfully, until she's finally starting to release her grip on him ever so slightly. Though still coiled around him in every way, it's about as close to submission as he's going to get from her as they share in deep tongue-kisses.

He can't restrain himself. The gentle hug becomes him shoving her to the grass. She smiles at him just to watch him work, even when it means he's pounding into her, driving so deeply as to smack his own slit up against hers. Sometimes he leans in to kiss her, or even to nibble on her. Other times, he simply leans back to watch her expression of ecstasy overtake her. What might have seemed like a stern face can be so very animated when she's getting fucked good.

Watching her coils rippling with the impact of his strokes, watching her body twisting around him with all the many muscles working at once, he soon falls into an unstoppable rhythm. He's going to breed her. He's going to get that snake pregnant. There's nothing more important than giving her everything she needs and so much more. Thumping, driving, filling up her slit with his twin cocks again and again, sinking into her sex and rear all at once, he fucks her until he's in a frenzy of sorts. She's all but singing for him, pushing aside her more snakish noises in favour of sweet, warm sounds spilling forth from her mouth.

Watching her shudder for him makes him want to make her cum more than anything. He drives hard, faster, somehow even deeper. It's a harsh fuck that might seem aggressive if not for the fact that it's exactly what she needs. The very tip of her tail rises and beats against the ground to go along with her writhing, her clenching, her supremely pleasurable kneading all around his dicks. He can hardly comprehend how many ways she's squeezing on him at once. So many little pleasures to take from her, so much driving need to breed with her until she's filled with a clutch of hybrid eggs. All it takes is a little more [i]force[/i].

That pounding, soaking, splattering finish has her squirting for him before he even cums. He didn't know snakes could even gush like that until now. A surprisingly warm splash of juices streaks up along his belly as he sinks fully inside of her, bulging her coils with his size, then filling her to sloshing with his sheer productivity. They're so compatible in his current form that he can feel the glow of a successful breeding in an instant. That doesn't stop him from pumping her so full of jizz he can see the shape of the swell beneath her coils. He just can't stop filling her up when her slit feels so incredible around his cocks.

Even when his twin set twitches to a stop, he's not done with her. She's all sprawled out, only loosely coiled around him like a scarf. He takes the initiative. Rising up and pulling her tail close to him, he gives her the closest equivalent to taking her from behind. At no point does he pull out. He's not letting any more of that cum leak out of her yet. It's going to make the perfect lube to take her again, and again.

This time, he's fully in control. He takes to working in and out of her slowly, but firmly. Gripping her coils tightly, squeezing as hard as he can, he thrusts into her hard enough to send a shake all throughout her entire body. He soon has her pleasantly writhing in his clutches, and he makes the most of that to plunge into her slit as deeply as his twin cocks can reach. Mating with her just comes so naturally in his current form. He can feel her every pulse, her every contraction to tell him exactly where to focus his attention, and his reward is the flexing stimulation all around him every time he thrusts into her.

Stirring up the mess he's made of her leaves juices streaking down her scales, pouring onto the grass below. They're going to mark the entire area as their own with their coupling. Their coiling, squeezing, rolling sex sends them from one tree to the other, brushing up against the trunks or curling right around them. He follows her body and gives her everything she's ever longed for, working in and out in slick and sloppy strokes that send another splatter splashing over the both of them every single time.

He can't get enough of her divinely pleasurable snake sex. There's so much to take from her, so much to enjoy. Every little flex and quiver feels unique - a new angle, and always just the right amount of pressure. They're getting more frequent. Tighter, too. Yet they're never enough to break his concentration. He's going to make that snake cum for him all over again, harder than before. He has her under his complete control, and her pleasure is all his to administer and demand alike.

The convulsions might prove frightful at first, the way she's twisting and whipping her body about, hissing madly when she isn't simply moaning. Ashgar isn't about to be intimidated. He keeps his focus on making that snake rattle her way through another coil-curling orgasm, working his lower body like a spring to plow and pound her straight to tongue-flicking, fang flashing, eye-rolling heaven. The snake's bliss undulates through her entire form until it's milking him over the edge along with her.

They roll through the grass, curling, wrapping around one another, tying each other up in a tight mating knot. It's hard to say where one of them ends and the other begins. All he knows is sensation and instinct. He breeds her, all over again. Another thick, rich filling that left the snake swollen with his seed keeps her moaning for him. This time, he is the one hissing. He shows her just how good he was at making that sound until the two of them collapse together, still tightly interwoven, as if braided together. They take to kissing once the squirting, gushing finish trickles to a satisfyingly steamy close.

"Ohhhh ... Ashgar ... how I have longed for you, needed you without ever so much as knowing your name. I knew there was someone just like you waiting for me, someday ..."

He lays one more kiss on her lips and rubs his cheek against her own just to feel her scales against his fur a little more. She flicks his tongue against his ear and remains where she is, stretched out, relaxed, completely defeated and destroyed by her new shapeshifting mate. Neither of them need to say anything more. They know it's not just a simple forest fling. In Ashgar's search for power, he's found something better in an enduring, seductive companion who feels so very good to satisfy. Truly his journey has been a successful one.

[b]Dusk[/b]

Even Ashgar's most finely tuned instincts barely detect the fact that he's being hunted until it's very nearly too late. There is a big cat on his trail. One that stalks on all fours. From the hidden beast, he can sense radiant intelligence and malice in equal measure. This one means him harm. Turning to confront the beast hunting him leads him to realize the panther is closer than he thought. There he crouches, waiting in the bushes, mostly concealed by shadow. Mere moments more and he would have pounced.

"Curious. I did not make a sound. So what has given me away? Magic?" The black cat's rumbling voice resonates as he refuses to so much as imagine he's made a mistake.

Ashgar takes a moment to examine the creature. He can't help but notice that the cat hasn't bothered to rise up from his crouched pose. He's still ready to pounce at any moment, if his quarry drops his guard for even a fraction of a second.

"Something like that. I am the warden of this forest. I know all who hunt here, and yet I do not know you."

"I know who you are, Ashgar." The cat seems annoyed. "For what it's worth, you may call me Dusk. It is only fair that you know the name of the one who is going to take your place."

The panther's muscles stiffen. He's ready to attack. There's no reasoning with this one. Ashgar is simply going to have to figure out how to deal with him - and what form might be most appropriate to overcome the bloodthirsty urges of a big, mean cat.

• An appropriately sturdy form

• A seductive feral form (if acquired from Mira)

[b]Ending (Success)[/b]

There's no need to make any drastic changes. All Ashgar really needs is to make himself a little bigger, a little stronger in appearance and function alike. Naturally, Dusk takes such a change as a threat. He doesn't rise from his crouch. Ashgar doesn't want him to. This big cat has already challenged him for ownership of the forest, and a druid must respond to such a thing. Fighting isn't how he planned to finish his journey, but perhaps conquering this beast is exactly the way to acquire the power he's been seeking.

It all happens in the span of a blink. Dusk pounces forth, and Ashgar meets his aerial charge with a rush of his own. Their bodies collide and form a snarling ball of strife, all teeth and claws as they collectively tumble to the ground. The panther is not merely playing with the warden of the woods. His strikes would be lethal if not for Ashgar's careful defense. He uses his bulk to wrestle with the muscular cat, sometimes nearly pinning him before the nimble feline slips out of his grasp once more to launch a counterattack.

Neither of them can gain much ground on the other. Aside from a few small scratches, Dusk hasn't managed to hurt Ashgar yet. Nor has the hybrid kept the cat down for more than a moment. They're working each other to exhaustion, but Ashgar feels he has the advantage in such a contest. Cats are built for bursts of speed, and he has the hardiness of a bear in him. Along with many other species. Wrapping his burly arms all around the panther, he throws his weight into pulling him down.

Their bodies slam to the dirt, kicking and writhing. They snarl at each other from either side, until they collapse in a heap. An instant stalemate ensues when they end up face-down in the most sensitive of each other's parts. Ashgar can feel the panther puffing between his legs, nudging up against the bulge beneath his loincloth. Meanwhile, he's outright smothered by the heft of the panther's big, smooth balls. Either one of them could inflict a tremendous amount of harm on the other with a single bite, but doing so would ensure they receive it just as bad in return.

An unspoken truce leaves them panting. Ashgar can't do much to pull back from the nuts that leave him so thoroughly sampling that feline scent. He's breathing musk at every moment and the panther is getting just as much of his. The tension holding their bodies taut endures for far too long. Ashgar knows he needs to take another approach. So he licks. Dusk's reaction is immediate, but surprisingly non-violent.

"Oh. So that is how it is? Then let us see who is better at [i]this.[/i]"

Ashgar feels the panther's teeth for just a moment, but they don't do him any harm. The contest has shifted in a moment, on a single suggestion. Ashgar is happy to comply. The competition is a stiff one, in every sense of the word. The big cat is utterly relentless in pursuit of his goal - in this case sniffing, slurping, and sucking on the hybrid's balls until there's simply no choice but to get hard for him. That tongue is rough to the point of overstimulating, and Dusk isn't holding anything back. Ashgar's just going to have to equal that intensity. He's just as good with his tongue.

Circling it around a truly plump pair of balls that leaves him wondering how the cat can be so nimble hefting those around, Ashgar proudly demonstrates his talents with a squeeze, a stroke, and a slurp that leaves those nuts positively soaked. He soaks in all the taste he can get, and he has no regrets. The wild spice of the increasingly aroused panther dances upon his senses and compels him to keep working. Teasing that thickening sheath rewards him with the prod of a sleek black feline cock pushing out against his lips. It's so much bigger than the usual feline size that Ashgar finds himself rubbing at his jaw muscles with his fingertips just to properly prepare himself.

Ashgar isn't about to let the panther beat him. He engulfs the barbed spire of dark flesh that Dusk has on offer, feeling it stimulate his tongue and the roof of his mouth along the way. They aren't nearly as sharp as they look, those little nubs. If anything, they feel good sliding down his throat as he more-or-less effortlessly gulps on it. A snakish swallow does the trick, even when he's bulging his gullet with the sheer amount he's swallowing at once.

It's the first time Ashgar has ever felt like he's fighting a duel while he sucks someone off. Everything he does, Dusk gives back in equal measure. The big cat doesn't show a hint of shame about blowing a rival. He is going to do it the [i]best[/i]. And it feels amazing in an instant. The panther spares nothing for modesty. He's absolutely slobbering over the shifter's hybrid cock, working his tongue from every angle to apply as much stimulation at once. A mere few seconds and Ashgar is already holding back the urge to cum, twitching between a pair of warm feline lips, spurting straight down Dusk's gulping throat.

With his nose utterly buried between the big cat's fat balls, Ashgar can tell exactly the sort of effect he's having on Dusk. Those nuts are clenching up taut, twitching under all the pleasure of a hybrid muzzle delving up and down his dick, and a flexible tongue coiled all around the inches Ashgar is sucking. Neither of them suppress their moans. The forest is soon full of muffled groans and sloppy sounds as they fight it out, utterly spoiling each other, balls deep in their rival's mouths. It's starting to feel more and more like there can be more than one winner.

It's not clear exactly what the conditions for victory might be. Does the first one to make the other one cum win? Or is it a matter of cumming the hardest? Ashgar knows simply that he isn't going to stop. That cock tastes [i]good[/i]. So too does the mess leaking all over his flexible tongue. He squeezes and kneads it out, working to milk, to drain, to take everything he can from the big, sleek cat. Loudly gulping precum goes along with the panther's intense rumbles while they vibrate and quiver their way to a finish together. He can feel those nuts flexing against his nose just as assuredly as he can't help twitching out a climax, drawn out by those expertly, generously sucking lips and dragging tongue.

A pair of front legs wrapped around his waist ensures he can't get away. He goes right ahead and hugs Dusk's haunches tight for the same effect. Neither of them can do a single thing about how hard they're about to cum. The pulses run from one body to the other. Ashgar completely throats that cock, and he can feel the cat snorting and snuffling at his balls in return. They suck right to the very end, and neither of them stops when they first taste the other's seed. A rich, pleasantly musky splash coats Ashgar's entire palate before he gets the chance to gulp, and from there it's a matter of utterly chugging down hot spunk, without a single choke or gag to be heard.

He has to admit he's impressed at just how potent the cat can be, though he probably shouldn't be surprised. Dusk doesn't relent, even when it means there's lizardbear cum pouring down his chin. Ashgar too is soon overflowing. He swallows as much as he can, but they end up making an absolute mess of each other, sloppily facefucking right to the steaming, heaving, squirming finish. Even then, the warmth and touch of that feline mouth all wrapped around his cock keeps him clenching and flexing a little longer, even to the point of soreness and overstimulation.

There's a collective slump in their muscles that has them both pulling back. A long, sloppy [i]schlurk[/i] eventually leaves Ashgar briefly coughing. There's so much cum clinging to his every tastebud he's not sure he's going to stop tasting that cat for days. Even shifting his tongue to another form won't change that. He sighs, huffs some, and looks over to the sprawled panther glowering up at him from between his legs. Dusk too is suitably breathless, flipping his tail up and down against the grass.

"Hrmm. So you are talented. I would be lying if I did not admit that."

"No need to feel bad about losing, kitty." Ashgar shoots the panther a smirk, which quickly rouses the beast.

"Losing!" Dusk is up on all fours in an instant, flashing his teeth. "I admit no defeat. At best, it was a draw. You cannot deny I am good at what I do."

The display is a threat, but the panther's chest is still heaving. Not to mention Ashgar's cum is still dripping down his chin. The druid sits up but doesn't move to defend himself. With a wipe of his lips, he clears his throat to speak more sincerely.

"I see that you are the sort who loves to test himself. To be the [i]best.[/i]"

Dusk can only slowly nod at that. He waits to see where this is going.

"Then I have a proposition for you. Join me in these woods, Dusk. They are frequently assailed by all manner of unwelcome invaders and other threats. A fine opportunity to test yourself, I should think. And you will eat very well."

The panther snorts at first. "Do your dirty work, entirely for free? You must be drunk on my cum."

Ashgar doesn't say anything, simply standing and allowing the cat to consider. Dusk eventually continues.

"Still, you have proven your strength. I will consider your request." He lowers his voice just a little. "As long as you're ready for our second round. Soon."

Having some help defending the forest, and harnessing a handsome panther for further wild, raunchy sex feels like a victory to Ashgar. He watches the cat a little longer, only to blink and lose track of him. That's an impressive bit of stealth, he must admit. The feline's gone like a shadow, but his presence remains. As does his scent, and taste. For all the ways such a conflict could end, this feels like one of the best.

[b]Ending (Failure)[/b]

Ashgar barely even gets a chance to fully make up his mind before the cat is upon him. He never does actually see the pounce. It's an instant, a blink. Perhaps Dusk waited for his prey to blink before attacking. He pins that lizardbear not just with strength, but with fierce expertise that knows all about where to hold him, and where to press his claws for maximum threat. If Ashgar thrashes too much, he's going to end up grievously wounded - which begs the question of why he hasn't been yet. Dusk provides a suitable explanation.

"A foe like you, it's not right to simply go for the throat - or the skull." He holds his prey in place, deep blue eyes seeming to almost glow as he looms. "Something more humiliating suits best."

Rather than teeth or claws, Ashgar finds himself overtaken by the big cat's teabagging plunge. The [i]thud[/i] of balls right in his face leaves him sputtering, shoving at his attacker, trying not to breathe that musk too deeply. He considers biting - but that would surely escalate things in a way that won't be advantageous to him. The more he's smothered in the hefty set the big cat is sporting, the more inundated with handsome, masculine panther scent he gets. It's starting to make his mouth water a little.

Deciding whether or not to appease the dangerous beast on his face is irrelevant. Dusk goes right ahead and pleases himself with Ashgar's face. Rubbing a thick, swelling sheath all over the hybrid's features absolutely douses him with potent musk. He's swimming in it by the time his nose dips fully into that sheath. That position leaves him to desperately huff pure, rich cat while that sleek black cock stiffens in his face. A tug reveals just how deeply he's trapped there much more firmly than he thought,forced to let that cock gloss over his muzzle - then overtake it entirely.

Only then does the dire nature of the situation fully dawn on him. That's a hell of a grip. He's caught up in a tightly squeezing panther cock, and lightly, then more firmly trying to yank his head back out isn't helping him. The hold it has on him feels firm enough to nearly crush him, and every moment he spends with his head partly swallowed by Dusk's cock is one he gets more deeply intoxicated by the scent overwhelming his every sense and thought alike. He doesn't think to do anything more than shove himself back and try to unwedge himself from that hungry feline shaft, hands glossing along the stiffening barbs near the tip. He's far too overwhelmed for a proper fight.

"I thought this would be more difficult, Ashgar." Dusk's voice still comes clearly enough, even muffled. "Had yourself an exhausting day, have you?"

He's not even teasing so much as he's simply observing. It's true that the day's journeys have left Ashgar unprepared for such an encounter. He can feel the fatigue in his muscles already, after only a little struggling. So much has already happened to him. Any power he's soaked up from his previous encounters isn't enough. He feels weak and easily overpowered as that cock gives a long, lewd [i]schlurrrrp[/i] right down to his chest, forcing his arms down by his sides. That's only going to make things harder.

The bulk of his form makes for quite the bulge in Dusk's shaft, but that doesn't slow the panther down any. He keeps humping and grinding, thrusting his hips down at his prey, slurping him up with every firm flex of those inner walls. The squish of slick flesh around Ashgar's face and chest alike brings repeated gasps out of him. He ends up drinking down several mouthfuls of those fresh juices, staining his tongue with their taste. The flavour gets to his head, makes his kicks and struggles all the more listless, until he's barely even putting up a fight by the time the cat's all-consuming cock overtakes his waist.

There's already a sloshing sound coming from in front of him. He breathes shallowly, not for lack of ability, but so that he doesn't completely drench his senses and blank out on silky panther musk. The touch of hot, velvety cum overtaking his muzzle when he dunks down into the big cat's juicy nuts is enough for a sigh from him. It almost feels like a relief. All that remains is a long, smooth swallow that leaves the black cat seated on his haunches, balls bloating with the bulging form of his weakened, yet struggling prey.

What fight remains in him comes more by instinct than by choice. He twitches and kicks some as his legs get consumed with the rest of him, but he can't muster up anything focused. Pushing out one last time before there's a great surge of motion and he sinks fully inside the predator's balls, Ashgar can only faintly groan his disdain for the circumstances. The heat, the soft touch, the oddly soothing squeezes all have a way of pushing his mind away from panic and instead to submission. At least until the [i]clenching[/i] really starts.

The first aggressive squeeze can't be anything but a conscious effort on the panther's part. Dusk rubs a paw over the outline of Ashgar in his balls just to feel how solid he is, and how much softer he gets after a few good, firm, extended [i]flexes[/i] of his sack to tighten up fully around the hybrid. Every single clench is a little firmer, applies more and more pressure, lingering on the effort to see if Ashgar simply collapses under all that force. He holds on until something sinks inwards - not crushed so much as simply softened, churning away in the heated spunk until he's sinking into it, turning into part of it. A rowl of pleasure escapes Dusk on feeling that first shift.

"[i]Rrrrrrngh[/i], that's it! Revel in your failure! Defeated and claimed by your superior, as is the law of nature. Surely a druid like you understands that."

The cat's relatively composed speech soon gives way to snarls once he starts squishing his prey down flatter. Another fierce [i]clench[/i] comes close to snuffing out the semblance of struggles that Ashgar still manages to make. He's deeply, utterly drenched in pure, concentrated panther musk and he's going numb in places. In between squeezes it feels like a soothing sauna, but the sensation of getting the life crushed out of him by those powerful balls is just enough to keep him kicking right up to the very last messy, creamy [i]glurrrch[/i] of panther sack squishing him down to nothing.

The tension builds and builds, until finally something gives way in Ashgar's malleable being and he collapses under all the force with a great, loud [i]SPLURCH[/i]. It's supremely satisfying, at least for the predator. Everything after that is nothing more than gurgling and churning him away, smoothing over any remaining lumps until those nuts go taut. Not a single shape remains to show that fat load was once Ashgar, mere moments ago.

Dusk doesn't get far. He rises up as if he's ready to saunter off, jiggling his huge nuts with every little motion. One throb seals it. He slumps back to his haunches with a snort, then rises to a piercing snarl as his cock throbs madly all on its own. There's no need to stroke it. The pressure rises without so much as a single caress, until his shaft is outright bulging with the sheer volume of prey-cum pumping out of him. A hot, rich torrent rises up in an arc and splatters back down over the forest, marking the very soil with everything the druid used to be before the big cat churned him into an orgasm.

Minutes of simple growling and jizzing Ashgar out completely occupy Dusk's attention. He has his claws digging into the dirt to brace himself while his cock jumps and twitches with every powerful shot. Splattering everything in sight including himself, he's eventually left dripping and drenched, steaming in the aftermath of that momentous release. He pants, he drools a little, he swishes his tail in the mess he's made. The forest is his now, all thanks to his hostile takeover. If only Ashgar was stronger, he might have had a chance.

GAME OVER

[b]Ending (Secret) [/b]

This is either a brilliant or foolish idea. The transformation takes as Ashgar drops to all fours. Soon, there are two panthers standing tall in the middle of the forest - and Dusk is immediately stricken by an appearance almost like a mirror. A swish of his tail lets Ashgar feel the warmth washing over his altered sex. No cock, just a warm, sleek pussy much like the one whose power helped him master the form. He's not quite a lady cat, but he's putting out the kind of heated scent that gives other felines pause.

Dusk slowly rises up again. He's given up on his plans to pounce. Instead, he begins to pace. Ashgar holds his ground and allows the panther to examine his new form. That involves rubbing cheek to cheek, light bunting with his head, and sliding up alongside the other cat in turn. They end up circling each other, each trailing the other's hindquarters. A light tasting is enough to get things started. It's not clear who moved first, and it doesn't matter. Soon the two of them are all wrapped up in a lusty ouroboros, indulging in each other's essence.

It feels incredible to have a rough feline tongue working over his newly feminine nethers. Dusk takes long, deep licks of Ashgar's cat sex, and the shifter returns the favour, sniffing over and then slurping a pair of truly plump nuts. He pushes his face right into those hefty twins, sampling as much of their spice as he can get until Dusk's sheath starts to fill out. Neither of them says anything. They're rumbling and indulging themselves in each other, tasting, pleasuring, sampling thoroughly. Only when the two of them are worked up into tense, pulsing levels of lust does Dusk speak.

"You think yourself a proper pantheress, do you? We'll see, we'll see."

That form helps Ashgar be ready for the pounce. Dusk leaps up on his back, and he holds his ground, standing tall and confident until they slowly lower down together to get into a proper feline mating position. The urge to turn around and swipe at the other cat is a briefly overwhelming one that Ashgar resists. Dusk plants his teeth right around the loose scruff on the back of Ashgar's neck, and there he locks in tight, nibbling and gnawing away to keep those instincts relatively subdued.

Not only is that bite enough to calm him down, but it puts Ashgar into an aching, dripping, tensing state that he can only describe as heat. Seems he's inherited the sheer force of horny from his previous encounter, too. His whole body is radiating an aching, burning need unlike anything he's ever felt before. That's the power of his shifting. He's about to experience an all new pleasure, and satisfy an all new desire.

Of course Dusk is far from gentle. He takes her like he would any other pantheress, taking his position mounted over her arched back and jamming his barbed cock beneath her tail. The first thrust finds its mark with surprising precision. In an instant, he's inside the transformed druid, penetrating her in a long, smooth stroke that stimulates Ashgar to the very core. He briefly feared those barbs on the first touch, but they prove flexible and soft enough to keep him in that state that so closely resembles a heat, pressing on all his most tender places.

Soon, he's not even sure what's coming out of his mouth anymore. Instinct guides him through a yowling song that hardly contains any of his own, recognizable voice. He's all but screeching as he gets taken by the dangerous beast. The mating soon turns to a rutting, a harsh, even violent thumping and slamming in the forest that scatters the wildlife for miles around. That's just how haunting the noises the two big cats make when they're going at it in the height of their bestial instincts, following their most primal urges towards wild, wet, sloppy sex.

It's not long, taking the slamming and nut-swinging plaps spanking against his haunches, that Ashgar's starting to get sore. That just makes it feel better. Getting fucked numb like that leaves his tail twitching, his teeth gnashing, and his claws digging deep grooves into the soil beneath him. He raises his hips, only to get them slammed back down by the powerful cat mounting him. It feels like he's going to be covered in claw and bite marks by the time Dusk's done with him, and those little sparks of pain amidst the pleasure only enhance the feral drive to climax that possesses his entire transformed body.

The two of them are convulsing their way towards their grinding, snarling finish. It's not a long fuck. It's a complete outpouring of all their energy, all their desire, all their aggression all at once. Their vicious peak leaves them collectively roaring until they've made each other's ears ring. Their bodies are in sync. One's pleasure is the other's. Climax hits them at precisely the same moment. For every pump of hot panther cum entering his newly crafted womb, Ashgar squirts just as hard right back, until he's yowling through the falling night just like the pantheress he's become.

It's more than just a stuffing load of cum. Ashgar can feel it. That seed is [i]taking[/i] in his transformed self, knocking him up in his current form, whatever that might mean for others. He doesn't worry about it because he's not planning on changing back anytime soon. Not when he's twitching there, writhing beneath the bigger male panther, still tingling with pleasure unlike anything he's felt before. They hold that position until Dusk's balls finally stop twitching all snug up against Ashgar's panther pussy.

The long, slow pullout comes with an extended squelch and mess splashing out all over the grass. It soaks Ashgar's paws as he remains there, stretched out in feline bliss. Only when the panther is fully out of him does he roll over onto his back, showing his belly, batting his paws into the air. It might be a cute look if not for the utter glare he's giving the other cat. Dusk stands up and stretches a few times, but he's quickly caught up in that deep, intense stare. When Ashgar licks his lips, he knows he's irresistible.

This time, there's no neck-biting. Dusk leaps upon his new mate to lock lips with Ashgar. It's still a wet, sloppy makeout session befitting of the beasts they are. They exchange an ample amount of drool and Dusk gets between Ashgar's legs to have his way with that warm sex all over again. Or at least, partly have his way. Ashgar has just as much say about what happens from there. Clutching, clinging, and clawing, he has much more control from the front even if he's still pinned beneath the muscular bulk of the sleek panther atop him.

Another deep, slick thrust right on target sends two jets of cum shooting out of Ashgar. There's only so much room, and that deeply delving panther dick needs all it can get. Soon there's a pair of juicy nuts resting atop the base of Ashgar's tail, nestled in snugly once Dusk bottoms out inside of him. Their jaws are locked together in a kiss that looks like they're trying to eat each other's faces, and their claws are all over each other in the rising throes of another savage coupling. What's a proper feline breeding without a few scars remember it by?

Their collective scent swims between them as they work through another vicious thumping, all but wrestling with each other in the process of fucking another litter inside Ashgar's altered body. He's still the smaller of the two cats, and he can't get out from under Dusk, but he holds his own. The mere flexes of his new pussy all wrapped around that barbed cock are already enough to give Dusk pause, to throw off his aggressive rhythm. It degrades into an even sloppier, roughly plapping rut devoid of any sense of precision. This isn't about the sensations of the moment, it's about driving to the finish as furiously as possible, and leaving each other panting and sore in the aftermath.

They break from their semblance of a kiss and instead exchange face-wrinkling snarls, spitting at each other in their shared lusty fury. Humping, grinding, and utterly plowing into Ashgar's pussy doesn't tire Dusk out any, no matter how fast he goes. He never slows down, not for anything, driving until Ashgar can barely feel his bottom half. He can still feel the rising climax trembling through his body, crackling through his veins, trembling to the toes of every single paw. A lash of his tail against the ground that cracks like a whip is the proclamation of pleasure that truly can't get any better.

Cumming together leaves them heaving, panting, puffing steam in each other's faces when they aren't simply drooling. Dusk drives in and breeds Ashgar's shape all the more thoroughly, until that smooth black belly is going taut with all the cum getting pumped inside of him. Ashgar's yowling grows to a piercing peak, splitting the eardrums of any creatures brave enough to linger near their noisy coupling. A sloppy mess of spunk and juices pours from the panther pussy all wrapped snug around Dusk's flexing cock, and the two of them rock and grind out their lingering pleasure until they're left twitching and slumping together, locked in something like an embrace.

The muscular panther leaves his cock where it is, snug and warm inside Ashgar's transformed self. The druid feels no urge to change back. Not now, and not anytime soon. Neither of them exchange words, but instead conversation rumbles as they press close in the aftermath of their sudden breeding. It's not quite purring or growling. If it was all a test, then Ashgar has passed. He is every bit a pantheress as one born that way, and for now at least, he's found a new pleasure and purpose that shall serve well to keep the forest safe.

[b]Xavier[/b]

The presence hits him long before the sight. It's partly scent, partly something else. Ashgar breathes in the enticing aura of a most intriguing individual somewhere deep in the forest. He hears a throaty avian cry, and feels a rumble that passes right through his bones. After that, it doesn't take him much longer to find the beast fanning out his wings in the middle of a forest clearing. A sharp-eyed gaze is upon him in a moment, and a smooth voice addresses him on sight.

"Good. I'd wondered when you'd find me, Ashgar. I have not exactly been making my presence here a secret."

The hybrid takes a moment to truly take in the full extent of the tall, handsome black gryphon. All sleek corvid and muscled panther, he's an elegantly shiny specimen who carries himself with well-earned confidence. Ashgar knows who that is. All druids do.

"Xavier. What has earned me the honour of your visit?"

The gryph appears to smile as best a beak can manage.

"You can rest assured this visit is pleasure rather than business. I had heard tales of the handsome guardian of this forest, and so I simply needed to find out for myself. And perhaps to sample your talents for myself."

That could mean anything. He knows the gryph for his wisdom and strength alike, but if the crow half of him comes with the associated mischievousness. Whatever Xavier desires, he's likely to get. Standing in his presence has a way of making Ashgar want it too. There's no shame in offering himself to such a legendary beast. It'd be a privilege. The only question is what form to use - and whether Xavier might find such an offer interesting enough to avoid satisfying his [i]other[/i] appetites.

• Use a familiar form

• Try a slimmer form (if acquired from hyena twins)

[b]Ending (Success)[/b]

Everyone who knows who Xavier is knows what the gryphon means when he takes a seat on his haunches and presents himself like that. A pair of truly legendary balls is on full display - smooth, shiny, and so perfectly round in their massive hefty shapes. Resting snugly atop it is an equally plump sheath that stirs slightly under Ashgar's gaze, as if caressed by sight alone. To go with it all comes a truly enticing scent that fills the druid's mind with that warm, delicious musk. His mouth is already watering so thoroughly that he has to snake out his long tongue along his lips to keep from drooling in front of his guest. That would hardly be dignified.

Approaching slowly at first, he gets an approving nod from Xavier that makes him increase his pace. There's nothing shameful about the absolute reverence he shows that immense gryphhood. He's pleased simply to receive such a visit, and he's absolutely going to do his best to impress such an honoured guest. Pushing his face right into the gryph's sheath, he first takes a long, deep huff of pure, concentrated catbird that leaves his head spinning. Perhaps not the wisest choice of first action if he's going to keep his focus, but getting caught up in the potent essence of the sleek black gryphon allows Ashgar to navigate the worship session by instinct alone.

He soon makes excellent use of that tongue, stretching it out to curl all the way around Xavier's fat sheath, and even squeeze. Meanwhile he has his nose down between the gryph's balls, taking further sniffs to dampen his mind with musk all the more thoroughly. He swallows pure scent and taste alike, and his reward is the first approving twitch from that big, soft sheath beneath the grip of his tongue. Slipping and slopping his way down then back up leaves a fine sheen upon the full set. The violet tip of an emerging gryphcock carries with it all new tastes to reward him with.

A deep, throaty call from the gryph is all Ashgar needs to hear. He pushes forth and sticks his tongue right down that sheath to curl around the firming cock within, and to swipe up all the flavours he can get from that unrolling skin before it can fully retract. That's where the most refined sample of gryphon musk is, and for as potent, even eye-watering as it can be, it goes down smooth, clinging to Ashgar's every sense. He's partly blanked out by everything he's huffing and tasting alike, but that just makes it feel better.

Worshipping the gryph is pleasure enough that Ashgar already feels like he could go over the edge with a single moment's loss of concentration. He's throbbing hard enough to nearly tear his loincloth right off. A quick gesture down makes it drop, so he can drip freely in the open air and pour his tribute on the grass. He's already making such a mess, and so is Xavier, from the mere few drops pumping out of his cock with every rising pulse. It swells, it grows, it stiffens to the point the sheath is almost fully rolled back, and Ashgar is immediately determined to get as much of his mouth around it as he possibly can.

That requires a minor shapeshift just to contend with that much girth. In an instant, his face is much more reptilian in appearance, complete with the useful glottis of a snake. He opens wide enough to comfortably unhinge his over the tip of that hybrid cock, slopping and drooling his way down with a true excess of saliva. His tongue is still every bit as long and flexible with his change, and catching a heavy bead of precum on it sends him instantly to the edge of ecstasy. The taste feels like it's working through his entire body, staining his very essence with the truly divine, masculine aroma of horny gryphon.

It's no small feat to suck that much gryphcock at once, but he shows precisely why he's worthy to kneel before the great black beast. Delving smoothly down, he slicks his tongue along the gently stimulating touch of those barbs, then keeps sucking his way down until he can kiss that huge, juicy knot. Feeling it pulsing under his lips tells him what a good job he's doing. So too does the hearty crowing from Xavier's open beak. A good smooch to that bulb and back up he goes, slowly sliding his way to popping right off that spit-slathered shaft with a little rub to his jaw. That was a hell of a stretch.

The gryphon looms in silence for a moment, fanning his wings. At no point does he give any indication of being about to pounce. He tips his head to the side, lightly preens himself, and when Ashgar is at his least guarded possible, he strikes. For a moment, Ashgar's heart flutters. Has he really done such a bad job as to be nothing more than a meal? Those doubts fade from his head quickly enough when he finds himself overcome not by the gryphon's slavering beak, but by the weight of his big fat nuts, planted ever so snugly right atop his face.

Sucking as best he can, Ashgar can't fully get his mouth around either of them. The sloppy process of trying is satisfying enough for them both. He hears that warm caw. Xavier treats him to a signature move of his, lifting his haunches just enough to leave his hefty sack dangling just above Ashgar's nose, only to bring them down again with a sizable [i]thud[/i] to his face. That it utterly buries him under the silky touch of those balls means Ashgar has no complaints. He slowly shifts back to normal just to soak it up all the more intimately, and sniff deeply right at the spot between those two fat tanks.

A thorough teabagging leaves his entire upper body coated in gryph scent. It clings to his fur and pleasantly stains him. He only wants more. Xavier proves himself as devious as his corvid half implies, lifting up again, only this time to bring his haunches down entirely on Ashgar's face. Nestling the hybrid's muzzle right against his rim means the gryph can get nice and comfy. Ashgar doesn't neglect the great bird, even when he's feeling half crushed. He gives that rear a thorough tonguing that stops just short of penetrating him before he's allowed to breathe again after an extended, dominant sit.

Panting ever so briefly before the gryphon is all over him once more, Ashgar accepts his new role as a toy to grind against. He's all but pinned by the power of that forcefully throbbing cock pressed snug into his fur. Xavier rubs against him from head to crotch, utterly soaking him not just in scent and taste, but in the juices leaking from his tip. They drip down his sides and spurt right into his occasionally gasping mouth as the gryphon has his way with the druid's entire body. Ashgar's just going to have to remain pinned there and enjoy it until he's blessed with that rich, lifegiving seed.

His own lust pulses under the strokes of that cock rubbing between his thighs. They might not be outright fucking, but the grinding alone ensures he's just as pleasured, building to ecstasy along with the generous beast humping his whole body. Xavier thrusts in long, smooth strokes of his hips to make sure to smear up as much of Ashgar's fur as possible. It hardly feels like there's an inch of his body that remains untouched. The shifter is snugly sprawled in a whole pool of gryphon precum, and it's only getting thicker and more potent alike.

Xavier adds just a little more force, a little more pressure to his motions once the two of them are really throbbing. That slight extra has Ashgar dug into a divot in the ground, humped right into the dirt. He can only grind back, building in intensity, moaning under the musk-bathing treatment. He's leaking for the gryph, trembling a little, letting his body be utterly used until he can't handle the stimulation anymore. A rich, potent eruption of cum is his tribute to the gryphon's greatness, and he's soon to be rewarded in kind by the great hybrid beast himself.

A deep caw, followed by a rising feline snarl escapes Xavier's beak. His knot swells even fatter, along with the veins decorating his violet dick. He digs his talons into the soil right beside Ashgar's head as he arches his back and lifts his tail, taken just as thoroughly by orgasm as the druid himself. His is a little more potent. Though Ashgar makes an utter mess of himself, Xavier soon floods their very surroundings in his utterly excessive outpouring of pure virility. Ashgar all but vanishes beneath a torrent of gryph cum.

He closes his eyes and accepts it, even as he's drenched to the point of complete whiteout in rich, delicious gryphon seed. Sometimes it slips past his lips and leaves him swallowing it down, stricken by how good it tastes. Other times, it soaks into his very skin, marking him, and gifting him an increase in power he can feel glowing through his entire form. There's magic in the gryphon and everything he does - and that includes his fresh, hot jizz, pumped straight from the tap.

Xavier continues going off for several seconds more, eventually sliding back onto his haunches to finish off cumming all over the prone druid. Ashgar isn't about to go anywhere. Not when he has that fine, silky spunk splashing him all over and coating every single part of him. His own orgasm goes on just a little longer, as if in tribute, until the two of them are finally dribbling to a close after nearly a full minute of tensing, clenching, pulsing spurts. Through the steaming cream clinging to Ashgar's ears, he can hear the satisfaction in the gryphon's voice.

"You serve your forest well, Ashgar. Now you shall serve it even better."

Before the druid has a chance to reply, he hears the sound of wings fluttering. Such is the way of gryphons, leaving him to recover and cleanse himself all on his own, with that musky mark clinging to him. Yet as he wipes his face and blinks back to seeing, albeit blurred, he can feel the magic surging within him. It's so much more than a cumshot all over him, and he's going to make the most of it, more powerful than ever before.

[b]Ending (Failure)[/b]

Everyone who knows who Xavier is knows what the gryphon means when he takes a seat on his haunches and presents himself like that. A pair of truly legendary balls is on full display - smooth, shiny, and so perfectly round in their massive hefty shapes. Resting snugly atop it is an equally plump sheath that stirs slightly under Ashgar's gaze, as if caressed by sight alone. To go with it all comes a truly enticing scent that fills the druid's mind with that warm, delicious musk, to such an extent he can hardly focus. His mouth is already watering so thoroughly that he ends up drooling in front of his guest. It's hardly dignified.

Approaching slowly at first, he gets an approving nod from Xavier that makes him increase his pace. There's nothing shameful about the absolute reverence he shows that immense gryphhood. He's pleased, if nervous, to receive such a visit, and he's absolutely going to do his best to impress such an honoured guest. Not doing so is sure to have consequences. Doing his best to ignore his tentative feelings, he pushes his face right into the gryph's sheath.

A slow, shallow sniff of pure, concentrated catbird is still enough to make his eyes water with how overwhelmed he immediately is. How he's going to service such a beast when one mere taste has him close to blacking out is a question he'll just have to answer himself. Getting caught up in the potent essence of the sleek black gryphon has a way of clouding even his very instincts, until he hardly knows where in the forest he might be.

Nonetheless, he can still make good use of his tongue, stretching it out to stroke and explore Xavier's fat sheath. Slowly sliding down until he has his nose down between the gryph's balls, he tries not to sniff too deeply. Yet even just being there is enough to seriously shake his concentration with the casually wafting mind-melting musk. That and the silken panther taste to match ensures he's ready to pass out between the gryphon's hind legs before he even gets going. Still, he can't let himself be overwhelmed, no matter how pleasant it might be to merely be close to the bird. He keeps licking until he has everything satisfyingly shiny, and slowly slides back to observe the violet tip of an emerging gryphcock, as if to reward - or threaten - him with a whole assortment of new tastes to indulge in.

A slightly harsh croak from the gryph gives Ashgar pause. He stops to tilt his head back and see if he's done something wrong. Xavier's expression is as hard to read as ever, but there's a spark of something like amusement in his golden eyes. The creature's sheath is still retracting and letting forth that imposing spire of purple flesh, stiff, barbed, and knotted once it fills out enough. Yet something tells the druid that he doesn't need to suck it anymore. Xavier has already made up his mind.

"You know, it truly is my own fault that I came to you so hungry," the gryph says, betraying no true emotion. "I was holding out for the perfect meal, just in case. And now, here you are."

The gryphon looms in silence for a moment, fanning his wings. Ashgar knows what's coming, and he doesn't even particularly dread it. Such a legendary gryphon bestows a certain honour even upon his chosen prey. At no point does Xavier give any indication of being about to pounce. He tips his head to the side, lightly preens himself, and when Ashgar is at his least guarded possible, he strikes.

For as much as the druid tells himself he's ready for it, that beak comes so quickly he doesn't even glimpse if opening up before him. He's engulfed down to the shoulders in an instant, and before he can even reach up to shove and struggle, the gryph lifts him right into the air. Squeezing around his chest makes him gasp into the wet gullet that awaits him. He slides his way along the gryphon's tongue and finds himself enveloped by the mighty peristalsis of the hungering predator. One good squeeze is all he needs to feel to know he's not escaping.

The first hefty [i]GULP[/i] surrounds him with sound and pressure alike. He gets his face squished by the walls closing in around him, and faintly huffs his way down the gryphon's throat. Only when he feels that tongue reaching between his thighs to so casually tease and toy with his admittedly stiff shaft does he make more sound. He can't help a moan, even partly swallowed. The gryphon inches him along after that initial rush, just to take the time to tease his prey and leave Ashgar in a tail-twitching, toe-curling state of rising pleasure while he protrudes from that dark, wet beak.

Once the druid nears the edge, Xavier gives a sudden toss of his head that sends him much deeper. Ashgar is just a pair of legs sticking out of the gryphon's beak. The musk still lingers in his senses, muting any sort of panic, turning it instead to submission. Xavier wants him, and he's going to get him. The long, wet swallow that slurps him away leaves him on the very peak, utterly aching to cum even as he descends down the bulging neck of the black bird. Ashgar is left utterly immersed in darkness to the sound of a fleshy [i]ullllp[/i] rolling and massaging all along his body.

When he thuds down into the swelling gut of the predatory avian, he soon feels the touch of talons stroking and admiring the bulge he's become. He sways there, jiggling about on impact until he settles in to listen to the thorough [i]glorping[/i]. It churns all around him, bathing him in hissing juices, already damning him to his gurgling fate, yet he can only focus on a single thing. Somewhere in the chaos of being digested by a gryphon, Ashgar's sole need is to get his fingers snugly wrapped around his cock and stroke himself to completion after getting teased all the way down Xavier's throat.

It's more than just the stimulation. To be so utterly defeated, completely [i]taken[/i] by the gryph ensures his jerking and pleasuring himself is a wild, manic process. He madly rubs his rigid shaft until he's dripping all over his fingers, even as the juices rise higher and higher around his hips. Only the heavy [i]glurrrrn[/i] and clenching walls clamping all around him can distract him from his goal, and even then only briefly. Sinking slowly down into himself, softening, digesting, he blocks out all other sensations to focus merely on the pleasure.

Not that there's anything particularly unpleasant about being in the gryphon's belly. There's magic in that gryph, the sort that keeps Ashgar from truly realizing how much of him has been digested already. The druid can barely squirm anymore, but he can move his arm and pump his dick until he finally finds the release he's been craving. Hosing himself down thoroughly in cum that splatters from his gut, to his chest, to his open, moaning moan, he sinks into the slushing confines of that churning chamber, falling into himself all throughout the release of bliss that shakes him to the very core.

It's hard to tell where climax ends and afterglow begins. His entire body is flooded with good sensations as he turns to nothing more than a goopy, melted version of himself. It's the greatest bath he's ever taken, overpowering him with the kind of relaxation that tempts him simply to give in. That's easy enough. All he has to do is close his eyes, and submit to the appetite of the beast, of the apex predator stalking in his woods. In the haze that comes after his extended orgasm, he's nothing more than gryphon food.

"There you go." Xavier pats his middle a few times before sprawled out on his side, lazing like a cat. "I shall be sure to take good care of your woods, Ashgar. You've served them well, and you shall do a fine job serving my body as I claim everything from you."

A soft smile appears on the gryph's beak as he relaxes in the aftermath. There's more than simple nutrients to absorb from his prey. All the effort Ashgar's put into empowering himself shall now be Xavier's own to take and add to impressive bulk and prowess alike. At least Ashgar went in utter bliss, down to the very last churn before it all went blank.

GAME OVER

[b]Ending (Secret) [/b]

Facing down such a devious and potentially dangerous gryphon might seem like the moment that calls for Ashgar's most impressive shapeshifting. To impress, if not outright to fight the handsome creature watching him so intently. But Ashgar knows Xavier better than that. He eyes the legend up and down, then offers a smile as he recalls his encounter with the hyena twins. A delicious indulgence it was, and it taught him how to make himself all the more appealing to particularly desirous beasts.

Shrinking down somewhat, standing a bit shorter, leaner, and curvier around the hips and thighs, It's small and girly enough that his loincloth just falls right off of him as he stands there, fully bared to the gryph. Ashgar maintains his current hybrid species to go with the new shape. He looks not unlike that cute hyena boy he devoured, and that's sure to make him all the more enticing to a legendarily lusty gryph. A swish of his lengthy tail and a flirty smile is enough to leave the gryphon on his haunches. Not because Xavier's collapsing, but merely lowering himself down to give a much clearer look at his gear.

Such an imposing set, and it doesn't even need Ashgar's attention to start rousing. The silken sheath poised atop two titanic nuts is already starting to twitch, starting to fill out and give sight to the strikingly violet tip of his cock. It's already leaking. An attractive stream of precum adds sheen to his balls, he speaks in a low, enticing croak-rumble that has Ashgar's interest stirring just as much as the sight of that gryph putting himself on display.

"You are shameless in your appeal to my tastes, and I am flattered. I have been hoping to find someone to give a proper [i]breeding.[/i]"

The word is given such emphasis that Ashgar briefly pauses. Xavier means it as much more than just a euphemism. He can tell. Watching that imposing spire of purple gryphhood pulse to life all on its own, that may just be possible, too. Slowly licking over his lips, Ashgar makes to approach, but he's halted in place by the touch of Xavier's forefoot.

"There is no need to warm me up. It's you who needs preparing. Turn around."

For emphasis, the gryphon gives a little swirl in the air with one of his extended toes. That, coupled with the sly look he's casting down his dark beak is utterly irresistible. Ashgar's stiff in a second, or so it feels. He's been filling out the entire time he's been in the gryphon's presence, swimming in his scent, taking in the shine of his feathers and smooth fur alike. It's only then that the thud of the druid's cock pressing against his own trim belly is most apparent. He can only obey, with a delighted nod.

"This isn't going to destroy me, is it?"

Xavier warmly chuckles. The sound is reassuring enough, but he goes on. "I will not kill you with my cock, no. I know how to make it fit. You're going to get everything you need and more."

Ashgar is already looking over his shoulder at Xavier by the time the gryph finishes speaking. Xav is at least somewhat gentle in pushing him down and pinning him under a single forefoot. The position of his scaled sole pressed to the middle of Ashgar's shoulders leaves the newly shifted femboy with his pert ass pointed right up in the air. Such an offer might make him look ready for a quick mounting, but Xavier is far from that selfish. He dips his beak down beneath Ashgar's reflexively lifted tail and instead takes his first test of that truly ample rump that the shapeshifter's altered form sports.

A long, slow slurp from balls to taint to tailbase leaves the druid's rim tingling and slathered. One lick alone is enough to make him crave that cock inside him - and to believe he can take it. Still, Xavier is very thorough. He doesn't merely lube his new breeding mount up with all his excess saliva. A surprisingly flexible wiggle of his tongue helps pry Ashgar's taut ring a little wider, then eventually delve right inside. Getting loosened up so intimately has the druid's arms buckling beneath him. It's a struggle not to just go facedown in the grass when he's having a huge, horny gryphon so generously eating his ass.

Only when Ashgar is utterly tingling all over, grasping handfuls of dirt just to brace himself, does Xavier let up. His tonguing alone has the hybrid on edge, trembling beneath him, and certainly not in fear. A shadow overtakes Ashgar, then. It feels like night has fallen instantly when he's covered up entirely by the black bulk of the gryph. Despite the size difference, Xavier finds his mark in an instant. Ashgar is left to whimper and whine in his most feminine of voices as he gets a truly enormous gryphcock nestled up between his fine cheeks, and pressed to that well-eaten rim.

He doesn't doubt for a second that it's going to somehow fit, no matter how ridiculous it seems. It doesn't even take long. Part of it is surely his own shapeshifting prowess, stretching to accommodate that much girth as it slides past the initial resistance to get snugly nestled inside Ashgar. The other part is surely a bit of gryphon magic, helping to accomplish the seemingly impossible, leaving the shifter bulging with an obscene outline before long at all. Xavier keeps going, keeps grunting, pushing, and sometimes even warmly moaning in approval until he bottoms out, for now. With his knot nestled against Ashgar's backside and his tremendous balls hanging down to smack against the back of the druid's thighs, there's plenty to work with.

"Nnnh ..." Ashgar can't help but whimper when he realizes just how much gryphcock is inside him. Every throb sends a pulse through his body that only further stokes the fiery need rising up in his every nerve. He's never felt like more of a bottom than he is right this very moment.

"You'll be fine. I'll take care of you, soft boy." Xavier's tone is simultaneously teasing and reassuring all at once. Ashgar believes him.

One smooth, long hump is a slow one, but that single thrust already has Ashgar absolutely shaken by bliss before he can so much as return the buck. He's not going to be able to contribute much, mounted by that enormous beast, other than to be a tight and agreeable hole. And to make some silly sounds. Perhaps he's inherited some of the hyena boy's voice, or maybe it's some other creature among his many forms that's crying out through his open, drooling mouth when the gryphon thrusts again, a little harder, a little faster. On the third deep, knot-thumping, nut-plapping thrust, Ashgar finds himself sounding oddly like an elk.

It grows into a blur one Xavier accelerates to a proper mating pace. The bird thuds the shifter's smaller, girlier body with every stroke. It drives so deeply Ashgar sometimes swears he's going to end up tasting that cock, but he remains accommodating to every slamming thrust. The steady spank of balls against the back of his legs, and the slam of pulsing knot against his rim soon has him facedown with nothing he can do about it. The gryphon fucks him numb in places that don't matter much, like his hands and toes, and leaves the rest of his body soaking up so much pleasure he can hardly even make a noise anymore.

There's nothing impressive spilling from Ashgar's mouth when he has that gryphon really humping him from behind. Mostly it's just whimpers and shaken gasps, along with the occasional attempt at a scream that halts in his throat. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, but it's not from any sort of discomfort. He doesn't even feel a hint of pain. The gryphon is pumping his huge, muscular haunches, fucking him with every single inch of that potent cock, and Ashgar is in nothing but bliss.

The ache inside him grows and grows like a void. He needs more than just cum. With those nuts tapping against him on every stroke, Ashgar gets a reminder of just how potent the gryphon really is. When Xavier said he was going to breed him, he meant it. Ashgar can feel his body readying a welcome for that seed, pulsing, thrumming, absolutely throbbing with the need to get his cute butt knocked up by the stronger, hornier animal. For as civilized as Xavier might be, he's hardly acting it with his shapeshifted mate, all but impaling that pretty boy on his cock until his knot is slamming against Ashgar's backdoor so hard it might just gain entry through blunt force alone.

One more stretch, one more slick, gushing push, and then there comes that supremely satisfying [i]POP[/i] that rings out through the entire forest. Ashgar swears it shakes the trees with sound. If not that, then Xavier's bellow of pleasure that soon follows certainly does. It's a mix of avian and feline sounds all at once, and it completely drowns out any sort of broken whimper Ashgar might make in the height of their collective climax. Through magic or talent, Xavier ensures his new mate cums just as hard as he does, and at precisely the same shared moment.

Losing himself in the rise and fall of ecstasy unlike anything he's ever experienced, Ashgar paints himself in his tribute to the gryphon just as surely as he gets stuffed to the very brim with precious cum. That knot wedged in his butt bulges in his expanding belly, sealing it all inside to ensure a successful boi-breeding, and when it proves too much he truly begins to taste it after all. Xavier's cumming right through the swollen, rattled femboy, and he's not done humping until he's utterly drained his fat, clenching nuts completely dry. Or dry for a second or two, at least.

With an unresponsive but somehow conscious Ashgar beneath him, Xavier softly chuckles and sighs. He doesn't pull out. Stirring his shaft slightly inside the tenderized cutie, he slowly pulls back until the druid is dangling from his shaft and drooling his cum, suspended in the air by the still-horny gryph sitting on his haunches. Xavier strokes his knocked up bottom boi and eventually settles onto his back, spreading his wings out across the grass. Using the gryph as a bed makes things a lot more comfortable, even if Ashgar is still bloated, still broken, and drenched in his own cum.

"You're going to make a fine mother," Xavier says with a gentle caw. "I know you have guarded this forest well. You shall do just as fine with the clutch I've put in you. But don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon."

To demonstrate, he lightly humps, clutching Ashgar carefully in his talons. The druid gives something of a groan, a grunt, and a snort all at once that might be some sort of question, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't need to say anything. This is where he belongs now, and his journey is over. His pursuit of power is still a successful one, in a way. It simply involved shacking up with a bigger, stronger warden of nature than he could ever be, ready to serve and be pampered in the lustful gryphon's care for as long as Xavier shall have him.