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The sound of music that floated through the intimate harem room was light and airy, promising and sweet from the castrated servants that were seated on the soft thick pillows. It was designed to serve both as dancing music and a relaxing backdrop as the women were sprawled out on pillows and talking to one another quietly. The soft tones of their murmurs barely rising about a whisper for fear of disturbing the young man that was seating languidly in a near throne created from pillows and a low backed gold bench. No one wanted to draw his eyes to them, not after they had all spent the afternoon watching his latest bloody tantrum that had ended in four executions and ten people that were now languishing in the dungeons hoping for mercy that the sultan would not show.

Prishna kept her eyes trained on the younger member of the harem, doing her best to not meet young Kiral's eyes. She knew that he was going to leap at any excuse to punish someone else to end his day, nothing quite delighted him like ending his day with a rough session with one of his many women. The sultan was barely sixteen and he already wielded unimaginable power for someone his age, power that was unchecked and ran rampant over the intimates of the palace. His father had died when he had been only six and he had been given the reins to the country with his mother overseeing him. His mother who was a just and wise woman, his mother who had guided the country to prosperity until he had demanded he be allowed total control.

Prishna had been his first wife, the one that he had picked just after coming into power and her father had assumed it would be a good position for her, one that would gain them much in the way of favors. It had been a wise move on his part, but that had been before the young man had showed his true colors. He was sadistic and violent, he made snap decisions and had no mercy in him. In the first year that he had taken over he had executed nearly every one of his mother's close advisors. He had taken up his own friends as advisors, one who favored his heavy handedness and pushed him to be increasingly aggressive with his borders and the control of his people. They praised him, they told him he could do no wrong, they toyed with him until he did what they whispered in his ear, despite the fact the country was suffering.

The young woman watched the boy sliding his eyes towards the young girls that had recently been invited into his harem. There were nearly twenty of them now, he was greedily attracting more wives, more than any other sultan she had ever heard of. He used them ruthlessly, especially those that were new and without allies. The last three had all been taken after their father's had been executed and no one could stop them. He was growing more and more dangerous each and every day. He would eventually crash and burn, but when he did he would take all of them with him. She had no doubt that one of the nobles would overthrow him and his harem would be forfeit. When the old sultan fell, his wives were sold as slaves, given away to the highest bidder, frequently executed if they were his favorite. Like her.

"Majesty." She murmured as she noticed Kiral licking his lips thoughtfully while staring at the younger girl. "Shall I arrange for entertainment for you?"

His eyes jerked towards her with a flash of annoyance that made her tip her head forward, her fluttering wardrobe shifted around her as she tipped her entire body forward in a submissive bow. She had long since found ways to distract him from hurting the younger women, but today she felt a burn of fear and anger rising up in the back of her throat. Two of those he had executed today had been members of the ruling elite. He was convinced that there was nothing that could stop him, no one could touch him, and at least one of those ruling elite had been one of his advisors. It was a power move, he had told her about it the night before, smugly bragging that executing him would prove that he was someone to be feared and obeyed. She knew the truth.

"Bring me the two new ones, prepare them for my bed this evening, I will entertain myself with their company." He answered and shifted on his makeshift throne, lips curling up with a sly little glitter to his eyes.

"Would you not wish to celebrate with something more...exotic?" Prishna tried to purr the words to him as she arched closer. "I know how you desire pleasure after you have exercised your rightful power."

"There is no need. I want something younger today, fresher." He answered her callously and shifted on the pillows, looking towards the women as there was a sudden shift in their attention towards him.

He would want to fuck someone vigorously, painfully, he loved to make the younger girls cry. He was rough with them, boasting that it was the size of his equipment that made them sob out afterwards, when it was really his treatment of them. She felt her cheeks flushing red and she stared down at the ground, trying to pretend it was humiliation instead of anger. He was destroying everything. The execution today would have rapid repercussions, it was the start of the end for Kiral and he didn't even realize it. He would enjoy his night with his newest girls. She didn't care if this would be the end of his reign, what she cared about was the fact that she and the young women she cared for would be punished. She wouldn't let it happen. She refused to be punished for his stupidity and cruelty, she refused to see the women punished.

As he began to command the women he wanted out of the room and stood up, she moved her eyes towards the older woman who was sitting away from them. She stood out simply by virtue of the fact that she was dressed head to toe in concealing clothing instead of nearly naked like the rest of the harem. She was older, her hair greying slightly along the line of her temples and wrinkles that seamed the line of her eyes. Kiral enjoyed having his mother in the harem to watch him at work, he liked to flaunt his conquests in front of her, making sure that she was watching him as he made use of them. It was a power move, one that he had developed when Alosha had tried to stand against him in matters of state. It was meant to humiliate her, and certainly it did, but it also allowed Prishna to grow closer to the woman. Things were going to have to change, and quickly, if they were going to survive.

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"He is going to get everyone killed." Prishna sounded strained and terrified, her fingers shaking a little bit as she picked up her tea. "He refuses to see what he's done is going to make them move against him."

The woman was lovely, she was still young, but no longer quite as fresh as she had been when she had arrived in her son's care. She had tension in her shoulders and her eyes were wary, like a dog that had been kicked one too many times. She had been abused and beaten repeatedly under the young sultan's hand, indulging in his pleasures even after he had expanded his harem and brought in others to relieve his tensions. As the first wife, she was in charge of the rest of the younger women, and she also protected them. It had aged her, she looked well beyond her twenty years, showing the lines of stress on her brow while they relaxed in a quiet nook of the harem room.

She had not cared for the girl the first time she had met the girl. Prishna had a bit of a chip on her shoulder, she was cold in many ways and sly, to say nothing of the fact that her family had a reputation for sorcery. It had been unwise for her son to take her on as a lover, but she had had no say in the matter. Kiral was running wild without a care in the world, and there was nothing she could say or do to talk him out of what he wanted. She had simply lowered her head and allowed him to have his way; the way she had lowered her head through many things. Her boy was no longer the chubby fisted youngster she had raised, he had become a stranger, and a cold one at that. His ruthlessness was finely honed and only growing worse by the day. His courtiers had convinced him he could do no wrong and his powers were limitless.

"There is nothing I can say to him that will stop it." Alosha admitted with a slight sigh, setting the cup down on the saucer. "I warned him repeatedly that he shouldn't execute them, he refused to listen. He believes that only fear will allow him to rule."

"Their fear is what's going to end him." She snapped and lifted her eyes up. "I have heard the talk, within the next few months they will begin to make their move. Someone strong enough will take over and lead the revolt."

"It will not be months. There are two that would easily usurp him as soon as they have support," Alosha said. "I can do my best to get you out of here, but there is only so much I can do, they will kill me as well as you."

"Then why should we allow them to have that chance?" Prishna persisted and leaned forward slightly. "We can solidify the throne if we take it over ourselves."

"And kill my son?" Alosha felt a pang of guilt and gave her head a shake. "I am not so bloodthirsty."

"He will die either way." Prishna pointed out ruthlessly.

She winced. Once she had loved her son dearly. When he had been young and sweet she had adored him. He had been her only child, the only male heir from her husband and she had pampered him. That had been her mistake, she had wanted to give him anything that would make him smile and she hadn't held back. They had wealth and she had known that he would be treated coarsely once his father began to teach him what he needed to know to rule. Her husband had been a rough man, fair, but unyielding in the way he ruled. He would have been a shock to the amiable young man, but she had known it would be for the best. Until he had died, the stupidity of the war taking so many lives and she had been left to rule in his stead.

It had all gone so terribly wrong. She had relied too heavily on his former advisors and not quite paid attention to how her son had been raised. She had trusted the tutors, she had believed that they had the best intentions. She had believed they were worthy. She had loved her son and tried to keep an eye on him, but ruling took too much time. And that had been her mistake. He had found others willing to murmur in his ear about how he should be the ruler. They had blown up his importance as Sultan and what powers that he possessed. They had stripped away her basic teachings and replaced them with a desire to hold his palace at any and all cost. He had usurped her years before he should have been ready and now... now she was helpless.

She didn't want to murder him, the idea left a foul taste on the back of her tongue while she took a sip of her tea. They were going to turn on him. They would kill him, execute her, execute those that were loyal to him and all because he was selfish. He thought only his own personal power, wealth and desires. He thought only of his people after that. His selfishness was going to destroy them all, unless she found a way to save what she could. The girl was right, he was going to die, but she simply couldn't have a hand in his murder. It left a foul taste on her tongue that made her think about the priests and their own thoughts on what sins were bestowed on a mother who killed her child. There were fates worse than execution.

"We do not have to have him killed." Prishna spoke softly, sounding as if the idea weren't even fully formed yet. "We need only remove him from power and step up to take his place."

"They would never agree to that," Alosha protested. "They barely allowed me to stay in power while he was young."

"Several of his wives are pregnant, there are heirs that might be picked from. That would allow us to buy some time to find an appropriate sultan to take his place." Prishna nibbled her lip as she spoke. "We couldn't simply hold the country without a suitable strong male, we have lacked one for too long, but there are several we could apply to once we solidified our hold."

"That still leaves my son dead." She snapped and had an edge of anger growing towards her son's wife.

"No, not dead, simply not here." Prishna's lips curled in a slow smile. "We simply change him into something else. He has forfeited his humanity, even you must agree with that. Too much of what he has done is more fitting for a beast than for a man."

"Turn him into an animal?" Alosha blinked slowly as she mulled over the words, turning them over in the back of her mind. "You mean change him into a donkey or some such?"

"That is no fitting end to a sultan." Prishna answered and let out a soft laugh. "He has always been so proud of being a lion stalking his harem of lionesses. I think it only fitting that turn about become fair play. He would live on, just not in a position of power."

Alosha opened her mouth to say no, that was her instant response as Kiral's mother, but the denial didn't come. He had done this, all of it, he had endangered all of them with his cruelty and actions, they had no choice left to them. If another person took his place and they fought for it, they would all be killed, or at the very least most of them would. Through slavery or execution it didn't look promising that they would be able to survive what would happen to them. They would have to find another way and this was it. Prishna came from a line filled with old magic, a fact that had always made Alosha uncomfortable, but now there was a chance that it would be their saving grace. Their only hope. No matter how she felt about the boy that she'd raised, he had done this to himself and she would have to do what she must to care for the women that had not chosen this life.

"How can we do it?" She asked softly, lifting her eyes at the younger woman. "No one can know what has happened, or else we will all be executed."

"They will not know, no one will know. The only people that will know will be those of us in the harem." Prishna promised softly. "It will be done tonight, before it is too late. We can't give them a chance to rise up."

"Yes.. Tonight.' Alosha noddd her head in agreement, what else could she do? Her son had signed his own fate.

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Kiral stretched out in the silk covered sheets and let out a groan of pleasure at the golden edged afterglow that remained behind after a vigorous night of fucking. The women were long since passed out, pushed to the edge and beyond from his appetite, though he was no where near to the point of wishing to pass out. He still felt alert and awake, the lure of desire that had driven him still lurking in the back of his mind as he shifted in the bed and one of his wives made a noise next to him. They rarely were able to last as long as he did, a point of pride, but one that irritated him as he was still eager to continue while they were little more than sleeping bodies. It meant he would have to summon another member of his harem to slake his lusts with, and savor his triumph. The days executions and trials had been a pinnacle of his time as sultan, one that had left him craving the desire to celebrate his victory. And a smooth victory at that.

He had expected there to be more drama from his time yesterday, expected that his mother would have fought harder against the executions than she had. She had been more passive as of late, a testament that she was finally embracing the fact that he was the one in control. He was tired of trying to fight her on what was his rightful place, tired of struggling to make her understand that he was the one in control. He was the sultan. He had absolute power over life and death, he had been raised into it and his mother was stubbornly trying to hold onto power that she had no right to touch. She had done enough ruling in his stead when he had been too young, but now she was going to do her best to control every aspect of his life unless he took pains to stop her, at least, that's what his friends had told him.

She has a taste of power now. He thought as he stood up and gave a full bodied stretch, yawning a little bit as he did so. She thought I'd be happy being her puppet.

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Kiral didn't believe in mercy for those that betrayed him, he didn't believe in spending his time trying to sooth and bribe his way into the good graces of men that he could dominate. He had learned from men older and wiser than she was that it took force to hold his position and that meant putting fear into them. The quickest way to fear came in the way of executions. Who would dare stand against him when they knew that he would take their heads? He was securing his power base, that was all, eventually she would thank him for it. But what woman could possibly understand that? They were weak willed, easily frightened, they had to be controlled by wiser and stronger heads to keep them happy. Much like his wives.

The thought of his wives made him smile as he opened the door that led towards the interior rooms that served as his harem. He wasn't spent enough to pass up enjoying his favorite. Prishna had become slightly desperate as of late to keep his eyes on her, it made him wonder just how he could manipulate that desperation for his own benefit. Perhaps he could use her to begin to thin down the ranks of his wives. He had enough to keep him happy, but some could be turned into slaves and used to barter with other men that he needed to sooth thanks to the recent executions. Prishna was always trying to protect them, if she were desperate for his attention, he could use that to prove to her that he still had absolute power over her.

Ahbad warned me that if she gets too much of a sense of power she can use it against me. _ He thought idly as he opened up the door that separated the harem from his bedroom. _That's why Mother believes she can control me. Father gave her too much power. Now she thinks that she can control me the way she controlled him.

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He stepped into the plush harem room and felt a relaxed air of anticipation as he saw many of his wives were awake for the day already. They were well trained, they knew their position beneath him and wouldn't dare question him. This was how his father should have ruled. He should have had many children by many wives, but he had been foolish. He had chosen to allow himself to be ruled by a single wife, and now she expected him to listen to her? He let his eyes slide over the women smugly, watching the way that they glanced at him and immediately bowed their heads to him, afraid to meet his eyes. They showed proper submission, like a lion walking through a pride of lionesses, confident and powerful. They knew their places, they knew that he-

"Majesty." Prishna's voice startled him from his thoughts as he began to make his way to his throne. "I had thought you would be gone for the entire evening with your...chosen ones." He turned to see her reclining next to his mother, nearly out of sight.

Prishna was still lovely to him, but she was the oldest of the women that he kept in his harem. She should have been her least favorite considering her age, but she wasn't, he adored her, adored the way that she knew how to make his body react. He adored the way that she would do the most humiliating things in exchange for mercy for the younger members of his harem. His first would always be special to him, after all. She was dressed in a loose spill of silk, just barely enough to accentuate her breasts and the sweep of her hips, the dark cleft of her sex outlined in the pale blue silk that was sweeping over the edges of her outer thighs. The outfit clinging along her body delightfully, inviting his eyes to linger over her with a bit of heat. He ignored his mother, the dark full covered body holding little interest to him.

"I have decided you have earned my attention, Prishna." Kiral put a little edge to his voice as he spoke, a smile twitching his lips. "Come, you will join me for the rest of the night."

"Will I?" Prishna's eyes narrowed a little bit and she gracefully sat up on the pillow, the movements rippling silk down along the line of the full breasts. "I do not believe I will."

"What?" Kiral growled, his eyes narrowed down as the woman stood with a lazy grace, the see through material flashing the stiff perk of her nipples.

"You are cruel and thoughtless, you are reckless and violent." Prishna stated, her voice flat and angry sounding as she took a step towards him. "Do you truly think that I wish to join you for the evening?"

"I do not see where you have a choice." Kiral snapped, anger surging up from his chest as he was refused. How dare she refuse him?!

The others were rising as well, the younger women stood up with a little less menace and more worry as they were looking at one another. None of them matched the confidence of Prishna as she came towards him step after slow step. The stalk much like a cat on the prowl, while his own mother stood up behind her. The older woman looked more uneasy about the situation as Prishna didn't even lower her eyes when he stared at her. She should have been groveling at his feet for the chance to be taken into bed with him. In the past she had been appropriate grateful for his attention, but now she had a predatory look in her eyes that made him step backwards with an unfamiliar lurch of fear from deep in his throat, his entire body tensing up.

"Your rule is at an end, O Sultan." Prishna put a hint of mockery into her words as she took another step towards him. "We will not lose our lives because you have failed in your duties."

"No, you will lose your life for disobeying me!" Kiral felt his cheeks going hot, flustered that he stumbled backwards in fear. He advanced on her, intending on bullying her back, but his mother took a step forward. "Mother!"

She caught his upper arm in her hands and pulled him back as Prishna's lips curled up in a slow smile, the devilish look frightening on her face before she reached out. The rest of the harem was looking on without a hint of pity as she produced what looked like a broad silk collar from one of her wide spread sleeves. It looked harmless, silk and finely sewn with what looked like pink gems, that's all he saw before she reached out and he felt the material being wrapped around his throat. He threw his weight against his mother, trying to free himself, but she only gripped harder as the cool silk snugged itself down around his throat and a large pink gem bounced right against the line of his throat. The weight of it uncomfortably situated right along the upper portion of his chest as he jerked back.

"You have done this to yourself, my son. Be grateful I have spared your life." His mother spoke softly, and that was the last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him down, the dizziness making him sway as the floor rose up to meet him.

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"A snake would be fitting! He is like a snake!" A female voice hissed into Kiral's half awake mind, echoing strangely as he groaned out.

"I prefer a dog." Someone else spoke as the sultan struggled through the slow feel of his mind slogging through what felt like quick sand. "He has always been a big of a dog."

Kiral felt as if he were on fire, his body was pounding in time with his heartbeat and he could feel his skin swollen and sensitive from where it was pressed against what felt like hot hard ground. He groaned out unhappily and tried to move, but his body felt slow and weighed down. His arms refused to do what they were supposed to do, they shifted and paddled at nothing, the fingers barely hit the ground before he couldn't move them again. He was breathing too loudly, he could barely get in enough air as he tried to lift his head and gave up again as he heard his women moving around him. Had they poisoned him? There were hundreds of stories about poisonings that he had heard in the past, warning stories about sultans who had been overthrown from within. Oh god, was he dying? His own mother had been there, had she been a part of it as well?!

The terror was raising up higher in the air as he tried to break his way free of the fog holding him down and he felt hands sliding over his body. His naked body. He felt naked fingers tracing down the line of his back and spreading out to either side. The dip of the finger tips curled lightly and ran against the smooth along the dip of his lower spine. The little trail made him arch and squirm, some of the fog being pushed away as he twisted and bucked, kicking away. He did his best to shed the feel of being drugged away from him, able to twitch and jerk, lifting his head up as a hand moved up right against the small of his shoulders. The press of the palm pinned him down in place as he started to come around and saw that he was surrounded by a group of his wives and his own mother. They must have drugged him, they had to have fed him something!

"No, we will make him a harem pet." Prishna murmured and he felt the fingers biting down harder against the sweep of her shoulders. "He has long since viewed himself as a lion among the lionesses, now we will make him join our ranks properly."

There was a titter of laughter that made him jerk upwards a little bit as his eyes opened enough to see the way that they were crouching down. He was stretched out on the ground while Prishna loomed above him and moved a hand to trace all the way down the line of her back. The fingers spread open wider, dipping downwards with a little flex that made a little bit of a shiver trace the line of his back. The way that the fingers spread open sent a surge of heat over him, a sudden spark of fire that caused him to suck down a breath and cry out. His mother reached out and cupped either side of his cheeks, cupping to either side and pressing forward firmly, squeezing with the fingers digging down so that he couldn't pull away from the grip. His eyes unfocused as the heat ran further down the line of his pants, the sharp feel of it almost painful as he sucked down a breath.

"Let me go!" Kiral snapped out, his eyes flashing as he felt some of the fog being pushed back while he tried to surge of to his feet.

"Hold him!" Prishna's hands slid down and the heat was pouring down her body, it was a fiery caress that filled every part of his senses. "Why would I let you go? You have all but doomed us to death because you believed you had limitless power, but we must save ourselves."

"I will see you dead!" He snarled and felt another shudder rock over his body, it tore through him until he cried out raggedly as the fire twisted through his gut.

It drew a scream from his throat as he arched himself up in the air while his mother refused to let him go, pinning him down in place as his fingers scrabbled against nothing. His fingers dug down roughly against the ground as the fire twisted low in his back and he realized that it was magic. He could see the blue glue sliding against his skin, little ripples of it that trailed against the line of body. He jerked in place, his lips spread open wide as he let out a ragged call and tried to break away. He stumbled back a few inches, but he couldn't move for long as he felt the surge of magic twisting through his stomach. He arched upwards, feeling his stomach contract strangely as his fingers spread open wide and twisted before fur began to slide down along his forearms. Fur! Actual fur was sliding itself down along his bare skin as his back bowed upwards and he felt Prishna's touch slipping down along the line of his ass.

The fire was burning brighter and he felt it twisting through his stomach as he let out a ragged call and his lips peeled backwards. His teeth began to curl downwards in his maw as his lips stretched outwards, his back arched itself higher as his stomach twisted about strangely. He felt as if he were about to be sick while the fur coated down towards his fingers while his digits began to thicken and grow heavier, pulling backwards towards his palms as his nails started to curl and grow sharper by the moment. His nostrils flared open wide, gulping down a steadying breath as he felt his skin growing swollen and tight as it stretched along the line of his back. His ragged snarl was an attempt to drive them back, but it turned into a whine as the fur began to slide down the line of his back.

"Stop.. you can't do... this... I'm sultan!" Kiral stammered out, his breathing shallowly turning into a low whine as his fingers withdrew into paws, PAWS!

"You are not sultan, you are the newest pet of the harem." His mother spoke up, her voice holding a slight lilt to it. "You have forfeited being sultan the moment you risked all of our lives."

His nose began to push outwards, his lips were bulging as the teeth grew larger inside of his maw, his tongue was starting to spread open wider and wider. His breathing came out in a choked snarl as his head began to change in shape, the heat was pouring over his body. The powerful stretch of his arms changed and became more like forelegs, the muscles were twitching and jumping, little surges that were tearing down the line of his back. He snarled out again, but it became muffled as there was a grip against his shoulder and Prishna flipped him over. He tried to kick away, his naked body was pinned down against the ground, his nude body exposed to all of the women staring down at him as the fur began to slide against the line of his chest.

Prishna's fingers spread downwards, the glowing magic swirled over the line of nipples as the fingers teased their way lower. His mouth was changing entirely, the padded nose was growing in place of his normal one, as there was a sudden spill of long whiskers that were growing to either side. His ears were growing rounded and lifting up in the air while he gave a shove with his legs, trying to kick his way free. There was no breaking free, the magic was twisting through his stomach as Prishna's fingers traced down the line of his chest and towards his stomach. The light trail ran downwards, and where they travelled nipples began to form just under the original pair, stiffening up to either side while the fur travelled down the line of his stomach. The rich golden brown color turned into a pale white coloration that ran down between the inner thighs.

He tried to say something again, but his voice turned into a ragged snarl, bestial sounding while his legs began to change shape. The heel of his foot was lifting up high in the air while the top of his foot began to spread open wider, the toes being covered in more fur while his fingers were lost in the transformation. His thumbs were backwards, losing definition and ability to move them. His choking cries were bursting free with a wild noise, lips twisted and contorting while the hands on his stomach teased against his perking nipples. They were standing out, stiffening and growing more sensitive by the moment as he realized that his cock was being flashed to all of them while the shape of his legs began to change as well. They were being pulled backwards and splayed as the fingers taunted the growing nipples, teats that had never been there before, female looking teats that were twisted and pulled to make Kiral let out a ragged snarl. His mother soon joined the attention, her touch sliding down as the older woman's lips suddenly parted in a smile.

"I have never wanted a daughter, but a daughter would have been less trouble than you would have been." His mother spoke with a harsh edge of laughter as the little tug pulled against the line of the nipples. "A daughter would have never been so stubborn."

"RRRRF!!!" Kiral snarled out and then yelped out as his mothers hand moved down along the line of his flopped cock.

"You were nearly a daughter anyway." Alosha said with a little edge to the voice, the fingers curling against the floppy flesh. "Hardly large enough to be truly male."

_That's not fair! _ He thought wildly and kicked both of his hind legs wildly as the fingers flexed against him.

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"I agree, I always thought he was lacking." Prishna chimed in and ran a hand down along the forelegs. "I think we shall make you a sweet little pet, kitten."

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Kiral knew they were changing him into a lion, there was no denying that fact, but it gave him no feeling of comfort or hope. His hands were lost in broad paws that were grabbed by the fingers of the woman that had been his favorite. Her touch slid along the line of the toes, curling a little bit and running just under the padded undersides so that the claws were given a little pull backwards. The pressure pushed the sharp talon back into the sheath, something that should have made Kiral struggle, but his attention was on the fact that his mother was cupping just along his flopping heavy cock. Her fingers were caressing around him, squeezing along the line with a little drag, pulling upwards towards the tip as he kicked both of his hind legs out with a harsh snarling protest.

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It was humiliating, degrading, his cheeks were burning while Prishna's hold on his paws began to massage and shift the fingers down to ball up around his large paws. The sharp talons were being pushed backwards further as there was a feel of something giving way. The fingers on his cock pumped, his mother mocking him as the fingers spread downwards towards the base as the other hand moved to cup beneath the swell of his balls. The fingers rolled back and forth, drawing the skin tight in an uncomfortable stretch that made his eyes flash wildly as he looked to either side. His balls were aching while his cock began to drag backwards, he could feel the way the fingers were pushing them backwards, withdrawing into his body as he struggled to get his way free. His kicking strokes of both paws did nothing as the changes stripped every part of his humanity from him, and then something more.

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His claws were being melted away through Prishna's hold, painlessly declawing him from the weapons that might have given him freedom, but it was the feel of his cock melting away that horrified him. He swung his bestial head up, looking down the broad powerful body of a lioness as his cock was pulled backwards, the fingers danced as his mother helped form a set of thick fat folds that settled between his legs. His stomach was roiling strangely, tightening and making him painfully cry out in shock while he arched his back higher in the air. He kicked his legs out again, hitting against her as one of Alosha's fingers deliberately pushed forward and began to sink forward into his body. The walls were being opened up, spreading wider and wider, gaping the lips with a dipping shove that made his breathing catch in his throat. Her throat... Oh god.

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Her forming cunny was being worked over with a thick finger working inwards, making room as the burning twinge of the change spread itself further. Kiral couldn't escape as she yowled out loudly only to feel Prishna's touch moving to either side of her jaws and cupped firmly against her. She was pawing wildly at the girl, trying to evade the feeling of her own mother's fingers exploring her forming passage. She could feel the way that they were working and twisting into the narrow channel, twisting just the right angle so that she was glutted on to the first digit all the way to the knuckle. She splayed her hind legs wide as her sharp wickedly formed teeth became duller and the inch long fangs pulled back into less menacing nubs in her muzzle. Her tongue twisted out while she roared out her sound of shock, kicking both hind legs out while another finger began to shove against the puffy mound of her pussy.

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"That's better, what use do I have for a son who has failed so terribly? Perhaps a daughter will serve me better." Alosha's voice was hard and pitiless as the fingers worked and stretched her narrow passage open wider. "Certainly this can be better used than that pitiful little cock you had been trying to use."

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_Oh god, they cannot do this. I am Sultan! _ The former man tried to writhe away, kicking and squirming before her leash was dragged tight, making her experience the slow twist of fingers in her newly made passage.

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"My fellow ladies, our Honored Husband has gifted us with this pet." Prishna spoke up as she moved her hands away from Kiral's tingling face. "A lioness to join our ranks, we should be grateful that he has given us this present to remember him by."

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There was laughter from the watching women, not one of them spoke up to save her while the lioness twisted and felt her mother slide her fingers free. She let out a wild snarl and tried to jerk away, rolling onto her stomach and getting her legs beneath her. The leash was drawn tight and refused to let her run as she trembled, her clawless paws splayed wide as she looked around desperately for an ally, for someone that might be willing to help her. There were no allies, no one so much as gave her a soft look, instead they were amused, some were flushed along the cheeks as the former master growled and twisted her lips back to show her blunted teeth. Teeth that couldn't have harmed a piece of ripe fruit, let alone of the women that were watching avidly.

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"What a pretty little kitten." Prishna crooned as the woman stood above the former sultan, her voice laughing at him. "A perfect jewel to become one of our pets."

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"RAWRRRR!" Kiral roared up at the girl, trying to surge onto all fours, her body feeling strange and unbalanced.

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"Learn your manners girl." Her mother spoke sharply and reached out to tweak her tail firmly. "You live only by the grace that you are useful. You have at least spread your seed to your wives, be grateful at least one of them will take over for you."

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"Do not worry, Alosha, we shall teach her manners." Prishna purred warmly as she twined fingers through the chain of the leash. "You are going to learn all manner of tricks, kitten, if you learn them well, then perhaps you will not become a freshly skinned decoration for our common room."

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Kiral had no answer, she could only glare. She would find a way back to her human body, and when she did, heads would roll within the harem. They would all suffer, they would all be punished!

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~ ~ * ~ ~

The harem room should have been a place of relaxation for Kiral, she had always felt in control in the place surrounded by women that could not tell him no. They would always praise him, forcibly telling her everything that attracted them to her, but now she was no longer passing through the room and hearing the women going silent and their eyes fearfully looking over her. Instead, the lioness crouched down at the end of chain and snarled up at Prishna who was holding the other end with a slow smile on her face. The normal air of fear and desperate attempts to please that came with the harem were gone and replaced with laughter as they seemed to care about nothing except their own pleasures. For the last two days they hadn't had a single visit from anyone save a few of his guards that had been brought into the secret of what had happened to the former sultan.

The lioness snarled under her breath and gave a yank against the leash, trying to jerk backwards while Prishna smiled to herself smugly from her position on the makeshift throne that should have been hers. If she had been able to attack it would have been something, she was a lion, she should have boasted the talons and teeth that could have ripped the woman apart, but she had blunt short fangs that could barely do damage to a ripe piece of fruit and not a single claw to use against them. She was as harmless as a house cat as she hunched down and splayed her ears to either side, glaring balefully as the women laughed and murmured, gathered near Kiral's mother as if she were the one that was arranging everything to make sure it went smoothly. Her own mother had betrayed her in this fashion! It was unbearable!

The last few days had been filled with work as orders were constantly being sent out from the women and there was a subtle change in the household. The guards began to answer to the women, they no longer kept them restrained to the room, the women were allowed to freely move through the palace when Kiral had kept them locked away. They now wore clothing to cover themselves, not simply to show themselves off for their husbands pleasure. They were showing sparks of personality as they became rulers in truth and there was nothing the lioness could do but watch helplessly and be grateful that they mostly seemed to ignore her. This was wrong, so terribly wrong, she was frustrated and had no idea what to do to find her way back to her proper humanity.

_No one has come demanding to see me. No one has stood up to their laws. How dare they?! Don't they see that these women have no right to give laws or make demands!? _ She thought and lashed her tufted tail wildly.

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Since she had been changed the women had taken over the ruling of what had been her kingdom and they had done it in such a way that no one had seemed willing to call them on it. Orders had still been sent out through the guards who had been told about what had happened, and they were obeyed. There were petitions that arrived daily and each one was responded to in writing as Prishna and Alosha took over the duel roles of sultan and adviser between the pair of them. Someone should have saw something was wrong, they should have come and put an end to it, but no one approached the women or said anything about it. They seemed to be utterly content with matters while Prishna made sure that Kiral was treated as nothing more than another harem pet. And there had always been pets for them in the harem, that was a matter of fact, but she had never paid attention to how they were treated.

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As sultan he had had always kept a gathering of exotic animals as a matter of course, ones that were designed to inspire and frighten those that saw them, or arouse envy. She had always made sure that her menagerie was kept close to his harem, a mockery of how she felt about the ownership of her females. She had exotic birds and lizards, creatures that were brightly colored and glorious looking to the common eye, there were flashy looking equines and powerful bulls, mixed in with powerful apex predators that she had once viewed as visual hints to his own sexual prowess. It was all supposed to add to the awe people felt about her, and it was simply a matter of course that her wives had made some pets out of the creatures and she had once encouraged it. Such as the exotic birds, but now, now they were making a pet out of their former husband.

She was always put on a heavy silver leash, not given any real room to move away from the heart of the harem. She was wearing a collar decorated in gems and bits of silver, just another tame cat that they could fuss over. It was humiliating, especially when she was given the same amount of freedom that one of the exotic birds was given. She was well fed and watered, she was groomed and pampered, but she couldn't so much as piss without their help and being walked outside. It was a position that lacked even the illusion of power, and she could do nothing about it. She felt lost and frightened, and today she was lashing her tufted tail wildly as she was forced to crouch next to her first wife's legs as the great doors to the harem were opened up. They were never supposed to be opened up, these were her wives, they were not supposed to be seen by anyone except for the sultan.

"I'd almost forgotten that I still needed to address our newest little pet. Are you still sulking?" Prishna murmured as the former sultan heaved a sigh, trying to ignore the feel of the collar around her throat. "We've been so terribly busy lately..I had forgotten that it was time to figure out what we're going to do with our newest member of the harem."

_I want no place in this harem! _ She growled and curled her lip back while the older woman stretched with a slow yawn.

"It's beyond time, she is as spoiled now as she was as a man." Her mother commented, the older woman was sitting in front of stacks of papers, signing them, foraging his signature on matters of state. "Although, we have all been busy making sure the worst didn't come to pass, it's about time you begin to decide what you want to do with her now that she's out of the way."

"Maybe we shouldn't... when he's back to normal...he will be angry" One of the younger wives spoke up, but Prishna's eyes flashed like hard points of fire. "I mean, you don't mean to keep him-

"I told you, Priya, there is no going back now. Not unless the nobles had demanded we produce him for execution, but Alosha is wise enough to keep them placated. Now we must deal with what we are to do with our new cat." Prishna reached over to where the chained leash was hooked to the wall and grabbed it, drawing it tight so that the former man yanked backwards with a rough snarl. "Because we have two choices for her and I think it's only fitting we let her choose which path she wants to take."

She didn't know what their game was, but she didn't want to play it, she refused to play it. She bristled and hunched her head down closer to the ground with a warning rumble as her former wife moved closer with a little smile on her face as the feline whipped her tail back and forth. She had felt somewhat relieved that they had all seemed to be content to ignore her, it let her try to figure out a way to change herself back from the feline state she found herself in. Now, now she found the woman regarding her with an almost malicious light in her eyes as the hold on the lead dragged her in closer. The former sultan's paws dragged against the ground and she hissed, throwing her weight to one side, her tail whipping to one side before Prishna reached out and grabbed the nape of her neck and the loose skin there, scruffing her roughly and yanking her head upwards.

She yowled out in shock and tried to lunge upwards in the air, her forepaws paddling wildly as the yank twisted her to one side, turning her up close towards the reclining body. She kicked her hind paws out, her breathing came in a short hiss as the fingers were holding her with bruising force as her upper body was pulled up close against the line of the upper thighs and belly, leaving her paddling and shoving against her former wife, feeling a surge of fear and anger rising up. Her belly was flashed to the room as she was forced to lean backwards, her head tucked against the smooth stomach, the legs pinching down to either side to keep her wedged in place.

"Such a lovely cat, such a beautiful coat..." Prishna murmured softly, sliding fingers right along her broad chest. "Do you know how many women here have commented we would love a lion skin of their own?"

"It would make things easier for them if the sultan disappeared entirely, after all, where there's life there's hope." Her mother put in as Kiral twisted wildly around, kicking her hind legs out again as she was pulled up and stretched her length out. "There's no chance of him finding his way back to being human again."

"Yes, true... and just feel that coat..." Prishna let out a low laugh as the fingers danced and ran downwards, running along the underfur that travelled all the way down her belly, dancing along the nipples. "We kept you alive this long in case we had to change you back, offer you up as a sacrificial goat for our own lives after all, but it seems that no one is going to struggle against our coup..."

The former sultan tried to get away, her clawless paws pushed wildly at the hand that was sliding down and one of the younger wives moved in with a smile to join in touching her. The sleek little body twisted herself about, writhing and throwing her weight as the fingers danced through the sides of her fur where the coat was thickest. The collar was drawn up tight against her neck, tipping her head all the way back as the two sets of fingers kneaded against her body and squeezed, feeling and drawing up along the soft loose flesh. She had ample flesh to her body, it was a natural coating of a lion that could be drawn outwards as the furrows were drawn through the thick plush coat. Prishna trailed all the way up to the underside of her chin and tipped her head back and turned her cheek up against the upper thigh while a thumb stimulated and rubbed back and forth over the hidden scent gland.

It didn't feel bad at all to be caressed and stroked over, on some level it felt good, but what they were saying was terrifying as they talked about just how soft and thick her coat was. She knew that her colored was appealing at least on some level. The rich golden brown of her sides were dappled with a few darker markings that traveled down the line of her spine and down towards her haunches, lightening to white gold along her belly and inner thighs. The fading coloration was being traced as one of her younger wives danced with a little caress that made her multiple pairs of nipples tighten along her lower belly as she arched herself up in the air. Her toes flexed in reaction as she gave another writhe and twist in place, hissing out angrily.

"She would look good stretched and skin, the fur is perfect, so newly grown there's no bald spots or scarring." Prishna murmured thoughtfully and tipped her hand down towards the other girl. "Would you like her skinned for your use? You could use her for your bed."

"I've never had a lion skin rug before." The little girl answered, the lilting sweet voice high pitched as the lioness stiffened. "But wouldn't a male be better?"

"The long manes shed too easily, then you have a patchy markings." Alosha put in as she looked up from her paper work. "I would fatten her up first. You'd want to make sure she's nicely plumped up to stretch the skin out."

_What?! _The way her mother talk sent a cold feel of fear creeping through her stomach as the girls stroked her, the fingers twisted and caught her stiffened nipple, giving it a firm tug and pull that made the former boy arch up with a yowling cry.

"That's true, she's large, but not large enough yet." She was pulled back and her hind legs splayed slightly as the fingers ran down along the line of the inner thighs with the thumb trailing along one of her nipples. "Is that what we should do, kitten? Fatten you up as our pretty little cat and then turn you in a luxuriously soft blanket?"

_Gods no! _The sultan's eyes flashed open wide and there was a burst of laughter spilling from the women as they all began to pay more attention to what was being said and admired her as she was put on display.

"She's got such a lovely gold coat. Not like Naruba, he is all dark and patchy." One of the women giggled, speaking of the Barbary lion that had been given to Kiral as a gift. "She's got much finer grain to her."

"It would be a waste to have it simply remain on her." Prishna commented while Kiral's heart began to hammer wildly in her ears, the fear growing by the moment. "Perhaps she would be better off that way, she's certainly not fitting to remain in the harem."

"But which one of us would get the fur?" Someone chimed in with a little pout to their voice. "She's not big enough for us all to share."

The talk continued, mockingly filling her ears as her heart hammered a little faster until she couldn't think about anything except the very real terror that came with the fact that they were casually discussing killing her. It wasn't just an idle conversation about how she might look if she were skinned, it was an in depth discussion on what would happen to her tanned hide. How they might be able to cut off certain portions to make fine gloves to be worn or to decorate the cuffs of shirts rather than have it kept as a whole. It made her breath catch strangely in her throat, angry and frustrated feeling until her ears began to burn a deep dark red. Her struggles became less frantic and more defeated as she was caressed and rubbed, her body stretched out as her declawed paws were even drawn out to be examined with commentary on how they alone could be used to make a sort of fingerless glove.

"Poor dear..." Prishna rubbed her cheek right against the curve of her own, teasing up and down lightly. "Do you see now, kitten? If you learn how to behave, to endear yourself to us, we might just keep you as you are instead of using you for your skin. You'll have to earn that, though."

_I don't want any part of this! _ She protested with a writhe, squirming in place again, but the hold kept her pressed back.

"You have one week, little kitten, one week to prove that you're going to be a good girl and a harem pet." Prishna let her slide free slowly, making it a point to scrunch up the fur along her back. "And if you're more of a problem than you are a pleasure, then we'll start getting you all brushed out and ready to make a prime bit of tanned fur."

"I doubt she could manage that, you might as well start to make plans now." One of her wives giggled with amusement, the burst of laughter making no attempt to hide the merriment the idea of having her skinned brought to the young woman.

She was allowed to slide down, the former sultan's ears were burning as there was laughter running from woman to woman as she crouched down. The very fact they had casually talked about skinning her made her wonder just how serious they were. There was no way they would allow her to return to human form, if she were in place as sultan again their lives would be forfeit. That could easily mean they were willing to heave her skinned for their own purposes and forgotten as they took over her entire country. She trembled slightly and hunched back, pulling back on the chain and splaying her large paws open wide. Her toes opened up as Prishna fell back against the throne again and tilted her head forward as if thinking about something before extending out one of her long legs towards her. The bare elegant toes were stretched out, just barely caressing against the curve of her cheek with a little caress.

"Go on, kiss them, kitten." Prishna ordered and ran a toe right along the underside of the chin. "Give us a sign you're willing to learn how to be a good kitty."

_She wants me to lick her feet?! _ She thought with a twist of her stomach, trying to jerk her head away as the toes ran back and forth.

Her pride screamed at her to not do it, but her pride was something that she was able to ignore as she realized that there was little she could do. If she refused she might be seen as refusing the deal, it could mean her very life. She had no doubt that such a murder could happen at their hands, he knew his mother could be ruthless enough and she had already stolen her manhood and humanity. She swallowed as the elegant long foot slipped back and forth, mocking her and forcing her to make a choice. The former man closed his eyes and flicked out a broad red tongue, the sweep of it slid out with a wet slathering curl that pushed itself right down along the underside of the soft sole and then dragged upwards with the slightly salty taste filling her taste buds and her stomach gave a little flip flop.

Prishna sucked in a breath and cooed an approving noise while she started to lick out obediently as the toes wiggled right against her muzzle and she was given no choice but to lick out again and ran her tongue with sweeping pushes and dives downwards. The slathering of her saliva coated against the edges while the flat edges spread open wide and scooped right down around the heel as she let out a breath and when she drew it in she experienced a rush of warm scents. They were rich and strange all at once, uniquely female and slightly bitter as the woman spread her toes and pushed her foot forward so that Kiral had to lick her toes. She pushed between them scooping and twisting around the edges with a wet slathering of saliva that pushed downwards over the edges and then ran a bit lower while the other leg moved around her head and pulled her forward.

"About time she learns how to properly take care of her harem." One of the girls giggled a little bit. "Use that tongue properly now, really get it all over, don't you miss a spot."

They were using things that Kiral had once told them in the bedroom and now it was being used while she began to slurp and lavish her licks up to the toe tips. She slurped wetly, trailing little slathering smears that pushed down along the heel again and swept around. Her tongue was rough as she closed her eyes, tearing up a little bit as her pride was bruised and nearly broken by the degrading act. The other foot slid into view, running along the underside of the chin until she found herself being fed the small well manicured toes. Her lips were spread open wide, suddenly forced to suckle over the tips of the toes. Her muzzle splayed open and she shuddered as she wiggled her tongue out between each of the toes in turn. She suckled and swallowed, drooling slightly as she heard her favorite wife letting out soft approving noises.

One foot drew back a little bit as she licked around the ankle, tasting the faint mixture of sweat in with the smooth clean skin. Kiral did her best to not thinking about just what she was doing and how she was acting, but to simply do it. She pushed her tongue out again, sweeping upwards as the toes wiggled and curled against the oral appendage. Her breathing came out faster and faster, huffing out a hot humid breath before another foot pushed into view and she jerked her head back. The lioness blinked to see another of the women moving her toes out in direction with a spread of the toes meant to taunt her. Kiral jerked her head back as the foot pushed into view and right beneath the line of her chin expectantly.

"Go on, kitten, don't you want to show you're invested in being a part of our harem?" Alosha spoke up from the other side of the room. "If you had listened growing up you would know the importance of taking care of your own. Then perhaps you'd still be human, or at least male."

She folded her ears back, tensing up, but then she forced herself to lick out with a slathering run of the tongue that pushed down towards the curve of the heel. She pushed over the edges and gave a slide upwards, trailing a wet caress of saliva that coated the edges. Her breathing coming out a bit faster as she started to push and twist her tongue around the line of the smaller foot. She suckled against the tips of the toes, pulling backwards with a wet little popping sound before pushing forward again as the digits wiggled and deliberately pushed the toes right into her maw. It was deep enough that she was nearly choking on the taste, her breathing came out a little ragged. Her tail tip lashed back and forth while her ears burned in utter humiliation as there was another burst of giggling going on.

They were all paying attention to her, mocking her, lording over how far she had fallen as her tongue twisted over the edges. The rasping push of the tongue ran towards the bottom of the heel again. The little strands of saliva coated over the toes, hanging from her lips before they broke free. She was letting out a ragged little noise as fingers ran down along the back of her neck. The tongue pushed up and twisted between the toes again, rolling to taste the mixture of salt and sour on her tongue. She let out a choked noise in her throat, hunching her back a little bit before she pulled her head backwards again, licking over her whiskers with a push and slide over the edges. Prishna leaned forward with a little bit of a rich laugh, the woman stroking her fingers along the line of her own stomach. There was a slight brightness to her eyes mocking her.

"Now, that's the first time that I've felt aroused by anything you've done." The woman licked her lips as a girl slipped her foot out for similar treatment. "You'll have to do better if you plan on keeping that coat on yourself, though, you have to earn your place here."

They were words Kiral had used often on new girls that he brought here, but they were chilling hearing them coming out of her wife's lips. Especially when she was hinting at that the other option was death.

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The sound of the chirping birds filled the air, twittering and sweet sounding while Kiral tried her best to pretend that she was sound asleep as the harem woke up for the morning. She had spent the night, not in the comfort of a bed, but with her leash tied tight so her only option was the sleep on the floor. Prisha had used her to warm her feet, the bare toes had been stuffed right against her tender belly so that the icy toes had made her flinch angrily, trying her best to get away from the attention, but there was no where she could go for any of it. She was frustrated and humiliated, uncomfortable as she moved herself with a little ripple of her back and twitched an ear to hear a few people starting to get ready for the day. The little splashes in the bathing room telling her that the servants had already gotten up and started to ready baths for her wives.

The fact that she had been made to sleep on the floor all night left her feeling more humbled than she had ever experienced. She had half expected some of the younger women to come and try to make her comfortable one way or another. Perhaps to even try to slyly help her. They had all professed to love her, after all, why wouldn't they want to do their best to help her? No one had helped here. There had been quite a few bursts of laughter, mockery that had followed her had been biting, commenting that she was harmless as a house kitten now that she had been changed. Her blunted teeth were useless, she couldn't even have bitten through butter with the way they were changed. Her paws were soft and her toes felt so strange without any sort of nails. They could do whatever they wanted to her and she couldn't do anything to strike back against them.

_I'd think at least one of them would want to be in my good graces. _ She thought with her ears pricking forward a little bit as she shifted and felt the toes on her belly curling and flexing firmly against spots where the fur was the thinnest.

Not even her guards had come in to see her, they had all passed through without glancing at her, obeying Alosha as her mother had taken things well in hand. The woman had a knack on making things appear as if she should be the one giving orders, but that's also why Kiral had been warned that she was dangerous. She had taken the reins of the kingdom firmly enough that people were often talking about the fact that she would have been the power behind the throne. The former boy turned her eyes to look at Prishna as the woman began to shift in the bed, pulling her feet back finally and stretching. Her favorite was smart and had obviously controlled the magic, but perhaps it was her mother behind the decision to do this to her. That meant that her allies would begin to look to her, perhaps even making an overthrow to rescue her.

"Mmm how was your night, kitten?" Prishna greeted her and a hand slid down to rub behind her ears. "You were quite pleasant to keep my feet warm, you've been wasted as a human."

Kiral gave a little hiss, but that only earned her a burst of laughter, the fingers ran against her ear with enough of a slide that made her arch despite herself. When I get changed back I will have her executed first for this. If I had known she was a witch I never would have married her!

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"Time for you to start your new life, we don't want you getting too pampered. We don't need a spoiled little pet." She said and moved her hand down in a final stroke before standing up with a slow stretch. "And it's about time you learn to take part in our morning ablutions."

That made the former sultan pin her ears back unhappily, but she didn't have any chance to say no, there wasn't even a question about what she was going to be doing. The heavy chain that was used to keep her contained was unhooked at the mid point, lifting it up so that it tugged against the weight of the collar. She gave a little bit of a shake and tried to pull backwards, but Prishna only moved her hand down to grip against the base of the leash and gave a little pull that forced her to stand nearly on tip toe. Her head was pushed up against the line of the hip, pressing against the edges while her breathing came out in a short little hitch. Her ears were pulled flat back as she was hauled forward, trying to ignore the fact that the waking women were watching her with interest. A few of them started to laugh behind their hands, eyes following her as she was forced to parade across the room.

She kept her tail tucked down low along her haunches, curling as much as she could between her legs to keep herself from flashing the room. She felt her cunny lips there, the pursed lips could so easily be flashed about, a sex that she'd never had. She folded her ears down tight to her head as she was pulled towards the door that led towards the bathing room. Some people were splashing around all ready, the early birds who wanted to get their bath while the water was almost too hot to be born. She flinched, halfway expecting herself to be dragged into the bathing room for whatever new torment was about to be given to her, but she wasn't. The chained leash was pulled up tight to the wall to a ring set near the door. Normally it was used to hang towels to dry, but now it was used to keep her in place right next to the door, making Kiral's head droop down miserably.

"Ladies!" Prishna chirruped out loudly, clapping her hands to get their attention. "We want to make sure our kitten is going to be welcomed and trained properly from the start. From now on, she will start each day greeting everyone. Before you come to bathe, you will take your shoes off and she will bathe your feet for you in greeting."

"Oh my!" A girl giggled and brightened up while Kiral flinched in humiliation. "She's going to lick all of our feet?"

"Yes, and more to the point, any servant that comes to tend the baths for us will be cleaned as well. Anyone who walks past her with their shoes off with will be greeted." Prishna murmured and looked down at Kiral. "That means all their feet, around and between their toes, everything, and if you don't do it properly then you'll be taken around the palace on a leash and lick the feet of every servant and slave in the building."

That made her heart flip flop, gaping a little bit while she pulled back against the wall as Prishna moved away from her with a little laugh. She could see the women watching her, some were already pulling off their shoes, tugging them free and putting them to one side. The way they did it made her wonder how much they realized that she'd be humiliated more than she had words to express by being forced to lick the feet of those who were lesser than she was. It was a sharply debasing and humiliating prospect, a blow to what little pride that she had left in her. She whipped her tail back and forth a bit faster as she curled her lip backwards, showing her blunted useless teeth.

"What is more, no one will wear shoes any longer. There is no need to keep your feet clean when she is going to do it for you." Prishna offered while one of the older girls came forward, her hips swaying a little bit. "I want to make sure that's licking every last inch of those feet, no matter how dirty they are."

Kiral wanted to snarl, the idea was unbearable, worse than just licking clean feet, and if she was doing it before they had their baths that would be when they were the dirties. She hunched her head down angrily while the first girl came forward with a little swing of her hips, bouncing them back and forth. It was one of her older wives, younger than Prishna, her eyes quite bright looking while the feet moved forward and one of them moved out and lifted up into the air, the sole facing down at her. The former sultan lowered her ears all the way down to the flat of her head as the toes wiggled expectantly towards her and pushed out to bounce right against her nose, the scent sharply female as they pushed against her lips and Kiral was forced to push her tongue outwards to give a full smooth lick that ran right under the sole and pushed all the way up towards the tips of the toes.

Her broad red tongue began to surge higher up in the air, twisting around the toe tips with a slide and rub that slathers saliva over the edges with a messy spill against the edges. The hot breath puffed out as the salty sweaty taste of the girl filed her senses and made her breathe out a little faster and her stomach tensed up a little bit. She withheld the urge to make a disgusted noise as she pushed her tongue down along the underside of the sole and pushed down towards the heel. Her breathing speeding up as the next tongue swipe ran upwards between the toes again, leaving wet trails of saliva as she cleaned away the bits of dirt and sweat with the swipes, tasting over and over as the girl pushed her toes forward and stuffed them right into her maw. She muffled a noise and closed her eyes while she slathered her tongue about, and that was only the beginning.

The girls seemed to find it all in great fun to have their feet licked by her as if she were some sort of new game for them to play. She had licked three girls feet in a row, having the wet her tongue constantly as she couldn't get away thanks to the leash, and there were still more. None of them seem to be in any hurry, they didn't try to rush her, instead they were making sure that she was taking her time with all of them. Some of them liked it more than others, letting out little gasps and cries that echoed out from the parted lips. There was a definitive needy noise that even made her feel uncomfortably aroused with what she was doing, those feelings confusing her and making her even more humiliated by how she was behaving through all of it. Why did she enjoy it? She shouldn't have enjoyed it! It made her ears fold back as the next woman came up, far older than the rest, and she felt a cold shock as her own mother slipped off her sandals.

"Oh don't look so shocked, I agree with Prishna, you need to learn some manners. And you have treated me badly in the past. Time for you to treat me properly." Alosha said, her lips curved up in a smug smile. "This look suits you, mute and chained up, being used for your tongue. It's a better look than arrogant ignorant sultan."

Kiral jerked her head back in shock at that commentary, her ears going harder back against her head as her mother deliberately extended her foot out. It was a demand, not tentative, and there were no giggles or shy little dips of her eyes, her mother stared at her expectantly before she flicked her tongue out again. Her tongue pushed free and began to slide over the line of the foot and swept upwards. The little powerful rolls twisted and pumped lightly, twisting between the toes with little swipes and curls, building up the touches as the raw taste of her mother filled her maw. She flinched, her ears and cheeks burning in humiliation from the act, but she still obeyed the demand that she lick the sole and pushed up towards the toes. Her mother actually let out a soft sound of pleasure, the shift of the toes curled a little bit before the toes pushed forward and stuffed into her muzzle, forcing her lips to spread open wider in response.

She was nearly choking as the toes stuffed further onto her tongue, wetly rubbing against the expanse of her tongue and gave a little rub. Her breathing came out in a short burst, her chest tightening a little bit while she pushed her tongue upwards. She had to suckle against the edges, pulling backwards just a little bit before she pushed forward again, breathing out a rush while her mother nearly purred. The weight balanced backwards as the slow wiggling toes made her lick between them, tasting the mixture of sweat and dust. Her eyes flashing a little bit while the pull backwards trailed so that her tongue could push down along the sole. Her nose wrinkling upwards a little bit while Alosha reached down and gripped her chin firmly, rubbing her toes back and forth, making her choke a little bit. Her eyes widening as she saw a slight hint of desire in her mother's familiar eyes. Desire that she had never expected to see in those eyes, making her stomach tense up.

"You had better get used to his, my daughter." Alosha murmured, that rich smooth voice drilling the words home. "You're going to be expected to service me as well as the rest of the women. You are no longer their husband, you are no longer really my daughter, you are the lowest of the low here. A kitten to be used. No matter how low their rank, you are going to attend them. You are no sultan. You are a slave."

Kiral closed her eyes and stifled a noise, her breathing turning ragged as she swallowed around the foot, coating it with streams of saliva, her body shaking in place as she was horrified to realize that it was true. All of it was true. What sultan would have done this? She was no sultan. Even if she returned to her human form, how could she ever be looked at with respect again?

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"Come here, kitty kitty..." The sweet little voice was a sing song call that made Kiral bristle with anger as she saw fingers dancing back and forth in front of her to tease her. "Come here...."

It was the same tone and sing song pattern that was used to summon her for any manner of reasons as the last few weeks she had become a literal pet in the harem. She was forced to behave as if she were a stupid animal with no mind of her own if she wanted to survive, and the sound of one of the females calling her made the former sultan pad over with her head hanging low. She dragged the chain along behind her as she watched one of his younger wives leaning back with an expectant look on her face that was designed to call her forward. The lioness hunched her shoulders and watched as the fingers wiggled back and forth, teasing right along her inner thighs before the feet stretched out towards her expectantly as she let out a short choked noise.

The toes wiggled a little bit and the former man leaned her muzzle down with her ears pulled back flat to her head as the movements danced back and forth just under her chin. She was expected to greet her former wives by cleaning their feet with her tongue, no matter what she was doing she had to greet them when they demanded it. It was supposed to teach her humility, but all it did was make her feel more and more angry by the moment as her nostrils flared. The toes wiggled a little bit as she took another step forward and folded her ears back before she licked out, sliding between the toes with a wet trail that moved over the edges and left little strands behind. She began to push downwards as the foot lifted up higher in the air and she heard the sound of other women talking in the room.

"So far we've had no issues making sure that they're alright with our rule." Prishna's commentary was smug as she went over the moments of the day with Kiral's mother.

She pushed her tongue downward and began to run the broad expanse right down along the undersides toward the heel while she knew that the rest of the room was watching her. She couldn't do more than flinch and twitch her ears to either side while her tongue dipped and swept over the edges. The wet slathering movements gathered up the taste of the female on her tongue, sending a slight shiver running down the line of her spine. The rush of desire was nothing at all like what she had felt as a human man. She had used to be able to simply take what she wanted from the women, she had been able to be in control and get everything she desired from them, but not any longer. Now she was forced to bow her head to their desires as she lavished her tongue and twisted right around the calf. Her breathing came out in short heavy pants as the wet trail moved to either side of the large toe and dove about wildly.

She pushed the saliva along the underside, the hot breath sent a backwash of rich scents that were filling her nose. It made her chest tighten as the other foot move to trail along her cheek and made her lick harder to push between the sole of the foot and ankle. The wet mixture made the scent of the girl filled her nose and made her stomach tense up slightly. The confusing arousal that came from the humiliating act of attending the girl and crouched down close to the ground as she wriggled her hips and parted her legs open wide. Her damp feet rubbed right along the line of her cheeks, smoothing along the rounded ears and rubbed them back and forth, mockingly teasing her with a glimpse of the ripe sleek folds that she had so frequently enjoyed in the past.

The fingers slid to either side of the ripe pussy, the fingers spreading herself open as Kiral lapped her tongue around the ankle and down along the heel again. She rasped firmly and pushed up along the line of the calf as the girl rubbed herself, stroking lightly while holding herself on display so that the ripe bud of the clit, coaxing her higher up. She felt herself reacting to that sight, the warm flush of desire that running through her lower belly and warming her. She had the unfamiliar sense of heat building up while she rocked from paw to paw, flashing the fat thick lips of her own cunny while her tail whipped back and forth. She crept higher and higher, guided by the fingers that moved to either side to splay herself open.

"A shame she never learned how to use that mouth while she was still human." One of the women laughed. "Looks like she's getting all wet in the pussy even seeing it.

"Is she?" One of her newest wives spoke up laughing as Kiral moved forward with a shudder and nuzzled right against the inner thighs.

The former sultan moved her head forward between the legs, tasting the sweet scent of arousal on the air as she slid her head forward and then pushed her muzzle forward with a bit more force. Her tongue flicked out, the broad muscle pushed out to slide right against the plush full lips, scraping upwards with a scrape and drag. She pushed forward to taste the first edge of juices that made her remember what it felt like to be a male, the visceral pleasure made her stomach tense up as her tongue worked and wedged the thick lips open. The walls started to spread as she lavished her tongue up through the outer edges and pushed forward, wedging into the narrow passage. The taut walls started to flex open and strain along the tip of her tongue while she heard the girl groaning out above her. It wasn't the first time her tongue had been used for pleasure, but each time it was painfully pleasurable. Her body was running hot as she stuffed the tongue into the passage, straining the walls open wider and wider, feeling the them clutch down.

As her tongue tip curled upwards she felt the juices pushing along the line of her lips messily, making her breathing come out in a ragged burst as a hand moved to grab the base of her tail. There was laughter, the girls watching as the lioness gaped her jaws wide, jaws that should have been powerful and deadly, and they were mocking her for it. Her tongue pushed inwards as deep as she could manage, glutting the narrow passage as the walls close down tightly. The tongue tip flicked upwards, pulling backwards again with a wet trail as the fingers hiked her tail up all the way away from her glistening mound and she felt them curling against her, sliding down in a V. She stiffened and muffled a noise as she plunged her tongue right into the girls passage and stuffed it in even deeper.

"How wet! Maybe you really wanted to be a harem girl instead of trying to act like a boy." The girl behind Kiral said and giggled, a finger slipped down to rub right against her puffy vulva. "This was your real calling, pretty kitten!"

The former sultan wanted to snarl a response, instead she pushed the line of the tongue into the narrow passage and dragged backwards. The inner walls contracted and suckled against her tongue as she began to drive in deeper, twisting the tongue tip upwards. Her muzzle was mashed against the puffy mound, stretching the lips wider as the girl moaned out in pleasure. The weight arched up higher in their air as the legs closed right around her shoulders. The real distraction came with one of her former wives running a finger right between her legs and began to spread her tender passage open. It was a shock of sensation, one that made her want to cry out in shock as the powerful plunge spread the silky inner walls open wide. The internal walls began to work and suckle, trying to pull the finger in deeper inside of her body.

She let out a rough growling cry against the puffy glistening pussy, her tongue dragging out, coated in a stream of wet arousal that clung to her tongue before she panted out. Her entire body was tensed up while she pranced on her hind legs and then there was another push of a finger against her lips. The little glide upwards pushed right against the bud of her clit and startled her into twisting her tongue backwards. Her muzzle was being coated in wet arousal, running along the underside of her chin as she pushed her tongue back into her wife's narrow passage again. He began to lavish with powerful rubs of her barbed tongue, her breathing came out in hot rich eruptions. Her toes curled down, the clawless toes flexed and dragged as she muffled a low yowling noise.

"Such a horny little kitten, poor baby must have wanted someone to come and give her such treatment. Just look at how messy and wet she is." The girl behind her taunted.

"Oh I can hear that from here. How juicy our kitty is!" Prishna called out from where she was working on paper with Kiral's mother.

The fingers stuffed inside of her, working and spreading the walls wider and wider so that she was squirming in place, prance stepping with her hind legs. The wet strands of arousal clung to the edges of her mouth as she began to lick harder, muffling her cries as she felt the sudden dig of the fingers pumped in deeper, stretching her open wide. Her inner walls flexed as she felt the surge of fire rising up deeper in her chest while she pushed herself back onto the fingers. She didn't seem to have any real control over her body any more, she was consumed with the desire that was tearing over her lower body. She splayed her muzzle open wide, rolling her tongue in deeper and then pulled backwards. The rasping length scraped and tugged right along the rise of the g-spot so that the girl let out a throaty call of delight, the rippling push upwards grinding the damp clit right against the bridge of her nose.

The strands of arousal were clinging to her whiskers, the scent of rushing to fill her nose before the fingers added another one, the girls were stretching her open wide. The inner lips were strained open wide, showing her narrow passage that was trying to clamp down around nothing. Her toes flexed down against the ground as the girl's legs flexed against her shoulders. The sudden dig downwards lifted the bare hips up before Kiral heard the high pitched burst of pleasure coming from her. The walls closed down around her tongue as she felt the the hot slick cum coating her senses. The hot breath panted out while she pushed her ass up into the air, presenting herself to the teasing rubs taunting over her folds, the way they splayed her open making her stomach give another flip flop of humiliation.

"That's right, kitten, you're doing so well. You were just born for this." The girl fingering her said with a little laugh. "You're going to have to do me next!"

"And then me." Another one chimed in with a giggle. "By then she's going to be sopping wet. She's such a slutty kitten."

_I'm not a slut! _ Kiral tried to protest as she lifted her muzzle from the quivering folds, but made a lie of that thought as she let out a groaning cry as the fingers taunted back through her again.

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Prishna watched her former husband pleasuring one of her wive in such a way that she never would have deigned to do if she were still male. The feline muzzle was pushed in deep between the legs as the tongue was being stuffed outwards, feeding itself into the girl and spreading the puffy vulva open wide. The hot sounds were distracting as she looked over the books with Alosha, trying her best to keep her attention on what was being said instead of the fact that the lioness was being forced to use her tongue without thought to her own bodily pleasures. She had begun to steadily break down, her eyes had lost some of the fight when she was being made to lick each of their feet. She suspected that she was even beginning to crave the attention it gave her.

_I wonder how long until she even forgets she was really a male before. _ Prishna thought with a twitch of her lips, sliding her eyes back down to the paperwork.

For the first time in years things were running smoothly in the country. Alosha knew what needed to be done to make sure that things were peaceful and Prishna was cunning when it came to making sure that anyone who would question them could be put on a back burner. The nobles had begun to accept that life was easier with them in charge, they perhaps suspected that they had killed him, but it didn't matter when life was improving. No one had been executed in weeks and there was every indication that at least one of the pregnant wives would give birth to a suitable heir. That would legitimize them and they wouldn't make the mistakes that had been made with Kiral with a new young heir.

When it came to the inner portions of the city and palace they had benefited as they had made sure that they reversed the edicts that Kiral had passed down that had taxed them nearly into poverty. She doubted any of them would even remember his name after a few more months, they'd only be thankful that they were taken care of. Trade had even prospered and there were more than a few neighboring rulers that had pushed to arrange for marriages between the newly 'widowed' women of the harem. There was only one thing to settle now, but unfortunately it was a daunting one as they had received intelligence from the more hostile countries.

"We still have the problem of those wanting a hostile takeover." Alosha murmured and pushed the paper across the counter, her eyes roving over them with an a frown on her face. "They're going to take our lack of a male head as a reason to push themselves on us."

"Push themselves? We have enough of a standing army to put a stop to that." Prishna commented and watched as the lioness began to get into her work, the girl was riding the muzzle and squirming.

"A standing army will not prevent one of them from making a proposition to marry you or me, or to take over the harem itself and do away with possible rivals." Alosha grimaced slightly. "There were those that tried after my husband died."

"So we turn them back at sword point." She dismissed and shifted a little bit, watching as the lioness' long red tongue began to work faster, stuffing into the narrow passage.

"They are powerful in their own right, offend them and they can rally others." Alosha tipped her head forward and gave a slight smile. "But your magic with Kiral has offered us other options if you're willing to take them. We only need a strong male that will appear to others strong enough to turn them away. A pride of lionesses does all the work, but a male is still needed to keep other males away."

"True.." Prishna agreed, licking her lips a little while she continued to watch the show going on with a brow raised up a little bit. "Are you suggesting that we turn an animal into a man for our own use?"

"Why not? They need to be strong and powerful enough to keep other suitors at bay, and pliable enough that he listens to us. Why not put a lion among us?" Alosha persisted easily. "If you can manage it, it would be a suitable substitute to the problem."

Prishna knew her magic could be used that way, but it would take some real effort to make it work. She would have to do a bit of mind control and careful illusion to make it seem as if the construct were speaking. Alosha had brought up some good points about possibly being overcome by rival men who were willing to risk near war to take over the palace. She shifted and glanced towards the doors that led to the outdoors where Kiral had always kept the menagerie of exotic pets. She knew that there was at least one lion out there, though she had no idea if he were tame or wild, those things were minor details that could be cured with a careful application of magic.

"Poor kitten, just look how wet you are now." One of the girls was giggling across the room, slapping the fat lioness cunny lips from where the girls were enjoying their harem kitten.

The lioness was letting out shrill noises, her hips were hiked up high in the air as she prance stepped in place, rocking back and forth uselessly as her wet muzzle was burrowed in another girl's loins, obediently attending her. A thought began to form in the back of Prishna's mind as she considered the lion in the menagerie. Why not enjoy the set up properly? It was about time to make sure that their former husband was well and truly inducted into the harem. And she wouldn't be a true member of it until she had been fucked by her new 'husband'. The woman let out a soft laugh to herself as she imagined Kiral's eyes when she realized what was going to happen. She would have to take her time to manipulate her into going into season, after all, what good was a hard fuck if she didn't end up swollen with cubs.

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Kiral listened to the sound of music and the entertaining young dancers that had been summoned into the harem room to amuse the women, her head turned away from the sight as once more she was being forced to act as a foot rest for one of the women. She was stretched out with her back right under the calves as the girls were watching the show, a sense of anticipation was growing on the air while they looked about. They loved having entertainment for the day and Prishna had begun to filter in some of the garnered wealth into their comfortable lives in return for their help running the country. To make it worse, she was forced to be a part of the every day life, acting as living furniture and pet both, without a single ability to take care of herself.

"Here, kitten, you want something to eat?" The girl, Timia, offered her a bit of raw meat with her finger tips.

The former sultan forced himself to lick out with a sweep of his tongue to scoop up the taste of the raw gob of meat on her tongue. That's the only way she was allowed to be fed now when she was able to eat it from the tips of peoples fingers. She wasn't allowed to eat from a plate on the ground, she had to earn her meals by behaving well. Behaving well meant doing whatever needed to be done with the women of the harem. Her mouth was constantly coated in the scent of their arousal, she could tell them apart by taste, she was like a whore. Her own mother mocked her for it, often commenting on her performance as if she were supposed to be working to improve herself. Improve herself! These women were here only to bear her children, they weren't supposed to be her masters! It was galling, but no matter what she thought, she still ate the globs of meat.

"Prishna said that she's found a new sultan for us." One of the girls said next to them, the little giggle almost nervous sounding. That brought Kiral's head jerking to one side as the laughter filled the air.

"I heard that too, but we're going to interview him." Timia picked up another bit of meat, flexing her feet right over Kiral's back, rubbing her toes into the thick fur. "I hope that he's well hung, it'd be nice to actually feel something for once."

"RRRRFF!" Kiral snarled and pinned her ears backwards against her head at the comment, only to have another girl nudge her haunches with a toe.

"Aww poor kitten, don't worry, I heard that he's going to be picked out especially with you in mind. It's about time you become a member of the harem." The dark haired girl mocked, making the former boy feel a sick little lurch in his stomach.

"She's just upset that she might not get to eat us out so often." Timia tossed the meat at her paws. "Don't worry, kitty, your tongue is so lovely, you can even clean us up afterwards."

"I just hope that he's going to be good in bed."

The talk was mocking over her head, making her bristle with rage as she hunched her shoulders down and whipped her tail back and forth. She hadn't been bad in bed! They had all been had by her and she had had a good time. Kiral tried to recover her pride as she shifted under the legs only to have a foot push itself right over her forepaws casually. Her cheeks burned hotly as it was presented to her, but she didn't hesitate to run her tongue outwards to swipe along the outer edges and ran against the very tips. The slathering pushes danced over the edges and curled between the toes wildly, pulling upwards towards the tips with a wet trailing that coated itself downwards. They were talking about possible men that were expected to step into the role and she found it more humiliating to hear that they weren't talking about other nobles.

Some vengeful part of her had hoped that one of the nobles would make a hostile take over the harem. After all, why wouldn't they try to take over the gathering of women and make them their own, it wouldn't take much to bring them back to order. Her mother had certainly earned the position to be put in her place, it would serve her right. The woman was supposed to protect her and instead of protecting her she was being forced to act like a slave. She flinched as they giggled over their disappointment on her cock size while her tongue lavished between the toes, smearing wetly along them. She hadn't been small, she knew that! They were just trying to humiliate her further, there was no denying that they were always treating her like some sort of slave. But she'd show them! That witch might have cursed her into this shape, but she'd eventually get back to normal!!

She was squirming and starting to bathe the heel of the foot with more attention, trying to throw herself into the action rather than listen to what was being said about the possibility of a new man in the harem. Perhaps she could find a way to convince Prishna to allow her to turn back as long as she kept in the background. She wouldn't matter if she were in charge anymore, she'd happily act as their slave if she was allowed to be male and human again. Just being human again was enough for her, she would beg and debase herself, she would show just how much she had learned about behaving. She couldn't even recall what it felt like having human hands anymore, she couldn't recall much about human life.

She was pushing her tongue further between the toes, starting to get into the motion when a hand slid along the line of her spine. The former boy tipped her hips upwards, her ears going red as the automatic reaction to the caress had her hiking her tail upwards as the other hand moved to run along her her tail itself. The fingers closed down and pumped against her before smoothing down the length of the tail, clutching firmly so that she muffled a low noise. Her tongue pushed its way against the heel as the heat poured along the line of cheek as she realized today was going to be a day that she'd be fingered and mocked for the fact her body reacted like a female to their teasing.

"You've been behaving so well, Kiral, I'd almost forgotten you had ever been in power." Prishna's voice came with the slide of the fingers wrapping around the base of her tail and pulled backwards. "It's almost as if you've been learning your lesson."

The former sultan jerked her head up and let out a low noise, the sound bursting free as she twisted her head away from the foot she had been licking to stare at her former favorite. She tried to put a pleading look in her eyes as the hand on the base of her tail spread out to rest against the warm muscles, flexing a little bit as the Timia moved her hands up away from her back so she could stand up with a tremor. She felt a surge of heat while there was a squeeze that kneaded against the muscles, the woman pulled her backwards along the pillows as she squirmed. The touch spread the fingers outwards and dipped down right along the underside of her tail with a forceful flex that pushed right along her inner thighs. Her hips hiked up higher in the air, bracing herself with a tremor as the hands slid down to slide along the sweep of her belly, the touch spreading outwards to run right along the nipples so that she let out a short hissing breath.

"Ohhh is it today?" Timia chirped up brightly and giggled while Kiral jerked in place as the nipples were squeezed and rolled, making the pink nubs tighten up.

"Alosha is doing the honors of bringing her daughter her new husband." Prishna laughed and ran her fingers down a bit further along the stiffened teats. "Come now, ladies, lets move away from our kitten. Remember what our former husband said, the first night has to be witnessed by all of his wives, it's an important night for them."

_I'm not a wife! _ Kiral felt a surge of guilt and horror at the casual way that they spoke about her becoming a wife.

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It had once been a joke that he had amused himself with when one of the women that had come to her had been shy about the act. She'd thought it funny to watch her blush and try to hide as she had fucked her hard and deep. She tried to go forward, stepping away from the woman before the hand moved to slide up to against the line of her ass and trailed up between the legs. The fingers spread open wide before the touch moved to either side of her mound, rubbing forward with a little caress that shocked her as there was a sudden surge of heat that made her yowl out. It was like a trail of fire that pushed through her passage, making her eyes snap open wide before she flailed and twisted around, trying to swipe with one declawed paw to shove against the shoulder as the heat began to push out further. It was a roll of fire, burning sharply low in her stomach so she felt a cramp tighten against her underbelly in a strange surge of sensation.

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"Ah ah... poor thing, don't you want to be ripe and fertile for your new husband?" Prishna mocked her as she flipped onto her side, yowling out with a fierce burst.

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Her tail was pinned under a knee, forcing her to hold in place as one finger began to slide forward and began to sink into her passage, spreading her lips open wide as there was a hot lance of sensation that poured through her cunny. Where the finger touch, it grew worse, the flesh began to redden and grow swollen as she kicked both hind paws out against her former wife. The young lioness was shaking in place at the new sensations that were tearing through her, refusing to hold back as she felt the next forceful slide of the finger driving into her narrow channel. Her walls were being strained wide as the puffy outer lips began to gape wider and wider, the heat ran through her inner uterine walls, making her eyes bulge wide as she realized what the magic was doing to her.

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Her body was being pushed into season, her ripe ovaries stimulated into releasing and priming for her ovum while her cunny began to stretch open wider. It was growing thicker as the lips began to purse together, the inner walls were growing glossy and tightening. The wetness pushed out over the edges, clear and thick with her estrus while she lashed her body wildly in place, trying to get away as the heat made her walls contract down. Her nose picked up the harsh sweet scent of feline heat was on the air, humiliatingly sharp as the tongue pushed forward. The finger tip curled at just the right angle that she felt it bottoming out, pushing right against the barrier of her cervix. Her stomach cramped down again while she twisted her lips back in a useless protest as the nudging finger spread a spark of fire in a new place.

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The narrow opening that protected her vulnerable womb began to swell open, it began to dilate and open up towards her ripening belly. Her walls closed down, suckling the line of the finger as if it were a cock, her cheeks flushed a hot deep red. She folded her ears down tight to her head, trying her best to ignore the sensation of need and desire rising up in the back of her neck. She gave a twist and writhe,rolling her haunches before the finger drew backwards with a smooth stroke. The wet trail of arousal clung to the finger as Prishna moved above her, smiling wickedly as the finger pulled free with a wet slurping noise. Her internal walls closed down tightly, her puffy mound clamped shut while her breathing turned into a ragged noise. Her hind legs were splayed wide as the woman stood up, her stomach stood out with the perked nipples showing from the thick white coat.

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"Mmm pretty little kitten, you ready to have a fat swollen litter of kittens?" Prishna mocked her and tilted her head. "You ready to get a taste of real cock?"

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_No! No I'm not! _Kiral rolled over, twisting wildly with a tremor rocking the line of her spine as there was a low growl that filled the room.

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The rich heavy sound burst free and made her freeze as she realized the back doors had been opened by his mother, and she was not alone. The slender woman was walking in with a heavy iron chain in her hands and on the other end was a familiar looking creature padding beside her. The Barbary lion was massive, heavy bodied with a large head and an ebony black mane that made him appear double in size. His shoulders were higher than her mother's waist as he padded in with a flick of his broad ears, the muzzle parted slightly to show sharp white teeth that were curled inwards. The frighteningly large paws were spread open wide on the ground, the tips of black claws just barely visible as the long ropy tail lashed back and forth behind him as he swung his head around. The golden-tan coat was glowing in the light with good health, and brought with him a sharp rich scent that made her stomach give a strange tightening leap.

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The cat had been a gift from another sultan when he had been just a cub. He was a rare breed of lion, one that had been priceless when he had been delivered. It had been a thrill to raise him, when Kiral had still been male she had used the cat as a status symbol. Unlike the more common African animals they were heavier and larger, nearly twice the weight of a normal lion and the creature was meant to make others fear him. Granted, Volas was harmless, the big male was a sweet heart of a cat, he enjoyed human company a great deal and had never given a hint of trouble to anyone handling him. Except now she felt a surge of fear as the male's golden eyes slid over the room and there was a rumble as they fixated on her.

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Kiral had always intended on trying to find a rarer female for him, intending on keeping a small pride for herself, they were lovely animals after all. She'd just never been able to get a chance to get her hands on one, which left the big male with his only relief his own tongue. Until now. The eyes were fixed on her while she shrank backwards and felt her heart beating wildly in her chest while the creature padded forward and rumbled. The large muzzle opened up to let out a low roaring cry, pulling against the leash as the thick harsh scent of male grew stronger on the air. His eyes brightened as the lips curled back, whiskers bristled while he sampled the air and seemed to be running the scent of the female over and over his tongue. The chest was heaving up and down, the heavy pants growing worse as the large beast tipped his head all the way back before letting out another low growl.

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"Oh he likes you, sweety." Prishna murmured and ran a hand right down the line of his back, trailing all the way down to her tail. "Are you ready for your new husband?"

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_No! _ Her eyes moved towards her mother who was keeping a firm hold on the lions chained leash, letting him walk forward, but very slowly.

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"I picked him especially for you, as I recall. When you were more of a man." Alosha mocked and Kiral began to tremble in place, her breathing catching in his chest. "Wet already? And we were just arguing if you were a virgin or not considering how many times you've been grinding on our fingers."

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The lioness was frozen in place as the male let out another low yowling cry, the lips peeled back while there was a low heavy swing of the head. The scent of male was filling her nose, it was alluring and terrifying all at once as there was a run of the fingers right against the base of his tail. The scrape of them ran against the base of her tail while she hiked her hips up in the air, pushing up higher in the air to flash the swollen lips of her vulva. Her stomach twisted strangely while the lips curled back again and the normally docile lion suddenly lunged forward. The heavy chain was pulled tight around his neck as he tried to surge towards her in a desperate air that was nothing at all like the easy going animal that she was familiar with.

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Her leash was grabbed, pulling tight and her head was forced up against Prishna's calves as the male advanced and she realized that the lion was even larger than she remembered. The creature that loomed above her was easily twice her size, the weight of the chest and body gave him more weight while the longer muscular legs gave him more height. His head was massive as he brought with him the thick rank scent of male sex on the air. She yanked back against the leash, feeling it tighten down to the point that she couldn't do more than writhe backwards, rearing up on her hind legs. That only put her up at head level with the powerful lion who stuck his head out and snuffled out in a hot rush, the heavy muzzle pushing forward until she felt the breath hitting against her shoulder. Taking in her scent, making her heart start to hammer faster, her stomach unwillingly heating up with a strange surge of desire.

"Now now, behave for him, don't you want to impress him? Make him see just how badly you need him?" Alosha said and gave the leash more slack. "You always said women were happiest when being serviced, I suppose you'll be able to show me that now."

Kiral tried to get free, twisting around again as the massive lion loomed over the edges while there was a hot rush of breath that ran down her side. The leash was drawn down, pulling her head towards the ground as the massive lion came in closer. The paws were even larger than her own while the rumbling sound that vibrated from the large throat taunted her as the thick heavy weight of the mane ran against the line of the back. The stroke trailed down as the panting breath hit against him constantly, rushing towards the line of the tail. The humid rush pushed out before one of the heavy paws moved up to scrape against her side. The claws caught against her side, running down along her side as she let out a hiss and tried to swing around to attack him, but the leash only dragged her head down harder, forcing her to crouch down under the attention.

The hot breath pushed lower along her back while the paw moved up against the line of the side, pushing down with a sudden squeeze of the powerful toes. The weight was enough to pin her in place, her stomach being pushed down against the ground as the nose shoved down towards the base of her tail. The humid eruption of heat ran over the edges, spreading outwards while the sudden shudder of need made her tail jerk upwards in the air. She hiked it thoughtlessly as the large muzzle hovered against her and she rolled her eyes towards the male. There was a flash of low hanging balls behind his hind legs, the swollen orbs were hanging low and heavy, the skin stretched open wide and tight. They weren't often given relief, it was easy judging by the sheer size of them as they bounced slightly above a plump swelling sheath. There was a glimpse of dark slimy red cock slipping out into the narrow opening, bulging it open.

The former boy yowled out in shock as the large muzzle stuffed itself beneath her tail, suddenly pushing a harsh rough tongue against her swollen heated folds. It was a hot slimy spill of saliva that pushed out over the edges, the feel of it spreading over the puffy pursed lips as her paws flexed against the ground. She tried to squirm away from the massive male before he snarled out and the paw dropped down against the curve of her haunches. The claws that she didn't possess slipped out and scraped against the line of her spine and the weight shoved down against her as she tried to drag herself forward again. The tongue suddenly pushed itself between her estrus swollen folds, forcing the walls open wider and wider, glutting her narrow passage as the hot breath hammered against the underside of her tail and made her body arch. It was a shock of pleasure and pain both as she swung her eyes around with a low yowling cry, chest tightening a little bit.

"What's wrong, kitten? Frightened of finally becoming a true female?" Prishna laughed as she stretched out, her eyes fixated on her while the rest of the girls seemed to admire the show.

"She'll be really yowling once he's inside of her. Just look how wet she is already?" Someone else spoke up with a rush of laughter.

The hot tongue was pushing in deeper, the barbs on it plucked and scraped through her strangely, dragging outwards as her overly swollen passage was stimulated with the length of the tongue. The wet slurping pull dragged the juices from her as her inner body began to contract and squeeze, the tightening grip uselessly holding onto him as the paw shoved harder against her. Her hind legs splayed open wide under the pressure and the thick scent of male was growing stronger on the air. The musk of it was an assault as she jerked back and the leash yanked tightly around her throat. She couldn't get away! The beast was exploring her with the twist of the tongue scooping out the juices. It was worse than when the women mocked her, at least then humans had been teasing her, there was nothing compared to the animal.

The tongue was swiping harder through her as she let out a yowling call again, the high pitched voice making her sound nearly like a woman screaming. Her ears folded down tight to her head while Kiral saw the length of the cock starting to slip out of the sheath, the swollen barbed length was stiffening while he huffed out eagerly. She could see the balls twitching before she dragged herself forward and her lead tightened, pulling the leash harder forward and stretching her body out. Her body was throbbing in time with her heart, the need building up as the tongue raked back and the barbs caught inside of her swollen cunny. The scrape of the tongue made her walls contract as a sudden contraction rippled through her belly as the tongue pulled free. The wet sound made her jump slightly as her eyes bulged wildly as the lion's muzzle lifted up from her and the paw slipped against her haunch.

_They can't! They just can't do this! _ She looked around, her own mother was settling down, releasing Valos' leash so that she could watch the show as the heavy bodied animal stepped over her.

The former sultan wildly tried to drag herself out from under the weight, the sudden slide against her body made her frantic as she twisted her head back. The moment she tried to snarl into the male's face the massive lion struck out with a snap of his jaws. The teeth caught the nape of her neck while she tried to roll, yanking backward with a forceful drag that made her head lift up in the air. The hold refused to let go of her as she let out an angry hiss while the heavy weight pressed down against her. It was nearly crushing as she writhed in place, her ears splayed to either side while sharp teeth bit down harder and yanked with a slight twist. Her breathing turning sharp and shallow as the weight of the male's scent hit her nose and she felt his hind legs splaying over her own. They spread wide, cupping her haunches right down beneath him as she was pinned.

The feel of the hot fur caressing against the line of her tail base she hiked herself up, it was entirely instinctive and humiliating, her glistening cunny was put on display as the lion rocked himself back and forth above her. His breath was hot and heavy, puffing out in a hot rush that slipped out against her while the slimy heavy cock began to slide down against the line of her ass. The wet trail of it pushed over the edges, dribbling down lower against her body while she snarled and twisted her body to one side, trying to break free of the hold. Her declawed paws paddled against the ground as the hardening cock slipped downwards and moved with a smooth stroke that ran just under her tail. The wet feel of the precum hit against her, dribbling down with a rush that coated her pucker and trailed down along the curve of her ripe puffy vulva.

"Aww that's right, present yourself to your new husband." Her mother crooned and then there was a jab of the cock tip against her mound. "You want to have his litter, don't you?"

The former boy cried out as the powerful haunches rocked forward, jabbing forward so that the cock tip dug right up against her puffy vulva. It was a sudden push forward that made her let out a protesting cry before the teeth yanked her scruff backwards roughly, the teeth leaving welts against her. The forelegs and paws gripped her tightly, claws raking firmly against the sensitive inside of her thighs while the powerful tip began to dig and pry her walls open wider and wider. It was a sudden sharp shove of pain and pressure, of horrible humiliating pleasure as the wet squelch of estrus laden juices spilled out around the stiffened cock that glutted her passage. The weight of the haunches gave a few thrusts as Valos let out a rough snarl and sank forward, the heavy weight pressed down over her, nearly crushing her against the ground while the haunches gave another thrust forward.

It was thick, too thick, it glutted through her passage with a sudden drive that forced her ass up in the air while the base began to swell her open wider and wider. Her inner walls were straining open, the pain made her stomach twist slightly, mingling with a horrible pleasure as the cock pumped through her. The forceful drive pushed her ass up into the air as her vulva swallowed all the way down the heavy length, gaping open wide around the base as she let out a shrill noise. Her internal walls began to contract and squeeze, the caressing muscles worked their way down towards the very base as the widest point gaped open wide. The tip jabbed in hard and deep, the hot eruption of precum spilled out in a flush of hot heavy precum splattered out and pushed right into her body. It was too much, too thick, her entire body was shaking in place as her hind legs stretched open wide trying to ease the pressure.

It didn't last for long, not before the heavy bestial cock pulled back and she let out a yowling call as the barbs flared open wide and caught inside of her tender stomach, tearing outwards with a yank that caused her vision to blur. Her heat swollen walls were struggling to hold him, the contractions closed down tightly and forced the barbs to catch deeper inside of her body. The next yank backwards nearly ripped free of her body as the male's hips lifted high in the air before the next plunge forward squelched through her fertile form. The tip jabbed itself right into her passage, bloating her body with his length as the heavy over filled balls slapped up between her legs. The crushing thrust pushed him right up against the barrier of the cervix, sending out a hot drooling spill of sperm laden drops of precum.

Kiral choked out another groaning cry, the mixture of pleasure and pain both working through her as the hips jerked backwards and ran the barbs back through her again. Her stomach natural contracted down, her body began to work into overtime, beginning to release to ovum into her fallopian tubes as the thrusts hammered against her. The wet squelching noises rang in her ears, powerful rippling movements plumbed the length in and out of her body, popping nearly all the way out before pushing forward again. The barbs raked her nearly raw, catching and pulling through her passage so that every time her body clutched around him she dug them in deeper. She writhed in place, twisting slightly while her jaws opened up wide, her head pulled back as the balls slapped against her over and over, the feel of them impacting with her a sharp reminder as to what he was doing to her.

It felt good, it was humiliatingly pleasurable as her ears burned and she closed her eyes shut as much as she could as she felt eyes fixated on her while the continual thrusts run through her. The ripe of the barbs yanking free made her jerk her hips upwards, giving a short jerk backwards, pushing her ass up higher in the air. The mixture of burning pain and pleasure made her breathing come in ragged bestial noises that she couldn't seem to stop. The rank scents of sex were filling the air, making it hard to think about what was happening. Her stomach was heating up as he shifted on her hind legs, shifting foot to foot as the hips hunched harder and faster against her. The balls clapped against her inner thighs, hitting up against her heat enflamed vulva, making sure that it was well and truly violated.

The next contraction closed down around him while the barbs yanked backwards with a smooth stroke that pulled free with a slurping noise. The tip actually popped free as the tip gave a little bit of a twitch before the cock tip sank forward back into her aching body. Her high pitched squall rang in the room as the heavy spire drove back into her and made sure that every last inch of her passage was bloated around the twitching barbed flesh. They raked through her, dragging out and then plunging back into her, the movements building up in speed as they were constantly stimulating her. She was kept on edge as the tip kept pushing forward against her narrow cervix, battering against her. The press of it rubbed and partially splayed her dilated cervix while her entire body bunched up in place. It was a surge of pleasure and pain when the barbs raked backwards again, reddening her passage as there was a wet slurping noise.

The paws flexed down harder against her haunches, gripping her before the grip on her neck shifted, releasing her scruff to grab the back of her neck roughly and squeezed down tightly. The dig bruised her skin, nearly tearing into it while the heavy balls shoved right up between her legs and began to twitch. The entire shaft jerked up and down, twitching and quivering, lifting upwards and drooping back down again, sending up a hot thick stream of sperm rich cum that poured out. The streamers flushed out into her passage, she felt it hitting with a thud in the back of her aching cunny while the balls kept twitching and jerking in place. Each jump upwards came with a new stream of heavy cum that flushed up against her dilated cervix, bloating her womb with the rich heavy swimmers that were flooding through her body.

It was warm and drooling into her passage, covering it, every new twitch worked to send millions of those swimmers into her belly. Her ears splayed to either side of her head as the jaws released her, the heavy weight of the lion panted above her as she felt a thick mixture of her arousal and the seed drooled out between her aching folds and smeared through her inner fur and matted over her lips. The feel of it was an assault that pushed deeper into her bloated belly, the mixture added to with another twitch as the balls gave another heave upwards to force the rush of seed into her belly.

"Well now, he's going to take some training.." Prishna said, her voice thick with an edge of desire, making Kiral look up to see the woman watching them closely. "A little too rough, but I think our kitten will be in heat long enough to start to train him up to be a proper husband."

_A proper husband?! _ The words made her lift her head before the lion jerked his hips up, the barbs tore free and made her yowl out in pain as the tip ripped free with a thick strand of cum falling out of her abused folds.

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"As long as she's not being greedy. Just look at her, she's practically drooling over him now." Alosha let out a low laugh with the comment. "I hope she's ready for a belly full of kittens, she's certainly filled up to the brim now."

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Not kittens.. She thought and flattened her ears down. She was a sultan, she was powerful, she was in charge... This wasn't how her life was supposed to be.

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Seven Months Later

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"My my.... look how fat you look." Alosha let out a soft laugh while Kiral waddled towards the throne settled in the middle of the revised harem room. "Come on now, try and not waddle too much."

The general laughter made it harder for Kiral to make it across the room, but she lowered her head a little bit as one of the girls reached out and playfully gave a swat right against her low hanging belly. In the last few weeks she had begun to show, her stomach was swelling open wider day by day, opening up with the weight of the cubs growing inside of her. Her teats were sore and aching as she folded her ears back to her head and tried to ignore the fact that the man sitting on the throne was not her. The dark haired man had strange pale eyes that were fixed on her, the nostrils flaring slightly while she passed by him and tried to not hunch her head all the way down as she made her way to her box, the silk lined container the place where she spent most of her time in the harem when she wasn't being put in use by her 'husband'.

Valos was nearly unrecognizable now. Thanks to the magic that had been used to transform him, he looked like a powerful man in the prime of his life. His long dark hair like a mane, the beard only added to the illlusion as he leaned back in the throne like a barbarian king. His bare chest was muscled and broad, the nipples dark looking while he was posed in a perfect position to make sure everyone was aware of just how muscled he was. He was imposing and terrifying, most of the people he spoke with paid little attention to anything he said when they looked into the fierce wild eyes. No one seemed to realize that the words he spoke were parroted through magic, no one realized that he was a lion changed into the seeming of a man to protect the women that ran the kingdom. Only the women here knew who and what he really was.

"You've done well, my lord." Prishna purred from her spot next to the former lion, her hands idling stroking his inner thighs. "Look at her, already so fat with her next litter."

She flinched a little bit as she kept her eyes away from the fact that Prishna was running her hands up towards the bare length with a greedy little smile on her face. They had made sure that he was a well endowed human for their pleasure, his length was nearly twice what the former boy had once boasted. She felt frustrated, humiliated, and above all emasculated as she stepped over the walls of her box and heard the man let out a growl in his human throat. The sound of it vibrated the throat, thrilling it loudly as she heard the loud high pitched mews as the small tan bodies squirmed and wriggled around her paws as her offspring woke up. The sound of their high pitched calls made her nipples tighten, a slight pang that made her aware of how swollen her teats had become since the last time she'd come here.

Her first litter was six cubs, all of them growing and their eyes finally opening as she shifted her fattened body into the box with a grunt. The next pregnancy was already swelling her belly wide, making it droop down lower as the nipples stiffened up and there was a trail of wet milk was welling up from the tips of the nipple. She flinched in humiliation as she lowered her weight into the box, nosing her offspring about with a little puff of breath that nosed towards the line of her legs. Their yowling calls burst out hungrily as they began to root towards her dark thickened nipples, the wet trail of cream ran along the tip of one of the muzzles. The feverishly hot maw suddenly shoved up against one teat and closed down, suckling it down with a wet squishing noise that caused her to suck in a breath. The eager maw drew out a rush of thick cream as the paws clumsily grabbed and kneaded against her, another one was already moving to join the row of thick drooping teats.

"Taking such good care of my little grand cubs.." Alosha trilled down at him as there was a low groan that came down from above her. "You're going to have more soon, I hope you are feeding them all up nice and strong."

Kiral jerked her eyes up to see Valos arching with a moan as the fingers were closing around his thick cock, Prishna was stroking him lightly as she licked her lips in a hungry little lick. The lion wasn't really in charge of the harem, he was no more the king here than a real male lion would have been the king. They used him for their pleasure, having him service them frequently, while she was the only one that was truly a slave. The next heavy litter would be born to join the first, and then the male lion would be changed back to service her once more. She was just another one of his females, but she was the only one that would be carrying his young.

There was a sharp suckle as one of the cubs dragged over her nipple, yanking backwards with a little pull that drew more milk from her as sharp milk teeth pinched against her aching flesh. How many litters would she give birth at the feet of the changed lion? How many feet would she bathe and women would she pleasure? She had no power here, she was simply the bottom rung of the harem to be used for everyone's pleasure. This was her life now.