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Transformed for Revenge

Part Three of Four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

The dildo pushed back into her pussy and John shook her head, though it was not in denial, merely her trying to release tension in some small way. Had licking off the sex toy made her even hornier? No, it was wrong, so wrong, yet her body quivered in illicit delight, straining back at the full extent of the chain as if she could grind back, snarling, heaving, panting. No longer did she at all try to pull away, driven made with lust, arousal, the heat tingling through her, paw pads damp with sweat. Her claws tried to dig into the ground and she wrenched furtively at the bonds around her forepaws, yet she did not yet know how to use her body aptly enough to get free. The only thing that John would have done if she had been free, anyway, would have been to rock back desperately onto the dildo, to seek out relief through any means possible.

Oh, how far she had fallen so swiftly…

But there was nothing to be done, not as she was broken down into a wanton slut, a lioness who was so horny and so wound up that she didn’t even know her own mind. She yowled and clawed and begged for it in a language that Kate could not understand and yet still did, for she could see it in the lion’s body language. Wanting to be brought to completion, however, even as she slurped luxuriously over the dildo, her long tongue sweeping it, lovingly adoring the length and her taste, did not mean that she was consenting.

She didn’t want it. Her body only thought that she wanted it, forced through the injection into such a state of abject need that she had to have it, that the notion of anything else in the world being possible for her, at that time. She moaned, rubbing her face on the ground, tail swinging back and forth, her body shaking in place as the dildo pounded deep, angled just so that it ground up against a particularly sensitive spot inside her that, frankly, John had not even known existed on a lioness. There was a lot, of course, that she would learn about being a lioness, all in good time.

The scent of her pheromones in the air lingered, sinking into her lungs with every panted, sharp breath, the bullet vibrator pressed, once again, into her clit, nearly making her black out with pleasure. The lioness groaned and shuddered in place, the rise of pleasure dragging her closer and closer to the edge. Yet Kate didn’t allow her to get there, yet again, even though John had no idea at all how many times she had been brought so close to completion and simply not allowed to orgasm, not allowed that bliss that might well have softened the edge of clinging, seething, roiling need deep inside her.

Little did John know how the pheromones curled deep into her, searing into her body, changing her senses, giving everything a hazy, lustful edge. It was a deeper sense of carnal arousal, perhaps more so than any feline would have felt naturally – but John was not a normal feline, not even a normal lion, not by any shape, meaning or form. She would forever feel things as if from a heightened state of mind, grunting, heaving, begging soundlessly for it, with a language of grunts, groans and moans that only she understood the true meaning of, legs threatening to buckle.

She had to have it… Yet it was Kate who would decide if she could have it. The sick woman could edge her forever, if she wanted to do so. John didn’t know, not yet, what it was that Kate would decide to do. The cool sense of helplessness was not enough to wash away the prickling, aching, deeply rooted heat of her arousal all the same.

Mike watched, perhaps a little too attentively, though it was not as if he had anything else to do, not in the body of a lion, the man reeling from his experience. And yet what his to be, so far, was only a sliver of what John was experiencing. All Mike knew was that there was a man, transformed into a lioness’ body, before him who was deserving of punishment. Well, that was what he would have thought, as a man, but that punishment would have been imprisonment or something, something that he was more used to in the justice scheme of the country. That seemed right, didn’t it? Lock up someone who does wrong and that’s the end of it. Though Mike supposed that rapists rarely faced their comeuppance anyway… He couldn’t imagine something like that happening to his child, or even his wife.

Something in his gut twisted. Did that mean that he was at all better placed to deliver that justice, however? No, no… No, it could not mean that, could not possibly be so, letting out a worried growl, shrinking back into himself. Yet Mike couldn’t deny either that the lioness before him, manipulated by Kate, was becoming easily aroused by the toy, those light, teasing touches that deepened into stimulating palpation.

The scent of her hung heavily in the air, wrapping itself around Mike like an unseen hand. The lion did not know it, but his body grew aroused too, reacting to that scent. That part of him was not human, but a feral notion, a feral sense of being. His shaft pushed out further, hardening, coated in little barbs, though Mike didn’t know what they were from. Truthfully, he’d never been all that interested in the work that his brother had been doing, but thought that John might have known a little more about things like that, being that he worked at the sanctuary with Kate, with the big cats.

Hadn’t they broken up though? Mike shook his head, chuffing lowly, a thick mane of darker brown fur surrounding his face. It should have been the proud mane of a male lion, yet it only served to remind him that he was no longer human, not in the way that he had been, though his mind was definitely intact, all the parts of him, the parts that made up Mike, still there, right where he remembered.

It didn’t matter. Maybe Kate had thought that he was a good candidate to serve the transformed lioness her punishment because he was John’s brother, but he didn’t know anything more to the story than that. He took a step back even as her eyes locked onto him, glee exulting in her expression.

“Look, you’re even becoming aroused too, Mike, you can’t hide it,” she all but gloated. “You cannot pretend that there’s not a part of you that wants this too. It’s natural instinct, after all, and we are not all that different from animals, not at the end of all that comes to pass. While your minds are intact, you as lions, you cannot deny the natural urges of your bodies. I would not recommend that you try.”

Mike gulped and shook his head, trying to shrug, trying to hold up his “hands”, though, of course, he had forgotten that he didn’t exactly have hands anymore. Just another problem that he was going to have to contend with. He shuddered in place, fur bristling as he trembled, his tail swinging back and forth in an anxious lash of tawny hair. He wasn’t thinking about what he was doing, only pushing on, breathing harshly and openly through his mouth rather than his nostrils. It shook him to his core how his own breath pulled over his fluttering tongue, playing in the space between his teeth, with every single breath.

It was wrong. It wasn’t human. It was something that he would have to get used to, even though he didn’t want to sink into it, moaning, grunting, trying to twist his head away. Yet he had to push back every time, staring at the lioness before him, how her hips moved, how her tail lifted, how her sex stretched around the toy as if she really did need it.

Maybe such urges were not to be denied after all…

“Go on, Mike…” Kate whispered huskily, as if he was trying to seduce the lion. “Go on. You know you need it too, need her rich pussy. See how fertile she is? If you give in to it, I will let you go back to your life, your family. You won’t have to stay a lion forever. All you have to do is breed her, have a litter with her. Punish her, be part of justice for once in her life. You could have everything be over and get your fun, your pleasure, out of it too.”

Mike moaned, shaking his head. No, oh no, oh no. He couldn’t hold off, couldn’t do it, had to tell Kate that she had the wrong guy, that he couldn’t do what she wanted him to, even if there was no real answer to it, not in any way. Mike wasn’t the one that Kate was looking for, even if she’d thought that he was suited to punishing a criminal, and he grunted, tail lashing anxiously even as his cock ached and throbbed.

Yet the churn of his balls seemed even more potent as a lion, aching desperately, as if their contents were trying to push out, though he didn’t yet have the stimulation that he needed. He needed to thrust, to fill, but he wouldn’t do it, no way, not even with her sweet smell clawing its way into her senses.

“The only way you’ll transform back, Mike, is to fuck her.” Kate said plainly, her tone dropping. “There’s no other option, Mike. Unless you don’t want to see your family again…”

The threat in her tone should have jolted him into action, but Mike shook his head, grunting, trying to sit, though he couldn’t work out how to do so with his shaft throbbing as it was.

Kate, however, knew how to cajole reluctant participants, controlling in more ways than one. Leaving John for the moment, she advanced on the lion who was no threat to her, the dildo in hand, covered in John’s juices, the aroma of the lioness lying thick and heavy upon it. The lioness’ cream dripped from the tip as it tipped down, though she knew well enough that Mike would not be able to resist licking it clean before she’d even presented it to his muzzle.

“There’s a good boy…”

Mike shuddered, tongue flicking out, over the dildo, again and again, stroking down the full length. He curled his tongue around, demonstrating the flexibility, though his pupils dilated a little, losing himself a little more in the feral nature of the moment as he cleaned off the toy without even thinking about it.

“Enjoy it… It’ll all be so much easier for you if you let your body enjoy it. Relax into it… It’s better for the guy this way.”

John panted, mewling for more, though she managed to wrench her head around and back, eyeing up Mike as if he was a new partner, something that she wanted. Her eyes locked onto his cock with a low groan, though she did not truly want him, not in that way, her body merely aching for a release of tension that she could not claim for her own, no matter how fervently she ground her hips down.

Mike moaned, tongue lolling out, though it was quickly swept back into his muzzle, unlike that of a dog. It would not hang out when she panted, as much as she longed for more, her body in conflict with her mind.

But maybe, just maybe…there was no point in resisting. Kate stepped aside, smiling as she allowed it all to happen, the lion moving without the consent of his mind, one heavy paw step following the other, closing the distance between him and John.

John screamed, though she could not cry “no”, not in the language of lions, the sounds closing in her throat, clawing, seething, roiling. Yet her body ached for it as her very own brother got closer and closer, not knowing that it was him in there, that she was not really a lioness, though a part of John thought that Mike would not have been able to stop himself even if he had been in his right mind, if he had not been seduced by her heat, her scent.

Was she in heat? Oh, she didn’t even know anymore, the injection confusing her, mangling her senses, all as the male lion dipped his nose under her tail, fearing nothing from her. As if drawn by a higher power, he growled against her, the rumble of a male making her weak at the knees.

“Mmmmmmnnnnnggggghhhhh…”

It was something of a groan, the only human-like sound that she was capable of making, though there was only so much that John could do in such a position. Lust overtook her, heat claiming her, skin prickling, tail lashing, sweeping back and forth over Mike’s head.

But the need of her body did not take over from the fact that it was her twin brother eating her out, snaking his tongue into her pussy, slurping up inside her as if there was nothing else for him in the world. For a moment, John feared and lusted that her brother was no longer in there, that it was only a male lion eating her out, nuzzling into her backside, pressing against her with feral longing.

If she forgot that it was her brother…did that make it better or worse? She didn’t know, hardly cared, hopelessly aroused, even though the lion pressed against her urgently. She could see him in the mirror, his backside shifting back and forth with the push and sway of his tail, how his mane quivered around her hind end, the thick mane of hair bristling. It was impossible to miss him, a looming, powerful presence, even if the hunting lioness had more functional muscle on her. Yet it would remain the job of one male to overpower her, to claim her, to breed her, to see to it that her punishment was well and truly done, that her pussy was filled with a thick length of lion cock…

She couldn’t help it, losing her sense of self, fading, whimpering, moaning, oh… Oh, she moaned so much. The pleasure ached through her, lancing deep, though it tangled in humiliation, the warmth of lust mingling with embarrassment, rampant fury, though she simply could not feed into that anger. There was too much going on for her to lock into that, though to be angry would have been perfectly logical for her.

Yet her will was broken, not that she could do anything about it. The male lion appeared to be fading too, losing his sense of resolve, moaning weakly as he mounted her, scrambling, trying to get his paws in the right place. But Mike was not a lion even though feral instinct helped him along in some way, horrified arousal driving a spike deep into John’s gut as the male scrabbled for purchase on her smooth, powerful body.

And yet she was too weak to do anything about it, howling, whimpering, moaning, trying to beg Mike to breed her, to take her – and not to do any of that, conflicting needs grinding up against one another. His body though, oh… It was so strong, so muscular, the might of a male that she needed. To fight back would have been out of her realm of possibility, especially with her paws tied, chained down, the male pinning her with his body. Even clumsily, she was easily overpowered, her body overly sensitive, aching with devout need.

His huge form rose in the mirror, a snarl on his lips, his eyes shining with masculine fervour. For some reason, John could not drag her eyes away from them, not even as she watched him in the mirror, dominating her, taking her. His shaft ground into the touch of flesh under her tail, but it took him several thrusts, rounding his hind end to penetrate her, before he sunk home – and then they were both lost.

She howled, screeching and clawing at the ground, though climax took her instantly, as if the weight of him on her back and his shaft jabbing into her was all that she had needed. John tried to scream at him to stop, not to take her, but all that came from her lips was a moan of pleasure. Her body yearned for it, despite everything, too hot, warmth snarling through her like a wild beast, though she was not feral, not like that.

Mike wouldn’t have seen her anyway, not realising that John could see him, know him, not knowing that John was his brother. He was too caught up in it, his body rocketing into motion as he thrust deeper and deeper, grinding in hard and fast, his cock moving like a piston. All that mattered for him was fucking, breeding, mating, a feral beast, snarling and heaving, slamming in deeply, repeatedly, not seeing or knowing anything else.

Mike didn’t need to know anything else, not at all.

The barbs on his penis though, oh… Those were harder to take than expected, yowling, raking her through climax to sharp, blinding reality, though she had the passage to take them. They pulled the most ferociously against the entrance to her sex, tugging at her folds of flesh, the edges of her slit, though everything would still appear tight when he was good and done with her, there was no fear about that. But that wasn’t something that John even knew to think about as she howled and loathed how her body tried to grind back at him with every thrust, every penetrating stroke of his meat that made her guts twist in the best and the worst of ways.

She knew what those barbs were for, even though she had only read about them, back when she’d been a man. She’d never witnessed mating before, not at the sanctuary, but the twist in her gut reminded her that they were to stimulate ovulation. The lioness was already fertile and ready to be bred, yet it was the male that dictated her ovulation, that thrust her to it, the barbs digging in, pulling and catching, though they were not designed to rip through flesh, as sharp as they felt on her soft insides.

Her body was designed for them, yet she didn’t want it, heaving, panting, her flanks shuddering with every breath she raked into her lungs. Pleasure swamped her, mingled with the strain and the pain of the barbs, though the dildo had done a good job of acclimatising her to the feel of something inside her apart from his dick.

But she could fall pregnant with his seed, truly, absolutely, even though she had not been able to wrap her head around it beforehand. Her eyes shot up, only to catch Kate with the video camera in hand again, recording everything, smirking as she took everything in, showing that it would all be on film for the rest of time – digital film, that was, which was even worse than the older types of films. Those could be destroyed, but digital was there forever, always held in some form.

Like the knowledge of being bred, of falling pregnant, of birthing a litter of kittens. Lion cubs. Her guts churned and she yowled, straining and pulling, trying to arch away, though she was locked there in the moment, forced to take it. The chain was already strained taut, the collar tight on her neck, digging in.

“Fuck her harder, Mike,” Kate hissed through her teeth, her eyes sharp with lust that she would not hold back, for she had no reason to, not from her position of control. “Fuck a litter into Arnold. Fuck her like she needs it.”

She stepped closer, zooming in obviously to get a close-up shot of the moment that it happened, Mike hammering in harder and faster, though he could not last forever. John didn’t know how long everything took with the weight of the male on top of her, body brimming close to the edge of yet another climax. Yet it was not for her pleasure, only her abuse and humiliation, that she took his strokes. It was all dictated by Kate, all her, all Kate as she recorded everything, as everything was logged for the rest of time.

Mike grunted, thrusting and thrusting, though he was not in control of himself, not at all. He could not even hate himself as he thrust and slammed into her, filling her pussy, pleasure rushing upon him like a storm across the Serengeti. The fury of it all snarled around him and he let out a long, low groan as he ejaculated, as if he was a man again, as if he was thinking of something else, a life that had been left behind. For he was not a man and was a lion as he climax, seeding her with hot, sharp, furtive spurts of cum, his virile load seeping up deep inside the fertile lioness, right where it belonged.

And there was no going back from something like that, not as Kate murmured that he had done well, that she had it all on camera, that the donor would be pleased, so pleased. Mike was not present in his own mind, losing himself, grunting, tongue pushing around his mouth, though his jaws hung open.

And all through it was John. John forced to bear it, the weight of him. Her heart surged as if something untold to her was trying to escape her ribcage, yet it only furthered her sense of entrapment, that she was caught in a fate that could never be escaped. Her wails of humiliation and pleasure echoed around the room, clawing for orgasm that was not hers to take.

No one cared if Mike fucked her to completion or not. No one cared if she climaxed. No one cared if she hated it. No one even cared if she loved it.

She was only here to bear a litter, to do what was wanted of her, no more than that, never any more than that.

Mike pulled back from her, his cock sliding out, his head hanging in shame. He had done what she wanted. Was that the end of it? What would his family think of him if they ever found out what it was that he had done?

“Well done, John, you’re going to have a litter,” Kate said with a smirk, setting the camera aside. “That’s round one. Maybe. If you have taken and conception has taken place. I expect you two, both of you lions, to mate several times over the next few days. Pregnancy, after all, must be assured. Perhaps my congratulations were premature…”

She smiled, no warmth in it. John should have been used to it by then.

She looked to her brother, sitting behind her, refusing to look at the lioness that he had just bred. No… No, Kate could not be serious. She couldn’t seriously be so fucked up that she would force her to fuck her twin brother multiple times over? Really? Truth be told, John didn’t know what Kate was capable of and was only just starting to see the extent of her cruel control.

Mike blinked, his tail lashing back and forth. Although he flinched back at Kate’s words, his expression did not fall. His heart pounded with the memory of sex, his cock retreating as if it needed to protect itself, for if he had been a lion in the wild, he would not have been able to take the luxury of merely lying there with his shaft out in the open. There were no natural predators of lions (were there?) so they didn’t have to worry about predation while they were vulnerable, but there were other contenders to worry about, biting insects and the threat of infection. Instinct knew that: the conscious mind did not. That was why it was a good thing that the body was as apt as it was at such things. Mike didn’t have to think.

Maybe that was why he could linger in the notion of how good it felt to have his cock buried in a transformed lioness’ hot pussy, her sex closing around him, how wonderful of an experience it had been to rake his barbs back through her. As they had dragged, there had been an additional level of sensation, all making it so the draw back was as good as the thrust, which he had never considered before. Having the body of a lion, despite everything and being obviously against it, yes, very much so, opened up a world of possibilities that he may never have considered prior.

He still did not want it, of course, but as he met the eyes of the lioness craning her head to look at him, tucking her rump down as if to hide the creamy cum dribbling from her slit, he could have felt worse about it. Mike grumbled, tucking his tail around himself as he looked uncomfortably off to the side. At least Kate could not hear him say anything about the pleasure, even if she had a smirk tugging at her lips that could have meant anything.

If he got to see his family again, to be with them again, Mike would go through anything, do anything, to make sure that they were well and safe. That was what he had to truly focus on.

“And you, Mike, that was an excellent performance,” she said, gesturing with her hand. “But one critique. You pump quietly, like a wild lion. Next time, take it slow, nice and slow…”

Mike shuddered, but nodded all the same. Was it even that he had any choice in the matter?

He didn’t think so.