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The Chieftain sat at his table, slowly scribing runes on a piece of paper as his Tarnq polished his sack with his eager tongue. He had to stop from time to time as the wide, flat canine tongue lapped over the short fur and sensitive flesh, growling softly in pleasure under his voice. He couldn't help the smile he always wore at the eagerness and loyalalty of the new slut. Even more than his dismissed antelope, whose eagerness to please grew as his power was drained away and diminished. If the dog went the same way, he'd be a tireless toy for the lion. And for much longer.

"Tarnq," he said, snapping his fingers.

The dog instantly stopped, leaning his muzzle forward enough to look up at the lion from under the table, muzzle still between his legs.

The lion smirked down at him. "Go and fetch water for the tribe from the stones," he said, the Tarnq smiling and wagging delightedly as he felt his paws becoming his own for a moment, his Master giving him his hands as he quickly rushed out and toward the edge of the village.

The lion smiled, getting a stick and walking to the area near the door, scratching some runes into the earth and nodding as he gestured toward it, letting the runes come to life. He mentally instructed his Tarnq to take his time, go slow, and relax in the shade for a few minutes when his duty was finished, then called for his hyena messenger. When the hyena arrived, he stopped him, pointing to the floor. The hyena nodded. "Who, Master?" he asked.

"The new warrior," he said. "The one that still boasts and talks about his strength," he said.

The hyena nodded and stepped away as the lion returned to his chair, picking up the page of runes and adding the last few lines to activate them. He turned as he heard the hyena approach and watched him pull the tent flap aside for a small, fast cheetah.

The cheetah stepped into the tent, his footpaws stepping inadvertently into the circle of runes. "You called?" he said, his voice flat and lacking respect. The respect that was due to the chieftain.

The lion would change that.

He snapped his fingers and the runes sparked, surrounding the cheetah. The other had a moment to gasp in surprise before chains of iron leapt from the dirt, whirling around him in a hard spiral, tightening and then dragging him downward.

The cheetah's eyes went wide as he was landed on his knees, groaning as he felt the restraints tighten painfully. The chieftan smiled as the hyena closed the flap of the tent, his lips curling into a smirk. "You lack respect," the lion said, sighing softly. "You're lucky I already have a Tarnq, or I'd enslave you just to make you my cocksucking bitch," he said coldly.

The cheetah's arms strained against the chains, and the lion was quite pleased that he'd chosen metal rather than ropes. He took a moment the admire the cat's body. Slender, like all cheetahs, but covered in tight, strong cords of muscle. Tightly built, like a powerful, thin reed. Sharp and whip-quick. The lion gestured and smaller, thinner chains slid from the ground, grabbing onto the cheetah's hip and leg armour, gripping it and dragging it down his body.

"I'm going to teach you respect," he said. "Among other things," he added, standing and walking over to the cheetah, showing him the scroll and watching as his eyes locked onto it. He watched them following the script, tracing it with his eyes. He didn't need to understand the runes entirely. They carried their own understand, the understanding of a long dead ur-language forged by beings half divine--if you believed their own writings.

When he finished, then lion smiled. "There we are," he said, laying it down on the ground, watching as the cheetah's eyes stayed locked to it tightly. He waited for the magic to take hold, watching as the wisps of grey smoke-like tendrils seemed to flow from the cheetah's eyes, washing over the page as the runes there started to glow with a blue energy. The lion smiled, allowing the process to run as he reached for a nearby box. He opened it, removing a small, smoothly polished, tapered piece of wood with a wide base, then smiled.

As the magic reached its end, he walked over to the cheetah, picking up the paper, then setting the piece of wood in front of him. "That's going to be yours now," he said, smiling at the feline and chuckling as he walked over to his table, sitting down and reaching for the brush he worked his magic with.

He slowly changed the rune for willful into the rune for subservient. He was extremely well practiced at that. As he finished with that one, he smiled at the cheetah. "Aren't you going to greet me?" he asked.

The cheetah's eyes blinked for a few moments as his soul was quietly rewritten. His ear's pinned as he frowned, shuddering for a moment before he nodded. "Y-yes, sir," he said. "Sorry, sir."

The lion smiled. "Good. You'll make a fine warrior for my growing tribe," he said.

The cheetah nodded, and the lion turned back to his scroll, chatting idly with him. "What name do you enjoy being called?"

"I... I was called Pir in my old tribe," he said.

The lion nodded, quietly adding a rune, then a word. "But what do you prefer?"

The cheetah "I... K-kitten?" he said. He was questioning it, even as it became a reality. "Kitten, sir."

The lion nodded in approval, chuckling softly. One of the runes--the one meaning a combination of 'straight', 'breeder', 'alpha', 'masculinity', and other concepts--was easily blotted out, making the cheetah whimper as part of his personality was completely removed and replaced by the lion with 'bitch' and 'subservient.' He could have used more proper runes with fewer vulgarities, but those would have given the once willful cheetah too much self-respect. He wanted him broken as an alpha, entirely, and this would certainly do it.

He smiled as he looked over to the cheetah. "Have you taken a dominant since you joined us?" he asked the cheetah.

The cheetah shook his head, just a touch shyly. His face reflected confusion until the lion continued to edit and change his new warrior into a more proper male for his needs, quietly removing conquests and including new experiences. "N-no, sir," he said. "I usually have to wait for them," he admitted.

The lion smiled. "There's a wild dog in the tribe, the same species as my Tarnq. His name is Len. Just seek him out and tell him your situation. He'll be happy to take care of your needs," the lion promised.

The cheetah nodded as memories of his mated females slowly evaporated off of the scroll, turning into smoke and vanishing as the lion added new ones. It wasn't just the symbol, after all. Intent mattered a lot as well.

He smiled as he finished with the cheetah, instilling a strong drive to serve the tribe and a need to train daily. Discipline. Focus. Submission to his betters. Recognition of the lion as the highest of his betters.

The perfect warrior.

The lion smiled and rolled up the scroll tightly, walking over to the cheetah and putting the scroll on the ground. He snapped his fingers and it burst into flames instantly, the wisps of smoke flicking off of it and sinking back into the cheetah's eyes, the male taking a deep breath as his mind and personality were fully returned to him.

As he regained control, the chains fell away, sinking back into the ground as the lion smiling. "I have finished crafting your price for joining our tribe, my warrior," the lion said.

The cheetah looked at him. "Sir?" he asked.

The lion pointed at the wooden object on the ground, and the cheetah immediately recognized it and what it would be used for. He swallowed hard, reaching for it and picking it up. "T-thank you, sir," he said, his cheeks flushing.

The lion smiled. "Stand, turn around, and let me watch you use it."

The cheetah flushed darkly, standing and turning around, his tail flicking to the side. He bent over, reaching behind himself and flushing as he pressed the toy at himself. It was hard and dry at first, but after a moment, he felt it turn slick and easily slide into his ass, stretching him open and lubricating his hole. He let out a long, low groan and fell to his knees, unable to help himself as he pumped it in and out of his ass a few times.

His cheeks turned crimson as his head hung to the ground, pumping the toy in and our of his himself more and more eagerly. He moaned, panting and shuddering as he started angling it and twisting it into himself. He gasped as his cock slid from his sheath, the toy glowing brightly for a moment as he suddenly came... or thought he did. The orgasm was stifled entirely as the energy from it was absorbed and used to power the device... He flushed, pulling it from himself slowly.

"No," said the lion. "Wear it for when you meet Len."

The cheetah flushed, but nodded, pulling up his armour and groaning as he tied it back into place. "Thank you, Master Chieftain," he said.

The lion smirked. "Of course, Warrior," the lion said, chuckling. "Enjoy yourself."

The cheetah stepped out of the tent, walking and looking for his new dominant as the Tarnq returned. The lion smiled at him, bringing him to the table and gesturing. The Tarnq instantly understood, bending over the table and raising his tail with eagerness as the lion chuckled and guided his hard cock into his 'apprentice's' asshole, letting out a groan at his tightness. After using the cheetah as he had, he was aroused, and it didn't take him long to finish in the dog's ass, listening to the smaller male yip with delight.

He didn't want to take the cheetah, after all. He was a reward for loyalty. And he wouldn't spoil Len's fun.

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The cheetah walked through the camp, feeling both awkward with the plug in his ass and somehow deeply fulfilled by its presence. It was like a part of him that had been missing was suddenly returned to him, slid into his body, and made whole again. He let out a long, slow breath as he looked around the camp, seeing two wild dogs talking to each other. The only two in the camp.

He walked over to them, his ears twisting shyly. "Greetings, brothers. I seek Len," he said.

The taller of the two dogs nodded to him. "We are Len," he said.

The cheetah's ears twisted back entirely. "What?" he asked.

"We are Len," the other said. "We are blood bonded. We are Len."

The cheetah had heard of rituals like this. Two tribe members born on the same day, at the same hour. Considered two halves of one soul in two bodies, kept together and raised as one child. He hadn't expected this.

"Greetings, Len. I am..." He rubbed his eyes for a moment, feeling as if it had a mote of smoke in it. "I am called Pir," he murmured. "Though, I was hoping you would consider calling me... Kitten," he murmured. "I prefer that at times."

"What times?" they asked together. With the two of them speaking together, it seemed almost certain that they were the same soul. The same person, even.

The cheetah flushed, and the words spilled past his lips almost automatically. "Times when I am servicing other males," he said.

Both of them smiled together, almost eerily, and stepped closer to him. One's paw raised to his cheek, rubbing slowly and firmly, while the other fell to his hip. He felt them rubbing and stroking him, making him feel... surprisingly good. They were both gentle and firm, stroking him slowly and rubbing over his fur.

"This is good," said one of them. "The chieftain promised me someone after I found the Tarnq for him."

The second--the shorter one--nodded, reaching down to grip the cheetah's manhood, feeling it. "He's not very large. His mouth will need work."

The first's paw slid behind him, feeling beneath his tail, gripping the bottom of the plug. "The chieftain has given him a charm," he said, a smiling sliding over both their faces together.

The cheetah felt objectified, used... His cheeks were red, but he was panting openly as they slowly removed his clothes, dropping them to the ground until he stood nude on the edge of the camp. "Len is strong," the dogs said said. "I will guard and protect you. Make you a happy bitchmate."

The taller one gripped the base of the charm, withdrawing it from the cheetah and making him whimper in joy. He dropped the toy on top of the cheetah's clothes, pressing him to his knees. The second Len stepped in front of him and laid his paw on his head, drawing the cheetah's muzzle to his bulge. "Breath," he said.

The cheetah would learn which was which based off of taste, eventually, but for now, he just inhaled his musk with a deep, delighted grin. Feelings he'd never had before--feelings that didn't exist before an hour ago--suddenly sparked to life through his body. He closed his eyes and shivered, rubbing the dog's legs. He heard buckles unfastened, and a moment later, the dog's musk redoubled. His head was gripped again, and he felt the soft, short fur of Len's balls against his muzzle.

The rough tongue slid out and over the sack, gathering his taste. Behind him, he felt paws on his hips as Len--he was starting to think of them as a single entity the more they touched and stroked him--placed his cock at his hole, sliding into him easily.

Around them, more and more members of the tribe were gathering. Some of them were touching themselves as they watched, while others looked at them enviously, not yet having been given a mate by the chieftain. As the audience gathered, the cheetah sucked and took both of his first cocks, groaning as he was fucked and used. He sucked until he tasted his first load, squeezed and rolled his hips until he felt he first one inside as well... Though not his first knotting. That would be later, in private, before he was marked and given his submissive's scars on his back and hips.

He knew it was coming. It delighted him.

The crowd eventually dispersed as they two dogs finished with the cheetah, drawing him close and pulling him between them, stroking and rubbing him, making him feel as if he was the center of attention. Loved and owned. He lay there submissively as they worked him, pawing him off and letting him cum once before allowing him to clean Len's paw after he finished.

He quietly dressed and fetched his weapons and equipment, joining Len and moving into their tent. For a moment, there was an oddness about the situation. He felt his eye stinging slightly, and as he rubbed it, a mote of something seemed to vanish into a soft wisp, floating away as everything fell into place, feeling fulfilled for the first time since he was cast out of his tribe. He felt as if he belonged.

As the two entered their tent, rubbing and stroking him, he closed his eyes, contentment washing over him. He was proud to be a warrior for the chieftain. Proud of his place.

After all, the Chieftain had made sure he would be.