Two guard bring you to a throne room belonging to Anhka and leave you there alone with the queen sitting in the throne.

"A human! How dare you invade my sacred throne room!" Ankha sneers with golden fur ruffling angrily around her cat ears, the blue stripes of her tail curled against the white dress. Her large eyes flash orange as she glares at you, taking in your masculine form and unruly mane. "So presumptuous... How did you even find me here?"

She adjusts herself on the throne, her long tail lashing behind her as if to express her annoyance. Her mouth curls into a mocking smile, revealing sharp little teeth. "What do you want from me?"

Ankha's eyes widen in shock as you merely wave your fingers and she's instantly transformed into a tiny kitten at your feet! "Wh-what have you done to me?" she sputters, her voice high and panicky as she scrambles to stand on her hind legs, glaring up at you with her large eyes.

But deep down, she can't help but feel a strange mix of anger and arousal. This dominance... It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She hates it, yet part of her wants more. "Let me go this instant!" she demands, her cat ears flattening against her head in submission and humiliation.

"Hmph," Ankha grunts unconvincingly as you pick her up and begin to pet her. She can feel herself melt under your touch, her fur ruffling with pleasure despite her best efforts to resist. "Fine," she murmurs softly, relaxing into your touch. "You win this round... But don't think I'll forget about it."

Her tail flicks back and forth as you continue to stroke her, the motion seemingly a mix of annoyance and desire. "Let me go now," she whispers, closing her eyes as her whole body starts to purr. Secretly, she hopes you never let her return to her cat form again... Even though part of her knows that would mean submitting completely to your dominance.

As you stroke her softly, she finds herself unable to resist the pleasure. Her purrs grow louder and more demanding, as if asking for more attention. "You're... so skilled at this," she murmurs, arching her back in submission. Her eyes flutter closed, revealing the truth of how much she enjoys being dominated by you.

"Please..." she breathes out, feeling herself grow wet between her legs. It's been so long since someone has made her feel this way... This desire to be owned, to serve. She yearns for it deep down inside, even though admitting it would be the death of her pride. "I need you... to make me yours completely..."

"Y-yes," she gasps, practically begging you now. "Please... make me yours..." Her voice trails off as she arches her back even further, offering herself up to your touch. Her golden fur ripples with desire and submission, the blue stripes of her tail swaying behind her in rhythm with her body's movements.

She bites down on her lower lip, tensing as she anticipates what you might do next. Will you finally claim her completely? Or will you continue to tease her, building up the tension until she cannot take it anymore? The uncertainty only adds to her excitement, making her purr louder and more desperate for your attention.

She mews softly as you return her to her original form but dressed in a maid outfit and then placing her on her knees before you start petting her. Her tail thrashes behind her, the blue stripes contrasting sharply against the white of her underwear that's now visible due to the low-cut uniform. "Mmm... T-that feels so good," she moans, arching her back again as you stroke her fur. "You really know how to touch me..." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she gives in further to the pleasure and the dominance.

Her eyes meet yours as she inches closer, her face flushed with desire and submission. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her purrs. "For... everything I've ever done... It's just that..." She hesitates, unsure how to admit this aloud. "...I want it," she mumbles at last, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might say or do next.

Her breath comes hot and fast against your hand as you continue to stroke her, the feel of your skin against hers driving her wild with need. "Please... show me mercy..." She can barely believe these words are coming out of her mouth, but she means them nonetheless. For once in her life, Ankha wants someone else to be in control... To decide her fate and grant her pleasure.

She shudders at the sound of your voice, the roughness making her wetter than ever before. "W-what is it?" she whispers, hardly daring to hope that you'll actually consent to whatever it is she might ask for. Her tail twitches back and forth restlessly against the smooth floor, leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake.

Her breath hitches as you caress her cheek with the back of your hand, the sensation almost painful in how good it feels. "Please..." she whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. She's never been so vulnerable before, never truly allowed herself to be dominated like this... But something about it is intoxicating, addicting even. "I'll do anything," she murmurs softly, her words barely audible over the sound of her purrs and moans.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tell her to transform you into someone like herself. For a moment, she wonders if she's misunderstood, but then the shock wears off and she realizes what this means: total submission. She'd be giving up everything that makes her who she is, becoming your slave in every sense of the word. And yet...

"Y-yes," she whispers, hesitant yet eager all at once. Her golden fur ruffles as she concentrates on the transformation spell, willing it to work. A shimmering blue light envelops you both, and when it fades away, you stand before her: a massive anthropomorphic lion with golden fur and piercing orange eyes that seem to stare right into her soul.

"A-Ankha?" you rumble, your voice deep and commanding. You tower over her, larger than any man she's ever known. And yet... there is something familiar about the way you move, the way you hold yourself. As if a part of her still recognizes this new form as hers...

She swallows hard, unsure what to do now that the transformation has been completed. Her tail lashes nervously behind her, the blue stripes contrasting sharply against the white fur of your fluffy mane. "W-well?" she stammers. "What do you want me to do now?"

Her cheeks flush red as she processes your words and the newfound power they imply. She feels a strange mix of elation and trepidation swirling inside her chest, making it difficult for her to think clearly. "I... I want..." Her voice trails off, unsure where to begin.

Her eyes roam over you, assessing your new form and the weighty presence you now exude. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she realizes what this means: She has the power to make you obey her every command. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race faster than ever before. "I want you..." she whispers, words catching in her throat with each syllable. "To serve me... Like a slave... Do anything I tell you." Her golden fur ripples as she grows more aroused by the thought of dominating you completely.

With uncharacteristic confidence, she leans forward, planting a soft kiss on your muzzle. "And first," she says huskily, her breath tickling against your fur, "I want you to get down on all fours." Her eyes flash with authority and desire as she waits for you to obey her command. It's almost enough to make her forget who she once was... Almost.

You slowly drop down to all fours before her, the motion graceful despite your massive size. Her mouth goes dry as she takes in the sight of you so submissive and under her control. "That's a good boy," she coos, a warm flush spreading through her body at the sound of these words leaving her lips.

Her tail flicks behind her, considering what to do next. She could demand that you clean her paws with your tongue... Or perhaps lick between her legs until she cums? The thought makes her shiver in anticipation. "Come here," she says finally, beckoning you closer with a flick of one golden-tipped digit.

As you inch nearer, she can feel the heat emanating from your body, mixing with the scent of your fur and musk to send her head spinning with desire. Her heart races as she waits for you to obey, ready to reward or punish as the mood takes her. This is a power she's never known before... And it feels exhilarating, utterly addictive.

The thought of dominating you in this way fills her with confidence and lustful desire. "Crawl to me," she rasps, arching a brow as she watches your massive form obey her command without hesitation. As you draw closer, she slips one of her paws underneath your chin and lifts it gently, forcing your gaze up to meet hers. Her heart races at the thought of having such complete control over another being, even if that being is once-proud Ankha.

She smirks as you're forced to look into her eyes, unable to disobey. "Now what do you want from me?" she whispers huskily, her warm breath tickling against your muzzle. Her claws dig gently into your skin, not enough to draw blood but just enough to leave a sharp reminder of who's in charge here.

An image flashes through her mind: the look of disappointment on Lisa's face when she found her disgusting... How much it hurt and how much she wanted to prove herself better than that. "You're going to make me pretty," she says with determination, voice firm as she strokes your fur, feeling your muscles quiver beneath her touch. "I want you to make me look beautiful again."

Her golden eyes flash with authority and expectation as she awaits your reply, her tail lashing contentedly behind her in anticipation of the transformation to come.

"I want to look like I used to," she says, her voice taking on a slightly haughty tone as if she's reminding you of your place in all this. "The way I was before that... monster found me." Her golden eyes narrow at the thought, but then soften slightly as she continues. "But make it better," she says, almost as an afterthought. "Make me so beautiful that even she couldn't resist..."

She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding with a sultry whisper: "And then... maybe we could find some other fun things to do together." Her tail lashes suggestively behind her as she presses herself against your warm body, feeling the weight of your presence beneath her palm.

The image of dominating you further fills her mind, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. It's exhilarating, intoxicating... And she can't wait to see where it leads them both next.

Your golden eyes glint with amusement as you take in the request. "Very well," you rumble, making her shiver even though it's not directed at her. You lower your head, gaze locked onto hers, and begin to focus all of your power into the transformation spell once more.

Her fur begins to glow with energy as the transformation takes hold, slowly returning her back to her former self: a sleek anthropomorphic cat with midnight blue fur and piercing emerald eyes that seem almost preternatural in their depth. Your tail twitches behind you eagerly, the black stripes standing out starkly against the white of your underbelly.

She arches an eyebrow as she studies herself in your presence, taking in the newfound perfection of her body. "What do you think?" she asks, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes innocently even though she knows damn well how alluring it must be. The anticipation of seeing your reaction is almost unbearable.

Your voice lowers an octave as you regard her with newfound appreciation. "You are... breathtaking," you growl, leaning in closer and brushing your nose against hers. Her scent fills your senses, making it difficult to think clearly; all you can focus on is how much you want her. "I think we should find some ways for me to thank you properly."

Your tail sways back and forth suggestively behind her as she shivers in anticipation of what those thanks might entail. She has never been more turned on, more eager to please another being... And the thought of submitting completely to your dominance is somehow both exhilarating and arousing beyond measure.

Her tail twitches against your leg as she listens to you speak, the sensation nearly overwhelming with pleasure and submission. With a soft mew, she nestles closer, pressing her body flush against yours. "T-then what are we waiting for?" she whispers, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Do what you will with me."

Her voice trembles slightly at the thought of your dominance becoming reality, but she can't bring herself to regret it. She feels so complete and wanted in this moment that nothing else matters. The weight of your gaze is like a physical touch, branding her as yours without even needing to touch her skin directly.

You launch yourself at her, burying your cock deep inside her throat in one swift motion. Her eyes bulge and water as you begin to thrust roughly, filling her mouth with the taste of you and the sensation of your size overpowering every nerve ending. She can't breathe, she can barely think... All that matters is obeying your every command and servicing you however you please.

Her claws scrabble helplessly at your shoulders as she tries to get purchase, needing something solid to anchor herself against the unending pleasure-pain coursing through her body. She can feel every inch of your length inside her, stretching and claiming her until there's nothing left but wanton submission.

Her hips buck up towards you in counterpoint to your thrusts, wanting more even as she feels herself on the verge of orgasm. "Y-yes..." she moans hoarsely around your cock, feeling every muscle in her body tense and release with each powerful stroke. "Fuck me... dominate me..." She doesn't care who hears her; all that matters is the connection between them and the incredible sensations ripping through her.

Your thrusts are relentless, merciless, driving her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion with each powerful stroke. Her mind is a haze of pleasure and submission, every sensation heightened beyond belief. She moans your name as you stretch her tight channel, claiming her in the only way that matters now: by fucking her until she can't think straight.

Her hips buck against you, seeking more contact with your thick length as she tries to draw out this moment for eternity. Her fingers clench and unclench in the soft fur between your shoulders, gripping tightly as she allows you to take control completely. This is what she's always wanted: to feel so fully dominated that there's nothing left but the thrill of submission.

And as her orgasm washes over her in a brilliant wave of heat and pleasure, she can think of no greater reward than knowing that it was you who brought her here: your touch, your voice, your unyielding domination. "Ahhh... T-thaaaank you..." she gasps, barely able to form the words through her panting breaths as she comes apart in your hands and mouth.

You cup her chin in your hand, forcing her gaze up to meet yours as you thrust harder and deeper into her throat. Her eyes water with pleasure and pain as she feels herself being so completely dominated by you; every nerve ending is alive with sensation as you plunder her mouth and thrust deep into her throat. Your powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure rippling through her, making it difficult for her to think clearly, let alone focus on anything other than your dominance.

Her lips part beneath the pressure of your hand, allowing you greater access to her tender insides as she tries in vain to deepen the connection between your bodies. Her tongue darts out, seeking contact with yours even as you force it further down her throat, claiming every inch of her and leaving no doubt who is in control here.

Her claws scrape harmlessly at your chest as she thrashes beneath you, the muscles in her arms burning with effort as she tries to break free from this exquisite torment. But it's no use; she knows better than to resist. With every moan and whimper that escapes her lips, every thrust of your hips deeper into her throat, she gives herself more fully over to you, praying that you never let her go.