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The Denseri Chronicles

Second Invocation

Enter the Lioness

Written By Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com)

The instant Rye's alarm clock started it's insistent buzzing, right at the stroke of seven in the morning, the vulpine's paw slipped out from under his warm covers, and silenced the infernal device.

Not that it had woken him; he had been wide awake most of the night. That's the way it normally was for him. Sleep was a fleeting phenomenon, and disturbing when it came. It brought dreams, and with them images that he'd rather not see anymore.

It was the price he paid for what he was, and there was nothing in the world that could change it.

He slid upwards into a sitting position, letting the covers drop down into his lap. His tail was tucked up against his hip as he crossed his legs, pondering what to do with the day.

Work wasn't an issue for him. It never had been. He could easily stay home and do absolutely nothing, like he did most every day. It was only Thursday, and most of his friends did have to work, which left him partly alone until the evening.

It would give him a chance to run some errands. There had been a few items he had in mind for Panthera, and this could prove to be the perfect opportunity to pick them up.

As if bidden by his thoughts, the love of his life slipped into the bedroom, a tray with breakfast in her paws.

Her name was Panthera Leo, and she was a lioness, which wasn't saying much at all about her. She was tall, just a whisker under six feet, with a figure to match, and made most well built women look out of shape when they stood next to her.

From the top down, she had a fantastic face, with a pair of deep purple eyes that a person could get lost in, and a cute nose right over a killer smile. Her velvety pelt was a gorgeous creamy tan. Her dark tan hair was long and silky, and trailed down to the base of her tail. Her ears rose through her luxurious mane; both were pierced twice, with a blue stud at the base, and a small hoop near the middle.

Her chest stood out on her shapely body, with breasts that easily defied the laws of physics. The round globes stood out from her chest a good foot, proud and firm. A golden ring through each of her thick nipples always showed through whatever top she had on. A simple blue stone hung between them, dangling from a golden chain that wrapped around her neck.

Her shoulders flowed into a pair of long, graceful arms hiding quite a firm set of muscles that could easily take down a grown man. All of this on top of a nice waist and lovely hips, which flowed down to a pair of shapely legs that rested gracefully on the floor.

She was his heart, his soul, his reason for staying on Earth. She was also the owner of the bed he slept in, the room it was kept in, and the sprawling house that it resided in.

At the moment she was dressed in a French Maid's uniform that showed well over a mile of cleavage. The skirt was so short her tail slipped down under it, and it showed off the front of her panties, clearly outlining her lovely sex. Her large clit, permanently aroused, was easily visible through the white fabric.

"Would Master like his breakfast?" she asked with a short curtsey, and a smile on her muzzle.

He laughed. "Of course, Hon, bring it over here," he said, motioning to the bed.

She nodded and minced over in the dainty heels she wore. They were three inches high, adding to her already impressive height.

He smiled as she moved, watching her hips sway, and thinking about the way she had been when they had first met. A lot of the charm and beauty was still there, but not quite like it was. The body she had asked for, and he had given it to her.

At the time, he hadn't even known her. It was just a job, in its own fashion. The rest had come over the following few weeks, and had been well worth it.

"I still don't understand why you insist on being my servant," he said with a chuckle. "This is your home."

She blushed a bit, and set the tray down on the bed. "Because I enjoy serving you, Rye. It gives me pleasure."

"Funny. If I remember our agreement, I'm the one who's suppose to be your servant, not the other way around," he replied, moving through the familiar conversation. They had it, in one form or another, almost every morning. It was traditional.

Panthera stuck out her tongue, "Yep, and I'm ordering you to have me as your servant." She leaned forward, and kissed him full on the lips.

He let out a happy sound, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her back, pulling her as close to him as he possibly could with her chest in the middle.

Their tongues meant in her muzzle, wrapping about each other as she ran her paws over his arms. She plowed her fingers through the soft fur, and up along his shoulders to cup his face in her paws.

When the kiss finally broke, she still held him, her thumbs rubbing gently along his thin muzzle. "What are you thinking of?" she asked.

Rye smiled, running a finger over her cleavage. "How you were when we first met."

She laughed softly, dropping her paws away, and relaxing herself on the edge of the bed. "Oh, I was such a mouse back then. Stick thin, a bean pole with no tits at all! And those glasses," she wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Some times I can still feel their weight on my muzzle."

He chuckled, picking up the cup of coffee from his tray, and sipping at it. He swished the dark liquid in his muzzle, trying to extract every last drop of taste from it before swallowing.

"I never changed your face," he told her, reaching up to touch her chin. "It was perfect the way it was when you first came to me. When you first took your glasses off, I was smittened with you, even though I didn't know it at the time."

She blushed deeply, glanced down at her cleavage. "Thank you, Honey, that means a lot to me."

He smiled, and lifted her chin, leaning forward to kiss her on the nose. "You mean a lot to me. You've shown me things I never even imaged before I met you. The world through your eyes is one of the most beautiful things I've ever known."

She blushed even more, and smiled at him with love filling her eyes.

"And you know what? You were damn cute back when you were a mouse." he said with a chuckle.

A mischievous look passed over her face, and she smiled wickedly at him. "Oh, I could be that again, you know."

He nodded, "I know... are you suggesting that?" He ran his fingers down her neck as he spoke.

She paused, then shook her head. "Oh, no... I was thinking of making me into a real mouse girl for you. A very mousy mouse girl."

A laugh escaped him, as he smiled, nodding his head. "Oh, I think you would be very sexy like that."

The lioness leaned forward, brushing her fingers over his chest. "And, because I haven't seen you as a female in months, I think I should be a lesbian." A soft purr rumbled from her throat.

"A lesbian? Are you really that interested in my vixen shape?" he asked with a second chuckle.

"Oh, yes, I am," she said, moving a bit closer to him. "Not a casual one, I want to be totally, and only, into women. No cocks allowed for this little mouse."

Rye picked up the tray of food, and set it aside. He wasn't hungry anyway. Then wrapping his arms around her waist, he smiled deep into her eyes. "Is that an order?" he asked.

She laughed. "You bet your tight, sexy ass it is!"

"As you command, ma'am," he said in a suddenly demure voice, pulling her closer, kissing her once more, and letting his magic loose over both their bodies.

Panthera let out a gasp, her tongue flicking deeper into his muzzle as her massive breasts started to shrink. Slowly they melted away, inch by inch. He pulled her tight to him, feeling her purr as his own form began its change.

Her maid outfit quickly started to slide down her shoulders, only her chest having held it up. With a small push of magic, he removed her clothes, hanging them on a chair. Only her jewelry remained on her body as they pressed against each other. Already gray fur was starting to spread over her breasts, centered over each of her tits.

He reached up to tweak them. At his touch the heavy rings that ran though her lovely flesh fell to the bed. They weren't actually his doing, she had come home with them one day as a surprise. A surprise he loved very dearly, but the kind of girl she was becoming wouldn't have them.

The kiss continued, as her breasts slid down, shrinking even smaller, stopping at a large B-cup. They would make a nice pawful when her change was completed. Their whole surface was already gray with the new fur.

Rye's own changes we're starting to show, focusing mainly at his chest for the time being. The definition of his muscles had slipped away, and a pair of nice breasts were starting to grow. Pretty soon they were pressed against each other, tit to tit.

She broke the kiss, pulling away slightly, smiling down at the fox's new breasts. "I like this look on you, Hon, you should run around with tits more often."

He laughed, running his fingers up over her neck, her new fur trailing just behind. "I haven't even started the mental changes yet!"

"That doesn't mean I don't like them," she protested. "If I didn't like breasts do you think I would keep mine as big as they are?"

He shook his head, smiling as the fur wrapped around her nose, her muzzle thinning out as her nose pad changed color. The constant purring that was coming from deep inside her body was starting to fade as well.

She sighed happily, cupping her reduced chest. "If I hadn't meet you, I would have paid to get my breasts as big as they normally are. Even if they were fake."

"We can do fake later," he said with a smile, reaching back to stroke her tail. The fur started to shrink back into her flesh, leaving behind a long, pink tail after just a few moments. It quickly reshaped itself to be a proper tail for a rodent.

The half-mouse lioness giggled to herself, watching the change as the sides of her face expanded slightly, her ears starting to grow larger. Turning back to face Rye, she ran her paws down his sides. "You're really starting to look female," she said with a weak purr.

He glanced down at himself, and nodded. His whole upper body was female now, with soft curves in his waist and hips as they filled out. His fur was softer, brighter, and even a bit fluffier. His fingers had just started to change, growing long and elegant.

Suddenly she gasped, and brought her paws up to her face, holding them closer to her eyes. "I can't see!" she said with a mix of surprise and disappointment, tinged a bit with lust.

"Yes," he replied, plucking her old pair of glasses from thin air. "It's part of your look," he explained, offering them to her. "It was implied in what you asked for."

She nodded, taking the glasses, and slowly opening them. With a mixed look she placed them on her muzzle. They adjusted to fit her new shape.

"You don't have to have them if you don't want," he said, the pitch of his voice rising as he spoke.

She paused in though while her ears finished changing, leaving her with the head of a proper mouse. Her whole upper body, except her arms, had now changed. "No, I think I should keep them, they are part of what I was." As she spoke, her purr finally faded completely away.

Leaning forward, she tilted her head upwards, and kissed him once more, but only for a few seconds. "I'm getting shorter," she said.

Rye nodded, feeling his now longer hair bouncing over his back. "Well, you are a mouse, or will be in a few more minutes. That does make you shorter than a vixen."

"I see," she said with a giggle, flicking her new tail happily as she ran her paws over Rye's arms, feeling them change under her fingers. "I had almost forgotten how sexy you are like this," she said.

He chuckled, and pulled her closer, stroking her back as the gray fur started down her legs. Her long hair was slowly rising up her back as it braided itself into a pony tail.

Shifting herself on the bed, she pulled the covers out of Rye's lap, exposing his lower body. His own changes were half way down his legs now, leaving just his crotch and face to show that he was a man.

"Almost done," she said, glancing at herself again, stretching her legs out as the new fur wrapped around her knees. Her clit was still the same large nub it had always been, but that was also something that had never been changed.

Rye felt his face shift, his cheek bones changing their shape, as his muzzle grew a bit longer, and narrower, leaving him looking very female.

Panthera snuggled up to him, nuzzling his shoulder as the last of her tan fur vanished under the gray, leaving her a pretty, if mousy, five foot tall mouse.

A few seconds later, the only thing left unchanged on Rye was his cock, which was slowly shrinking away into his body.

Panthera slipped off the bed, and scampered over to the full length mirror. Adjusting her glasses as she looking herself over, she giggled, spinning around. "Oh, this is just like what I remember myself as. The only thing different is the species."

She glanced back to Rye, watching as his equipment vanished between his legs, as a lovely female sex blossomed there instead. The vixen just lay in the bed, smiling up at her girlfriend.

"Now for the mental change," Panthera said with a giggle, bouncing a bit.

Rye smiled back, and crossed her legs. "All right, I want you to think about the biggest cock you've fucked."

The former lioness blushed happily, but nodded, half closing her eyes and rocking side to side. "Oh, that's easy!"

With a chuckle the vixen licked her lips. Then with a flick of her fingers, changed the mouse's mind.

Panthera jumped a bit, shaking her head and sticking her tongue out. "Oh my, that image is so," she shivered, "there's nothing erotic about it!"

Rye chuckled. "Just like you asked for."

"I know," the mouse replied, walking towards the bed. "But I didn't expect a cock to make me feel like that. I just feel nothing at all."

Rye smiled, and spread her legs, exposing her aroused cunt. The mouse's eyes immediately locked into it, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "That, on the other hand..." she murmured, and crawled onto the bed, dropping her glasses on the sheets.

She came up to the vixen's legs, slowly lifting one and kissed gently at the glossy black fur on her ankle, arousing a soft giggle from her.

Slowly Panthera kissed her way along the soft fur of her girlfriend's leg. The rusty fur tickled her whiskers as she moved up to the vixen's knees. One of her gray furred paws trailed up the widening blaze of creamy white fur on the inside of one thigh, while the other slipped forward to stroke gently at the vixen's warm creamy sex.

Above her, Rye let out a soft gasp at the touch, lifting one of her breasts upwards, and licking at the nipple. She sucked the hard nub of flesh into her muzzle as the kissing moved further up her leg.

Panthera nuzzled against the vixen's thigh, the scent of Rye's wet cunt slowly filling her small nose. She fingered the damp slit open and pressed one digit in slowly, up to her first knuckle, before wiggling it gently, tickling the inside of the flesh.

And then she was there, her kisses bringing her to the soft pink lips. Leaning forward, she pressed her nose against the engorged clit, and started to lap gently at the tight sex.

Using both her fingers, and her tongue, she teased the vixen, working her cunt slowly. Her tongue flicked down between the lips, tasting her wetness as it trickled like honey over her tongue

Rye gasped softly at the teasing, dropping her breast, and reaching down to rub the mouse between the ears. Her tail flicked up between the legs to tease the gray fur on Panthera's petite breasts.

The mouse pressed herself down against the thick tail fur, giggling softly as she wiggled her nose deeper against the vixen's warm neither lips. She pressed her fingers deeper inside, starting to fuck her with it.

The vixen burst into a fit of giggles, the mouse's whiskers tickling her as they ran over the wet lips of her cunt. One glossy black paw slid up to stroke her nipples, before again lifting one of her breast to suckle and lick on the tit.

Panthera looked up and licked her lips. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a smile as she rubbed her thumb over the vixen's clit.

Rye nodded and lifted her legs, wrapping them around the mouse's back. "Don't stop," she said with a smile, pulling her back down.

Not needing the invitation, the mouse dived back down into the sweet cleft, pressing her tongue in as deep as she could, working it over the inside of the vixen's cunt. Her small gray paw drifted up, over the creamy white fur of her lover's tight stomach to grab at her other breasts.

Rye gasped happily at the mouse's eager work on her sex. She pulled her girlfriend closer, using the white tip of her tail to stroke at Panthera's own wet cunt.

The mouse let her own moan slip out. Another finger worked its way into the vixen's cunt, increasing the thrust between the pink lips. Her nose pressed gently against the sensitive nub of Rye's clit.

Her paws worked the vixen's tit, playing with the large nipple. She rolled it between her fingers until it was hard and thick, standing proudly out of the surrounding fur.

Rye moaned, humping back up at the mouse's muzzle before dropping her legs. Reaching down she caressed the mouse's cheeks, then slowly her head up. "Care to share a bit with me?" she asked with a wink, working her tail up against the mouse's cunt.

Panthera nodded vigorously, not saying a word, just jumping forward and quickly turning around on the bed, licking at the vixen's breast in the process. In just a moment the mouse was straddling the vixen's muzzle before lowering herself down, returning her attentions to the wet cunt under her.

The vixen eagerly started to lap at the mouse's sex, the gray fur lining the bright red pussy lips as she spread them. She flicked her tongue between them, letting out a pleased murr as the mouse returned the favor below.

Rye reached up, using her fingers to spread the cunt wide, exposing the bright red skin as she dived into it, licking at the warm flesh, her nose buried inside the moist cave.

The mouse worked eagerly at her girlfriend's sex, using the fingers of both paws, and her tongue, to fuck her. Her tail flicked down over the vixen's ears as she worked eagerly at the pussy in her face.

With a moan into the mouse's cunt, Rye came, her juices exploding down the former lioness's face, crashing over the gray fur, matting it down.

She panted from the explosion of pleasure, holding herself still for a moment. Soon the scent of Panthera's cunt filled her muzzle and brought her back to her senses. Once the world finally came back into focus, she started worshiping the mouse's cunt again.

Panthera leaned back from the wet lips, licking over the wet fur around them, while humping back at Rye's muzzle, the vixen's skilled tongue starting to drive her wild.

Drawing on the skills learned by years of experience, Rye started to work eagerly at the mouse's cunt. Using her fingers, she played with her outer lips and clit as she worked her tongue deeper into her tight sex.

The mouse wiggled under Rye's ministrations, jolts of pleasure running through her as she was pleasured by her love. Small gasps escaped out of her lips, sending warm chills over the vixen's sex.

Rye worked faster, her tongue diving in and out of the succulent cunt. Above her the mouse's body tightened, then she let out a stifled scream as an orgasm rushed through her body.

The vixen lapped at the juices as they flooded the mouse's sex, sucking up the lovely sweet nectar, feeling a warm rush through her body as it slid down her throat. It was like ambrosia to her, filling her like nothing else could.

Panthera gasped softly, "Oh, that's a good start," she said with a smile as she looked back over her shoulder, at the vixen's wet face.

Rye nodded in return, licking softly at the cunt once more. "Should I break out some of the toys?"

The mouse giggled, and nodded, "Just not the strap-ons... I don't think I could use them."

Rye nodded, then frowned. "Someone is here looking for you, love," she said. "It sounds kind of important."

Above her, Panthera let out an annoyed sigh. "Are you sure?" she asked, as she rolled off the vixen, and lay on the bed.

"I'm sure. Shawn is on his way here to find you right now," she said with a deeper frown, sitting up and looking at her girlfriend. "We had better get dressed."

"I suppose," Panthera replied with a sigh.

Rye ran her fingers over the mouse's large ear, before rolling out of bed, her feet sinking into the deep shag carpet on the floor. "How long do you want to stay like this?"

The former lioness shrugged, sitting up in the bed and stretching out, returning her glasses to their proper place on her nose. She crossed her eyes for a second, and giggled. "I guess a few days. It's fun being a lesbian; we should do it more often."

"Of course!" the vixen replied with a wink and a flick of her tail. A quick wash of magic cleaned them both up from the remains of their sex. Rye casually pulled on some clothing, picking a hot pink panty and bra set, topped by a short black mini skirt, and a chest hugging purple top that showed off her cleavage.

Panthera went to her own side of the closet, and flipped through all her skin tight, super revealing clothing, her tongue sticking out of her muzzle in concentration. "Oh, this is so hard," she said with a frown, before pulling out a floor length skirt, and a simple gray top.

Before pulling them on, she picked out a pair of plain white panties and a bra. They magically sized themselves to her new form as she pulled them on. She wiggled into her clothing a few moments later, tucking the top of her blouse in, and tugging at the long sleeves.

Just as they both were properly dressed, there came a knock on the door. Rye hurried over, slipping on a pair of red 'fuck me' heels on the way. Swinging it open she found Shawn on the other side of the door.

He was a large bunny buck, standing seven feet tall with his ears, and very well built. A tight white shirt showed off his buff body and cut abbes while his pants were molded over a long thick cock, supported by balls the size of baseballs. They were the only part of his body Rye had a hand in, the rest was all his own work.

The rabbit's eyes trailed up over the vixen, an appreciative smile on his short muzzle. "Lovely body, Rye. Lisa is here to see Panthera."

"All right," she said to him with a smile, and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. "We'll be out in a few minutes," she added as she pulled away, but not before she groped his crotch. She giggled softly to herself as she closed the door.

The bunny was perfectly straight, and the only time she could get any of him was when she was female, but it was always worth it.

"You seem happy," Panthera said, brushing her hair out with a smile on her face, "and you look sexy."

The vixen giggled a bit, leaning forward to kiss the mouse full on the lips, and pawed at her covered breasts. "And you look like a mouse in every way, it's a turn on."

Panthera blushed deeply in her ears, and turned away, both shy and embarrassed. "Wait till I finish with my hair, I just feel this urge to put it up."

"Of course," the vixen replied with a smile. "You'll have a nice librarian look by the time you're done."

The mouse rolled her eyes, her glasses making them look large and round. "Silly," she said, and started towards the bathroom. Rye followed just behind her, flicking her magic at the bed, causing it to make itself.

Once inside the bathroom, Rye applied some makeup to her fur, highlighting her features, and making her look even sexier. She stopped just before it got to slutty, but only by the smallest of margins.

The transformed lioness was going a different route for the moment, ignoring her usual makeup completely. Instead she was working diligently on putting her hair up into a bun, resting between her ears.

Rye took the opportunity to paw at her shapely ass, before slipping out of the room, mincing towards the bedroom door, making a show of wiggling her hips.

A few moments later, her girlfriend followed, having opted for a pair of simple, flat shoes.

They hurried through the large house, heading towards the living room, where Rye knew Lisa was waiting for them. Rye swept into the room, her tail flicking happily as she saw the thirty-something wolf sitting on a chair in the room.

She was dressed in a simple business suit, a white shirt showing under the dusty gray jacket, which matched the color of the pleated skirt. She didn't look happy: her lips were pressed into a thin line, crossing her muzzle, and there was sadness in her eyes.

"Lisa, what's wrong?" Panthera asked her friend, slipping quietly into the room. The tone of her voice changed now that they were in public. She sounded shy, and timid, like she was trying to hide even when she was speaking.

"Oh, Panthera," Lisa said, instantly knowing her friend in new form, not even realizing she had changed. "I'm sorry to just drop in like this, but you're such a good friend, and I have a big favor to ask you and Rye."

Rye sat herself down in one of the plush chairs, crossing her legs, and letting one of her heels dangle from her toes. She wasn't sure what Lisa was asking for; the would didn't know about the vixen's powers, and couldn't have suspected.

"We'll do whatever we can to help," the young mouse said, sitting down next to her older friend. "What do you want to ask."

The wolf sniffed slightly, obviously holding back her tears. "I got downsized today at work, my whole division. We got called to a meeting first thing in the morning, and they fired all of us, we're all out of a job."

"I'm so sorry," Panthera said, warping an arm around her friend, and pulled her closer to her small body.

Rye frowned, resting her paws in her lap. "Aren't you in the middle of changing leases?"

Lisa nodded vigorously, tears starting to trail slowly down the fur under her eyes. "Yes, I was about to sign the lease on a new condo, but I can't now, and my apartment lease will expire in a few weeks."

Rye nodded, biting her lip. They city was a crowded place, and if Lisa had already given up her lease on her old apartment... "Have they leased it out to someone else yet?"

"Yes," she replied with a frown. "They're suppose to move in the week after I need to move out. I can't afford to get another place till I get a new job."

Panthera nodded, brushing her paws through Lisa's short hair. "We have plenty of empty rooms if you want to move in with us. That's if it's okay with you, Rye."

The vixen smiled slightly, nodding her head. No matter what form she was in, Panthera would always defer to her. "I don't mind at all, love; it's your home."

Lisa started to really cry, wrapping her arms around Panthera and hugging her tightly. "Thank you so much! I won't be here long, just until I can find a new job. I'll even pay you rent, and you won't even know I'm here!"

Rye smiled slightly, and shook her head. "Don't worry about any rent, Lisa, you're a friend, and I like helping my friends."

The wolf nodded, and slipped out of Panthera's grasp. She walked over to Rye, and hugged her tightly. "Thank you!"

Rye smiled, "Not at all, it's what friends are for."

FIN

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Story copyright 2005 by Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com), reposting and archiving are allowed as long as copyright notice and author'ss name are not removed. This story can not be published without permission of the author.