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Your first thought was that a creature like that shouldn't be in a place like this.

There are places where the lucky, the rich – and in short, those who win – belong. A bar on the corner of a dark, empty alley with a sign so old and dirty it can barely be read isn't one of them. It is a place for people that can't afford any better, or are too tired to afford any better or don't see the point in affording any better. It is a place for the bitter, the alcoholic – those who lose, you say to yourself.

But the lion was massive and had a confident grin on his face, the kind of grin you'd never seen around this place. The black suit he was wearing attracted a few glances and not without reason. It was tight in some places and allowed for quick, justified fantasies of the broad shoulders, muscled chest and slightly round belly that must be hidden underneath. His brown, carefully combed mane framed his beige-furred face, making a nice contrast with the black fabric.

He smelled nice. Even though the lion was sitting about two meters away from you, there was no one between and you could sense the pleasant scent coming from him. Of course, those who weren't human like you and had a keener sense of smell must have been smelling that, too.

The lion turned to you. It was bound to happen, you thought. Now's when he boasts about how good his life is and I have to sit here and listen. You had a feeling those green eyes could keep you in place forever, though.

“This is a nice place," the lion said. Of course it wasn't. “Wonder why I haven't been here before."

You kept your theories for yourself.

The bartender handed him a glass full of whiskey – or at least you thought it must have been whiskey. If he was cool enough to have the bartender give him a drink without asking, then he was cool enough to drink whiskey. Of course, that must have meant that the lion had been in that place before, but for some reason you still found that idea unlikely.

The lion even gulped the brownish liquid down and let out a long sigh afterwards.

“You look troubled," he noted, still glancing at you. He gestured at the bartender so that he would refill his glass. “Everything going alright in your life?"

That was a very direct question, you thought. In any other circumstances you might have told the lion to fuck off, but he was a big, strong feline and you were only a small, weak and slightly drunk human. His presence was intimidating, to say the least. He looked as if he held the whole world in his paw. You thought that might actually be the case.

He was still waiting an answer. You could have told him about how life felt pointless. You could have told him that every single day felt the same, and that you were simply tired of existing at this point.

But in the end, you just shrugged.

“Aaaah let me guess," the lion said, getting his second glass of whiskey and moving it in a circular motion. “You're the kind that doesn't want to talk about it."

“Not really," you admitted, in a thin voice.

“And your glass is almost empty, I see. Let me order something for you."

Before you could refuse, the bartender had already placed another glass of the same alcohol the lion was drinking in front of you. You looked at it in disbelief for a second and the big animal took that chance to move his stool nearer. Now the scent got slightly more noticeable, but you tried not to think about it and instead decided it would be better to drink in order to show your appreciation.

It was strong stuff and it burned a bit as it went down your throat. You coughed. If you still remembered correctly, it was indeed whiskey.

“Heh. Sorry. I'm used to it, but I guess not everyone is. It's good for you, though," the lion said. His deep, rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine now that he was closer. “The name's Leonard, by the way."

You coughed again and introduced yourself. You still weren't sure why you'd agreed to talk with this guy, but so far he didn't seem like a threat.

“Drink more. See? It isn't that bad." You had to disagree, but the lion didn't allow you to. Instead, his firm, huge paw fell on your back and you felt its sudden weight push you down into the stool. “Bet you'll be feeling better soon."

“Thank you," you managed to say, after a long while in silence. Your head was spinning a bit, but at this point you weren't sure if it was because of the whiskey or that intrusive scent. The lion's imposing frame towering by your side wasn't helping, either.

“Hehe. You're welcome."

He leaned a bit closer then. At that point, you thought it would be plain silly to ask the lion to leave you alone. It was too late anyway.

“Listen, mate," he whispered. His voice sounded even more attractive when he spoke like that. “I can tell you're unhappy. I can tell you don't like where your life currently stands. And I'll be honest – I can't bear to see you like this."

“But… but we just met," you argued, still a bit dizzy.

“Hush. Let me speak first and then I'll have your answer, okay?" You nodded. There was something about him that made it easier to do as you were told. “I have a solution. I can help you get out of this joyless life of yours. But it comes with a price, if you're willing to take it."

“What are you talking about…?" you asked, only to be hushed again.

“I can make your life better. I can give you purpose. I can make it so that every day… and every month counts." He grinned, as if he was thinking of a joke only he understood. “But first, I need you to agree. I'm not the kind of hunter that does this without proper agreement first, see?"

“Hu… hunter…?" you muttered, perplexed.

“All you need to know is that you won't be the same person when I'm done with you. In order to change your life, I need to change you. That's the price I was talking about earlier. If you're willing to lose yourself to change your life, then I'm willing to make it better. That's the deal."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. That whole proposal, coming from someone you'd just met in a bar, was ridiculous.

“Oh. You're a skeptic, I see." He chuckled. For some reason, at that point you knew something about your reaction had triggered him to be much more direct. “You think I'm not being serious. Well, let me show you how serious I am."

His strong paw suddenly grabbed your chin and forced your head to turn. You were about to complain, but then your eyes met his green gaze and…

Tension melted away. It felt like you were floating. The stool and the glass and the rest of the bar disappeared as you sunk deeply into the beautiful green. You felt so calm and warm that you even let out a soft sigh.

“It feels very good, doesn't it?" Leonard's voice came. Deep. Authoritative. Pleasant.

You nodded, feeling ecstatic.

The next thing you knew is you were still looking at him, but he had let go of your chin and was drinking from his glass again. You must have been staring blankly for a few seconds, even when his eyes had stopped staring back. You gulped and turned to your glass, embarrassed.

“That's just a little sample of all the happiness I can make you experience," the lion said. It didn't sound like he was boasting. He was simply stating a fact. “My conditions remain the same. I'm still waiting for an answer."

Your head was feeling all kinds of dizzy and confused at this point. Was the lion trying to flirt with you? It felt like that somehow yet, at the same time, you knew there was more. Much more. He'd mentioned he was a hunter. What did that mean, exactly…?

But there a much more pressing thought in your mind. He was speaking like someone who could really make those words come true. Change your life… It sounded really tempting. You were tired of its current direction, anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the overwhelming sex appeal of the huge, green-eyed lion, but you didn't feel like you could refuse that proposal and get on with your life. You'd constantly look back and think why you hadn't taken that chance when you'd been presented with it in such a straightforward way.

And what was there to lose? You could always leave if you didn't like that “deal", as he'd called it.

You nodded. Of course you nodded. The lion gave you a toothy grin.

“Gooood. Good. I knew you'd be willing to accept once I'd shown you what I meant. Of course, there's much more to come. But… I guess there's no point in talking about it now, don't you think?"

You muttered a soft 'yeah' and his huge paw closed around your hand. It felt warm and strong and like it wouldn't let go easily.

“Come," was all he said.

He dragged you all the way outside, pulling from your hand towards the door. You followed him, spellbound. Once the bar door closed behind you, you realized there was a car waiting in the street. A chauffeur glanced at you briefly before unlocking the doors and Leonard practically pulled you inside. The seats were cushioned and a nice smell of lavender filled the whole vehicle. It was definitely more comfortable than your own car.

“Take us home," Leonard told the driver.

And with those words, the car left the bar and began moving towards an unknown destination.

It was difficult not to feel slightly nervous next to the imposing tiger that had just promised to change you, but every time your inner voice got too loud and you began to regret your decision, you could easily remember those two green eyes and almost hear that powerful voice sinking deep into your mind. There was no reason not to trust the lion, after all. He'd promised to make you feel good and so far he had exceeded your expectations.

Besides, if that car was proof of all the things he could offer, there was certainly nothing from your old life that could compare. You knew that much. And you could still leave, given the case that you needed to. There was nothing to worry about.

The car left the city after a while and then it drove for half an hour, until it arrived at a fairly big villa in the middle of nowhere. Neither of you spoke during the small trip – but you didn't really feel like speaking. It was as if the lion's presence made it easier to remain silent and compliant. You knew that a mere gesture of his claw would make you speak again and say the words he wanted you to say.

A silly idea came to your mind. Were you hypnotized? That made no sense. You were feeling completely normal, only a bit drunk and maybe aroused by that big beast by your side. You'd always had a weak spot for big felines, anyway.

You were so lost in those thoughts that you didn't realize the car had arrived at its destination. You both got out the vehicle and the chauffeur quickly made it disappear from sight. Then, Leonard grabbed your wrist again and pulled you like a child towards his impressive home. The outside was already marvelous enough that you could barely believe the lion wasn't famous or immensely rich, but the inside made your jaw drop. It was so spacious, clean and welcoming that you almost felt as if you'd wanted to live there forever, only you'd never realized until now.

You didn't have enough time to see all of it, though, since the lion quickly and firmly dragged you to his bedroom, like you had somehow expected. You could only guess what his intentions were and you felt your cheeks burn red when he closed the door behind his muscled back. The blinds were down and there wasn't much light in there, but you could still see that big, intimidating silhouette in the shadows.

“Undress," he said. It didn't look like he wanted to waste any time.

Your eyes still hadn't gotten used to the half-light, but it was obvious that Leonard's had. He moved closer and helped you undress when your hands were too slow. It didn't even cross your mind that undressing in front of a total stranger you'd met in a bar less than an hour ago was a weird thing to do. At that point, that was the last thing you were questioning.

However, you soon realized that you weren't in a bedroom, as you'd incorrectly guessed. There was a big mirror in front of you, but no bed to be seen anywhere.

“Veeeeery good," the lion purred. One of his huge paws moved to your stomach, then moved upwards until it reached your chest. The soft touch made you shiver and gasp for air. “You have exactly the body type I've been looking for. You'll be a beautiful queen when I'm done with you… my little, helpless prey."

That struck you as odd.

“… queen?" you asked, meekly. The 'prey' part wasn't completely usual either, but you could imagine it being some kind of sexual rite among lions. The 'queen' thing, however, made no sense to you. You were a man, after all.

Leonard didn't answer your question, though. His paw climbed up your neck and he placed one of those thick fingers in your lips, preventing you from saying another word.

“A wonderful creature," he continued, “that I intend to make all mine. The most interesting prey I've caught in years, wouldn't you say? Yeah… Squirming in my paws, like a tiny, little mouse. Only much more precious. Only much more… succulent."

That last word made you shiver again. You didn't really know what was going on, but it didn't really matter. Leonard had said he'd change you. And you had agreed. You were already counting on that, so whatever he did was justified. Right?

But he'd said “queen", and you were not a… a…

Your train of thought derailed when those green eyes stared into yours all of a sudden. Were they glowing? It only made sense, since you were still in the dark and there was no way you'd see them other way. Your brain seemed to get all soft and warm as you stared deeper, the pulsating light washing every single thought and worry away. The room faded and at some point you felt gravity claiming your body after a word was pronounced. A strong arm kept you from falling to the ground, and then you were moved somewhere else. You could have worried, but it felt so good that the effort felt pointless.

When your consciousness returned to you, your eyes had already gotten used to the shadows. You tried to move, but you realized that your wrists and ankles were tied to some kind of plank that kept you in place. You were in front of the big mirror and couldn't see the rest of the room from that position, except for the part that was reflected on the mirror.

Leonard was standing by your side. There was something he was holding, and it took you a while to realize it was a bowl full of some kind of fruit. Strawberries, maybe?

“Have to keep my soon-to-be-queen prey fed, don't you think?" the lion said, with that disarming grin. “Now, be a good girl and open that mouth wide."

Again, you wanted to protest. You weren't a girl and he wasn't supposed to talk to you like that. However, as soon as you opened your mouth the lion managed to slip one of those fruits into it expertly. Your first impulse was to choke and spit the strawberry away, but then you noticed that it tasted incredibly sweet. The shape and texture of it proved that those were strawberries indeed.

“Ah, I see you like them," Leonard noted, raising an eyebrow. You nodded slowly, still munching. “Of course you do. I prepared these specially for you."

You wondered what that meant and was about to ask, but then the lion put another strawberry in your mouth. At that point, you realized it wasn't just strawberries. They were covered in some kind of liquid, like chocolate coated fruit, although you couldn't really identify it at first.

“Hmmmph…" was all you managed to say, with your mouth full. At this point, you had even completely forgotten that you were tied to a plank, or maybe you had simply gotten used to it.

The sweet taste was really getting to you. Was it sugar? You didn't think it was sugar. Honey? No, it wasn't that intense, but way more pleasant. It had the consistency of syrup, though, or at least you thought so. Leonard seemed to notice your struggle to understand what the secret ingredient was and he chuckled.

“No wonder you're so confused. Don't worry. I can guarantee it's something you've never tasted before. And I'll let you know what it is… soon enough."

With those words the lion handed you another strawberry, and then another, and another. At this point he didn't need to force you to eat – you were doing it with pleasure. It was pointless to try and guess what the liquid was. It definitely didn't resemble anything you'd eaten or drunk before. And since your head was already feeling so dizzy, it seemed like you should worry about other stuff and think other thoughts, even though you couldn't really think about the thoughts you should think anymore.

“Aaaaand the last one," the lion said, offering a particularly large strawberry.

You hummed with satisfaction when it touched your lips and closed your eyes, reveling in the sweet, pleasant taste. Leonard's finger remained there, caressing your lower lip for a second, and then it forced its way gently through your half-open mouth. You sucked on it with as much enthusiasm as you'd eaten the strawberries. It took you a short while to realize his finger was also coated in that syrupy liquid that tasted so incredibly good. Your brain and lower body were feeling all kinds of tingly, but you were too focused on pleasing the lion to pay any attention to that.

Your eyes opened a few seconds later when he pulled his finger away from your lips. Leonard's other paw was right in front of your face and it was holding something proudly. At first, you didn't really understand what it was. It looked like an empty flask of some kind, and despite the fact that it looked familiar, it took you a while to recall where you'd seen one of those before.

The ads. They were constantly advertising that stuff on TV. Potions to change all the stuff you disliked about yourself. Potions to transform into an animal, to grow fur, to become taller, or stronger, or even more attractive. There was a company that made those and their name was on the tip of your tongue, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember it. A shiver went down your spine. What if that potion had made you sillier? What if…

… but Leonard's words came again, interrupting those thoughts.

“I made a very special cocktail for you, you know? Poured half a potion in, half another. Then a few special blends of my own… I'm glad to know you enjoyed the taste. It wasn't my intention, but it's definitely a pleasant side effect."

Wait, more than one potion?, you thought, a bit nervous. What exactly is he planning to do with me?

The lion licked one of his fangs, looking at you. Those green eyes were making you dizzy, or maybe the potion was. The tingling sensation all over your body was getting more noticeable and now that you knew where it came from, you could only wonder what effects it was going to have on you.

The first thing you noticed was the fur growing. That explained the tickle, of course. Fortunately, you could see yourself in the mirror as the short coat of soft fur began to cover your whole body. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, like an itch you couldn't scratch, but once you gave into the feeling it felt unexplainably good. You squirmed a bit when it reached a few sensitive areas, but other than that it felt as if someone was wrapping a warm blanket around your body. The fur was the same color as Leonard's, and for some reason that made you feel good. You looked up, expecting to see a mane as nice and imposing as his to grow around your head, but that didn't happen.

Then the fur got to your groin and you gasped a bit, squirming again. Your eyes moved down and you noticed your hips were getting slightly bigger, your whole frame changing and becoming… curvy. Almost feminine. You groaned with irritation when you finally understood why you weren't getting a mane, but Leonard simply smirked.

“Manes are for lion males only, silly thing," the lion explained slowly. “A human like you can only aspire to be a lioness. Which is exactly what I need, anyway."

It wasn't a completely unpleasant idea, but it felt humiliating. Then again, being humiliated didn't feel so wrong. Was that another effect of the potions you had been made to drink? You weren't sure. You couldn't really tell at that point.

You simply watched as your body adjusted to its new form, becoming more and more feminine. Growing a tail was a weird feeling, but when it hanged limply between your legs you felt kind of satisfied. You'd never had a tail before and now that you had one, you weren't sure how to use it. But of course, Master… that was, Leonard, would take care of everything. He could teach you.

He was there to change you, after all.

And when an additional pair of nipples grew beneath the soft fluff on your chest, you barely paid attention to it. You felt strangely calm now, as if there was nothing to worry about. Leonard had promised to make you feel better, to change you into a better version of yourself. It was his responsibility and his right, not yours. You could allow yourself to relax and see it happen in front of your eyes.

Then again, there was still an annoying remnant of resistance in your mind, screaming that you had just met the lion that evening. It was silly, though. Why would that matter? An hour, a day, a month. No matter for how long you'd known Leonard, the results would have been the same. You'd been wanting to get rid of your life for a very long time, and now you wanted to get rid of that stupid little squeaky voice as soon as possible. Worrying wasn't part of the spoken contract you had signed with Leonard.

As if the lion knew what you were thinking, he stroked your chest with one huge paw and then searched for something in one of his pockets. He showed you a pair of bright green headphones that he easily placed on your new, furry ears. When they were put into place, the sounds that came from the world felt muffled and distant. You could still hear Leonard's words coming, though, loud and clear. He was looking into your eyes again and you felt momentarily lost.

“We still have to do something about the… maleness between your legs. And by that I mean – my special potion and the binaurals will do most of the work. Now, you don't need to worry," the lion said, when he noticed a shadow of panic going through your eyes, “we're not going to do anything any of us is going to regret in the future. But… Well. I don't want to spoil the surprise. Guess you'll find out in time."

You were about to ask again, but then the headphones began playing music right into your ears. You thought it was music at first, but it wasn't like any music you'd ever heard before. There was a rhythmic beat going on and on, and some synth sounds that were half-electronic, half-ethereal. What is this?, you asked yourself, but that was the last thought your mind could articulate before Leonard's eyes began to shine again and you… drifted. That emerald, hypnotic shine remained in front of you for a while until it faded away, too, but at that point you were too far gone to even care.

The music was everywhere. It was impossible to fight it. It was pushing you down, down, down, down with every single beat and you could feel your brain becoming malleable with every rhythmic repetition. You weren't sure where you were anymore. You could see someone in the mirror. A lioness. She looked like a puppet whose strings had just been cut and she was drooling, her eyes blank and devoid of all intelligence. There were words being whispered, but you didn't really understand them. Your mind absorbed them like a sponge, but it didn't need you to be aware of the process. You simply stood there, staring at the mindless lioness. You felt weird. And aroused.

So, so, so aroused.

You weren't sure when you'd begun feeling that way, but now it was like a tidal wave. You weren't able to stop it and once it reached the shore, it'd probably wash you away. There'll be nothing you could do, for you couldn't escape and it was coming to you faster and faster. And the tidal wave was so close now that you could simply watch in awe as it towered over you, roaring like the sounds that came from your headphones. And then it hit the shore and it swallowed you whole and …

You came.

It was one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had and it felt like you'd been edging for hours. When you opened your eyes after moaning for a long while, you asked yourself if that had indeed been the case. For how long had you been moaning, trapped on the edge of climax? You looked around to find Leonard, but the lion was nowhere to be found. You could only see yourself and your reflection in the mirror, tied to the plank, your belly covered with your sticky, hot seed.

You frowned. For some reason, you would have sworn your maleness, as Leonard had called it before, was now slightly smaller. But it was dark and your mind was probably too tired to ask those questions. When Leonard came back you'd ask, but until then, you'd keep listening to the track.

Which began playing again just then.

This time you didn't have enough time to react before the intrusive synthetic sounds took away all your thoughts, leaving you drooling and mindless in front of the mirror. There was a tiny impulse left that whispered you should resist, but it got carried away easily by the track being played right into your furry ears. You tried to think, but it didn't work. Instead, you looked at the lioness in the mirror. She was beautiful, you thought. You really liked her and she seemed to be enjoying so much that.

Tidal wave again. You moaned louder and louder and then you came. You barely had time to check if there had been any significant changes in your body or anything had gotten smaller before the track played again.

The lioness. You could only think about her.

She was standing in front of the mirror, naked and wet. Her maw was hanging open as if she had lost all strength to keep it closed. Her tail, too, hung limply with the rest of her body. She could tell that she was being programmed into something, but what exactly she couldn't know.

She came.

She came again.

The track started from the beginning one more time and then she was lost. Gone. And she came and she listened for what felt like an eternity, only letting those sounds and whispered words take control. And she came. Time seemed to stop and she was simply standing there, her vacant gaze looking back at her reflection in the mirror, unable to understand what was going on anymore. And she came. The words seemed louder than ever now, although there was no meaning. Every single impulse had been erased from her body and mind. She could only cum on command. She could only listen.

There was nothing before that moment. Even if she tried to remember, there was nothing she could find in her mind. It felt like she'd been there forever.

When the door opened and Master came in, she barely reacted. Maybe the tips of her ears perked up a bit, or the slow movements of her tail got slightly more enthusiastic, but she couldn't tell. She was in the middle of another loop, and she wasn't aware that Master had walked into the room until he stopped the track and removed the headphones from her head. Then, she remained wonderfully confused and tied to that plank, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she tried to get used to the silence again. Her eyelids felt heavy and her mind was exhausted. The silence, however, felt a bit healing.

It didn't last for too long, though. Master spoke and when his words came they felt more powerful than ever.

“Good girl. I see we've gotten rid of the maleness problem, or at least diminished it considerably."

She didn't really know what Master meant. After all, whatever that was between her legs had always been that small. But there was a tone of satisfaction in Master's voice and that made her happy.

“Your king is so happy that you're turning into such a beautiful queen." He caressed her cheek gently and then grabbed her chin. The lion's grip was strong and dominant and it made her feel more submissive and aroused than ever. “But you still need to be reminded of your purpose as my lioness. And I trust that you'll find it… enjoyable. To please your king is your only wish, right?"

The lioness nodded effusively. She could only guess what Master meant, but at that point she wasn't objecting. She would have done anything for him. She wanted to make him proud and happy. She wanted to be the perfect lioness for her king, like the one in the reflection. She wanted to…

A moan escaped from her lips when she felt a cold, wet sensation in her rear. Master's firm fingers were applying something right under her tail and she could feel those thick fingers caressing her sensitive skin, teasing her and making her squirm again. Master grinned and then he pressed a bit harder, his finger sliding easily into the lioness' hole with ease. At first, she thought she was being lubed, but then she realized the feeling was slightly different. The cold touch was getting warmer, and there was another tingling feeling there where her Master had applied that liquid.

Was it going to change something again? The finger slid deeper and the lioness gasped.

“Wondering what this is with that brainless head of yours?" Master asked, still grinning. “The only thing you need to know is that it will allow you to fulfill your role. The role any queen must play for her king. And what beautiful, strong cubs you'll bear for me…"

C-cubs…?, the lioness thought, feeling in her mind the shadow of a memory of nervousness.

But the finger slid deeper and then there was a flash of green from those eyes and she was lost again in that ocean of blissful obedience. Her king. She had to be the best lioness. Perfect. Brainless. Like the reflection in the mirror. It almost seemed as if she had heard those words somewhere before, but she couldn't remember. She couldn't realize she was muttering them softly, either.

“Such an obedient spouse. Now, let me smell your scent."

And just like that, Master's head got much closer to hers, and she could feel his warm breath all over her fur as he inhaled and exhaled, getting used to her new scent. She could also smell him. Her Master's mane was so close to her muzzle that it was tickling the tip of her nose, and the powerful, manly scent of the lion was intoxicating. Thoughts of becoming the perfect spouse filled her head and she felt… she felt like there was nothing she'd ever wanted more in her life. Her arousal, too, was getting more and more intense.

There was a weird sensation building where Master had spread that mysterious ink. At first she couldn't really understand what it was, but the heat was getting more noticeable and it was difficult not to pant in response. Her whole body wanted to be touched and stroked and possessed. She could only imagine that being in heat must have felt exactly like that, and she wondered if that was what her Master's ointment was doing to her. But she didn't have much time to think about it.

Master seemed to be getting hotter too. There was a noticeable bulge threatening the integrity of his perfectly ironed pressed trousers and he was breathing a bit more heavily now. The warm air was hitting the lioness hair like a constant, rhythmic pulse and Master's paws were getting more and more curious by the moment, exploring her hips and her groin with unrestrained thirst. At some point, thick pointy fangs caressed the lioness' shoulder and she shivered. For a few, wild minutes, everything felt like a whirlwind of fur and scent and warmth until Master stepped back and looked back at his lioness. She remained tied to that plank, panting.

“Good…" Master growled. He was also trying to regain his breath. Apparently he was really enjoying what he saw, and that made the lioness feel slightly proud. “Good. I… I need to have you. I need to mark you. Now… Right now."

The last words rolled in his throat like some kind of beast-like snarl. It made the lioness' lower spine tingle with anticipation and the heat in her lower back intensify all of a sudden.

Master untied her wrists a bit hastily, but without losing his composure. After being tied to the plank for so long, the lioness' body was all weak and slack. She felt his knees bend and she would have fallen to the ground hadn't Master caught her just in time. Falling limply on his strong arms felt a bit like being a rag doll held by someone much, much stronger. She completely gave in and didn't even fight when the lion pushed her to her knees, gently but firmly.

Then a big paw cupped her chin and forced her to look up. She met those green eyes and her mouth hung open again, the rest of the world fading away as she sank deeper. If Master hadn't kept her in place, she would have simply dropped to the ground and lain flat, but his huge palm didn't allow her to and her emerald gaze kept her frozen like a statue. As her mind went somewhere very, very far, she was vaguely aware that the lion was removing his pressed trousers. She didn't even notice that his underwear was following quickly and even when it fell to the ground by her side, she didn't make a single movement.

Then her face was pressed against his massive erection and she shivered, but she knew what to do and she wanted to do it. Her muzzle, already slack and open because of the constant influence of Master's hypnotic stare, quickly found the right position as the throbbing length was pushed into her mouth. The huge, warm paw moved from her chin to the back of her head and pushed her hard against Master's groin. She moaned, feeling it fill her mouth. She would have probably gagged under any other circumstances, but somehow that reflex seemed to have been removed. Maybe the potions, she thought, but then her gaze met those green eyes again and she fell deep in that blissful ocean of obedience and submission, forgetting that she'd ever had that thought.

When a sliver of her conscience came back to her, she could feel her head being pushed back and forth wildly. Master's other paw was also holding her head in place and he was thrusting rhythmically with his hips. She had no way of knowing for how long she'd zoned out, but Master's shaft was throbbing and leaking pre. The demanding heat in her lower back was still there, and even though the situation was enough to drive the lioness crazy with lust, it still didn't feel completely satisfied.

“M-mine…" Master was saying. “Gggrrr… F-fuck… My… queen…"

His thrusts became more and more erratic as he got closer to climax. The lioness could feel it in the grip of his paws, as the sharp claws dived through her fur and sank in her skin. She could feel it in his constant growling and the heat of his body, intensifying more with each passing second. She could taste the copious amount of pre his Master was leaking, and she felt her head ache as it was fucked by the powerful lion over and over, harder every time, like a battering ram hitting a beat-up door that was about to break.

Then the climax came and Master's cock unleashed its sticky load in the lioness' muzzle. The grip on her head became stronger and more violent and the lion pushed his whole length down her throat. Even with her gag reflex removed, she felt close to choking, but her body trembled with pleasure instead. She wasn't commanded to, but she still swallowed everything and licked the lion's hard, hot member as she smelled his manly, intoxicating musk. After a long while, Master allowed her to pull away from her groin, removing his still erect cock from her mouth and petting her ears with a mixture of pride and possessiveness. She stood like that, enjoying the touch of Master's paws on her head, until he spoke again.

“Good… That marks you as mine, my beautiful queen. And you shall be mine for a long time, if things go like I planned. Now… I trust completely in the magic ink I applied on your rear, but we should test its effects. One can't get offspring soon enough, right?"

The lioness looked up, a bit confused. After being face-fucked like that, her body felt a bit like it had been used, which wasn't a feeling she disliked at all. Her mind, too, felt like it had been beaten up beyond repair. She could just stare at the lion that towered in front of her with a dreamy, longing expression.

He chuckled.

“Of course you agree. Not like you could do anything else, anyway. Now, my queen, stand up and I shall take you to our chamber, where I'll make you… truly mine."

Something about the way he pronounced those last words made her feel a wave of pleasant, warm feelings, like butterflies in her stomach. But even before she could begin to understand why, her legs forced her to stand up as her body followed the command automatically. Now treating her like a real lady and behaving like a gentleman, Master took her wrist with tender gentleness and guided her outside the room. Walking seemed to awake some thoughts inside her head, as if the familiar movement was reactivating some of her neurons, and then…

… you were following Master down the corridor. It was as clean and spacious as the rest of the house. How he kept that place tidy, you couldn't imagine. There was no sight of servants of any kind, other than the chauffeur that had driven you there. Not that your mind was currently thinking about that, though. Not that it was thinking about anything specifically.

Walking behind Master felt a bit like swimming through cotton. Your body was soft and warm and although every inch of your being, mind included, felt like you'd just been used by a pack of wolves, it was all weirdly… pleasant. Thoughts came and went, but they weren't important anymore. A single doubt about for how long Master would keep you by his side came to your mind and then it disappeared. You hoped it was for long, and then you forgot you'd been hoping that. You wondered how it would be to give birth to a whole litter of lions and how exactly did that “magic ink" work.

For a second. Just for a second. Then it was gone, like everything else.

Only one thing remained and it was the unending obedience and submission. At that point, there was no way to know if that was because of the potions or the hypnosis. Maybe both. Maybe none. Maybe things were like that because that's how they were supposed to be. The persistent heat was still there, but by then you were already getting used to it, like white noise. It was like a personal craving you were waiting to satisfy, but not yet. Only when Master wanted to, which you hoped would be soon.

Your new footpaws felt wonderful as they walked on the parquet. You were completely naked and you felt no need to wear clothes. Not now, not ever again. Being naked felt natural. Especially when he was by your side.

You were taken to a new room, full of light from the outside world. Apparently, more time had passed that you had been aware of and now the sun was shining bright in the sky. You had kind of been expecting that, though. As you thought about it, you remembered the vague amount of time you'd been listening to that track full of hidden commands and noises that made your brain melt. You could feel it melting slightly again as you remembered it.

Then, Master took you to the foot of a king-sized, canopied bed that looked like it had been born from one of your wildest fantasies.

“Freeze," he commanded. His voice had an unyielding, possessive tone again.

Your body tensed, staying in that position as if an invisible force was keeping it in place. It felt like you'd been turned into an actual statue. Even your mind seemed to freeze and although you were able to see what was going on in front of you, your brain could barely process a thought.

Now Master was smelling your neck again. He stroke your abdomen sensually, his big paw moving downwards slowly until it reached your now diminished genitalia and teased… only for a split second before going lower and reaching your recently acquired tailhole. He walked around you, tail swishing in the air as his strong, now naked body surrounded you. His fangs caressed your shoulder slowly, leaving a trail on your soft fur, and then went up to your ear as they bit it gently. You could feel his warm breath in your ear and under any other circumstances you would have probably shivered.

But your mind was far too gone and your body was too frozen for that.

He examined you for a while and you remained motionless. Then he pushed you until you fell to the bed like a log, and he climbed on top of you. His green eyes pierced you for a second and your mind seemed to slip even further away. He placed one of those huge paws on your chest, stroking your two pairs of nipples before pinning you down a bit more aggressively. Then he lied on top of you and you felt his hot breath in your ear again. He whispered a single word.

“Melt."

Your body returned to normal and suddenly you could feel all the pleasure you'd been keeping inside during the time you'd spent frozen. Your toes curled, your eyes rolled back and your cheeks turned red. The blissful feeling climbed up from your feet and went through your whole body, and when it reached your mouth you felt the absolute need to moan. However, a heavy paw fell on your mouth, preventing you from making a single sound, and you simply squirmed in place, feeling closer to climax as you'd ever felt without actually reaching an orgasm.

The heat, however, was still not satisfied. You were beginning to think it wouldn't until it served its real purpose.

Master then bit your shoulder hard, and soon his huge body was everywhere, muscled arms closing around your curvy frame with lust. His member, that had gotten slightly softer after a while, was soon throbbing and pressing between your legs with a renewed enthusiasm. You knew that it wouldn't be satisfied with a blowjob this time, and you were reminded again of the role you were supposed to fulfill. His eyes were glowing again and you fell down to the deepest corner in your mind, where a lioness was completely mindless as her Master made her his.

She squirmed a bit harder when the strong lion lifted her legs and pointed his hardening erection at her sensitive tailhole. This time there wasn't room for delicacy. Master knew what he wanted and he made sure that his lioness knew what it was, too. His cock slid between her buttocks in a deep, quick thrust and the lioness moaned loud again. This time he grinned instead of forcing her to remain quiet, as if he had planned that to happen to begin with. Then, he thrust again. And again. And again.

His claws scratched the lioness' shoulders with every movement, making her squirm even more. The grin he'd shown seconds earlier grew wider and wider, becoming a toothy smirk.

“That's right. This is your only goal now. Being mine at this very moment and forever. Hmph." He thrust again. “You're going to be a mindless, stupid kitty that will bear my children. Yes. Hmph! Yes, you will. Now, turn over…"

The command was clear, but the lioness found it difficult to move with that huge lion on top of her. After a few seconds, Master groaned and let her move. While she was at it, letting her body adapt to the new position, she heard him reach for something in a drawer by the canopied bed. She had no idea what it was and there was a curious impulse to look moving slowly at the back of her mind, but she hadn't been commanded to do so. Besides, from that position, it would have been impossible unless she had really twisted her neck.

“Get on all fours. Now."

Master's words gave the lioness a new objective and washed away the little remaining curiosity she had left. She did as commanded and then she waited for other instructions. These didn't take long to come.

“Raise your tail. Come on, girl. Show your king that you belong to him."

The mere thought sent a wave of pleasure down her spine, despite the fact that she had actually known she belonged to Master for a long while now. Interestingly, even though she'd just acquired her tail, it seemed pretty easy to do as told and raise it. Master's huge paw closed around it and pulled a bit hard. That simple motion made her feel a completely new sensation that she'd never experienced, but that wasn't totally unpleasant.

“Goood… Now." Master's strong body lowered down, resting on her back. She could feel his warm breath in her sensitive ears and the hot, soft fur all around her curvy frame. “I'm going to make sure you fulfill your purpose. You're going to give me a precious bunch of cubs, kitty. This is what you agreed on. This is your new life. I promised to change you into something beautiful and look at you now." Master's other paw grabbed the fur at the back of the lioness' head, possessively. “Enough words. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll give birth to a dozen."

His whole body tensed around the lioness and he thrust his fully hard member in her now somewhat relaxed tailhole. She moaned loud and her claws scratched at the sheets, the effort of keeping steady and the immense pleasure making it difficult to stay in that position. Then the lion kept pushing, harder and harder, and bit her shoulder with wild enthusiasm. Her claws slipped and her body trembled like a candle flame when she felt the fangs sink in her skin, and she had just enough time to regain balance before another intense thrust hit her. The heat he'd been feeling down her lower back seemed slightly satisfied, but she knew that it needed more. Trying her best to please both that heat and her Master, she made a huge effort to remain in her position.

She had no idea for how long that went. It could have been hours or it could have been days. Claws shredded fur and fabric, fangs sank in unsuspecting parts of her body, every inch of skin was stroked and pleased. At some point she had those thick fingers deep in her mouth, forcing her to swallow her continuous moaning, and then Master was gripping her neck with such strength that it felt difficult to breathe, but then he was fucking her wildly against the mattress, now stained with sweat, drool and precum. The heat was so unbearable that she felt as if she was about to explode. Every single time Master pulled her tail she felt her insides squirm in a not-too-unpleasant way, and it made her feel more and more like an object, like a vessel, like the thing he'd always needed.

She would be that thing. She just wanted him to cum inside her and fill her with his cubs. She just wanted to be the good lioness that she'd changed her into and fulfill her role. She'd do anything. She just… she just wanted to be fucked hard. So, so hard.

Then, after a particularly intense series of thrusting, moaning and biting, she could feel the hot seed of her male filling her and her eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Her moan died in her throat, but there was a loud roar in the room, echoing like a cry of triumph. The heat in her lower back intensified as if it had been released – her legs twitched and every single inch of her body felt as if lightning had hit her, pain and pleasure filling every pore as she felt herself reaching orgasm too. It was different to any kind of orgasm she'd ever experienced and definitely felt as if it wasn't coming from the usual spots, but a different part of his body.

She didn't mind. The climax made her feel so good that for a second she forgot to breathe and she just reveled in the overwhelming feeling, moaning and panting as his Master filled her with his cubs.

It was… it was so much.

The huge load seemed to fill her inside completely, like nothing had ever filled her before, and even though her belly felt slightly swollen, the sensation was so intense that her strength wavered. Her arms gave up and she let her upper body fall limply on the bed, tongue hanging out of her mouth as puddles of drool formed under her slack jaw.

On top of her, Master ceased his mighty roar and panted, one of his paws still closed around the base of the lioness' tail.

“F-fuck…" he muttered, trying to calm down. “That was good… Yes. Good kitty. Good spouse."

She could barely react. Her arms and legs felt as tired as if she'd just run a marathon. The intense afterglow was making it difficult to think, not that she had too much left to think prior to that. There was no way of knowing for sure, but she had the feeling that she wouldn't move in a long, long time.

However, even in that state, she could tell she was satisfied. Not only the heat that had been driving her crazy, but also herself.

She'd done it. She'd fulfilled her role. Master was happy and had praised her. She'd done a good job. Distant, indistinct memories from her past life came into her mind and she realized she'd never felt this good. She'd never felt as if she had a purpose, let alone one that she could serve successfully.

Master had been right. He'd been right all along. Things were much better now. This was what she'd been waiting for, all her life. As her body rested in that comfortable king-sized bed, the lioness realized that, at last, she was truly, irrevocably happy.

“Don't move now, kitty," his voice came from behind. “I'm going to make sure we don't see any… complications."

The lion removed his hard member from inside her and she let out a soft whimper. Then, not even a second later, something smooth and cold filled the empty space that it had left. She gasped and her paws twitched once more, but that was it. She was too exhausted to react any other way and her mind was dimly aware that she'd just been plugged.

“This will keep your king's seed inside you," Master cooed her, one of his strong paws stroking between her ears. She melted into that firm caress. “And you would like that, wouldn't you? After all, it can only help you bear his cubs."

She managed to nod slowly and Master let out a satisfied growl.

Anything that could help her fulfill her new role was a good thing. And Master knew better than her what that role was, and how she was supposed to serve him. It was so easy. It all made perfect sense now.

“Good, goooood. Now it's only four months more or less until you give me the splendid litter of strong, beautiful kittens I deserve," Master continued, still stroking her ears. “And then we can do this again. And again. You'll get used to it soon, spouse. You'll learn to love how things are now. When the last remnants of your previous life disappear, you'll forget there was ever a different thing. And even if you were to remember that, you'll still agree that you're much, much better now."

The lioness managed to nod again. In fact, she had trouble trying to remember her past life now. And she was definitely loving how things were. Maybe that day wasn't as far as Master thought. Maybe she had been indeed built for that purpose.

Not that a few potions hadn't helped, either.

“Now, Master needs to clean himself," he said, standing up. “Inside and out, that is. Don't worry and don't move, kitty. Master needs to release other tensions… hmph."

She didn't flinch when a new warm liquid was sprinkled on her. She knew what it was once the strong scent hit her nose, and maybe in other circumstances she'd been less agreeable to being marked with lion urine, but at that moment she liked it. After all, she was Master's lioness. He decided what was best for her and what was not.

When Master finished, he let out a pleased growled. That was enough for her to know she'd done the right thing. She remained in the bed, with her fur damp, while the lion headed to the bathroom.

“Make sure you lick all your fur clean before I come back, kitty. There's many things about me you still don't know, so let me start with this one." Master paused by the door and grinned. “I like my obedient spouses nice and clean."