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Disclaimer - Midnight carnivals don't just materialize out of thin air. Likewise, bizarre transformation fetishes don't just spring from nothing. If you want to avoid both of these things, all you have to do is stop right here. Err . . . Back there. You know, a couple of sentences ago . . . Well, you're not going to stop, are you? Well, then don't say I didn't try to warn you, and make sure you bring a coat. It's cold out there. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Circus of the Tamed

Yana trudged forwards through the mud, rain splattering down against the sodden earth all around her. The dark forest loomed as she rushed forwards on the old game trail, wet fir boughs slapping against her as she pressed on. Anything had to be better than serving the Gotha family for another day. The mud caked on her simple leather shoes as she swore she could hear the town's watch after her, phantasmal horse's hooves beating into the mud.

But it was only her as she looked back into the storm, clutching her shawl around her shoulders as she pressed on down the path. No one else would be as foolish enough to leave during a storm like this. The pounding rain was seeping down into her homespun garments, and she shivered, wind chilling her to the core as she stumbled forwards. Yana didn't have any money, or anything other than the simple clothes that she wore as she stumbled on. There had to be some place to stay . . . She knew how to cook, and clean, and spin. Surely someone else would take her in. But perhaps her masters had been right . . . Maybe the world really wasn't made for the likes of a girl as simple as herself . . .

Yana's doubts cascaded in on herself as the sopping icy deluge continued, wind driving the icy droplets horizontally. She stumbled on a patch of grass, falling to her knees with a groan of frustration, dress soiled by the murky ground as she shivered. But when she looked up, there was something else in the clearing just before her: bright lights and stretched colorful canvas. All her life, she had heard tales of the wandering circus, but never had she expected to see one in person. The light from the dome covered lamps shone like a lighthouse for wayward souls. Stumbling forwards, she leaned against the side of a maroon and vermilion striped tent, hands tracing around the side before finding the weighted flap and opening it with her numb hands, staggering inside where she could hear the sharp patter of the rain against the oiled canvas.

She had no coin . . . But surely no one would mind if she were to just rest her weary head on the dry hay laid out here . . . It was so inviting, and she could be out as soon as the rain finally stopped . . . It certainly wasn't being used at the moment. Yana was so exhausted that her trepidations melted away as she collapsed against the hay, rife with a strange animal scent that she couldn't place. She peeled off her wet dripping clothes, pulling the warm prickly dry straw over herself. Exhaustion began to draw her towards slumber as the thunder boomed outside. She rolled up and shivered as her consciousness drifted off amidst the ostinato tattoo of the thick drops against the rounded tent.

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Rough warm wetness scraped against her cheek as she rolled over mumbling blearily, still hearing the thick patter of the rain against the canvas. She tried to shoo the disturbance away, still half asleep before sitting bolt upright, finding herself in the dimly lit interior of a great circular tent, lit only by a flickering wrought brass oil lamp. But the decor was impossible to focus on as she found herself staring into two massive golden feline eyes surrounded by a wiry dark mane. A lion . . . It was something she'd only seen on coins and table legs before . . .

Shouting with horror, Yana tried to pull herself back, hands combing through the bristly hay as she backed up against something solid and warm with a small shout. She looked back quickly, the other huge beast behind her leaning in to sniff at her disheveled hair rather curiously. Throwing herself to the side, she scrabbled desperately, hearing the low rumble of a third huge lion that sat on its regal haunches before her, maned head tilting almost quizzically. They were larger than any man, surrounding her as her heart thudded in her chest watching her with lazy interest.

Rising to her feet, she turned erratically, one hand covering up her chest as she looked for any way to escape. The largest lion growled, but only very softly, more like a purr. His auburn mane seemed almost coiffed as he craned his neck following her movements. The smallest lion had a mane that was nearly black, his body lithe and sinewy as he stood and padded his way slowly towards her. The third lion's twitching tail patted against the ground as he watched with what almost looked like a smirk, his faintly green glimmering eyes focused on Yana, head framed by a shorter almost cropped mane.

Her scream was born from desperation and instinctual fear, the lion's ears folding back as they seemed almost annoyed. Yana's heart thudded in her chest, legs tensing as if she were about to bolt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. The boys are very excitable." The voice started as a low rumble, followed by a sharp loud crack. All of the lions immediately rested back on their haunches, heads turning to fix on the source of the sound.

"Oh, please." Yana began, still covering herself as she turned. "I was just caught in the rain. It was so cold, and this area is new to me, and I didn't think that . . ." Her stammering words trailed off as she turned to see exactly who had entered the tent.

The source of the crack had been the whip trailing on the floor leading to a rather imposing . . . figure. She wore something like an officer's uniform, save for the rather loud colors of red and black with ostentatiously garish golden twine laced around the edges. On her shoulders were exaggerated epaulets, dangling gold cords swinging as her black polished boots strode across the tarp covered floor. But it was her face and her hands that made Yana's words leave her as a shiver of fear ran down her spine. Her face was that of a great cat. Short sandy colored fur, a dark wet nose at the end of her velvety muzzle, and her whiskers twitching over her sneering animal lips. She coiled the whip in her paws, lethal looking claws extending to tap at the ivory handle menacingly while a dark tufted tail swung about irritably behind her.

"Looks like we have a bit of a stowaway hmm . . ." Her low voice purred. She stepped forwards, resting one paw between the twitching ears of the dark maned lion as it nuzzled against her like a giant house cat.

This wasn't natural. Her mother had told her stories . . . They never ended well. Yana swallowed in panic, nose huffing in the air, smelling the deep animal musk that hung heavy in looming tent. "I apologize. I'll leave . . . Please." She remembered what happened to people in the stories when they were impolite . . .

"That would be terribly rude, I'm afraid . . ." The lion tamer hooked her whip on her heavy belt, other hand reaching down and digging her thick animal fingers into the more regal lion's mane. "Usually one must _ pay _for their lodging . . . Otherwise there would, be . . . consequences." Her toothy grin was anything but friendly.

The old tales were rattling around in Yana's mind, her late mother's ever serious tone echoing in her ears. There was _ always _ a price to pay . . . "You must forgive me . . . I can pay." She watched as the bemused green eyed lion curled splayed out at the tamer's polished boots, rubbing his head back against her. His animal maleness jostled as he let out a low grumbling purr, green eyes seeming to understand exactly where Yana was looking. The bare woman flushed, turning to the side, still acutely aware of her own nakedness.

"Could you now . . .?" The scrawnier lion rose to his paws, padding over and grabbing her still dripping dress in her jaws, returning to the feline woman in the uniform, who took it from him, scratching him under the chin with wordless thanks. "You don't seem to have any coin." She hefted the dress as if weighing it. "I suppose there's always a price in flesh . . . You would be amazed at how much the boys eat in a day . . ." The green eyed lion licked his chops theatrically, stretching out his forepaws.

"No . . . I can help. I'm a very hard worker." She eyed the huge animals nervously. They seemed well trained, but a single swipe of those claws . . . Yana shuddered inadvertently.

"Are you now . . .? So hard of a worker that you're running through the forest at night in a servant's chamber clothes?" She scoffed as the regal lion yawned, relieving his impressive fangs.

"What's your name, girl?"

Yana panicked. You never gave your true name. "My name is uhh . . ." She took the first filthy words that came to mind. "Maria. Maria Gotha. And you are . . ."

"You may call me Lethe. And these useless balls of fur are, Leo, Sturm, and Vire." The lions looked up as she said their names, tails patting against the floor rather more like pets than savage beasts. "But you don't look much like nobility Miss 'Uhh Maria Gotha' . . ." She began to pace in a slow circle, the lions following, almost forming a fence of muscular feline bodies. "Could it be that you've lied to me? Because I would have _ no _ need for a worker who lies . . ." She fingered the polished hilt of her whip. "And would much rather give my boys something to eat . . . And liars are _ delicious _." She whispered the last few words, each member of her small pride looking on at the human with varying degrees of theatrical hunger as they padded in a tightening circle, the occasional tufted tail tip brushing against the back of Yana's bare smooth legs.

"No . . . I'm sorry . . . Please." Her words came out as a ragged sob. "I am Yana. Yana Nostrivich. . . Please . . . Don't kill me . . ." She tried to step further from the prowling ring of beasts, only to have the green eyed one, Vire, bump his furry head against her, causing her to shout as if burned, even though the ruffled fur of the creature's short mane had actually been wonderfully soft . . .

"There you go . . . That sounds like a more suitable name." Lethe stopped circling, standing in front of the petrified woman, paw outstretched. "You're lucky my boys took a liking to you. I would have assumed they'd have made a morsel of a soft young thing like you. But who knows . . . They've always had terrible taste in women." The lioness smiled sardonically as the skinnier dark maned lion chuffed in something that approached laughter.

Yana stood there in shocked silence. The weight of her mistake bearing down on her. Perhaps this was all a dream, and she was still asleep back at the manor . . . And tomorrow she would have to wake up and face the same dull neglect that she had for the last seven years. Even if it was a dream, it wasn't really a nightmare. Not yet . . .

"So . . . Miss Yana. Are you really willing to work for your lodging?" The lavishly dressed feline proffered a paw with business-like aplomb. Her golden eyes twinkled with a sly glint.

"How long will I need to serve?" Yana's voice stopped wavering. She knew she was not in a position to bargain. But, she was not going to end up as just another servant. That was why she had run in the first place.

"One full day. After that you may leave when you wish." She said as if it were the simplest proposition in the world, tail twitching behind her.

"I . . . Accept." Yana reached forwards, taking the paw in her hand. The thick padded fingers wrapped around her own, short bristly yet soft fur feeling impossibly real as they shook, a strange tingle lancing through the woman's body as if from magic.

"A wise choice . . . Miss Yana."

"What would you have me do? I know how to cook and mend . . ." Yana began to reach down for her sodden dress, cautiously avoiding touching the oddly passive feral beasts around her.

"I am a tamer of lions . . ." Lethe reached down, intercepting the woman, heavy paws wrapping around her wrists. All three lion's began to mill about, rubbing against Yana's legs like overly amorous pets even as she tried to avoid them as if they were covered in wet paint. "And I prefer to stick to my areas of expertise."

And with that she pulled the bare woman against her intricate wool jacket, leaned her tawny animal head down, and locked Yana into the most bizarre kiss she had ever experienced. She barely had time to struggle as it was over so quickly, but the wide prickling tongue, the sharp polished teeth, and the creature's thin black lips all left lasting impressions as Lethe lapped past her open lips in a moment of brief and calculated passion.

Yana pushed back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, sputtering. "Why would you . . ." indignation crept into her voice. She had made a promise, and now she was disrespected in such a way . . .

"You're the one who agreed to work here." She shrugged, causing the pads on her shoulders to raise up as she grinned. "I'll let the boys explain the rest while I go get something for all of you to eat." The authoritarian figure turned on her heel, tail swaying behind her as she strode imperiously back towards the exit of the tent.

"But . . . Wait." Yana called out, stumbling as the large auburn maned lion bumped his furry head against her from behind, causing an eep of fear to escape her lips. "You said you wouldn't let them eat me!" She wailed.

"So I did. And I am nothing if not a woman of my word." The lioness called back over her shoulder.

"Please . . . What am I supposed to do!?" The darker lion rubbed his sleek body against her as she tried to step away, bumping into the green eyed lion who lapped out with his wide bristly tongue against her belly: less hungry, more mischievous.

"Try to enjoy yourself. You'll figure it out." Lethe smirked as she opened the flap of the tent, letting in a gust of spattering droplets and chill wind. And with that she stepped out into the night, leaving Yana alone with the incorrigible terrifying creatures.

"But I-oooooooaah!" She tried to call out as a heavy butt from a massive furry head sent her tumbling into the hay piled on the floor. Her screams of terror rang out as the lions descended on her, quickly replaced by a manic giggling. Leo, a name befitting the more fluffed up figure, stepped in over her, wet nose huffing up against her neck. Sturm, the craftier looking dark one caught one of her kicking feet lazily in one of his massive paws, dragging his rough tongue across the sole of her foot. Vire placed a paw on her belly, butting his head against her side affectionately, gold-green eyes looking up with a glint of bemusement.

It seemed impossible to Yana, that such savage beasts could be so tame . . . Or at the very least not particularly dangerous . . . They milled about more like they were expecting something from her while they purred and rubbed against her. She tried all of the commands she could think of, but she couldn't get the great cats off of her, unable to rise to her feet as they pushed in against her in a great tawny wave of prodding inquisition. The chill from the night was starting to dissolve as Vire pushed his way under her arm, letting her fingers drag through his soft fur. She could smell their strange dark sandy scent, overwhelmed by the sheer insanity of the situation.

They seemed to like her.

Leo sashayed around her, tail raised and wagging behind his back. Her eyes followed the banner-like plume at the end of his tail down to the thicker base. A blush rose to her cheeks as her gaze fell on his bared feline asshole, twitching in time with his tail. The great cats heavy rounded testes hung just below, a plump angled sheath hanging under them with just a hint of pink showing at the loose tip. He winked one gleaming golden eye back towards her.

They _really_seemed to like her.

She swallowed nervously, trying to get to her feet. They were somewhat adorable, but certainly not like _ that. _ Or perhaps she was just imagining things? Surely the cats wouldn't wink . . . It was probably just an errant piece of straw near his eye, and surely they would soon grow bored with her . . .

As she tried to rise, two wide paws rest on either side of her shoulders, and a pink rough tongue licked through her dark hair, prickling against the nape of her neck. A laugh escaped from her lips as she was tickled, pulling forwards and stumbling to her hands and knees as the lions drew closer, rubbing their engulfing furry bodies against her, spreading their peppery scent all over her bare skin.

In the back of her mind, Yana still knew that she should sill be terrified of these animals. One crunch of those massive jaws could end her in a second. But it became harder and harder to think of them only as beasts as each displayed a rather unique personality while they pushed in around her and sniffed her prostrate form, long whiskers prickling against her smooth skin.

The lion tamer's words rang in her memory . . . Enjoy yourself . . . She shuddered, the concept even more foreign than her current impossible situation as her nose huffed and her skin twitched. Her thoughts were hazy as the lions slowly grew bolder.

There was nowhere to escape to, every available space in her vision and her other senses covered in tawny fur and hot huffing feline breaths. Suddenly, her head pulled back, and her eyes widened as Sturm sniffed in at her bared ass before his wide pink tongue scraped between her cleft cheeks, scraping down against her bared anus as she gasped and tried to slide forwards. The dark maned lion didn't stop though, burying his defined muzzle against her rear and licking over her exposed ring of muscle. It made Yana writhe, a sensation so foreign that she almost couldn't accept just how good it felt.

She didn't have too long to think about how improper the feeling was though, as the stately Leo approached from the front, orangish mane dragging against her as he leaned forwards and scraped his prickly tongue up her chin before sliding into her half open mouth. Her protests just came out as a muffled series of noises as he kissed her, golden eyes beaming as his tongue slid around her mouth, reminding her of the lion tamer, though slightly more noble to be sure. The lapping against her clenched rear from behind her made her edge forwards instinctually, pressing right up against the lion's affectionate muzzle.

Yana rolled her head from side to side, trying to pull away, but he was always there, huge face looming before her as he lapped in with almost loving strokes. It seemed like it must have been more of a game than anything else to the big cat. The very thought made her giggle. There was certainly no harm in a game . . . Eventually, it didn't feel at all unnatural to lean forwards, licking back against his fangs, one arm wrapped around his mane as she made out with the huge well-groomed beast.

But even as the two lions scraped their textured tongues against her from either end, the sensation that came to the forefront was from below as Vire rolled onto his back, short mane rubbing against the ground as he wriggled underneath her. One paw wrapped around her side, its velvety surface holding her gently despite its massive size as he wriggled out under her belly, long whiskers tickling her exposed flesh. His warm sniffing was followed by his hot scraping tongue, licking against her exposed navel teasingly, making her moan into Leo's muzzle, eyes going half lidded as he scraped down, and ever so gently caressed the edges of her labia beneath her muff of brushy brown hair. The roughness of his feline tongue sliding against her clit made her squirm in pleasure that she didn't think was possible, eyes going half lidded as a rumble built up in her chest.

A wave of guilt washed over her. This wasn't right. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this . . . With these . . . These animals: These oddly inelegant and attractive animals . . . the rich animal musk was sinking into her senses. She tried to rise shakily, but a playful swat from Vire sent her tumbling into the hay, breath heaving as she looked down in shock.

Small patches of sandy fur were growing in all over her body in prickling waves, feeling much like the lion's tongues had. But all three of them were all watching from around her, licking their chops as their tails patted against the floor with something approaching pride. This was impossible . . . Yana reached in to touch her stomach, eyes going wide as they saw that her nails were sharper and longer than she remembered them being. But her splayed hands couldn't distract her from further down her body, where her engorged clit pulsed, just visible through her muff, huge and throbbing pink. Her tongue licked up and scraped over her darkening lips as she stared in non-comprehension, passion throbbing in her loins.

Leo nuzzled in against her neck, grumbling appreciatively. Yana didn't know whether to recoil or embrace him. She settled with combing her fingers through his silky mane nervously, digits growing wider and wider as they prickled with tawny fur. Vire padded over and laid with his warm furry body next to her, reaching dawn lazily with a paw and kneading at her exposed breasts as tufts of fur spread out from around her stiff pink nipples. Sturm seemed to have a one track mind though, burying his face between her upturned legs, wiry mane tickling her skin as he continued ravishing her ass, skin loosening around it as the tight ring clenched and darkened, becoming more pronounced, more sensitive: looking more feline than human.

The human's body was beginning to swell slightly, her skin growing thick and loose as her muscles bulged. The feeling of her form changing made her heart pound as she shook her head. She couldn't get the mental image of the lions out of her head, their full flowing manes, strong heavy limbs, and taut tawny packages . . . She moaned out, fantasizing about the very idea, guilt forgotten as she was lost amidst their sandy colored adoration and virile masculine scents.

She groaned out as Leo continued to eagerly lavish her neck with his affection, pulling back her head as a strange rumble built up in her throat. The sensations were changing, becoming more warm and tugging as a light pine colored mane began to sprout, coaxed and combed by the great cat's tongue as he groomed his new found friend, her neck thickening to fit its more regal adornment. Her fingers continued to thicken, nails beginning to twitch and pull, sharpening into cruel hooks that combed through the flouncy lion's mane as her thumbs began to pull back, dwindling slightly in comparison to her other fingers that all swelled out with thick sensitive paw pads.

The green eyed lion lifted himself so that he could knead at her chest with both of his great paws, squeezing her breasts with increasing pressure as her ribcage began to creak, barreling out haltingly. The sensations of having her nipples caressed was replaced by just the feeling of his paws running over her fur, tugging at her skin as it thickened and twitched, loose and tough. As her body grew, her breasts pulled back tighter and tighter, nipples shrinking down until they were lost in her tawny coat, even though Vire still lowered his head down to lick and snuffle at her now vestigial teats while her mane began to spread down below them. It was the color of sawdust, and gaining fluffy volume as it seeped down her darker tawny body towards her crotch.

Her thighs bulged and strained as the more wiry lion lapped at her anus, pulling down in long sloppy strokes that made her back arch and her throbbing clit quiver with a new sensation of pleasure that made her stomach tighten up into a knot. Her body wriggled, spine feeling like it was tightening like a knuckle that refused to pop before there was a sudden grinding creak, and her flesh began to tug out into a ropey tail, quickly sprouting a light furred tuft. Sturm lavished the new appendage, stroking down its growing length towards the thicker base where he ground his tongue against her scrubbed animal anus as it pulled out more and more horizontal against his clever tongue. The loose animal flesh was blazingly sensitive, tensing and quivering as her tail tugged it this way and that while Sturm's tongue tugged at it in long lovingly lewd strokes.

Yana's thoughts were muzzy, trying to think over the cacophony of sensation as the lions purred and pressed against her, but there was still the odd niggling doubt at the back of her mind. Something was wrong, but she could no longer place what it was as her body thickened, nose huffing in the heady scent of male lions, a smell that oddly reminded her of home . . . But this wasn't where she lived . . . She lived at the terrible manor of the Gotha family . . . Or at least, she had . . . Shaking she rolled over, trying to get to her feet, but instead fell forwards onto her thick forepaws, the lions following her like an oddly comforting furry miasma.

A burst of laughter escaped her lips as Leo and Sturm sniffed down her legs, tongue raking out over the soles of her feet, toes thickening as her arches extended, knees becoming less and less comfortable against the hay covered floor. Gritting her teeth, Yana could feel her body swelling, light fluffy mane spreading out lower and lower as her form twisted, feeling more and more powerful in a strangely comforting way. She haltingly braced her toes against the floor, legs awkwardly straining as they creaked out, thighs swelling with muscle, calves creaking shorter as her hind claws dragged and caught against the tarpaulin floor, tail batting against the lions behind her as it tugged longer and more flexible.

Her attention was drawn away from the fact that she was now comfortably standing on all fours though, as Vire snuffled in under her, mischief glinting in his metallic green eyes. His ears flicked against her belly before he sniffed in, cold nose bumping against her pulsing female cleft. The sensation made her growl, shaking her head as he opened his mouth and lapped in over her swollen throbbing clit. The rough hot sensation surged through her as he lapped in with loving purpose, scraping down over her labia as it began to tighten, downy fur prickling in over the edges.

The sensations were so vivid, and yet impossible to comprehend. Her clit felt like it was tugging back against his tongue, tip jerking as she shifted her weight from paw to paw. Behind her, Leo caught her tufted tail in his mouth playfully while Sturm rubbed against her widening flanks, but all she could think of was the flare of pleasure swelling between her legs.

Vire coaxed out her growing shaft in luscious loving laps, feeling it pulse wider and longer under his ministrations, skin thinning down to become a deep fleshy reddish hue. As he continued to rasp and nibble, Sturm walked around to Yana's front, sinuous body swaying as his tail wrapped under her chin. Her eyes flushed gold, fixed below his tail, looking longingly at his heavy rounded balls hanging just below his bared anus, and the pointed red spike protruding from his heavy sheath. She licked her chops as Leo pressed in behind her with a shake of his mane, scraping his tongue across the loose flesh of her labia as her cleft sealed off completely, leaving loose jostling flesh dusted with a thin straw colored velvet. Every lap of the regal lion's tongue tugged back against her forming package, pulling it back up between her legs in halting rasps, dragging it into proper feline prominence.

Sturm walked towards her with a sultry gait, circling around so that his bared ass was inches from her growing muzzle. She couldn't help herself as she craned her neck forwards, wide nostrils sniffing at the dark maned lion's bared package, drinking in his musky scent. Her clouded mind was awash in sensation as Vire's tongue folded around and engulfed her shaft, scraping over the loose forming sheath at the base, following as her maleness was jerked back just under her bared ass and twitching tail. As Leo slathered her in affection, intense pressure welled up inside of her, two rounded bulges pressing out against the loose flesh. Both tight swells under her skin jostled, filling her taut new feline scrotum, hanging loosely, tightening as her freshly formed swelling feline testes were bathed in affection by Leo's regal tongue.

Her senses were all drenched in the heady masculine love of her new pride, skin loosening and twitching as her muscles all bulged. Suddenly, a lavish lick against her cock made her growl, and then roar, bearing thickening fangs as Vire's tongue caught against her developing feline barbs. The sensation was indescribable, sending quakes of elation through her as her new glistening organ jerked and leaked out a dribble of glistening clear pre, rife with her own dusky male scent that was lapped up with relish while her heavy churning testes were cradled by the lavish tongue behind her.

Sturm looked back smugly as she distractedly lapped at his exposed loose feline package, tongue scraping out again and again over his bared prick and jostling testes, even sliding up to ravish the plump edges of his feline ass as he shook in bliss, seeming to praise her for being a quick learner. But just as she was beginning to lose herself in his dark sandy musk, he turned around, butting against her shoulder and lapping against the side of her half-open mouth teasingly, coaxing out the start of twitching whiskers. Her lengthening tongue lapped up against her huffing wide wet nose . . .

She wanted _ more _. That heady musk had sang to her senses, and all she could think about was its absence. She was shaken slightly from her muddled desires though as the dark slender lion reared up, resting his wide paws on her shoulders. Yana's first thought was that was that she should have been crushed by his weight, but memories of logic soon gave way to instinctual passion as the lion on top of her pulled himself forwards, hips wrenching in so that the dripping tip of his turgid member dragged against her flicking whiskers.

But another weight rocked her from behind as well, Vire leaping up, paws landing on her haunches as he lifted his body on top of her suddenly. She gasped as he pulled his bulky body forwards, feeling his thighs pull up against her own as she braced herself, breaths coming out in needy purring growls. He squeezed at her sides as he lowered himself, cock prodding at the back of her plump testes, streaking them with quickly cooling pre before he found his mark, and slammed into her glistening clenched animal ass, her insides clenching in fits around him. But it was the sensation of him pulling back that truly drove her wild, barbs catching at the edges of her freshly stretched ring of muscle.

Her jaws flew open as she roared, only to be quickly muffled as the Sturm pulled forwards, shoving his waiting shaft into her muzzle. The salty musk of his flavor was overwhelming, her roar dulling into a purr as her now wide rough tongue combed over the pointed prick, catching against the barbs, making the big cat wince and groan in pleasure despite his previously taciturn demeanor. His tight testes bumped against her chin as he rocked his hips, joined by Vire as they stuffed her from both sides, making her entire feline body tense and shake in roughly scraping pleasure.

Leo sniffed in under her shaking body as the other two slammed into her with increasing vigor. His whiskers tickled her straining hefty maleness before he lapped out, teasing her sheath and jostling plump testicles, but not touching her shaft at all. He teased her loose flesh, nibbling at her tight balls before sliding his tongue down into the edges of her sheath, making her buck and yowl, frustratingly unfulfilled. She rumbled out in need, almost threatening as he pulled back, leaving her cock straining before striding imperiously behind Sturm, mounting him in one smooth surge of motion, and slamming into the smaller dark maned lion, forcing the delicious pulsing cock further into her stuffed jaws.

The rocking pile of lions huffed and growled as their bodies butted together in increasingly fervent motions. Yana was lost in in the furry cacophony of sensation, suckling at the shaft in her mouth even as her ass was stretched and pricked. Her tail tugging fitfully to the left and right just made her anus contract in more and more tight erratic jolts. The passion was welling up inside of her, blurring out everything else as she lost herself in the musky jostling heat of their joining, pointed cock bobbing and dribbling below her with impossible desire as she heard Vire and Sturm lean in over her, their muzzles joining in a sloppy rumbling kiss as they pounded into her from either side.

The feeling of their cocks stiffening and jerking up was the only warning she received before the two lions plowing into her began to come. Claws dug into her tough skin as they both tensed, cocks surging out thick hot waves of feline seed into her ass and trickling down her throat as she suckled and clenched like the animal she was. Leo let out a deafening roar that made the lamp flicker as he joined in their release, stuffing Sturm's needy ass as he filled the cat with his regal essence. But despite their boisterous rocking and the feeling of musky heat seeping inside of her, the new lion didn't reach that peak with them, her feline prick woefully unattended as she panted and huffed around the cock scraping against her palate.

She felt almost abandoned as they all pulled away, leaving her panting, a dribble of pearlescent seed dripping from her abused leonine ass as she groaned out in low deep need. Her mind swam with desire, pushing all other thoughts to the side as she licked her tongue out over her loose animal chops to clean off an errant string of thick bitter essence.

The weighted canvas flap of the tent swung open, letting in a cold gust of wind and the patter of thick rain, revealing the uniformed silhouette of the lion tamer as she stepped back into the tent bearing a hamper with what looked like a horse's hoof poking out of it. "Oh my . . . it looks like you've all been busy. Staying very warm I assume . . . " Her short furred feline face smirked as she walked inside, drops of water falling from her wide padded shoulders and trailing goldish braids.

Most of the lions all sat on their hunches as Lethe walked into the tent, but the new light maned addition to their pride lowed out a growling rumble, looking up at the well-dressed mix of woman and lioness.

"Ohh . . . There's something you need, isn't there?" She said coyly, striding forwards and grabbing the changed woman's massive chin in her padded palm, looking her in the topaz eyes. The changed lion could smell her, distinct female tang vividly separate from all of her other compatriots.

It felt strange that her voice was only rumbling as she tried to speak, miniature roars bubbling up from inside of her. The lion tamer seemed to understand though, so it wasn't entirely disconcerting.

"Ohh, I see. The boys can be such a tease: to leave you so unfulfilled after all of that . . ." She leaned down, claws dragging through the new lion's fur as she reached under and cupped at the once-woman's package, groping her testes and lightly rubbing a padded digit up her turgid straining shaft. The new lion let out a low bellowing moan of pleasure. "Well, I suppose I could help you out . . . you are part of the troupe now, right?"

Was she right?

Something felt strange about it . . . But the woman had agreed to be here . . . because of . . . something. She shook her maned head, trying to gather her thoughts, ears perking up and drawing her attention back to her immediate surroundings as she watched Lethe unbuckle her thick belt. The lioness let her sharp trousers drop and hang loosely as she leaned down onto her knees, bending and looking back over her shoulder, tail flagging to the side over her ass and tight dark edged animal pussy.

"Hmm, that got your attention . . ." She rumbled. "Do come closer. I think it's time for us to get to know each other now that you've chosen to stay with our little band, don't you?" The tamer finished with a throaty purr.

The new lion's mouth watered as she approached, paws moving almost of their own accord, other lions watching her as she was drawn towards that lusciously tempting female scent. It was the most natural thing to crane her neck forward, tilted huffing nose butting against the clenched dark skinned cleft, exposing the pinker insides as she inhaled deeply.

"I'm waiting . . ." The tamer's tufted tail batted up against her huge muzzle playfully.

And that was it. The freshly changed human surged forward over the smaller lioness, paws grasping in at the edges of her uniform. Her hind paws braced against the ground as she angled her hips in, growling in lungfuls of spicy scent as her cock brushed against prickly fur. It took a few cursory thrusts before she felt her barbed member catch, and she slid deep inside of the warm slick confines of the trainer's torrid snatch with a deep rumble of bestial pleasure.

"Oh . . ." The lioness shivered, insides clenching with practiced twists around the new lion's shaft, feeling the barbs scrape against her pulsing insides. "There's the enthusiasm I was looking for. What a good_ boy _ you are . . ."

The new lion shook its head . . . Boy? Was that right . . .? He continued thrusting, grinding forwards and feeling his spines catch against her. It felt right . . . And what else was he supposed to think of himself as? He felt so strong, virile and powerful, and . . .

"But what should we call you?" She rocked back into him with a growl. "What's a good name for a lion as powerful and lovely as yourself?" Her tone was playful, but well aware of her dominance as she grinned and clenched around her new companion's turgid girth.

But he already had a name . . . Didn't he? It was hard to remember over the deafening pleasure of their bodies crashing together. His claws dug into the thick wool material of her uniform jacket, unable to stop himself as he plowed forwards, leaning in and snuffling at the back of her neck, taking in the addictive aroma that hung on her damp fur.

"Something refined, but hard working . . . From humble roots, but part of something much greater . . ." Her words of praise sank into the new lion's head, making his body seem to beam with welling pride even as her insides clenched and squeezed around him, tighter and tighter, grasping against his feline barbs.

"A name for someone who's always eager to please . . ." She growled as he slammed into her with increasing abandon, rocking her smaller body. The lion wanted to live up to her lofty expectations more than anything in the world, desperately slamming against her slender frame as her insides grasped around him with infuriatingly tight controlled clenches.

"Yesss . . ." She purred out with a long heavy breath. "Dahl . . . That's your name, isn't it?" She rocked back, grinding herself over the huge tawny lion's throbbing shaft. "The name of such a _good_boy . . ."

She was right. The name fit like a velveteen glove. Dahl couldn't even comprehend of how he had forgotten such a perfect name . . . and the praise from his master sank into his mind like a handful of pebbles cast into a pond, sending ripples through her psyche and then settling at the bottom amongst the lion's other thoughts. Her love, her control, this mixed together with the acceptance of the other lions as they all watched enviously, licking their chops as their tails batted idly against the hay. It was overwhelming, every fiber of the new lion's body straining.

"Do it . . ." Her voice rumbled from below him. "Let me hear you . . . _ Feel _you . . ." Her claws dragged against the tarp under her as she growled.

That was the last nudge that Dahl needed. He slammed forward one final time, eyes drawing into narrow slits as his plump rounded testes clenched and he felt the surging heat rushing through him, erupting out from his cock into her torrid clenching insides. His jaws stretched wide and he roared, walls of the tent vibrating as his thighs squeezed and his tail whipped around, anus tugging as he continued to climax again and again, halting pleasure encouraged by her pussy as Lethe lost her cool control and her insides went wild with inhumanly tight wrenching squeezes.

The flames from their passion tickled Dahl's mind, curing it of the memories that didn't seem to match with his life or his new master. He just couldn't help himself, butting forwards again and again at her rumbling insistence. His powerful new body just didn't stop, vigor blazing to new heights as his muscular animal body plowed into her again and again. His cock blazed, aching as he jolted out every last mote of pleasure into her coaxing insides, panting in great heaving ragged breaths before his barbs caught one last time, and Lethe pulled herself sinuously out from under him.

She slowly and calmly pulled up her breaches, threading her tail through the back before she stretched. The other lions all padded forwards, sitting against Dahl with the occasional sniff or lap against his now disheveled tannish mane. They all looked up towards the lioness as she straightened her jacket, looking down with a smile that made a tingle of satisfaction echo in Dahl's broad chest.

"Now then. You've all done well for the night, so you all deserve to eat." She smiled as she reached down into the hamper, tossing the horse's leg between them. "But come tomorrow you will need to work for that food." She grinned as she watched her boys tear into the flesh with relish, picking it clean until all that remained was the pale bones that they gnawed at playfully.

"But until then, my dearests, you should rest." Her tail curled behind her as she pulled open the flap of the tent, departing into the howling gale as her charges all fell asleep, their new addition's furry bulk curled up with the rest of them as if he'd always been there . . .