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The Crow Twins weren't the only Companions to appear with the Wandering Witch at the Carnival. Micah himself was allowed to follow as well, and put his new talents to use in the tiger petting cage. He first dealt with the one looking after the cage, then dealt with a single mother and then her daughter and friend. Where the staff member had gone, he couldn't guess, but he was sure he would find a place to suit his new wants.
And indeed, he did find where to go. There was a place for newborns and younglings to frolick freely—a sort of kindergarten and petting zoo intended for children(under parental supervision, of course). In one part, a child and his parents were swarmed by african wild dog pups, coyotes and wolves. In another section, a kid wrestled with a bear. But amongst the woman feeding the raccoons, children chasing turkeys, and even a group of grownups fawning over a small zebra, there were a small number of wild cat cubs playing with each other, including a pair of lions.
That was what Arthur needed, above all else. He had been a part of the hired help to keep things orderly in the event any exotic pets suddenly turned aggressive. Micah, however, gave a very persuasive argument to him that was much more important than that. He never thought of how he needed to be a proper mother for those lonely cubs. It was more important to protect the young ones than to keep humans safe.
Upon getting inside, he calmly walked past the crowds of people, to where the lion cubs were playing. Upon seeing him, they immediately ran up and jumped at his legs, crying for attention. They could smell the new scent coming off him. They'd never seen their own mother before, but no matter. He would adopt them.
“You poor things,” Arthur cooed slowly, his growing more effeminate but deeper. He knelt down, unbuttoning the lower part of his shirt. The cubs crawled up his thighs and leaning in to inspect the nubs forming on his stomach, swelling more and more by the second as they nipped at them with their hungry mouths.
Arthur let out a low, feline moan as he felt them begin to relieve the growing pressure. His yellowed eyes swirled with the arcane magic of the Wandering Witch as he lay low against the ground, letting the cubs have the most ease with feeding on his milk. They were so small and vulnerable. How could they have survived this long without a mother lioness to protect them, let alone a pride?
“Yes, feed, my hungry ones. I will be a good mother to you,” Arthur chuffed between blackening lips. His eyes were half-closed in bliss, his thickening, calloused hands brushing up dirt and grass as he felt the pleasure of his offensive penis concave into himself, leaving her unseen spade in those ugly human pants. Why would a lioness like herself be wearing those?
Arthur's breath stilled. Her ears detected the concerned whispers of other humans around her. Her guard hairs stood on end, rolling onto her stomach to deal with anyone who would try and hurt her cubs.
Looking around, however, she found something was odd. She saw nothing but animals, some of which were wearing clothes. They had some human features about them, but those features were disappearing as rapidly as her own. All of them whispered indistinct human speech, but it was all just self-chanting about being the animals they really were. It sounded familiar, actually.
There had been a couple and their child playing amongst the wild canines. Now, in their place, a mother and father wolf tore off their shirts with clumsy handpaws while their cub rolled around clothes much too large for it. A juvenile bear kicked off her pants while wrestling more with her sister. Who was the cougar-sized raccoon woman feeding her kin? When were there five zebras instead of three? How did the turkeys suddenly find itself tending to a group of fresh eggs? There were once humans here yet now there were none. In fact, the only human she could smell was nearby, giggling to herself.
It was a woman dressed in red. She had an aura about her that made her seem beautiful—god-like, even. Despite Arthur's maternal instincts kicking in, she could not raise a paw when the woman stroked out the clumps of human hair off her flattening skull. Her forming tail beat against the dirt as the stranger petted her lengthening neck and snout.
“Is my dear lioness being a good mother?” The Wandering Witch asked her. “Have her cubs been fed?”
The lioness chuffed as she mewled out an answer. “Y-yes. I am feeding them, but they will need some actual meat, soon.”
“Oh, yes. That they will. Not here, however. This is a sacred place, a celebration of exotic pets. Here there will be no eating other animals, but I will provide you some food in time,” The Wandering Witch stroked Arthur's tightening clothes. “Here, let me help get rid of those silly things.”
Arthur held still as the Witch traced her fingers across his clothes, unravelling the fabric as it fell apart into dust onto the grass underneath. She gasped as her lengthening hindpaws burst free from her decaying shoes. In seconds, the large cat was naked and her transformation from a lonely man to a loving lioness was finished. She would've stretched on the ground, but her cubs were still feeding.
“Thank you, human,” Arthur chuffed, rubbing her whiskers against her neck. “This is much better.”
“I know,” The Witch smiled. “Now I have a show to attend. You'll have to excuse me. I can't afford to miss out on his performance of feline prowess!”
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Collaboration done with
bobbyj251 and myself. Technically we commissioned each other, where I write a number of words equal to the cost of this batch of photomorphs. XP
For more accounts of The Wandering Witch, check out the Hub here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14243848/
And indeed, he did find where to go. There was a place for newborns and younglings to frolick freely—a sort of kindergarten and petting zoo intended for children(under parental supervision, of course). In one part, a child and his parents were swarmed by african wild dog pups, coyotes and wolves. In another section, a kid wrestled with a bear. But amongst the woman feeding the raccoons, children chasing turkeys, and even a group of grownups fawning over a small zebra, there were a small number of wild cat cubs playing with each other, including a pair of lions.
That was what Arthur needed, above all else. He had been a part of the hired help to keep things orderly in the event any exotic pets suddenly turned aggressive. Micah, however, gave a very persuasive argument to him that was much more important than that. He never thought of how he needed to be a proper mother for those lonely cubs. It was more important to protect the young ones than to keep humans safe.
Upon getting inside, he calmly walked past the crowds of people, to where the lion cubs were playing. Upon seeing him, they immediately ran up and jumped at his legs, crying for attention. They could smell the new scent coming off him. They'd never seen their own mother before, but no matter. He would adopt them.
“You poor things,” Arthur cooed slowly, his growing more effeminate but deeper. He knelt down, unbuttoning the lower part of his shirt. The cubs crawled up his thighs and leaning in to inspect the nubs forming on his stomach, swelling more and more by the second as they nipped at them with their hungry mouths.
Arthur let out a low, feline moan as he felt them begin to relieve the growing pressure. His yellowed eyes swirled with the arcane magic of the Wandering Witch as he lay low against the ground, letting the cubs have the most ease with feeding on his milk. They were so small and vulnerable. How could they have survived this long without a mother lioness to protect them, let alone a pride?
“Yes, feed, my hungry ones. I will be a good mother to you,” Arthur chuffed between blackening lips. His eyes were half-closed in bliss, his thickening, calloused hands brushing up dirt and grass as he felt the pleasure of his offensive penis concave into himself, leaving her unseen spade in those ugly human pants. Why would a lioness like herself be wearing those?
Arthur's breath stilled. Her ears detected the concerned whispers of other humans around her. Her guard hairs stood on end, rolling onto her stomach to deal with anyone who would try and hurt her cubs.
Looking around, however, she found something was odd. She saw nothing but animals, some of which were wearing clothes. They had some human features about them, but those features were disappearing as rapidly as her own. All of them whispered indistinct human speech, but it was all just self-chanting about being the animals they really were. It sounded familiar, actually.
There had been a couple and their child playing amongst the wild canines. Now, in their place, a mother and father wolf tore off their shirts with clumsy handpaws while their cub rolled around clothes much too large for it. A juvenile bear kicked off her pants while wrestling more with her sister. Who was the cougar-sized raccoon woman feeding her kin? When were there five zebras instead of three? How did the turkeys suddenly find itself tending to a group of fresh eggs? There were once humans here yet now there were none. In fact, the only human she could smell was nearby, giggling to herself.
It was a woman dressed in red. She had an aura about her that made her seem beautiful—god-like, even. Despite Arthur's maternal instincts kicking in, she could not raise a paw when the woman stroked out the clumps of human hair off her flattening skull. Her forming tail beat against the dirt as the stranger petted her lengthening neck and snout.
“Is my dear lioness being a good mother?” The Wandering Witch asked her. “Have her cubs been fed?”
The lioness chuffed as she mewled out an answer. “Y-yes. I am feeding them, but they will need some actual meat, soon.”
“Oh, yes. That they will. Not here, however. This is a sacred place, a celebration of exotic pets. Here there will be no eating other animals, but I will provide you some food in time,” The Wandering Witch stroked Arthur's tightening clothes. “Here, let me help get rid of those silly things.”
Arthur held still as the Witch traced her fingers across his clothes, unravelling the fabric as it fell apart into dust onto the grass underneath. She gasped as her lengthening hindpaws burst free from her decaying shoes. In seconds, the large cat was naked and her transformation from a lonely man to a loving lioness was finished. She would've stretched on the ground, but her cubs were still feeding.
“Thank you, human,” Arthur chuffed, rubbing her whiskers against her neck. “This is much better.”
“I know,” The Witch smiled. “Now I have a show to attend. You'll have to excuse me. I can't afford to miss out on his performance of feline prowess!”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Collaboration done with
bobbyj251 and myself. Technically we commissioned each other, where I write a number of words equal to the cost of this batch of photomorphs. XPFor more accounts of The Wandering Witch, check out the Hub here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14243848/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Lion
Size 994 x 559px
File Size 82.1 kB
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