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Kelidanya's life had entered a new normal. She'd already adjusted to her swelling, pregnant belly locking her in the unassuming form of a lioness, and she'd already adjusted to doing everything she could to follow the huntress Zagna's orders, lest the Orc discover her true identity.

And then the training every day and fucking every night. After years researching non-combat spells in Astranaar, Kelidanya had now felt the life force of hundreds of animals and centaurs drain from between her teeth. She usually won on her own now, learning tactics from mistakes, painful - but always healed up afterwards. Her lithe form was definitely getting stronger. Zagna's tiger, so huge but so quiet, had taught her how to stalk prey. And, after her long day of training had ended, at least one of the large cats was always happy to give her "endurance training" long into the night.

Along with the tiger, Zagna's black-furred lion Gren had simultaneously decided that whether Kelidanya was in heat or not didn't matter. The lioness would lift her tail and moan either way, and so the stables rang with feline shrieks for half the night, whether the Orc hunter stored her with Gren or with Bangaloo. Luckily, Zagna slept in, or the druid would never get enough sleep! After the first two days, Zagna just left 'Kitten' with both cats, commanding her two males to share nicely.

They were nice to each other, for the most part, with the much smaller lion deferring to the huge tiger. But they did a number on the soon-to-be ragged lioness. As soon as one was done with her, the other would take his place, and she was tasked with raising her rump while cleaning off the intruding member that had just blasted under her tail. It hurt, but it hurt so _good_now. If she didn't have a war looming over her head, Kelidanya might have just let her mind break and decide to stay a pet forever. But she knew now that the Horde was building up forces for an attack on Ashenvale, and she _had_to escape.

Sometimes she had an audience, which didn't help from the escaping front. Even if she could manage to pick the lock on the stables, half the time Kaduum was watching from the edge of the stables. The tauren druid seemed to have nothing better to do than watch her get reamed by lions and tigers, though he seemed disappointed every time he did. She'd learned to ignore him, because she was fairly confident that even if she could convince him she was a druid, he would gladly have her executed for treason.

But tonight, after a hard day's work, Zagna wasn't heading back towards the crossroads. She'd taken Gren along instead of Bangaloo to show Kitten how a cat closer to her strength and size would fight, and now they were cutting through a dense jungle, climbing a small mountain near what Zagna called "The Moaning Caves" or something like that. It was a few jumps, but the agile hunter had no trouble with them, Gren leapt effortlessly, and what might have been challenging for Kelidanya the elf seemed trivial, as she soared across the gap to land on a flat rock in front of an otherwise inaccessible cave.

The small cave with an old campfire looked too small to be the Wailing Caverns. Either Zagna had come here before, or it was a lesser known feature of the mountain range. Regardless, it was cold and empty - until Zagna plopped some wood down from her bag and started a new fire.

<Come on,> she called to her pets, and Kelidanya followed Gren's tail into the cave as it heated up. <I thought we might spend the night camping for once. I don't want to get used to the luxury of my bed at home.>

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Kelidanya licked the last of the grease and gristle off her lips and stretched out in front of the fire, glancing around the small cave. Zagna had prepared plainstrider steaks, and though the druid had gotten used to raw meat, the cooked stuff was still pretty satisfying. Her sleek, muscular body was at odds with her form at the start of her mission from Ashenvale, even aside from the swelling in her belly. She was bigger, stronger, and her muscles ached with the continuous cycle of damage and healing. The warmth of the fire seeped into her fur in a way that never happened in the stables, and she felt her eyelids falling.

Gren had other ideas, padding over to the tawny mountain lioness. Kelidanya took a deep breath, knowing what _that_meant, but for once, Zagna was here. <Gren, I need you for now. You can play later.> That was all it took to turn the amorous black lion away, as he obediently sprawled out on the other side of the fire next to his mistress. Kelidanya blinked. Was she actually going to get a good night's sleep?

Letting out a massive, leonine yawn, Kelidanya looked over at the hunter who'd been at times her captor, at times her trainer, and now had fought beside her in a hundred small battles. She expected Zagna to be getting ready for bed too, but instead the grizzled Orc was pouring over a heavily folded sheet of paper, glaring at it and mouthing curses. Then she raised a hand and spoke, green tendrils of magic wisping uncontrolled in wild spirals around her hand. Were all Orcs this clumsy? Zagna was so inept that the druid wasn't even sure what the spell was supposed to accomplish. Like all hunter magic that Kelidanya had ever experienced, it stemmed from the same natural sources as her own magic, druidic powers honed through a dozen years of study.

Eventually curiosity won over drowsiness, and she got up, stretched, then padded over behind Zagna to take a look at the page as nonchalantly as possible. She couldn't read the words, but there was a diagram of a person and an animal, interlocking runes depicting a magical connection or a link... Oh no! Flattening her ears, she took another look at the forming mass of magic in the air, smoky green tendrils dissipating in _her_direction, and her blood ran cold. Was Zagna bad at magic, or was the spell failing because the druid was an incompatible target? Even if the spell was failing due to the orc's ineptitude, Kelidanya couldn't risk the extra scrutiny. What if Zagna consulted a more skilled hunter to aid in the spell, and Kelidanya was discovered? As a mountain lion, she couldn't _cast_magic, but maybe...

Zagna had her face buried in the spell page, chanting words that neither she nor Kelidanya could understand, but nothing changed. The swirling spell fumbled and boiled around her outstretched hand. She wasn't even looking at her hands - even most Archdruids had trouble casting blind!

Kelidanya took a quiet step forward and reached a paw into the cloud of magic. She didn't know what the spell was for, but she'd long since realized that the more she could pretend to be an obedient, mindless hunter's pet, the longer she would be alive. The bonds were made to infuse with a living creature, but they were bouncing away from her fur. Concentrating, Kelidanya reached out with the fringe of magic still surrounding her form, reversing that repulsion. Suddenly, the tendrils surrounded her, starting to soak into her skin. That was promising. She got a better hold, and started to slowly pull it in, mindful of the spell's fragility.

<Yes!> Zagna, feeling the spell congealing, gave a crow of elation and lost focus on the spell. In her excitement, the Orc let it fray even faster, and Kelidanya had to pull harder, interweaving her own magic to strengthen the threads, frantically trying to keep it together. Clearly the problem was the caster and not the spell. Kelidanya set the magic swirling before she jumped back, worrying that Zagna would notice the helping paw she'd been receiving. Zagna was just excited to see the spell actually stable. <I just need to get this to Gren!>

But even as the huntress turned her head to see Gren a few paces away, half-sleeping by the fire, the ball of magic was entering the next stage. Kelidanya blinked, realizing that she'd never been the real target of the spell, but by her help, the now strengthened runes sought her out. She backed up once, and then again, but the connection she'd seen on Zagna's papers streaked out to engulf Kelidayna's head. Eyes glowing green, she froze.

She could feel the spell spreading and unfolding inside of her, as if wrapping her in spider's silk from the inside, as the spell finally stabilized, looping back. It felt strange, as if someone was just beneath her skin, pressing outward in all directions. At the same time, Zagna froze a foot from her beloved Gren, falling to her knees.

"Yes! I finally did it! Just in time for the Festival of the Hunt."

That wasn't Orcish. Darnassian? No, there was no echo off the walls of the cave - the voice was in her head! It was Zagna's voice, but for once Kelidanya had no need to translate, even though she was certain she didn't know the orcish word for "festival". The meaning found the right cracks and creases in the young druid's brain, and she could hear "It's working. I can feel you, and your ribs are sore. Guess that'll teach you to duck faster next time!"

Zagna was inside her head. Or her body? Perhaps both. What if Zagna could hear _her_thoughts too? She tried loudly thinking about how satisfied her belly felt after the roasted meat she'd had for dinner, thinking that would be an innocuous thought. This kind of connection was unheard of in Teldrassil, as no druid would subject themselves to the crude magic of hunters. But for all her loud thoughts, Zagna made no comment on them. And she realized she wasn't getting _all_of Zagna's thoughts, either, just the strongest and least controlled. Kelidanya had to wonder if directed thoughts would reach her Orcish ride-along, but she didn't dare risk it.

Electricity tingled throughout her body and suddenly she was moving and looking around - but not of her own accord. Not only was Zagna inside with her, the hunter was in control! A whole new level of violation would have flattened Kelidanya's ears and raised her hackles if she could have, frantically ready to tear away at the subtle magic that still infused her. She might well be able to disrupt the spell, but what Barrens lion would be able to shake off her own hunter? She relaxed herself, practicing the helplessness she'd learned in the stables late at night. Head moving by Zagna's accord, she glanced towards Gren, staring for a long moment, before her jaw twisted open wide and she yowled. "What!? I'm in Kitten!?"

Kelidanya should have been grateful. The Orc had been so focused on rushing the spell to her lion that she'd missed all the motions and spellweaving that the lioness had done. For the first time, Zagna Deathblade's furious cursing was intelligible to the Night Elf. Still, she could hardly feel grateful for Zagna. Kelidanya had one guess for why the green-skinned woman had taken the two lions to this cave only to attempt to take over the male lion's body. And here the young druid had been starting to change her opinions!

"Why can't I get this cursed spell to work?" she whined. Her mind formed thoughts quickly, but they were mostly complete in Kelidanya's head. "I thought for sure taking him here, with Kitten to set his mood, would stabilize our connection. But it finally works with Kitten?"

Zagna's thoughts were revealing, but none so much as the ones that filled her mind regarding this particular cave above the Wailing Caverns. Keldania felt almost guilty as the orc's most private thoughts started to spill into Kelidanya's mind of why this place was so special to Zagna, and the druid was astonished. This was the place that the Orc had first...slept with Gren. And not in the _platonic_way. The druid could all but watch the scene, straight from Zagna's perspective, as she embraced her lion companion, her hand sliding down his belly. At first, the lion had been confused, but with coaxing, Orc and beast had lain together in the warmth of the nearby fire...

Several times. But though Zagna clearly loved Gren, and he clearly shared her affection, self-doubt spilled out of the Orc and into Kelidanya's head. Kelidanya wouldn't have been able to guess all the emotions that swirled beneath the orc's grizzled exterior! Zagna couldn't shake the feeling that she'd coerced her pet - that without her position as master, Gren would never have thought twice about Zagna in that way. Again and again she'd tried to cast this simple spell to join with Gren, body and mind, but each time she failed, proof to the huntress that her feelings weren't _really_returned.

There was no truth serum better than direct memories, and Kelidanya realized that Zagna hadn't come here to join in on torturing the poor druid. In fact, the Orc was _jealous_of her and the unending attention the pregnant lioness was getting from the lion she loved.

"It's not fair," the Orc thought, and released control over Kelidanya's body, leaving only a deep sadness floating around between the lioness's ears.

The Night Elf couldn't pretend that she _understood_Zagna's feelings toward her lion. He was just an animal, and if circumstances had been different, she would never have thought to engage with him sexually, much less romantically. But she could guess how it felt to love someone and have no idea if they loved her back. Kelidanya blushed, realizing how hard it must have been for the Orc to watch her beloved pet with "Kitten".

No wonder Zagna had taken so poorly to her new lioness - she was incontrovertible proof that Gren didn't or couldn't return her feelings, at least not in the same way. Gren would never be a faithful partner to the Orc, no matter how much she wanted that. Padding forward, Kelidanya walked up to Zagna's paralyzed body. Sure, she probably couldn't feel anything there, but the druid rubbed her head beneath the Orc's chin, a small token of sympathy.

But the motion drew Gren's attention. The black cat had been content to lie by the warming fire, staring unblinkingly at his strangely unmoving master. Now though, he stood and snorted, stretching with a huge yawn that sent his tongue all the way out of his powerful maw.

Zagna took control again, her self-pity on hold as she turned her gaze to her beloved lion's sleek, muscular body. "Maybe this isn't so bad..." Her thoughts proved ominous to Kelidanya: The orc realized she might not be able to join his mind and body, but there was another type of intimacy that she'd watched, but never experienced. Gren wouldn't treat her like a master in _this_body.

"Here kitty, kitty..." she thought, making Kelidanya groan. Zagna flopped onto the ground, tail curled and flicking, rubbing her head against the stone. Gren sat and licked his lips, regarding the tawny lioness. But then he decided that the fire was better, spinning around to curl up yet again.

Frustrated, Zagna decided to abandon anything resembling subtlety. Hopping to all fours, she turned around, and waved her tail, bopping Gren on the nose. That got his attention. He opened his eyes to slits, glaring, just in time to get another bop on the nose, before she jumped away, just out of reach. "Come on! Catch me if you can!"

He glanced again at his hunter's still body before lunging after his tormentor. Zagna darted away, marvelling at her speed and strength in this feline form. She narrowly avoided the black lion's leap, sticking out her tongue and bapping him on the nose again. But Gren had been trained by the best, and he'd already learned how to adjust. This time, he faked a leap forward, digging his feet into the ground to redirect instead in the direction that Zagna leapt. Keldania's breath was knocked out of her as the massive feline flattened her, as he had many, many times before.

"Hey, that hurt!" Zagna whined, trying to take a big gulp of air. Gren had never treated her like this_before, and suddenly she wasn't so sure if she _wanted_to be caught. _A bit late for that, Kelidanya thought, careful to suppress the magical link so that Zagna wouldn't hear.

Just as she filled her lungs and tensed her muscles to try to squeeze out from under her randy lion, Zagna felt Gren's massive jaw sink down around the scruff of her neck. She leapt, but couldn't even budge an inch, pinned by the horny male. "Gren! Cool it!" Zagna thought noisily, apparently forgetting that in this form, her pet couldn't hear her commands. Kelidanya felt no small measure of satisfaction that Zagna had bitten off more than she could chew. As had happened many times in the past, Gren ignored the lioness's struggles, kicking aside her tail with practiced ease. Keldania knew what was coming next, and that there was no stopping it. She tried to lift her rump off the ground, but Zagna was the one in control, and she stupidly flattened against the ground, even as Gren jabbed his barbed shaft forward.

Uh oh, Kelidanya thought, tensing herself for what she knew was about to happen.

"Gren you big -" Zagna thought, completely unaware.

This wasn't the Night Elf's first time getting reamed right in the tailhole, but it still hurt, and she and Zagna both shrieked in pain. Zagna dug her claws into the ground and tried to jump forward, only causing the barbs to dig in ever harder, and Kelidanya felt her muscles lock in shock and pain. Then the druid sensed the spell fraying, as the Orc tried to escape the mind-link and return to the safety of her own body.

Elune be damned if you get to run now! Kelidanya thought. She pushed more of her power into the spell, firmly securing it from Zagna's desperate flailing. Ironically, the Orc was as bad at ending spells as beginning them. Then both of their attentions were yanked away from their duel as Gren pulled back, raking both of them, before thrusting back in. The barbs sent a shockwave through their body, and they gave another yowl, louder than normal as it was controlled by the inexperienced Orc. Zagna tried to squirm free physically, but Gren had far too much weight and experience, lifting his chest and dropping his weight back down to squish her once again into the cave floor.

If she hadn't taunted him, he might have relented. Instead he raked her again. And again. "Gren! Fuck! Stop it!" but her thoughts, of course, never reached Gren's ears.

Sucks doesn't it? Kelidanya thought rather vindictively, taking care to shield her thoughts, used to the pain as the bigger cat continued to buck into her squirming body, until finally he jammed in, one last time, even deeper. He roared and came, barbs flaring out inside the wrong hole, sharp points digging into Zagna's rectum and holding her in position as his balls churned.

"Finally..." Zagna relaxed, thinking that the worst of it was over. Kelidanya braced against what she knew was coming next as Gren released his grip on the lioness's neck and pulled out in one quick motion. Zagna never knew what hit her, the fully engorged and implanted barbs raking her tailhole. This is why you lift your rump! Kelidanya might have felt a bit more satisfaction if she hadn't been forced to feel the same thing. Her other hole might be prepped for those barbs, but not this one, and shrieking pain coursed down their shared spine.

Zagna widened her eyes and dropped her jaw, yowling and squealing in pain. Shuddering violently, the Orc spun them around, clawing Gren across the face. He was taken by surprise. Kelidanya had almost grown used to the pain, and hadn't tried to attack either of the males for days. She took him completely by surprise, and clawed bloody stripes down his face. Only his constant training let him dodge to the side, far enough that she barely missed his eye.

"Gren!" Zagna's cry was anguished, echoing through their minds, and she tried to use healing magic to cure him, but found out what any druid already knew, that you couldn't cast spells while in animal form (especially when you were in someone else's animal form!), and Gren wasn't waiting.

He snarled, enraged as he swung a paw, catching her on the side of the head -

• and suddenly she was lying on her back, her head throbbing. She barely had time to realize that he hadn't used his claws, showing more restraint than Zagna. With the air of a parent punishing a child, he pounced, flattening the dazed lioness to the ground. He reached down as if to grab her by the scruff, but her throat was bared to him instead. Sharp points dug into the sides of her tawny neck, not breaking the skin, but serving as an ominous warning. She wheezed through her constricted windpipe.

Kelidanya had seen that look before. The black lion didn't take challenges to his authority well, and he was most definitely still horny. Wincing, she spread her legs, tucking her paws to her chest - or she _tried_to. Her head still ringing, she'd forgotten that Zagna was still in control.

The orc started flailing, both magically, and physically, trying to escape both her feline body and Gren's crushing weight. Kelidanya knew it wouldn't work. Gren was too much stronger! To the druid's surprise, Zagna struck upward with both paws and she somehow managed to push the lion off of her and stagger to her feet. He kept his grip on the fur around her neck, however, and with a growl he twisted his head, cutting off all her breath. Zagna's valiant effort impressed Kelidanya. She buckled her legs and tried to fight it, but finally she ran out of air and will. The two of them sank to the floor, out cold.

Kelidanya awoke with a pounding headache, staring at the cave ceiling, still flickering from the weakening fire. At first she'd forgotten where she was or what was happening, and why her rump hurt so much. Glancing down, she was met with Gren's snarling face and his cold, brown eyes. Kelidanya sensed the warning in that stare, teeth inches from her face, and with Zagna either too groggy or too cowed to take control, Kelidanya managed to relax her body and look away from him.

"Whaa -" came a confused thought from her passenger, proof that the orc was still stuck inside with the druid. Gren grinned and let out a roar of triumph before thrusting into her, hard! This time his normally high aim worked to her benefit, his deep thrust sending tingles through her body. Kelidanya groaned as he filled her up, his muscular belly flattening her hind legs to either side, but Zagna ignored the small pleasure. Kelidanya could feel the orc try to struggle, but she'd failed to resume control of their magical link. "Wait Gren! Don't pull out!" the orc mentally screamed, remembering the unbearable pain from before.

He couldn't hear the orc's panicked words, and probably wouldn't have cared if he did. He jerked back, his barbs raking her insides, but this time, the sharp pain faded quickly to a dull ache, replaced instead by a twinge of pleasure. Whatever Zagna might think, her current body was _made_for this, and Kelidanya clenched tightly around him, bucking up against him weakly.

"Oh! Ohhhhh..." Zagna yowled, and half a sound started in Kelidanya's throat. Then a whole sound, as Zagna reflexively reclaimed their lioness body. She could feel Zagna's pleasure, not just physical, but also the joy as Gren claimed her, pinning her to the ground and fucking her hard. Together they felt the pain peak when his barbs tried uselessly to stimulate her to fertility - he'd already accomplished _that_goal. But as the pain rose, the pleasure always eclipsed it.

Suddenly she didn't know where Kelidanya began and Zagna ended. They were together in the moment, legs spread, bucking weakly up against their big, black lover. All the struggle and tension in their mental link faded away into singular harmony, and when Kelidanya purred, so did their shared form. When Kelidanya thought to whimper and focus on timing the blooming pleasure inside of her to Gren's last thrust, Zagna thought so, too.

Gren would be done with her when he was done with her, indifferent to the lioness's feelings. Together, the two females tried to thrust upward against Gren's strokes, but the powerful male pinned them angrily in place, still smarting from the gash near his eye. They could only shudder there as he had his way with them, voice raw from echoing throughout the small cave. She finally felt her own pleasure peak and clenched down hard on Gren, the hunter and her two pets joining together in leonine bliss.

Zagna wasn't prepared for when he pulled back out, but the physical and emotional joy of finally joining the lion she loved on more equal terms, she hardly even reacted beyond incoherent moaning.

"Kitten, I wish I could trade places with you..." came the sleepy voice of the orc in her head. For a few moments, the orcish ride-along lay there with a grin on her face, gazing over at Gren as the satisfied lion once again sprawled out in front of the fire. Then, the mind sharing Kelidanya's body fell away, slipping through the fragile, magical bonds. Zagna returned to her own body, her large, muscular form sinking to the floor next to the fire, drifting almost immediately into an exhausted sleep.

Kelidanya gave a snort of amusement. What a lightweight! The druid just wanted to fall asleep here by the fire, but after everything she'd learned - she pulled herself to her feet, padding over to the snoring orc. She couldn't exactly tuck the orc in, but she could pull Zagna's bedroll over her.

Then, with a big, leonine yawn, Kelidanya sprawled out to get some sleep as well.

Her eyes opened, but it was still dark out, the fire still roaring. Blinking, Kelidanya perked her ears to find out what had brought the tired lioness back to the waking world. Glancing up, she saw his large, maned silhouette between her and the fire.

Sleep would, once again, have to wait.