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Transformed for Revenge

Part Two of Four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

Of course, John was not to know that it was soundproofed, the glass a one-way mirror that allowed him to see into the room but not for Mike to see him. His twin brother sat with his head in his hands, free for the moment, but the terror of what could happen to him raged within John's heart.

Kate left. John screamed in her absence, thrashing, lashing out, trying to claw at the ground, though the binding around her forelegs threw her off enough for her efforts to be ineffective. So it was that she was forced to watch Kate entering the room, her lips moving soundlessly as she spoke to John, though the fear and shock in Mike's face was evident. It did not take anyone particularly skilled at reading facial expressions, of course, to be able to tell that he was terrified, probably thinking of his family, the ones he loved. Dimly, selfishly, John wondered if he was in Mike's mind at all.

But it didn't matter anymore, not as the needle slid into Mike's neck, Mike reeling, holding his hands up, trying to step back and put distance between them. She'd only been able to inject him so swiftly as she was far better used to using such implements at times when her life was at risk, around the big cats when they needed to go through medical procedures.

Kate stepped back, giving some distance, though John could not see if she left the room, not as Mike openly howled, twisting and contorting, falling to all fours. Yet there was nothing at all that John could do to help his twin brother as he wrenched his hips back, transforming before his eyes. His transformation was about the same rate as John's, though presented a new kind of horror when John was forced to watch it happening, turning her head to the side, eyes wide, straining, unwilling to look away. But why had Kate even dragged Mike there? It didn't make sense, but, still, the true horror of her being turned into a lioness had not sunk in. In her mind, she was still a man, still possessed some kind of ability to escape, to take her fate well and truly back into her own hands.

It was not to be, but John was not to know that yet. She didn't need to know anything that Kate didn't want her to know, not anymore.

Mike twisted and groaned, even though John could not hear him, a tail shooting from the base of his spine, openly in pain as he transformed. Before John's eyes, his brother became a lion – yet not the lioness that John had expected to see. His shaft shrank, yes, but in the tawny-brown fur that clad Mike's hide, there was a sheath and a set of balls, clearly there, easy to see with how they were positioned further back, closer to the lion's rump so that the balls were most easily viewable from behind. They swung, obviously full, bigger than John reckoned they would have been on a human, though Mike's clothes had obscured some of the show when he had been transforming, which was only how he expected the size difference. Maybe John was identical down between the legs, as a man, to Mike… Yet it was not something that he could delve into all that much, not at that time. It simply wasn't possible, no, not at all.

The man that had been his brother staggered to his feet as a male, a lion, though John didn't know whether that was better or if it was worse than her becoming a female. There was something broken in it, something twisted, something that was very “not right", even though it seemed that neither had any control over their lives anymore, things twisted out of hand, bent and broken beyond all recognition.

Unlike John, Mile was not collared and he was not bound. Hope surged in John's heart. Had Kate slipped up with something? Had she made a mistake? Who knew… But it could mean that Mike could attack her, that they had a chance, however small of a chance that it was.

A tiny glimmer of hope could give one strength at the strangest and most unprecedented of times, after all. The lion, however, did not move to attack anyone, not even as the door connecting the two rooms, seemingly through a short corridor, slid open with a hiss of air. Kate strode in with a smile on her face, Mike walking beside her, though he stumbled over his own paws, the large, unwieldy things needing conscious effort to walk on.

John stiffened. In the lion's eyes rang a sadness, a sense of defeatism, a slowness, a dullness, a helplessness. Glancing at the mirror, she quickly looked away again, her heart wrenching. It was not something that she wanted to acknowledge, yet it was the same emotion twisted up into the backs of her own eyes, brimming over with humanity, sapience, the knowledge that things would never again ever be the same.

Had she not realised that the animals in her care had been transformed? Which ones? Which ones had been human, once upon a time? To talk of transformation felt like fantasy, a fairy tale, yet it was a horror that now John and Mike were both caught up in the grip of, an iron fist squeezing around them more securely than any cage.

Which animals that she had taken care of had once been human? Which ones knew of their fate? Which ones knew of their humanity? She supposed she could only be thankful, as it was a sanctuary, that there was no breeding program. She had always treated the cats with the utmost care and attention, spending hours upon hours studying about them, their habits, attending lectures and talks. It was the least she could do then and, hopefully, the same in hindsight, with the fresh knowledge that she had in mind.

John tried to pull towards Mike, the male lion blinking back at her in confusion, though he didn't seem to know yet what her grunts and chuffs meant, lion sounds that took the place of human words, despite her mind screaming. She yowled, lunging for him, clawing at the ground with both forepaws at once, though it didn't get her anywhere, not quickly, not at all. But she couldn't even turn around in the position that she was in, wrenching at the chain, forced in such a position to mostly face the wall holding the mirror.

“Grrrrmmmmphhh! Rrrrfffffnnnngggghhh!"

She would have been upset if she had heard sounds like that coming from the mouth of another lion, though she yearned to be heard, to make Mike, in some small way, understand her, see her predicament, the fear and the panic in her heart and her soul. Yet Mike only blinked at her, not knowing or understanding what was going on, not in any way. She could never have expected him to.

“Calm down, my dear," Kate said, faking a soothing voice, though it was hard, even for her, to not appear pleased by all that was going on. “Everything's going to be fine. I brought you a friend, Arnold."

John reeled and hissed, growling, a deep rumble that started in her chest. She wasn't Arnold!

“Now, as you see, Mike, what you need to understand is that this before you is no normal lioness. This is a centre for correction and punishment for the truly despicable in the world. For right here before you is Arnold, a serial rapist who was given to me by a rich donor to the sanctuary, who demands justice for his daughter. In a way, it is kind of poetic, though I would not be so crude as to reveal the name of the donor. He deserves his privacy, after all, and that of his daughter's."

Mike blinked, looking up at her, his attention rapt, though John threw herself about, howling out what she hoped was Mike's name, but came out as a broken amalgamation of sounds, none of which seemed to quite fit together.

“This rapist, going by Arnold, has resisted and injured our proud, lovely resident male lion, so we require a male with a little more, ah…shall we say creativity and determination to punish her. Your punishment is to take her, though, frankly, is that really any punishment at all, Mike? People would say that I'm doing you a favour, in fact, by allowing you an opportunity like this."

Mike shook his head, the lion trying to back away, but there was nowhere for him to go, not as obvious horror crossed his face. It was harder to see on the face of a lion than a human, but the lines of tension were still there, how he panted from stress, tail curling anxiously back and forth, clamped down more than he would otherwise have done if he was free and comfortable.

“Impregnate the female, the rapist who has been transformed, and you will be transformed back to your normal, human form once a viable litter is confined. This is your only option, Mike, for I will not tolerate resistance."

John heaved, lunging at the chain with a yowl, though she could not have appeared any more like a determined rapist who only wanted to escape her punishment of bearing a litter of kittens if she'd actively tried. No! She couldn't have it, it could not happen! Not to her, not there! She had to get out, had to escape, had to do something, had to find some way to tell Mike that it was her, that it was John in the body, not a rapist!

Yet her struggles fell short and her cries fell on deaf ears, Mike seeming to listen carefully, far more composed than John was in any way. What had Kate told him? Oh, for there had to be more to the ruse, more to the ploy that threatened to break down everything that John had worked for in his life, to twist even Mike's perfect, lovely (sincerely meant) family into ruins. John couldn't let him do it! Not when it would ruin his life, not when Mike thought that she was not his brother but a horrible criminal, a rapist, someone who used and abused and tossed away their victims as if they were not worth anything at all to them.

She had to get out, had to find a way back into her human body, the male body, the body that would set her life back to rights again. She clawed at the floor, wrenching at the collar, though only succeeded in half choking herself as her heart pounded fearfully.

“Go on then," Kate said, nudging Mike with her foot closer towards John, as if Mike was as tame as a house cat. “Go get her. That's if you want to get out of here and back to your family one day, that is."

Please, no, please don't… No… Mike… Mike, please, don't do this, it's me in here, it's your brother! You can't do this, please, understand this, know it's me, you know me, Mike, you're my twin!

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Where words failed her, frantic pleading with her eyes, thoughts running amok, did not get John anywhere either, trying to turn away, though she struggled and half-slumped onto her side as the bonds around her forepaws tripped her. She would have attacked Kate, however clumsily, with her teeth and claws if the woman had been in range, rage twisting inside her, fear not knowing where else to go. For there was nothing she could do, raging and howling against the cavern of her head where she was trapped, all in a body that she did not yet know how to control, her world screaming out of hand.

Yet Mike shook his head, not wanting to approach, giving a low growl that John thought meant “no". Could she understand lion language if she stayed in that body for long enough? Another glimmer of hope sparked in her heart, yet the raging anxiety curling through horror could not quite be quelled by such a little spark.

“Have it your way."

Pacing up to John, she took another syringe that could be fired with a trigger plunger, something like a gun in how she held it, though it was clearly and clinically medical, shooting another solution into her bloodstream. That injection went into the back of her neck, John's eyes following the syringe as Kate stepped back out of range before John could do anything, not that she was in much of a position to force Kate away or get the upper hand in any way.

“You made me do this."

John moaned, shocked by the sound that came out of her mouth. That didn't sound right, didn't seem right, not at all. She twisted back and forth, though it came with a shift of her hips, not quite sure what she was doing. Why was she so hot? She hadn't been hot before, but her new lioness body did not release heat like a human one, not sweating through the same glands in the same places as before.

“Your body is aroused now," she told John as if she was speaking plainly to the rapist that she had told Mike she was. “Permanently aroused, that is. You will be able to have sex nearly constantly, not a terrible fate. But this is your punishment, Arnold, so you will be hypersensitive to pleasure, aching for it. Watch her, Mike. Watch how she feels."

John trembled, but she could not even turn to Kate, her body aching deeply, something pulling deep inside her that she could not put words to. It did not make sense, not at all, her breath leaving her lips in a low chuff, as if her nostrils were no longer enough to soothe the air from her lungs adequately enough. Nothing again, not in that ilk, would ever be enough, the lioness quivering, her whole body shaking.

“Yes, that is true lust, Arnold, true arousal. Do you feel it? How you will die without sex? Or, at least, that's what it will feel like to you…"

The woman was evil, there was no other thing about it, though that was the least of John's worries as she howled and twisted, wrenching with all her might against the chain. It held fast, forcing her to watch, to look in the mirror, body aching, body quivering, panting and moaning, trying to hold onto some semblance of who she was. It was all she had left, even though she quivered for it, feeling as if her sex was drooling. Could that even happen for a lion? She didn't know, didn't care to know, but she was going to know what sex was like for one, all in intimate, raunchy fashion…

All against her will. With her twin brother. Who thought she was a rapist.

Fuck!

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“Look… Look how she needs it. You should give it to her, Mike, or else I will tease her and tease her, make her feel like she's going to die without being fucked. It's a good punishment too, but it's not what was requested by the donor and I aim to deliver on my promise."

She felt Mike's eyes on her, but Kate's fingers groped and played, finding her nipples, running around under her body while John could not even growl at her, as much as she wanted to threaten, to snarl at her to leave her alone. For her body sung at the slightest of touches from Kate, how those fingers knew intimately how to twitch and pull, to prickle at her nipples as if they were going to do more, yet John never quite knew what the woman was going to do. Kate kept her guessing, whimpering, moaning, making all manner of sounds that she never would have thought that she could make.

It wasn't right, it wasn't her, it wasn't him, not the man that he really was, not in the slightest. But it felt good, too good, so good that her sex swelled softly, or at least felt as if it was, her whole body burning up from the inside out with raw, unbridled need. It could not be denied, not as her body ached for it, feeling like something was twisting in her gut, way back in her abdomen, where her womb, most likely, was. She could only guess as pleasure seared through her, Kate rubbing her ears, though they were somehow even more of an erogenous zone than her nipples were. Just how that could be possible was beyond her, but it was not down to John to worry about that, not for her to think about that, not in the slightest.

All she had to do was to feel as she cried out for help, begging and sobbing – but lions did not sob, not like that. Her chuffing cries were broken and animalistic, leaving nothing of the human that was behind them actually in them. There was nought that could be done about that, but John pushed through the moment, panting heavily, lashing her tail back and forth, trying to evade Kate's grasp as her hands rubbed the length of her tail. Her mind hadn't caught the moment that Kate's fingers had closed around her tail, but it was exquisite, like nothing else that she had ever felt before.

Fingers caressing, stroking, teasing, rubbing down and down and down, all the way to the fluffier thick of fur at the tip of her tail. She near enough melted in Kate's touch. In a way, it reminded her of being back in her arms, her bed, but that would never be so again – much less because her attraction for Kate had faded. That burning intensity was attractive, at first, but exhausting in practice, promising more that John had predicted and made as if to escape from.

There was no escape. Not even from her fingers, not as Kate let her melt in her grasp. She rocked away from her, grunting and groaning, though Kate's fingers slid to the base of her tail, scratching and teasing, all as if it was something that she had done time after time before. There was experience behind those touches, but it was not as if John was in any position to complain, to do anything at all. The best she could do was to rake in harsh gasp after gasp, snarling, panting, trying to bear through it, rocking her hips down, though she arched more and more into Kate's touch as if she craved it.

Her tail lashed, sweeping out of Kate's grasp, though the woman was not at all disillusioned by what was going on there, that she could not get the lioness to do exactly what she wanted. A little injection to ramp up her hormones, to send her body into overdrive, and there would not be anything at all that she could do, forced to please, to curl into lust, snarling, her nose tipping down.

John could not bear it, not as Kate's fingers found her tail again, holding it more tightly that time, creeping down the long length, lower and lower to the base, rubbing her fingers around, under the base, closer and closer to her rump. John shivered and moaned, like a bitch in heat, a slut on show, quivering under every last one of those touches. A treacherous, delirious part of her mind didn't want any of it to stop, though it was hardly as if she had any kind of choice in the matter. It was a fallacy indeed to think that she had ever had any say in anything concerning Kate, yet she knew that truly as the woman's fingers brushed her sex.

John had never gotten an electric shock, but there was no other way to describe it in the moment, not as a zap of thrilling sensation shot through her, Kate taking her time, introducing John to the body that she abruptly feared that she was going to be stuck in until the end of time. She didn't want to think about it like that, not in any way, whimpering, moaning, but it was to be, at least for the time being, heat flooding her as if she was being doused in a vat of warm water, infiltrating every corner of her being.

It was all that was needed, panting, whimpering, moaning, losing herself in the moment. She didn't want to think about what was happening to her, but Kate rudely called her back to the present moment, forcing her to acknowledge it. How those fingers slid over her sex, could she even call it a pussy? Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was right, but the chain kept her in place, locking her down, forcing her to stand where she was put, for she was simply an object to Kate.

She knew that, even without being told. Kate didn't see her as a person anymore and John doubted that Kate had ever even loved her as a man. Maybe Kate had never even seen her as a person when she'd been a man, but it was hard for John to feel like anything of a man while she was staring at herself in the mirror, that sordid reflection of debauchery, even though every last bit of it was forced upon her against her will.

Her body tingled, trying to roll back into the touch of those fingers, how they danced and played with the softness of her bare skin, the tightness of her slit. It was unlike a human sex, yet still familiar enough that she could at least vaguely make some sense of what was happening, why her sex was wetter, slicker, dripping a little with barely concealed lust.

“Rrrrrrnnnngggghhhh!"

She groaned deep in the back of her throat, grunting, shaking her head to the extent that she could from one side to the other, her body hot, so hot, burning up.

“What a good kitten you can be then," Kate crooned, though there was neither any softness or kindness in her voice, there never would be. “Relax, Arnold… You have to make Mike want you now, don't you? He won't fuck you for your punishment unless he knows that it's what you need."

It was bullshit, everything she was saying, though John hardly heard her. She was hardly even aware of Mike watching her, the lion wide-eyed, his cock out and throbbing, though it was not fully erect, not yet. The lion's shaft drooled a tiny drop of pre-cum, showing his arousal, his body reacting to her scent, even though the signals had not yet reached his mind.

In time, however, the lion would not be able to resist the scent of a fresh, fertile female, a lioness who was practically in heat, gagging for him to stuff her pussy full of his cock. In time, he would mount her, breed her, fuck her until every inch of his cock had disappeared into her cunny, stretching her out as if she was a virgin all over again.

But she probably was, technically, a virgin in a transformed body – physically if not in John's mind. She growled, whimpering, trying to push through the pleasure to get through to her twin brother in any way possible, but even though the language of lions was making more and more sense to her, she couldn't force Mike to understand. They might be able to communicate in time, but there was only so much that could be done, despite the severity of her situation.

Still, she wanted it. Oh, John hated that she wanted it, her body aching with humiliation, a dark, heavy feeling that settled into the pit of her stomach, even though it had no right in belonging there. Humiliation should never have been part of her life, her experience, not like that, not when she had never done anything wrong, nothing to deserve it, and yet it was something, all the same, that was a part of the human experience. And maybe even the life of a transformed human too.

That was a tale yet to be told as her body ached, rolling back, panting, tail lashing, swaying back and forth. Against her will, she got more and more into the moment, though she reeled from it, helpless to do anything else, though she hated it, loathing every heated second of it. She whimpered, trying to press her nose to the cool of the floor, though it wasn't close enough, the solidity of the world around her feeling as if it was very far away, as if she was in her own dimension.

A dimension that dictated her reality, how heat throbbed through her, pulse after pulse, Kate's fingers slipping inside her, working back and forth against her inner walls. They felt tight, though she didn't want to think about that, even as she was forced to, her arousal making it easier still for her to allow that penetration, as much as it horrified her. She squealed harshly, bucking her hips, Kate laughing openly at her need.

“Is that enough for you, Mike? Don't you see how much she needs it?"

Kate curled her fingers, playing John's body like an instrument, John sharply reminded of how good sex had been before, back when he'd been a man, a man with Kate. That was perhaps why he'd stayed with her for as long as he had, trying to see if there was some way, any way at all, that he could make things work between them. In the end, however, there had been nothing they could do.

Kate's fingers played her, teasing her, though they did not bring her off, the lioness quivering, wondering if it was even possible for her to orgasm with such need coursing and pumping through her. She didn't know if lions could do that, anything about that side of them, for the sanctuary had not had a breeding program, not in the slightest. It felt good, too good, sobbing as she collapsed into it, the throbbing bud of her clit, a tiny bit of more sensitive flesh that tipped just inside her vulva, aching for it.

The woman toyed with that, pressing her fingers over it, finding something else, something small, something hard, something that leapt to life in her fingers with rampant vibrations. John jolted in her chains, eyes wide, pulling at the bonds around her paws, but the bullet vibrator was pressed wantonly to her clit, vibrating madly, making her twist back and forth as if she was going to orgasm right then and there.

“Good kitten… Give in… It'll be easier for you, so much easier for you."

No… No, she would not do it, could not do it, would hold back, would fight tooth and nail with her denial. But, oh, how badly she wanted to cum, to orgasm, as if there was nothing else at all left in the small, small world that her world had become, one of pleasure and entrapment, of force and domination unlike any other. Her body ached and ground rampantly onto the vibrator as she was edged, not realising that it was Kate, of course, who controlled everything, who made her thrust and grind and do anything that was needed, everything that she could possibly have thought of.

That was not under her control, not as her sex was spread too, not by fingers that time but by a long, thick dildo. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. She ground her hips back, tail flicking back and forth, lashing out of her control. Oh, she played at control, she tried to control things, tried to clench her jaw, though Kate delighted in bringing her, quivering, to the edge, again and again, showing her just how weak John truly was.

“You could give in, how easy would that be? You're never going anywhere ever again, you'll be trapped here forever, bred and taken, your eternal punishment until the end of your days. Arnold, you deserve this."

In that moment, she believed it, that it was her fate, what she deserved. It was the only way that John's breaking mind could comprehend in a way that made any kind of sense, trying to make sense at all costs as to what her life was becoming, what had happened to her. Oh, but the pleasure… The dildo stretched her out, filling her cunt, everything about the moment dirty, sordid, used and abused, all on show.

She moaned. She couldn't help it. She seemed to be thinking that a lot, ashamed of how she was acting, all that she was doing, how she moaned so openly, as if it was something she had been doing her whole life. She hadn't even had sex in front of anyone else before anyway, only with a partner, the whole experience new. It could have been kinky, even hot, if she'd been with a partner, if she'd been human, but she could not, even then, fully make sense of everything.

The dildo pushed deep, the lioness pushing out her claws, though she could not orgasm. She wanted to climax, she wanted it, even though she'd been holding back defiantly only a moment before, growling and moaning, her whiskers quivering. Fuck… It was good, so good, though Kate seemed to know instinctively when to stop, when to slow, when to drag the dildo through her pussy with ridiculous teasing delight.

Her pussy closed around it and she squeezed down without thinking, but the toy was gone in the next moment, drawing it out as she mewled desperately for it. Yet the toy was ground into her mouth instead, Kate wary of her teeth though knowing how to handle her so that her fingers and hands stayed safe while she forced her to clean off the dildo. John mewled plaintively, yet her tongue worked without conscious thought, sweeping up and down to clean off her own arousal from the dildo, an intrinsically musky aroma that was animalistic, not human, could never truly be human again as much as John wished that she was.

“Don't worry, kitty-kat, I'm going to give you what you need. Or, at least, he is… Isn't that right, Mike? You're going to do right by her, breed this horny, slutty lioness. It's only what she deserves for all her crimes, after all."