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There was no such thing as a normal visit to Nbowa's house.

So many years after first having met the lion, Exile wasn't retaining that lesson. There was something about Nbowa that was simply magnetic, and his kindness was such that people always came back to him, regardless of what the feline did behind closed doors.

Sometimes, just what he did in the open space of his own home would be enough to scare people away, but he was very careful with who he allowed into the dark underbelly of his evening activities, and the lion had it on good authority that Exile was a glutton for punishment.

There was a certain sense of irony in that he wasn't looking for too much of a good thing, but too much of a bad thing.

"Would you look at that...it's totally gone, isn't it?"

The chastity cage that once taunted Exile with the cold and clenching grip of its walls sat helplessly upon the floor, covered in a thin and shimmering coat of precum. The source of the mess was completely dissipated, and if not for the fact that he was still shuddering with the mingled frustration and pleasure of a trapped orgasm, Exile might have been crying out in panic.

"Nothing but a little patch of fur there, anymore," he mentioned. "Not that it's a big deal; no one ever let you use them anyway."

It should have been an infuriating joke, but the tight clench of enchanted leather was keeping Exile in check, and if that weren't enough, Nbowa's presence behind him was all that it took for the hybrid to stay pinned down.

"What's the matter? I'm sure this is just eating you up inside."

Every word the lion said was digging a hole in Exile's already short patience, but there was a literal sensation of something grinding in the pit of his stomach, sinking further into his innards with each passing moment. As if his insides were seeping out through his stomach, replaced with the presence of a long and welcoming cavern, the hybrid would have failed to adequately describe the sensation, even if he could open his muzzle to try.

He didn't want to admit that he was quite enjoying the feeling of the enchanted leathers around his maw, and thankfully, their grasp gave him an excuse to stay quiet about it.

"Well, since you don't have anything to say," Nbowa paused for a moment and looked over to the thick, dusty tome by his knees, flipping a few digits along the pages despite the thin coat of seed and mess that was dangling down from his fur. "I'm sure that you won't mind if we try a couple more spells, right? There's only a couple thousand left in the book."

"Mrnf rnna kirnoo..."

"Whatever language that is, I don't speak it," Nbowa replied sharply. "You almost sounded like a feral dog or something..."

Exile could hear the lightbulb going off in the lion's tone, and though he couldn't see the grin forming, he easily imagined just how wide it was spreading over the feline's lips.

"There's gotta be a spell in here for that."

Nbowa had no reason to hide his true intentions. His style of domination dabbled in mental control, but more than that, he was arrogant in the way that he imposed himself on his subordinates, and Exile especially had to deal with the brunt of the blow.

The open palm that slapped against the pad of his crotch, now barren of any length, could have been so much harder than it was...but Nbowa just wanted to remind the hybrid of his new place in the world.

"Ferals, ferals, ferals...gotta be something in here about that," Nbowa muttered to himself as he continued thumbing through the pages. Conveniently, the spell book was written in alphabetical order, and as long as the lion stayed within the right letter, one of the spells was sure to garner him the desired effect.

His haste was often the source of humiliation and discomfort for Exile, but this time the lion was taking things to new levels. "Got it! Looks like there's something about ferals in here...you're sure you don't mind, right?"

As was almost always the case, Nbowa was being facetious about the hybrid's concerns, and Exile could hear it in the very subtle purr that rumbled behind every words the lion said. Every step of the way, he was content to dig his heels in a little deeper and cement Exile's new purpose, but as his eyes glazed over the fettered, faded pages of the book, he skipped over the exact spell that he was looking for.

He couldn't have guessed that the words escaping his lips, soft and forbidden, would bring an extra effect to the spell that wasn't exactly what he was going for.

The soft and subtle blue that was still wavering around the leather straps that kept Exile in place turned a weaker shade, and all of the hybrid's frustration bubbled over as he thrashed against them, but his efforts were in vain; the magic overruled his exhausted form, and as the lion increased his enchanting proficiency, the hole within Exile's torso grew deeper.

What started as a mental representation of what was lost became a very real pain, and the strain to break free of his bondage quickly became a struggle to reach down and rub his stomach to ease the inner discord.

Just when he thought he'd reached the peak of his frustration, the poor hybrid couldn't do a thing to ease his suffering, and the strap around his mouth prevented him from telling Nbowa that something was wrong.

"You're groaning like such a little bitch," Nbowa huffed, as if he had a good reason to be frustrated with the submissive huscoon. "I know you're a little tuckered out, but would it kill you to take your punishment like a man, for once?"

Nbowa almost finished his statement before he started laughing at his own joke, but the chuckle was surprisingly short lived. The moisture that was there before his of his own making, and his cock was already growing stiff a second time, despite the plentiful orgasm he'd left inside of the hybrid's ass...but it felt as though there was a tiny cut forming just under the fur, and somehow, there was a fresh warmth to the liquid that came from it

Showing genuine concern for the first time that evening, Nbowa hesitated and pulled his paw away. "How the hell did you get a cut down there?" he asked, wondering if perhaps his claws accidentally found flesh when they were roaming upon the lump where Exile's manhood used to be.

The liquid in his palm wasn't the stark shade of red that he was expecting, but it wasn't the subtle blend of clear and cream that would have made sense, either: it was just a tiny puddle of glistening moisture, and there was more of it pouring down along the inside of Exile's thigh.

"Did I read the wrong spell?" Nbowa asked himself, as he brought another curious stroke to the slowly growing gash. "Not really the effect I was going for, but I'm not about to complain, either!"

In his spare time, Nbowa was a nice enough lion to get everything that he wanted. His time with Exile wasn't the purest, and the hybrid would argue that no punishment would be enough to justify his humiliation, but the spell was already cast, and worse than the strange slit that was forming in his skin was the sight of his thick, burly arms losing their size, as if they were slowly deflating balloons.

He was shrinking down at an alarming speed, and to make matters worse, the enchanted leathers were changing with his body to keep him in a state of semi-permanent bondage. Muffled complaints sounded feral by the nature of his bondage, and it kept Exile from noticing the fact that his words were a broken form of English, at best.

"What's that? Were you complaining?" Nbowa was having a little too much fun hassling the trapped hybrid, who continued to watch his arms shrink away, until the bones within his forearms were pressed to his skin and bulging at the fur. His limbs were lithe to support a quick and agile body, and his shoulders were falling forward as the rest of his skeletal structure melted around the coming change. His entire profile was turning decidedly narrow, and being a husky, he should have been a bit more aware of what was happening to him.

The inability to describe it, however, was yet another burden of frustration for the poor huscoon to bear, as his normally thick calves and thighs began to slim down and stay tight to his body. He was getting shorter, but somehow, his entire profile felt longer, as if he was designed to hunt...but there was something holding him back from reaching the pinnacle of a feral, husky body.

Perhaps the only downside to being a hybrid was the way that certain features mingled so well in a humanoid body, but fought each other when a feral form was taken. The short and stubby body of a raccoon was a far contrast from the taller, slimmer profile of a husky, and as Exile tried standing up on his new front legs to find his footing, his hind legs dropped down, and left his crotch to slap against the carpet, right into the slowly drying puddle of mess that was left from their first round.

"Leaving messes in the house already? You've only been a bitch for five minutes, and I've already gotta put you outside!" Nbowa falsely claimed, unaware of how slow Exile's transformation was really going.

That fact wasn't going to stop him from taking a hold of one of the leashes and yanking fiercely upon it, tugging the still-changing huscoon up from his prone position and forcing him to stand on wobbling legs. He growled from within his muzzle, but there was a certain weakness to the sound that implied the lack of a pair of organs that he already dearly missed.

To call him a 'he' anymore was slightly inaccurate, and Nbowa was happy to remind Exile of her new lot in life as he knelt behind the trembling hybrid and inspected both holes with a curious and eager paw.

The once tiny and nearly invisible slit in the flesh of the hybrid's crotch was growing and spreading with the moments that passed, and though it still wasn't fully formed, there was an obvious clitoral hood spanning out over a tiny, sensitive nub, and labia that were slightly parted around the subtle glisten of arousal.

It was a surprisingly delicate touch that the lion used to rub a single pawtip against the opening, feeling more exploratory than decisive. It passed through with ease, and the pout of Exile's folds wrapped around the digit as it hooked further in and began feeling around the first, virgin inches of a newly formed womanhood.

There was just enough slack in the leather around her muzzle for the now female huscoon to whine at the touch and try to flatten her tail, but the full and natural curl of the appendage kept her from pressing it down whatsoever. Even if her tail weren't so tightly curled upon itself, Nbowa's paw was already comfortably settled against the backside of the poor hybrid, and while a single digit delicately pumped into the newly formed passage of her womanhood, a second pawtip was already working back toward the gape of Exile's asshole.

Being stretched by the magically enhanced length of the lion made for easy penetration, and Nbowa had no shame about adding a second finger to join the first, teasing Exile with just how easily he was able to add to the workload. A quick series of pumps followed from the wrist, and the lion panted with his own effort as what started as a curious and exploratory touch quickly deepened to a harsh and fulfilling penetration.

"You're making such a huge mess...guess I've got no one to blame but myself," Nbowa grunted with the breath of his own efforts, his wrist growing sore within just a couple moments of the bucking pace. "It's my fault for not p-properly training you, really...guess we r-really should take you outside."

The bitter chill of winter was still in full swing, and Exile whimpered at the prospect of being forced to go out in the cold, but she was aware that this wasn't about finding any kind of bodily relief. The kinky lion was just looking for a new place to exact his will upon the transformed hybrid, and with moments still to go in the spell, Exile was still shrinking, even if it was just a little bit.

A full-bodied husky would have been a bit too much for Nbowa to wrangle on his own, but the shorter, smaller form of a raccoon blending into the otherwise canine setup was all it took for Exile to be a small, compact hybrid that the lion could easily pick up with one arm...while his other paw was still deviously pumping digits into the huscoon's twin holes.

The whimper of pain, slowly fading into a series of quick and heated pants was music to the ears of the borderline evil feline, and any sense of shame was left behind in the basement as Nbowa marched right up the stairs, able to feel the vitality rushing back to the enhanced length of his modified cock. It made scaling the stairs a bit of a struggle, but he was able to laugh off the sensation of his stiffening member bouncing from side to side against the inside of his thighs as he climbed.

He was almost worried about just how tight the virgin hybrid would be when they finally reached the backyard; to call it blissful would be something of an understatement, and as much as he was already looking forward to it, Exile was already dreading it.

She tried kicking her legs a little bit, but as the final stages of the transformation took hold, she found that Nbowa only needed a singular leather strap, clasped down around her muzzle and attached to a lead, to keep the hybrid in place, and more importantly, obedient. Instincts that she couldn't understand were telling her to obey when the leather was tugged upon, and there was something akin to affection swirling in the pit of her chest as her new master carried her right out to the yard.

There was no shame to stop the lion from setting Exile down in the grass and kneeling behind her. As the physical body of the hybrid changed, so did her mind, and her own sense of shame was completely erased, replaced with a certain eagerness that came from being out in fresh air and cool grass. The tension in her tail released, her paws tapped delicately against the ground as if to test it, and the last fears began draining away from her mind.

It's...it's right. Something about this is right, isn't it?

Nbowa felt no need to maintain a sense of cruelty; the humiliation of the moment would have been enough, whether or not Exile was aware that he should be embarrassed. He couldn't have imagined how much the hybrid was enjoying herself...even when her tail started picking up in a curious and subtle wag, the lion assumed it to be nothing more than Exile's own submissive nature bringing itself to the surface.

It was so much more than that.

What did I do wrong? Why isn't master showing me his affection?

Just the mere hesitation of Nbowa's paw against Exile's flanks was all it took for the bestial hybrid to question her mistakes, and immediately, a whimper crept out from her muzzle, and she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes of curious blue telling a story of need.

Nbowa didn't see it as a sense of willingness, and the whimper brushed across his ears and spread a smile across his lips. "What's the matter? You're so hesitant to make a mess when you're finally in the right place to do so," he claimed, and as his pawtips drew back, he looked down and watched strands of his own cum dangling in slow, easy webs from his palm, and a different, glistening fluid drizzled down from his other finger, signifying not only that Exile's transformation was complete, but that her body had completely accepted the change. "Awfully wet down there, though...and you're shaking like the little bitch that you are..."

In their moments of privacy, or in this instance, a private moment made public, it was the rule, not the exception, that Nbowa would put Exile through her paces and humiliate her. He always enacted total control over the hybrid, and there was a sadistic pride growing within him as he watched Exile take a submissive stance in the yard, thinking that he'd completely broken the transformed hybrid.

He didn't have a clue that Exile was beyond the point of being broken, but the spell turned out to be a silver lining for the pair: Nbowa could pin the hybrid in the yard and pound her haunches with reckless abandon, and Exile could feel the loving passion of a master that was sharing time and love with their obedient pet.

It was rather lucky for Exile that Nbowa wasn't able to tell how happy she actually was.

"I know you probably thought your earlier training was kinda rough," Nbowa claimed, as he knelt behind the hybrid once more and allowed the erected length of his cock to drop on her backside. "It's really too bad that you're not able to give any feedback...but good little bitches keep their mouths shut. You'll figure that out before too long."

There was no indignant response from Exile, and where Nbowa thought he wanted to hear the hybrid complaining about her lot in life, he found a greater sense of satisfaction in having utter and total control over her fate, and the poor feral wasn't any wiser to the fact that she was being broken in as an obedient pet. She took the attention purely as a good thing, even when she felt the sudden flood of warm, spitting precum across her hind legs.

She couldn't vocalize her appreciation of the sensual contact, but she panted desperately as her master gripped the base of his own length with one paw, and kept a deadly tight grip on the leash with the other.

"Hold still, you little slut."

There was just enough understanding of the world that she once knew for Exile to flatten her ears a little, and she acknowledged the tone of frustration and disappointment in her master's voice. Her body held still and paused purely so she could tilt her head as she gazed back at the lion, but she twitched and trembled anew as the drooling tip of Nbowa's length pressed against her parted, transformed folds. Somewhere between the pair of animals that made up her unique anatomy, the feline found it impossible to press his tip any further without a heavy gasp escaping his muzzle, and though his eyes were winced, a wicked grin was still played upon his lips as he continued to jab.

Each delicate pump of his hips robbed another sliver of virginity from the newly formed womanhood she'd been blessed with, and little by little, the feral hybrid dug her elongated claws into the soft, cushy grass and ripped through the dirt. She was utterly helpless to do anything more than keep her body upright against the softer attentions of the lion, and though her mind was still clouded from the transformation, she understood the lion was capable of so much more than what he'd shown.

The threat of a deep and painful thrust was lingering around just long enough for Exile to have forgotten about it, and an unusual sound was starting to creep from the feral huscoon as she adjusted to the increased depth of her maiden sexual voyage. Her head was constantly being yanked back and tugged by the firm and domineering grip of the lion around her leash, and where she whimpered from the tight straining control of the straps around her muzzle, she tried to pant and show her appreciation for the way that her unique folds were so completely spread around Nbowa's magically enhanced flesh.

Utter disappointment filled the tone of her whine when the lion pulled his length free without warning. The delicious warmth that radiated from his length was just close enough for Exile to feel it, but the memory of how much more pleasant it felt inside forced a quick growl out of her.

Nbowa redoubled his grip on the leash as the frustrated "Rrrr..." passed across the flesh of his rounded ears, and with a disappointed scowl, he swatted an open palm against the hind legs of the feral hybrid and forced her to buck forward, but she couldn't get far with leash keeping her reeled in.

Why, master? Why won't you just fuck me? What more can I do for you?

It was a new form of torture from Nbowa, who wasn't entirely aware of just how effective his new methods were at inspiring obedience out of his favorite hybrid. There were plenty of other ways that the feline could put Exile in her place, but he could think of no better way than the one that was looking right at him; a solid and gaping reminder of the lesson he'd already given out.

There was nothing wrong with giving a refresher course, and the new, feral mind that Exile was blessed with would create an entirely new experience for her.

"We do not growl," Nbowa demanded respect out of his pet, his fangs gritted together as the tip of his cock bobbed to life once more. This time, however, it lined up with the leaking, gaping entrance of Exile's stretched rear; the transformation had done nothing to tighten her tailhole back up, but the anatomy within her body was definitely changed...such a deep and rough penetration would be one that she'd never forget, even when the effects of the spell wore off.

Plentiful seed was still leaking out from the plundered depths, and Nbowa was eager to add to the mix as the tip of his length pressed onward. Exile's asshole was trying to shrink back down to a proper size, but the lion simply wouldn't allow it to happen, preferring to keep it in that state with the assistance of his own member.

It was a terribly snug fit, and the Nbowa couldn't keep the look of utter bliss from his muzzle as he pumped forward with a sudden and powerful thrust, nearly toppling the smaller, weaker hybrid.

To a feral, it was an unnatural penetration, but reaching such an impressive depth forced a pair of heavy, feline orbs to slap against the huscoon's parted labia, providing a lucky, silver lining for the trapped beast.

Her knees shook, and her body trembled with delight as Nbowa gripped the base of her tail and yanked at it ferociously, pulling her quaking legs back toward him instead of thrusting at her haunches. "Hardly fair that I have to do all the work...when you're the one being trained!" he tried to complain, but he found it a difficult task when over half of his massive length was being squeezed and enveloped by the welcoming depths of the hybrid's tailhole. "You'd better s-start bucking back against me, unless you want me to beat your ass s-some more!"

It was a safe assumption to make about the transformed hybrid on an average day, but that evening, in the safe cover of the nighttime darkness, Exile could only pant and yield to the lion above her, and whimper with forbidden delight as another heavy, open palm swatted against her rear end. She struggled to stay upright at the contact, but even in the tight and controlling grip of the paw around the base, her tail continued wagging with lustful eagerness.

All the while, Nbowa was still convinced that his pet was whimpering out of a place of pain and frustration, the same as she was during the first time around, and that sadistic joy quickly turned his hips into a blur, and his feral hybrid into a whimpering mess.

His mind couldn't have been any further from the spell book that he left open in the basement; he was too busy enjoying the feeling of a second orgasm building, and the sputtering, drizzling mess that spilled down over parted, glistening folds...