A tamed lion

Beneath the two proud goddesses, a weak defeated growl could be heard coming from the floor. Adele and Catherine looked down, visibly disgusted, at the pathetic furry boy that stared at their perfect bodies with puppy eyes, begging for pleasure. David crawled closer to his former girlfriend on all fours - almost as if he was a simple animal - and gently pressed against her long leg, asking to be fucked repeatedly. Catherine scoffed and unceremoniously pushed her ****-boyfriend away: the boy yelped and lowered his head in sadness. A smile appeared on the lioness' face. Amused by her former tormentor's weakness, she turned herself towards him and called.

"I know what you want, ****. And, since I am feeling very generous today, I am going to give it to you. You may eat me out for a few minutes, and then.. maybe, maybe. I will ride you."

The deer girl watched with glee as the boy got into action, furiously lapping at the lioness's pussy as the two girls make out. Adele expected that David would be turned into a small, weak beast boy - a mouse, a rabbit, a house cat, perhaps. She was mistaken. Physically, David had not become weak - on the contrary, he had only grown in size and strength. He was transformed into a lion. While he had already been quite handsome as a human (if in a jock-like way), he now had a figure of a professional athlete, with impressive defined muscles covered in bright gold fur, a wild mane instead of hair; his eyes were brilliant yellow and his face was sharp and bestial. A long furry tail slithered from his naked ass that Catherine was preparing to spank tonight after the task. He could easily have become a dominant alpha like the one who transformed Adele into the slut she was now - but despite his powerful form, his will was completely broken. All he could think of now was her mistress and serving her.

Both dominatrices looked at theirqq handiwork with pride - a strong, crude, arrogant jock, now reduced to a cute furry boytoy begging them to play with him. Catherine was particularily enjoying torturing her plaything, slapping and abusing him verbally even as he pleasured her. After all the shit she had suffered from him, punishing him felt great. Exhilarating. At one moment, David got weary of cunnilingus and tried to pull himself away from the girl's pussy. Immediately he yelped in pain as the lioness whipped him on the back and pushed his head into her nethers once again.

"Did I tell you to stop, ****?"

"...No... mistress."

"Then lick. Lick like a good boy."

The tamed lion-boy complied, continuing to feast on the **** girl with renewed vigour. His tongue had become significantly rougher and longer after his transformation, like that of an actual big cat, with small barbs. Thus his oral not only brought Catherine ordinary pleasure, but also that laced with pain, which was much more thrilling. Like all beastmen and beastwomen, she was sadomasochistic. Adele, while not actively dominating David at the moment, was quite enjoying the show that Catherine took for herself. Her hand inadvertently moved to her slit and she began slowly masturbating, fantasising about her dream boy all the while.

Her mind slowly drifted to the memories of her old life, her childhood, and Charles. He was always a very sensitive guy. Not that he was girly or something - he was hardly a jock like David, but he was definitely masculine, if somewhat short and slender. It was more about his personality. He was very artistic. Ever since his childhood, he was dreaming of becoming a painter. He had the talent for it as well. Adele had always loved the beautiful portraits of girls he made, the strong brushwork, the vivid colours. The only thing she loathed is that he had never made a portrait of her. However, Charles's dreams were never to come to pass. His parents died early in a car accident that, miraculously, only broke his leg, and in order to survive somehow, he ended up working making arts for a game company. No talent needed, no inspiration, no creativity, just day after day of churning out the same things over and over again. Charles did not show he was suffering, but Adele felt it. He was so ****. So hurt.

She pinpointed the moment when she first realised she loved Charles. He was 14 back then. It was during that car accident exactly when Charles lost his family and ended up in a hospital for months. Adele, who worked as a nurse at the time, would often visit and take care of him. He was so radiant back then. So weak and sensitive. So helpless. She did not understand why, but it somehow aroused her. Strong, powerful men had always turned her off, but Charles, a cute **** boy, became her dream. Comforting him, making rules for him, exercising power over him. It felt wonderful.

Soon, it would feel wonderful again. Unlike Catherine, she would not be harsh upon her lover. She was going to dominate Charles, but he would be a willing ****, worshipping and pleasuring his mistress and rewarded with pleasure in return. She wanted him to enjoy being dominated, to love her, to be obsessed with her...