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Gender Swapped Spots

Written by Amethyst Mare

Commissioned by Jasiri & Luna

Jasiri?

The cheetah rolled over on his back, grumbling internally as his slumber was disturbed. An outcrop of rocks became his home seven moons ago, proving an excellent base from which to hunt through the summer months as young prey animals found their hooves. They were easy prey and, while Jasiri appreciated the thrill of the hunt as much as any hot-blooded feline, he appreciated the delicacy of young meat just as much. And who was he to shun what was within his reach? There was still challenge in evading the guardians of his prey, whatever that prey may be within the various herds. With easy access to sweeping grassland and alluring watering holes, his shelter was cocooned in the heart of an African paradise.

Something pushed against his side and the cheetah growled good-naturedly, looking up at his mate as she butted him with her head for a second time. The clouded leopard stood over him, grey tail flicking from side to side as her pink eyes fell hazy with uncertainty. How she had come to reside in Africa was a story indeed, being born in Asia, yet not one that she liked to speak of. It had been a long road and much better awaited her. With her grey fur dotted with black rosettes, she stood out on the plains - a challenge to her hunting. The rosettes on the bulk of her body, shoulders to rump, boasted dollops of pink fur in an unusual trait for her species that would never naturally occur in the wild. Luna could not explain how she had gotten her spots, a fact that irked her to no end when questioned by other wild cats they came across. She hated not knowing the answer to a question. Jasiri, on the other paw, never thought much on her distinctive colouring except to admire her sinuous form and beauty.

He swiped her nose and she jerked her head back, forepaws kneading the hard-packed earth in a quick, repetitive motion. Ear twitching, he reached out to her with his mind, brushing the edge of her thoughts with his and sending her a single line of what counted for speech between them.

What's wrong?

Jasiri rose to his paws and stretched luxuriously, hindquarters up in the air as his shoulders dipped and claws extended. He had slept too long but it was easy to relax in the cool silk of the cave when the sun raged outside. Standing, his heavy balls, larger than those of any other feline that he had met, swung below his abdomen, impossible to miss. At times, they made walking difficult if he did not spend his seed frequently enough to drain them, though his submissive kitten was always eager to have him plough her well-used sex for the release and simmering dominance he so craved. Fucking was even better than hunting, it had to be said. But the clouded leopard was not in heat and did not have mating on her mind either. Shaking her head, Luna shifted her weight anxiously.

There's something wrong in the old den.

The old den? Jasiri sat on his haunches and raised one paw to his muzzle, meticulously cleaning it of dust. What were you doing back there?

Luna swallowed and looked down, the tip of her tail tickling the ground as it lowered.

I wondered where the last cubs went, she said, avoiding his gaze. They grow up so swiftly, I wanted to see how they were doing. I thought that maybe one of them - Ayo, perhaps - had found a mate and settled there for this season, to hunt and raise young of their own. I only wonder what happens to them once they leave.

Oh, Luna. Jasiri rubbed his body against hers, twisting to repeat the comforting motion on the other side. You know they will not stay with us forever, it is their nature to leave, to start families of their own. We mate and breed more little ones to further our line...and breed for our pleasure too.

His black lips twitched as he recalled their most recent breeding but Luna was far from soothed. Mewling, she stomped her forepaws down with such force and distress that he balked at the sudden display.

No!_Her mind-touch stung him. _There is something there now_. It's the pools at the back, that hidden spring that saved us many a trip to the river with our litter. There's something_ in the pools. In them!

She paused, one paw raised from the ground as if she had been caught in the middle of a thought, poised to leap into motion. The leopard shook herself and met Jasiri's eyes, certainty shining in her own.

The pools are glowing. Foxfire.

Jasiri stiffened. No wonder she was so upset.

We have to ensure the den is safe, Luna insisted, nipping his shoulder as if the bite would get him to his paws and following her from their shelter. What if the kittens return? What if we need to return there next season? We need to make sure it is safe, that there is nothing wrong.

The cheetah looked away, head swinging to allow his gaze to travel. Nuzzling his mate's shoulder, he chuffed as she moved away, demanding a response before further contact.

Nothing bad will happen, kitten.

Jasiri tried to reassure her, sleep still clouding his thoughts with that fuzzy haze. Yes, it was strange that the old den had fallen foul of something they could not explain, although he believed the place beyond their concern. He could not bring the words to mind, however, as he looked into Luna's troubled eyes and arched forward to brush her cheek with his nose. Stepping away, she faced the cave entrance, looking back over her shoulder as their golden world cooled in the cradle of evening.

You need to see this.

*

The den in which they had raised three litters in was thankfully within a day's travel. Cheetahs were not built for long-distance running and his endurance was lower than Luna's, though she suffered a trek almost as much as he. In the baking sun, they trotted side by side through the long grass, skirting herds of prey. They already had full bellies and Luna was more focused on resting in the shade wherever possible rather than working on her hunting skills, always fine tuning what she had learned last. Their jaws hung open as they panted, cooling their bodies with the features nature had given htem.

Night fell as they reached the old den at last and Jasiri privately thanked the stars that they had a suitable place to rest for the night, or until their strength returned. The cave, tunnelling below ground level, was sweet and cool after the relentless heat and it was with a soft sigh that he paced into its confines, welcoming old, stale scents with a flick of his tail. It was home, or one particular home that he remembered fondly.

Bounding ahead, Luna took the lead and paused, standing as immobile as stone, spine quivering under coiled tension.

It is deep. She twitched her nose. Come. We must uncover what is happening here.

Deep? The cheetah groaned inwardly, head rolling in synchronization with his eyes. Of course it was deep. The spring was at the furthest end of the tunnelled cavern. His body trembled and he dipped his head as if it had suddenly become too great an effort to hold it up.

Yes, Luna. Jasiri suffered a flicker of irritation. I have been here before, remember?

Expression unreadable, she paced deeper, following the sound of trickling water wearing its path into the hidden stone as it had done for so many centuries before. He followed her pace after pace, following her swinging tail, through the widening tunnel to the main chamber where the walls shimmered with water.

The pools had become exposed to the elements as the ceiling of the cave crumbled away, chunks of dirt and rock littering the ground. He frowned and peered upwards, observing the moon and the canopy of stars. Though it was the same one that he could see all the time, it seemed inherently wrong to be able to look up at the night sky from within his old den. The moon gleamed in a perfect orb upon the surface of the pool at the rear of the cave and he approached it cautiously, darting alongside Luna in case there was any danger. He could not forgive himself if anything happened to her.

Rearing up on his hind legs, the cheetah rested his forepaws on the rim of the pool and tensed. Green and blue foxfire illuminated the pool, rippling with an imagined swell that made it seem as if the water itself was alive. Tongue lapping out along the line of his muzzle, Jasiri watched the lights leap and dance through the water, occasionally touching another isolated illumination and splitting off into a thousand fragments, only to reform and repeat the courting. Turning to Luna, who stood behind him, unwilling to stand any closer to the water that she had once drank from, he twitched an ear in unspoken communication.

You were right.

Looking down, he reached out a paw to touch the surface. Luna's eyes went wide and she gave a desperate snarl, launching herself at her mate to knock him aside. But it was too late - his paw was too close to the water to be stopped!

Don't!

There was a crack like lightning and Jasiri shot back from the pool, fur fluffed up from his body and hissing wildly. Luna fled from him, tail as rigid as a stark branch in her terror. His paw throbbed where it had touched the water, though there was no pain to speak of. Hunkering down on the dirt, he hissed fiercely, acting braver than he actually felt to ward off the sensation: it did no good. The tingling spread from his paw and shocked through his entire body like water through dry, cracked earth, setting him alight with energy. Huddling close to the ground, Luna mewled as the same energy took hold of her, transferred to her through Jasiri as he touched the water and she thumped into his side in her ill-advised wild charge.

Jasiri's balls churned and he growled, backing up until his rump hit the damp cave wall. Though he cried out, his balls sucked up into his body as if they had never existed, sheath vanishing in like fashion, mere seconds undoing his virility as his nerve endings thrummed. Clawing at the ground, he demanded his maleness back from a den empty of any fur other than his mate, who had no paw in the matter. Luna. His resolution hardened. He had to get to her, no matter what was happening. His spine stretched, making his body longer and more feminine, body slimming of the muscle he had so coveted, his pure, raw strength. Baring his teeth, he padded to Luna, struggling to force his body into action as lifting each paw was like sucking it back from quicksand.

Squirming on the floor, Luna wriggled on her back, muzzle contorted as the foreign energy changed her body as it pleased. Though Jasiri's changes were not complete, a chill went down his spine as he watched her femininity get sucked up into her body, a large, heavy set of balls covered with cream fur growing in its place. A sheath to match blossomed beneath her belly, the clouded leopard fighting her way to her paws as her fur fluffed up as if she had been zapped with electricity, a lightning bolt striking too close. Horror washed over the cheetah as he realised the implications of her change and he twisted about, working his shifting body into a position he may have taken to clean himself. He mewled in distress, worst fears confirmed as a snug, female sex lay tucked under his tail hole in lieu of his male parts. He shuddered and shuffled closer to Luna for comfort, muscle bulking out her frame. Even his vocalisations were higher now. Was Luna larger?

The gender change dominated his thoughts and he threw his mind at Luna's, feeling for her frantic, confused thoughts. She did not yet understand but Jasiri did. He understood what had happened all too well. He was now a she. And Luna was the breeding stud he had been proud to be. A stud that he was not anymore.

Shakily, Luna swayed from left to right and back again. Under his new weight and bulk, his strengthening legs buckled and held - just. Luna. Luna, the male clouded leopard. The thought did not make sense to Jasiri. His grey tail flicked into the shaft of moonlight that slanted on to the pool at his back and stirred up the moonlight with grey and black in its passing. Jasiri shivered, struck by how much weaker she was in comparison to her mate. The leopard could pin her down with one bound, ram that massive breeding spire into her desperate, messy cunt...

Jasiri jerked. Why was she thinking that? That was crazy talk! She was the one with the cock, she was the virile stud. Yet there was no longer anything between her legs bar a snug, female sex. Confused, she paused and dipped her muzzle to the cavern floor. Her head hurt. She sent out a thought to Luna, relieved to feel the familiar brush of her leopard's mind against her own.

Luna?_She tried tentatively. _Luna? Are you okay? Luna, I'm sorry.

The clouded leopard swung his head slowly to face her, fur fluffed up as if to make himself appear larger than he was. That was not a farce, however: Luna was certainly larger than Jasiri now. It was as if their respective sizes and body shapes had been swapped, though the cheetah estimated that the leopard had more size and bulk than she ever had boasted. Jasiri trembled, paws tingling. What would that bulk feel like, pinning her down as she was fucked?

Luna raised his head proudly and stalked closer, placing each large paw with careful consideration. Swallowing, Jasiri fought deeply rooted instinct not to display every nuance of submissive behaviour that she had so enjoyed from Luna. It felt right to have the clouded leopard standing over her.

I knew there was something here. You did not believe me, but I knew something was afoot in the den, this cave.

Luna's thoughts came tinged with arrogant pride, satisfaction at being proven right. He had done well in investigating. After all, look what had come of it. His gaze fell upon Jasiri, the pink bright and sharp in the irises.

Turn around, kitten, he growled.

What?_Jasiri balked, shaking her head. _Why do you want me to turn around?

She had one guess, a feeling in the pit of her stomach that encompassed both sinking dread and butterflies of anticipation. Determined to not give in so easily, the cheetah set her paws apart and tensed her muscles in preparation to leap aside. Perhaps Luna did not intend what she thought he did? Not her sweet leopard!

That notion disappeared as swiftly as it entered her mind as something fleshy dropped beneath Luna's stomach. As large, if not larger, than hers had been, the barbed cock hung imposingly, daring Jasiri not to stare. The sheer size of it made Luna adjust his position for balance, lest he tumble over - it was a problem that Jasiri had once known. The cheetah licked her lips anxiously, remembering how it had felt to plough into Luna with that barbed rod, how the leopard had yowled in pleasure-pain. It would rip open any normal feline. Jasiri quailed. Was she a normal feline or could she handle her mate's breeding shaft?

Smug with his new addition, Luna licked his paw nonchalantly, tail swishing as if to draw the eye towards his rump and fat, swinging balls. Looming over his mate, the leopard's jaws parted in a feral, snarling grin, eyes wild with lust.

It was nice having you as the stud in my life, Jasiri,_Luna smirked, muscle rippling beneath his coat. _That was the past. I am the stud now. And you will understand that. You will submit, kitten.

Advancing on Jasiri, his teeth glinted in the moonlight and the cheetah shrank into a crouch, belly submissively and protectively flat to the ground. Luna dug his claws into the softer soil, tail curling slowly from side to side as he stalked his prey, enjoying the hunt that he knew would reap delicious spoils.

You are the one who gets knocked up now. A litter to be carried by you, Jasiri.

Rocking on his hindquarters, Luna hurled his body forward with a fierce, feline yowl. In the cave, thunder cracked and whipped the air into a frenzy, foxfire leaping from the pool as if fighting to escape. Luna would have been curious about the effect if he had been a female still, but his mind was firmly fixed on other matters. Panicked by the change and howling winds, Jasiri tried to run but was pinned by the heavy weight of her mate upon her back, shoulders plummeting to the ground. Luna purred in her ear, kneading her shoulders to show off the strength of his muscles.

Keep still, kitten.

As Luna pressed upon her shoulders, Jasiri's rump rose instinctively, a low mewl escaping her muzzle. She quaked. She sounded just like a feral cat in heat, begging to be bred. Oh, she wanted it so badly. She wanted her mate's cock to claim her, his teeth pricking her scruff as he arched, driving in with breeding need. Would she really carry his litter of kittens? The cheetah's breath came in gulping gasps, eyes half-closed as Luna prodded around her rump with the tapered tip of his cock. How she hoped that her belly would swell with life from this mating.

Hissing, Luna grasped the loose fur and skin at the back of her neck between his teeth and dug in the sharp points, back curving as the tip of his cock found the prize it sought. Jasiri's eyes widened - she was already dripping! - and she shrieked as she was rudely invaded. The barbed cock slid in smoothly, stretching her to an extent that she could not believe possible. Yet it was what Luna had felt all those times that he - as a she - had been fucked and bred and pounded before. Maybe it was time Jasiri got a taste of her own, very pleasurable, medicine.

She bore the stretch, barely, and forgot the barbs in her relief. Luna withdrew for another thrust and the barbs dug into her soft inner walls, catching but not tearing. Jasiri hissed, twisting as she strove to endure the pain that would induce ovulation, ensuring she was primed to take Luna's seed. Mewling pitifully, Jasiri relaxed as Luna drove in, easing the pain and increasing the stretch, going deeper than his first forced entry. The drag of the barbs was as torturously painful and pleasurable as it had been the first time, yet desired and dreaded at the same time. Jasiri's chest heaved, narrow frame expanding and contracting rapidly as she breathed, dragging in quick breaths as she was able.

Easy, kitten. As dominant and demanding as he was, Luna took care of his mate, nuzzling the back of her head with his lips. It will get easier.

He laughed, mirth rumbling through his chest, the sensitive moment coming to an abrupt end.

If I loved taking your cock, you can adore taking my even larger shaft. You will learn to crave it, beg me for it.

She already craved it, she wanted to say. She would be begging for it if she was not already being bred. The prick and pain of the barbs became easier to bear with every thrust and she hissed between her teeth, lips curling back from her teeth. Luna's balls slapped into Jasiri's legs and lower abdomen, driving little shocks through the cheetah's body at their size and weight. The barbs felt so good running over the very edge of her pussy, teasing and stimulating the sensitive area until she could not help but feel her need rising. Unlike the roar of male desire, it was subtler and nudged against her mind with unavoidable insistency. She had to have it, she had to feel the pleasure even if it was not the same as what she had had as a male. Pushing back into her mate's thrusts, the cheetah sucked in harsh breaths, hips rolling as she encouraged Luna to thrust harder, to claim her as his.

Huffing, the leopard rocked into his mate, teeth once again catching the back of Jasiri's neck in a mating bite. His jaw clenched, drawing blood, and the cheetah shuddered, utterly and completely dominated by her partner. What Luna was doing could only be described as claiming the cheetah as his property. The leopard shifted his weight for better leverage, pounding the cheetah's tight cunt with a ferocity that Jasiri doubted she could match in her submissive state. Pussy slick with a mixture of what she presumed was Luna's pre cum, pouring into her in an active demonstration of his virility, and her own arousal, it was easy for the cheetah to crave and take more. She wished Luna's cock was even bigger so that she could be stretched further, forced up to her limits and beyond.

And other things would swell in times to come.

How will it feel to carry my litter, little one? Luna growled, tendrils of thought claiming her mind as his own, stealing sanctuary. How does it feel to be possessed? You are mine and mine alone.

Yes..._Jasiri panted. _Please make me your breeding kitten, make me yours. Please, I want nothing else, nothing more.

Luna growled, approving of the sentiment, and thrust viciously, caring only for his release. Jasiri would take every inch he cared to deliver and gratefully so. With the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, lust thrummed through the clouded leopard's veins, driving him on to greater heights. Tail lashing, he relished in every single thrust, forcing the cheetah's snatch open with feral satisfaction in the breeding. It was right. Over the pool of foxfire, lightning crackled but it did not concern Luna: he would deal with that later. Or he would have Jasiri deal with it. He would need to rest after making his claim.

Drawing near to his peak, Luna grunted with every thrust, half-forgetting to breathe as he focused on the repetitive, driving motion and sensations fogging his brain. Muscles tensed and rippled under his fur, demonstrating his masculinity, and he felt a surge of pride in his form. Oh, yes, it was good to be the stud. His pre cum oozed from Jasiri's cunt, dripping to the ground and staining the fur between her legs, marking his kitten for the first time in this form. She would carry his scent and carry his litters. He wondered briefly if he felt what Jasiri had felt when breeding before, but it did not matter. Luna was the stud now.

The leopard bit in deeper into the cheetah's neck but Jasiri hardly noticed, body hanging on the edge of a release she had not known was feasible. Luna suddenly pounded into his kitten in short, sharp thrusts, rocking closer and closer to release until it overcame him, lungs heaving. The orgasm was unlike anything he had ever experienced and his balls tightened up against his body, thick streams of cum pumping through his thick length to seed his mate. The full volume could not be contained by the cheetah's cunt and it instead drooled out in viscous ropes, pooling on the cave floor around Jasiri's hind paws. Jasiri mewled as she was filled and Luna's male climax set off her own, ecstasy vibrating through her form and making her muscles weak with how it attacked her mind. Her legs twitched as they fought to support her weight, tail lashing like a thing possessed.

Coming down from climax, satisfied exhaustion quivered through Luna's body and he released Jasiri's scruff with a purr.

I'm a bigger, better stud than you ever were, Luna purred into her ear, bathing the side of her muzzle with soft, approving laps of her tongue.

Jasiri shivered. Part of her, the male part that lingered in the back of her mind, did not want it to be true. She wanted to have her cock back, pin Luna to the floor and put the leopard in his place, fill his womb with a litter of kittens as virile and lusty as she was. A larger part of her did not deny the validity of his words and accepted them as truth. It was only right that the stud with the larger cock took her and made her his own. It was how things should be.

More virile and potent than you could ever dream to be,_Luna continued, letting his softening shaft slip from the cheetah's sore pussy._Your womb, constantly carrying my cubs, will be a testament to my position as your stud and my complete and utter dominance over you.

Jasiri panted, cunny aching. It was a good ache though, one that would ensure she would remember their liaison until next time. And she knew that 'next time' would likely come very soon, if Luna had his way. If Luna was anything like she had been, the cheetah would be fucked several times a day at least. Perfect.

Turning her muzzle, Jasiri lapped her mate's cheek, tongues briefly touching as they groomed each other's faces in a lover's kiss. Jasiri dropped to her belly and groaned as the motion forced out cum, the base of her tail sticky with the substance. She did not mind. It was good to be marked by Luna. All the other males would know that she was owned. Settling down beside Jasiri, Luna's tail flicked lazily and the leopard bumped heads with Jasiri, purring.

They would work out what had happened to them at some point but, for now, that did not matter. There would be time. The pair would be happy as they were for a while longer, Jasiri taking Luna's place as a breeding kitten. Content, Luna rested his head on his paws and drifted into comfortable, deep slumber with his mate at his side.

And, in the pool, the foxfire danced.

*

I've worked it out, Luna said, sprawled in the sun to absorb its warmth.

Though either of them could not stay in the blasting heat for too long, it was relaxing to enjoy warmth licking their fur. Drained, Jasiri rested beneath an Acacia, lying flat on her belly and panting, though not from the heat this time. Her sex drooled cum from an earlier mating - the one that had her so worn out in the middle of the day. Her stomach growled: she needed to hunt. Yet energy must first be reclaimed.

What have you worked out? She enquired.

Luna flicked his tail.

I've worked out how we can reverse this. Something to try. He paused. I see no reason why it shouldn't work.

Curiosity roused, Jasiri scrambled to her paws, grunting as cum spilled messily from her sex. A way for her to be a stud again? She had to know!

Paws skittering across the dry earth, the cheetah crawled closer to her mate, legs near buckling beneath her.

What are you waiting for? Tell me!

The clouded leopard stretched, paws flexing and claws extending for a brief moment.

But that would give my secret away, Luna smirked, rolling over with yellow dust in his fur. I wouldn't want to do that now, would I?

Jasiri stood, shocked. Despite the heat of the day, cold washed over her as if Luna had dunked her under the water of the lake. Not that she would swim in the watering hole. There were crocodiles there with jaws that could snap a feline clean in half. Some of the shallower pools were nice to explore, as long as nothing untoward lurked under the surface or within the plant life.

The cheetah shook herself, reality snapping back again as she approached Luna. The leopard had to be joking, winding her up. He enjoyed the power he had claimed and was simply reluctant to sacrifice it, surely?

I think you can stay like this until you've birthed our litter, Luna said. After that, I will consider telling you my secret. I rather like being your stud, kitty.

Jasiri's temper flared and she shook her head, slamming a paw into the ground.

I am not a kitty! Jasiri growled, sinking into an aggressive stance, tail lashing. You cannot do this, Luna, I forbid it.

Oh, you forbid it, do you?

Luna stalked around the cheetah in a tight circle, not allowing her to move from her position on the edge of the shade. Jasiri whirled about, seeking escape, but was blocked every time. It had taken some getting used to, being on a lower physical level than Luna, but she had thought it something temporary, not long term. Tail flicking and beating the clouded leopard's side, Jasiri growled as threateningly as she was able, half-rearing back on her hind legs to show off her claws. Luna only laughed, however, and darted out of the way, quicker and stronger in every way. And, as Luna circled, his cock slipped from its sheath, hardening into the breeding spire Jasiri was now intimately familiar with. Her loins seared with arousal at the very sight of it.

Jasiri steeled her resolve, trying to ignore instinct when it fought against her mind, her desires, her free will.

I am not submitting to you, Luna.

The leopard laughed, voice tinkling through her mind.

Silly kitten, he crooned, rubbing along Jasiri's side. You already have.

Whipping about with lightning speed, Luna dove at Jasiri, tackling the cheetah with a fierce growl that scattered birds from the Acacia above. Its canopy cast shade over the couple as they fought for dominance, feline claws pricking and teeth snapping too close to jugulars for comfort. Shocked to find Luna challenging her, Jasiri was slow to fight back, bowled over on her rump with an undignified 'thud'. The clouded leopard followed swiftly, licking his lips as he narrowed his focus to his prize, his cheetah. Though Jasiri tried to scramble away, he easily trapped her beneath his bulk, rumbling with amusement at her feeble efforts.

Struggling, Jasiri twisted, mewling and crying pitifully as she realised the game was up. If only she was not so aroused by the whole situation - she could have won, she could have fought back and proven herself. Her body was a traitor!

Give up, kitten,_Luna purred, claws raking sensually through Jasiri's fur. _I'm the stud now. Give up and maybe I'll breed you again. You do want my cock, don't you? My fat balls emptying a load of cum into your stretched cunt? Be a good kitten now and clean my shaft.

Growling, Jasiri moved into the space allowed as Luna shifted and nuzzled under Luna's belly, imagining that the leopard was performing the action on her, a male again. It had been something they frequently enjoyed. To be on the submissive side as of the liaison was humiliating and humming with 'rightness' that resonated through her very bones.

Lapping over the soft fur of Luna's thighs, Jasiri stroked her rough tongue over the heavy orbs, imagining that she could feel cum churning within, waiting to be pumped into her cunt. Jasiri shivered and mewled like a kitten, lavishing attention over each ball in turn. They were so large that it took her several minutes to feel like she had covered them at least adequately in long, slow laps, dampening down the thin coat of fur there. Above her, Luna purred his approval, fur fluffed up along the ridge of his spine.

Good kitten, he purred.

Patting Jasiri on the rump, Luna rolled his shoulders luxuriously, relaxing in the release of tension brought forth by the action. His stomach rumbled and the thought of hunting crossed his mind. Yes: the hunt. He had been so distracted breeding his new kitten that he had not thought to stay on top of their hunger levels. Poor kitten must be hungry too, looking for sustenance. He looked down at her, hips jerking as Jasiri transferred her attention to his cock, licking carefully along the barbed length so that she wouldn't painfully catch her tongue. Luna did not want to send Jasiri away either, feeling her easy prey to stray males before his scent was truly embedded in her fur and skin. Every male that came across her had to know that the cheetah was his and his alone. Luna growled and Jasiri glanced up in misplaced concern. No other male would take his cheetah from him!

Teasing the tip of Luna's cock, the cheetah skilfully worked him up, driving the clouded leopard's need to a crescendo. Every muscle in Luna's body trembled as if it took great restraint for him to remain still, not to rut his cheetah as his body craved, to enjoy the pleasure a little while longer. The climax would be all the sweeter for holding off and taking advantage of every drop of attention Jasiri could offer. Lapping around the softer head of Luna's cock, Jasiri scooped up globules of delicious pre cum, sending them down her gullet with a satisfied gulp. Luna shivered, claws digging into the dirt: the cheetah really did have a delightful tongue.

On your belly, kitten.

Jasiri squirmed. She was not a kitten! But she shifted on to her stomach all the same, laying her sinuous, slender body upon the grass. Loose dirt shifted beneath her paws and she settled in comfortably, feminine folds already moistening in anticipation of what was to come. She had learned what she could expect of Luna by this time and knew it was best to get comfortable. She blinked, feeling like she had had that thought before but it did not matter - Luna was already on top of her, cock bumping her rump and tail with questing insistence. He was not to be denied.

Luna nipped the scruff of Jasiri's neck playfully, bathing the healing punctures in skin and fur where he had first bred the cheetah, taking her in a deep mating bite.

I expect you're already carrying my litter but let us make sure of that, shall we?

Jasiri bobbed her muzzle and looked up as her mate thrust, eyes fixed on the sensitive white slash of Luna's throat. The leopard's cock plunged into her ready, dripping pussy in a single motion, thrusting in to the hilt. The cheetah stiffened and yowled, startling the birds from their shady perch once more - one would have thought they would learn, but apparently not - feverishly forced open. Luna did not like to go slow and growled as he thrust, pulling back swiftly as the barbs caught, stimulating the cheetah for an ovulation that was unnecessary, considering her state.

Striving to endure the initial pain, Jasiri twisted beneath Luna, tail swiping between the leopard's legs where it had been forced to the side. The cheetah's tail brushed those fat balls and she shuddered, knowing how much was cradled there, waiting to be spent in her cunt. Luna replenished his stores of seed with remarkable virility. It showed just why he was the stud now and not Jasiri, truly. The one with the bigger cock and balls always called the shots. It was how they worked and it had never felt so good to look up to a male with a bigger cock.

Mm... Luna closed her eyes. You're looser after being bred earlier. Still sore?

Jasiri tensed, back arching as much as she was able without pulling away.

Ah...yes, she admitted. Please don't stop.

Luna chuckled, his amusement tickling Jasiri's mind.

I have no intention of stopping, kitten.

Biting gently into her scruff, Luna mated the cheetah in the rough, ferocious style that he had all but coined as her own. Jasiri gave a low 'mrowl', breath coming only through heaving gasps that sucked in much needed oxygen. The clouded leopard thrust with a self-satisfied grunt, teeth tugging at the cheetah's neck, loose skin and fur firmly but gently clasped between his teeth. He needed to keep Jasiri on her toes, after all, continuously guessing what he would do next. Under his belly, the cheetah squirmed, rocking forward every time his hips came flush with her rump. It amazed Jasiri, even after so many breeding sessions, how heavy his balls were, thumping into her pussy and legs with every thrust. The weight of them was astounding and they were so much.

She purred, arching up against her stud. Yes, it was good to be bred.

Neither feline noticed the cheetah slinking through the savannah grass, spots breaking up his outline so that prey would not spot him. The mating felines, of course, were not prey, but something of great interest to him. The male cheetah hunkered low to the ground, tail swishing in an outward display of his curiosity. Without the defining intelligence of the pair that he observed, all he saw was a cheetah being mated by a male of another species. And that was not right to him. He was expanding his territory, seeking fresh plains and herds of prey. Licking his lips, he lowered his head. The female would be his.

Unaware, Luna hammered into Jasiri's pussy as if it was the last fuck he would ever. The barbs clawed at Jasiri's cunt and she arched, desperate for the sensation. The earlier soreness dissipated, overcome by the pleasure of being bred and taken as she should be. Touching her mind to Luna's, she panted and moaned the leopard's name, begging without words to be pounded harder and harder until she could take no more.

The cheetah stalked closer, haunches rolling with muscle and power that demonstrated his penchant for speed. He could not reveal himself until within striking distance, at which point his legs would propel him forward swiftly enough to catch a speeding gazelle.

Driving into the cheetah with a muffled yowl, Luna shuddered as he hit his peak, tail twitching. His balls delivered a fresh load of cum into his kitten, pumping it in so deep that it coated her cervix, already leaking into her womb. If the cheetah had any eggs unfertilized, she would not go without a heavy, swaying stomach of kittens for much longer. Luna lapped the cheetah's neck softly, feeling his mate tremble beneath him in the afterglow of breeding, small frame heaving for breath.

Have to give you plenty of attention from your stud, kitten. Luna rumbled. You best be ready for me after the hunt later.

The cheetah shook her head, still caught by the pleasure rolling through her body. It was unstoppable.

Again? Jasiri panted. You have only just had me. You have made your point, Luna. I am yours.

Though her thoughts came tinged with exasperation, Jasiri loved that they were true, yet she would not admit it directly to Luna. The clouded leopard stepped back, cock sliding from the cheetah's abused folds and a torrent of cum pouring from the orifice.

Do you not want your stud?

Luna pretended indifference, licking a paw with surprising delicacy. Sighing, Jasiri looked up and nuzzled her mate's cheek.

I always want my stud, Jasiri admitted, hanging her head as the humiliation of looking up to the one that had been beneath her hit home. I want to be fucked and made yours every single day, as often as possible. I want to carry as many litters as you're willing to give me. I want to be yours and only yours, Stud.

Luna was not listening. He turned his head to the left, every muscle stilled so that he could catch the faintest noise on the breeze without hindering his senses. There was another out there. They were being watched, he was sure of it. Blood boiling, it took the clouded leopard a solid minute to catch the broken outline of the cheetah, his shape disguised by the long grass. His eyes were sharper than those of a prey animal and Luna watched him intently, locking his gaze with the cheetah's.

Following Luna's line of sight, Jasiri recognised the object of his attention and, drooling cum, scrambled to her paws. Her legs trembled: she was exhausted. Could she run? Normally she would have fought the cheetah and sent him packing but she was no longer in any position to do that. Perhaps she could fight the cheetah if she was at her full strength, as a female, but there was no way she could do that after being mounted so many times, every muscle in her body aching fiercely. Licking her lips, she eased behind Luna, ashamed to seek protection from her mate. She should be the one protecting Luna.

The clouded leopard turned to her, eyes bright.

Do you know his scent?

No.

Jasiri stiffened, instinct screaming at her to run from the strange male. Yet her mate showed no sign of fear. On the contrary, he held his muzzle at a cocky angle. Slinking out of the long grass - he knew that he had been discovered - the male cheetah watched and waited. Their turn.

Luna chuckled, chuffing his mirth, and stepped out of the shade, the dappled shadows no longer rendering his body difficult to discern. He could forgive the cheetah for thinking him weak, an easy target to steal a mate from. Perhaps. He could be kind. Stepping into the hot sunlight, Luna permitted the cheetah his first sight of his rolling, muscular body and excessively virile balls, impossible to miss as they swung. The cheetah seemed to reconsider his decision to approach, test the waters with the female, and hesitated, tail swishing against golden stalks at his back. Luna's muscles bulged.

Luna snarled, a feline shriek building in his throat.

She's mine! He growled, jaws parted to show off his deadly teeth, larger than those boasted by the cheetah. My mate! My territory!

Darting forward, he made as if to attack the cheetah in a bound but the strange male was already gone, leaping through the grass as if the fires of hell flared at his heels. Such a coward. Luna snorted: That had been too easy. Did his size and bulk really scare off other males so easily? He should have chased the cheetah, leapt upon his back and pinned him down, bred him like the submissive cat that he truly was. Luna licked his muzzle, imagining showing another male exactly who commanded the territory. He could even have a few of them kept within his den for his amusement, pretty pets that he could breed again and again while they hunted for him. None would compare to his Jasiri, of course, but she could use the rest too. It was an attractive thought. Arrogant at the simple victory, he turned about and strutted back into the shade, ready to show off his prowess to Jasiri.

Yet the cheetah was nowhere to be seen. Looking from left to right, the leopard blinked as if doing so would encourage the cheetah to miraculously appear.

Jasiri? Jasiri? Luna scented the air, worried for his mate. Where are you?

There was no answer, though the cheetah's scent remained thick in the air. She was not far. Sheepishly, Jasiri touched Luna's mind with her own, sending her an image of where she was. The leopard jerked her head up and chuffed a laugh.

The cheetah clung to a thick bough of the Acacia tree, trying her best to appear casual in the moment. Tail hanging off the edge of the branch, she looked down, forepaws wrapped around the bark. The clouded leopard craned his neck trying to see Jasiri more clearly, almost earning himself more than a painful twinge in the process. Shifting her weight, Jasiri's claws scratched through the bark, sending fragments down on top of Luna's head.

Come down from there, Luna said, shaking himself. There is nothing to fear. I have made sure that he is well gone.

As an additional precaution, Luna scanned the area while Jasiri scrambled down from the tree, dripping cum as she came. The cheetah, much to her delight, found her slimmer form perfectly suited to tree climbing, now possessing the strength and lightness to streak to the highest branches. Pride glowed about her and she spun in a circle before Luna, unable to contain her excitement. Though he laughed at Jasiri's antics, the leopard affectionately butted heads with her, purring as they reunited.

I will protect you, kitten.

Jasiri purred. She liked to know that Luna was looking after her. She needed that now, when exhaustion rattled her bones and her stomach growled. Once they had hunted, she would feel so much better. And she would send any stray cheetahs fleeing with claw marks on their rumps!

There was still one matter left silent, however.

Are you ever going to tell me your secret? The cheetah grumbled, rubbing her body along the length of Luna's. How we can be changed back?

Luna considered the request.

I hold the 'key' for us to change back, kitten, he conceded carefully, eyes sliding to the left as he recalled. But I control when we change back. Once you have had a litter by me, we shall revisit this.

The clouded leopard paused, rumbling as Jasiri dipped her muzzle in acceptance of his will and superiority. Luna was her stud, after all, and she was to listen to him.

I rather like having you as my breeding kitten.

A smirk pulling at the feline's black lips, Luna spun in a circle and leapt away, enticing Jasiri to follow. His tail lashed the shadows and he scented the air, speculating upon where prey would be best found as the day drew to a close, daylight simmering to an evening savannah glow.

For now, let us hunt. I am starved!

*

Jasiri groaned, sprawled out on her side in their rocky den where she was shaded from the noonday sun. The miniscule motion of rolling over felt as tedious as climbing a tree with a full stomach, no - umpteen trees. Jasiri licked her shoulder, eyes roaming down the side of her changing body that no longer looked like hers, bar the spots she loved so. Her stomach bulged as she moved, Jasiri unable to hide her pregnancy even if she had wanted to. Luna had hunted for her already that day, taking care of his mate, even though she was still fully capable of hunting for herself. The clouded leopard knew all too well the tiredness brought on by carrying a litter and strove to do all he could for the cheetah. It was the best he could do for her, though there was a side effect to his position.

Luna strutted into the den with a bloody muzzle, proud of how he could care for Jasiri as she had once done for him. Licking his chops, he looked fondly down at his cheetah. They would always work together.

Are you feeling better after resting?

Somewhat, Jasiri sighed. Is it always this exhausting?

Mostly, Luna agreed, nuzzling the top of Jasiri's head. It is the way of it, but will be over soon.

Yes, the kittens move already.

The cheetah swelled with pride, looking down at her stomach as if expecting a sudden motion. Under her attention, their young refused to move a muscle and she grunted in disappointment, earning herself a chuffed laugh from Luna.

They don't perform when you watch them. The clouded leopard rested a paw on Jasiri's back as he flopped down beside her.They will grow into strong, young cats, ready to take on the plains with my strength.

Jasiri swallowed and slid her gaze away. Once, she had passed her strength on to their litters. What would she pass on now? There was no way to tell. Earlier litters had bragged Luna's kindness and intelligence above all else, his sharp way of seeing the world. Now Luna would easily pass on his strength, size and bulk. But what from Jasiri? They could only wait impatiently to uncover the truth as the kittens grew.

Raising her head, Jasiri caught her mate's attention.

Luna?

Yes?

The clouded leopard groomed a paw, working his tongue through the fur. Even as a male, he hated to be unclean for too long, keeping his coat in gleaming condition. Sometimes he demanded that Jasiri groom him.

Why does it feel like I'm still in heat? Jasiri groaned, rubbing her forehead against the cool earth. I burn. I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me. It doesn't go away. Why doesn't it go away?

I do not know, kitten, Luna blinked, concern shining in his eyes. Perhaps it is an effect of the foxfire? My heats were fierce but, of course, non-existent when carrying young.

The cheetah shifted, distressed. It was the opposite of the lust she felt as a male, that instinctive need to breed that she was all too eager to embrace. Instead of wanting to mount, Jasiri wanted to be pinned, bitten and fucked like a needy female in heat, as often as Luna would allow her the honour. She wanted the sun licking her fur as he snarled in her ear, showing her irrevocably that she was his. Shuddering, Jasiri swung her head from left to right, striving to clear it from heat-stricken thoughts clouding her senses. With the tinge of blood on his muzzle, Luna smelled so good.

She needed him to fuck her.

The only thing that seems to quell it is your cum, Jasiri growled, intending to slam a frustrated paw into the ground but only managing a soft pat. Being fucked by you makes it go away for a time. It makes me crave your cock, your seed, your power.

Jasiri's cheeks flushed with the confession and she lowered her muzzle to the cool floor, body trembling lightly. Luna rose to her paws and the cheetah turned to follow his motion, wicked hope blossoming in her chest.

Oh, kitten, you should have said earlier...

Luna shook out dust from his fur, eyes narrowing in mock ferociousness as lust roared within him. The cheetah was even more delectable when heavy with his offspring. It was an open testament to his extreme virility that he had been able to knock her up so swiftly. Why, it was even possible that she had taken the very first time she had been bred! He liked that thought.

Walking behind, Luna lowered his head to her pussy, swiping his tongue over her sweet snatch. She mewled and arched, staying in place for him and trying to keep her tail out of the way, though it flicked restlessly in that feline fashion. His cock pushed eagerly from its warm sheath, growing full and hard in seconds, though, to his surprise, it did not stop there. Once at its normal size, his barbed cock grew even more, becoming thicker around and greater in length. The barbs fleshed out, points small but bodies fierce, and he felt rather than saw his balls engorging with cum, seed aching to be released and pumped into a breeding female: his sultry kitten. He reared his head back, amazed by the effect Jasiri's continued heat had upon him, and purred warmly.

Maybe it was the foxfire after all. The clouded leopard licked his lips, cleaning them of Jasiri's seductive taste. It was not as if he minded a bigger cock and balls. Jasiri would be even tighter when he fucked her with the new tool. How exotic. Wide eyed, the cheetah's jaw dropped and she gave a needy whine, begging with her eyes and submissive posture.

Please, fuck me...

Luna lifted a paw, lips twitching cockily.

Suck my cock first, kitten. My cum is not only for your pussy. Please me and then I'll fuck you with this nice, thick breeding shaft.

Whimpering, Jasiri wriggled under his stomach and made no other complaint, so desperate was she to have her heat sated - it was not as if she could do it herself. She lapped over the head of his cock, drooling with thick pre cum, and moaned, swallowing every drop, tongue slathering his length. The barbs were smooth against her rougher tongue as she lapped carefully in the right direction. She doubted they could cause any harm to her muzzle if she did catch them, however: Luna had sunk his maw, as a female, around her cock enough times in the past for the cheetah to know that it was very much possible to undertake.

Reaching his balls, she spared them a few licks, preoccupied by his fearsome, swollen length to spend too much time on them, though she craved what they contained more than water. Why, she was sure that she could survive on his protein-filled cum alone if he wanted her to!

Good, kitten...

Her mind sang with the praise and she fell deeper under the heat-spiralling. Parting her jaws further, Jasiri took the head of his cock between her lips, unable to suckle as she would have liked due to her teeth and the size of the shaft. It stretched her jaws to their limits and she stifled a cough as she pushed down further, letting the head slip into the back of her throat. Not even a third of the length sank between her lips but Luna sighed, paws flexing against the dirt. He had not yet experienced the full pleasure a sweet muzzle could give and Jasiri intended to deliver.

Jasiri struggled to control her gag reflex as she sank lower on the fat breeding spire, wishing it was in her cunt instead of her maw. Bobbing her muzzle the best she could, she widened her jaws and pressed her tongue to the underside every time she drew back, smoothing down the barbs. Luna growled and shifted his paws restlessly, wanting to shift into motion, breed her, but cautious of harming his mate with an ill-timed thrust. It was a double edged sword of wanting more pleasure and also not desiring to hurt his mate in any way, though he knew that Jasiri was more durable than she appeared.

Drawing her head back, the cheetah took a moment to breathe, rest her jaw and tease the head of his cock with her dextrous tongue. It had the desired effect and she took courage from his moans that she was doing it right, licking between the barbs to catch the most sensitive spots, muzzle dipping to the base. Circling the base several times with her tongue, she purred softly, letting the vibrations travel through his member - she had loved when Luna did that to her. She licked Luna's balls with the adoration she felt they deserved, the cheetah slowly made her way back up the thick length, parting her muzzle around the head once more. She sank down on his cock with greater confidence, taking as much between her lips and teeth as she felt she could safely, though she wished to have the full length driving down her throat. But that was impossible, she knew it was. Maybe just in fantasy? The cheetah shivered.

Panting harshly, the clouded leopard's tail lashed with a mind of its own and he raised and lowered one hind paw. The slick, warm muzzle wrapped around his cock pushed him closer and closer to a climax brought on too early. He wanted more - he would have more! A growl built in the leopard's throat and he tensed every muscle, swaying in time with the rhythm Jasiri set. His hips rolled as if he could actually fuck her muzzle, work in deep for his own pleasure. Too quickly after the deep-throat, Jasiri withdrew and Luna clawed at the edge of frustration, refusing to allow it to take hold. He wanted more! He would not allow her to dictate the course of action any longer, as much as she tried to please him. He would have exactly what he wanted!

Hips rocking, Luna placed a paw on the cheetah's back, forcing her body down to the ground and muzzle up around his length. Mewling around the shaft, Jasiri struggled to breathe, moving with Luna to inhale as the clouded leopard pulled back, lightly thrusting into her mouth. Pushing deep enough that the cheetah could not breathe with the rod stuffed between her jaws, she braced her forelegs, straining to get enough leverage so that she could give him all the pleasure he desired.

Regardless of her very best intentions, Luna was not to be denied in any way.

Roaring in male lust, the leopard curved his back and thrust wildly, driving between the cheetah's dangerous teeth as if he had forgotten the need for his own safety. He snarled and humped her muzzle, making her gag with every thrust until a hiss erupted from his lips, orgasm crashing down like a tidal wave. His large balls churned with cum and Jasiri felt the head of his cock press to the back of her throat in an intimate kiss, cum spurting straight down her throat. She coughed and fought to keep up with his load, swallowing rapidly, but cum still dribbled over her lips, staining her fur and drooling on to the ground. Luna growled, lust still simmering below the surface.

Not satisfied with one climax, Luna stepped away from Jasiri in one quick motion, the cheetah panting in a pool of cum. His cock did not soften as his lust raged and he pounced upon Jasiri with a snarl that could have been savage under different circumstances. Arching over her rump, his paws hit the ground on either side of her huge stomach, cock finding its target in seconds. He had had plenty of practice in mounting his cheetah and could not find it within him to wait another second. Though his cock was larger and the cheetah oh so wonderfully tighter, she took every inch, only yowling once when the tip slammed into her cervix, truly bottoming out within her breeding passage. She panted heavily, eyes closed as she bore the stretch, body and mind sated at long last in the act of a fuck desperately needed.

Fucking the cheetah like a wild cat, Luna humped and growled his lust until she was forced to climax and he emptied a second load of cum into the obscenely stretched female, balls and cock finally shrinking back to their normal size. His cock fell from her folds with a wet slap, fluid splashing copiously from her gaping cunt. It would tighten overnight, Luna was sure. Then he would breed Jasiri again. And again. And again.

He walked around the cheetah, pride putting a spring in his step. The clouded leopard collapsed at her side, worn out from their liaison and two climaxes in quick succession, chest heaving as she regained lost breath. The cheetah moaned and twisted as their young kicked inside her, shifting positions. Smiling in an open-mouthed pant, Luna leaned closer and nuzzled the rise of her stomach.

Soon, kitten, Luna lapped tenderly over her belly, unborn young squirming inside. Soon, you shall birth my litter, as I have birthed so many for you.

The clouded leopard laid his head upon Jasiri's back, wriggling into a comfortable position as his purring cheetah drifted into dreamland beneath him. Their kittens would be born in a few more turns of the sun and then they would have their family, a new family to terrorise the savannah. Luna blinked proudly at Jasiri, watching the rise and fall of her chest, lungs expanding massively within her slim, shapely form.

And then, maybe, I will have you reverted to a stud. For now, you are my kitten.

Luna wondered, on the edge of sleep, how he would feel if their roles were indeed reversed at a return visit to the foxfire pool. Had he gotten too used to the change, to being the stud-male in the relationship? In all honesty, only time would tell. Nuzzling over the ridge of Jasiri's back, the clouded leopard settled himself comfortably, tail sweeping through the dust. He knew one thing for sure, even if the foxfire change had to be reverted at some point in the future.

You will always be my kitten.