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New Pride, New Priorities

Part 3

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

It wasn't just the weighted shoulder-bar that Nilu had put on that left them hesitant, though that cut through Ra'jira's and Sura's shared arousal. Seeing that it would keep their arms over their heads, bound to the weights so that they were running with their hands out to the sides and unable to use them for anything was...concerning, to say the least. They'd be helpless if they ran into anything, and they wouldn't be able to use their hands to pull themselves free of the tentacle plans that the dragon had warned them about.

But it was the way that Nilu was panting, shivering from head to toe, her toes curling against the sand and her pussy dripping like mad. Her juices were running in a long line of shimmering fluid over her clit as she panted for breath. Her pucker clenched tight around the plug inside of her again and again, and she was all but thrusting her hips back against the empty air like a woman possessed. She grunted and huffed, her breath coming faster and faster until -

"NNNNGH!"

Until she came, hands-free, seemingly from nothing. She squirted against the sand, leaving it muddy beneath her. That finally snapped Sura from her staring trance, and she hesitantly walked forward. The shifting plug inside of her, rolling against her inner walls with every swaying step, pulled her back to her own pleasure, and she bit off a gasp as she approached and knelt by the other lioness.

"Are you alright?" she whispered.

"Oh gods...oh goddess..." Nilu gasped. "That...that..."

"Can you stand?"

"...I need...I need a hand."

Nodding, Sura gripped under the weighted crossbar along her shoulders. Ra'jira grabbed the other side, and together, they dragged the pale-furred lioness back to her feet. She struggled to stay upright, but eventually managed it...though she stood on her tiptoes rather than flat on her feet.

Sura arched an eyebrow, and Nilu groaned.

"The dragon...that Gann...he promised a surprise. I didn't expect...I didn't expect two."

"What happened?" Sura asked.

"I...mmmph..."

"What happened, woman?" Ra'jira growled.

"Heh...hehe..."

"Tell us," Sura said.

"Heh...you should...you should find out for yourself."

Considering that they'd found the other woman flat on her stomach, she wasn't sure that was a good idea. She might not be able to get back up if she just went with it. Yet...

She looked between the two lionesses, and then back at the bars. They were large chunks of wood, curved where the head and neck would rest at the center, extending out with metal loops that looked like they would click shut around the wrists of whoever carried them. The idea of carrying them at all was a little concerning, but they didn't look too bad, aside from the arm bondage.

It was everything else that made her concerned about them.

"The two of you...wait for me to put it on and help. Please?"

"If you do the same," Ra'jira said, nodding.

"Agreed."

Nilu nodded too, though she was smiling and panting in a way that was more akin to the crazed gigglers of the dunes than a proper lioness. Whatever had come with the weight had hit her hard.

Shaking her head, Sura picked up the large wooden beam. It stretched across her shoulders as she bent under it, and she grunted as she pushed her head into place. It didn't ache, thankfully, but she knew that the strain would come with time. Instead, she rolled her neck from side to side, getting used to the way that the smooth wood pressed down on the back of her neck. She reached out to her sides, her wrists pressing against the metal loops -

Click.

Click.

And were instantly restrained. She pulled instinctively, only to nearly topple over as she came close to throwing herself to the sand due to the new balance she had to maintain. Having her arms spread out like that, pulled out and up in sharp angles, threw off her balance more than she expected, but it wasn't like she was hit with -

She hissed as the plug deep in her ass suddenly pulsed, pushing in deeper. It was already further in than her fingers could have gone, but it seemed to grow longer, pushing in further. She huffed, groaning under her breath as she broke out in a brand new wave of sweat, droplets running down her forehead and along the sides of her muzzle.

"Nnngh...fff..."

"Sura?" Ra'jira asked.

"She's getting it now," Nilu muttered.

"What? What's happening?"

"You'll see when it's your turn."

It wasn't just getting longer, but getting thicker. It pressed against her inner walls in a way that she had never realized something could, grinding against her, training her, breaking her in. Her tongue wanted to hang out like a dog, and her pussy went wetter, slicker as the thing in her ass expanded. She wasn't sure that she would be able to get it out without help any longer, and as she spasmed -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

It was getting ever more sensitive on the inside, and she was feeling every inch of that soft thing. It pushed further and further up, and as she struggled to stand up straight, it felt almost like -

"Oh...goddess..."

Ra'jira's eyes went wide as Sura looked down. There was a bulge in her stomach. Not huge, not even that remarkable, normally, but it was there, and they all knew what it was from. The plug had grown long enough that it actually pushed against the inside of her like that. She would have to run like this.

Is this...is this what the dragon is like? What he will do to us?

Why did that hit her so hard? Why did this sort of...this sort of conquest strike her as so wonderful?

She was so focused on the feeling of growth beneath her tail, the feeling of her hole's own squishiness and warmth and puffiness around the plug, that she almost forgot about the way that Nilu had been standing. Yet, as her heels started rising, she recognized it, and immediately thrust one leg forward to catch herself.

"Ah...ah..."

Her feet no longer rested flat on the ground, as if there was some spike under her heel that kept her standing on her tiptoes. It was nice to have that strange support, even though it strained at some of her muscles in the process, but it was harder to balance. Much, much harder to balance, and she was more away of her ass than ever before, feeling it thrust back, feeling the way that it somehow swayed even more.

Buzz.

Clench.

"Nnnngh..."

Her legs shook, and she swore that she was right on the edge of climax. Some part of her wanted to push herself the rest of the way, but with her arms pulled up against the weight, she couldn't reach down to touch herself. She couldn't even grind against something any longer. Her breath came harsh and hot, but slowly, surely, she managed to get control of herself.

She almost wished that she hadn't. That frustration, that hunger for release, was almost painful.

Nilu chuckled, and despite herself, Sura groaned with a small smile as she came back to herself.

"That...that was naughty," Nilu said.

"Naughty? That was downright cruel," she said, though she still chuckled.

"Is this what we have to look forward to?"

"I don't think you mind."

"Mind? I want more."

So do I, Sura thought, though she didn't want to admit it.

Ra'jira looked back and forth, the larger-breasted lioness obviously looking slightly concerned about her future fate as she saw what they were acting like. Sura shook her head.

"It's not that bad..."

"You swear?"

"I swear," Sura said, nodding.

"You lied."

Ra'jira hadn't cum, either, but she clearly wanted to. Her face was bright red, and unlike Sura and Nilu, her breasts were pushed forward in a much more extreme way by the weight along her shoulders and neck. She panted, barely managing to stay on her tiptoes, struggling to keep her balance as her juices ran down her legs and her clit popped and poked forward, almost in imitation of a giggler in heat.

The three lionesses shifted position, each of them working to get the weights settled properly on their shoulders, and they all had a different way of standing. Nilu stood tallest of them, leaning back a bit. It made the plug show through her stomach more, but she seemed most comfortable that way. Ra'jira, on the other hand, leaned forward more, her breasts dragging her off-balance, but she seemed able to keep upright as long as she had some sort of forward momentum.

Sura was somewhere between the two of them, leaning forward and feeling the weight of her breasts, but using them as a counterweight to the one that hung over her shoulders. She was able to use her own heft - and there was certainly 'heft' in her cheeks and in her chest - to keep a sort of balancing act going that kept her from falling backwards or forward with the weight over her shoulders. It was hard, but she managed it.

The harder part was dealing with all the arousal that the plug and the buzzing and everything else hit her with. She had never been this sensitive in her life, and she swore that the new magic that forced them on their tiptoes was making her feet more sensitive, too, leaving her feeling every little grain of sand that passed between her toes, every scorching step that tried to sear her feet.

"Mmmph...ha..."

"It's...intense," Nilu said.

"Too intense for you?" Sura asked.

"Not a chance."

"What about you?"

"I can...make it," Ra'jira said.

"You're pretty determined...for a prude," Nilu said, chuckling.

"I can make it. I can make it."

"...Why are you so motivated?" Sura asked. "This isn't your thing, is it?"

"Nnngh...let's keep moving...if we make it to the village, I'll tell you there."

Sura knew the sound of someone too embarrassed to admit something when she heard it, but was more than willing to keep moving. They'd had a lead on some of the competitors when they reached the Labyrinth, but they weren't going to keep that if they didn't get moving. The little miniature pride that they had put together of the three of them was a good set-up, allowing them to move quickly without having to deal with greater numbers. Best to keep it that way.

They set off across the sands, hustling as best as their forced-tiptoeing and new bindings allowed.

The black dragon watched the show with a smile on his face. The sight of the naked felines was sexy enough, but the way that they were forced to run was a nice shift. Much as he enjoyed the view of bare, damp soles, the way that they were made to run now meant that he had a view of them constantly. Sort of like sandal season, except that they were effectively running in high heels, swaying and bouncing as they went.

"Heh...very well-chosen, Gann."

"Mmm..."

The speckled dragon was happily humming and sucking between his legs, huffing through the scent that he was offered. The happy little sub was always eager to be pressed right against his balls, moaning against the sac, shivering as he breathed in one breath after another of the black dragon's potent scent. He imagined that the lionesses would be just as eager for that after they got their first blast of dragon musk.

That said, he would wait for the top nine to make it to the village. That would determine who got in for the second round, and who would have to head back home.

He watched the various competitors, from the black-furred lioness that was barely keeping up at the back of the pack to the one that had taken the lead, a muscular amazon of a feline that was strutting straight through the tentacle field.

A mistake on her part, it turned out.

She reached the edge of the field, trying to climb over a rocky ledge, and took just a hair too long in to do it. One of the tentacle plants reached out, snagging not a limb or her pussy, but the plug in her ass. It tugged backwards, and in a moment the lioness probably hadn't seen coming, the plug came out all too easily.

POP!

The sound of the butt plug coming out was just as satisfying as it always was, but the black dragon's cock leaped up in the other dragon's mouth, pressing against the rear of his throat for a moment before it was swallowed back down again. And why wouldn't it? The sight of that pucker, that expanded, gaping hole, was just delicious.

And so was the sight of the lioness losing all control. For all her muscles, for all the strength that she had carried herself forward with, she wasn't ready for that. Draconicon had put together quite the cocktail for their anal training, ensuring that every little squirt from the plug made them more and more addicted to the feeling of something inside them. To suddenly lose it, and so much of it all at once, would be quite devastating.

The lioness shivered, shaking, panting with one leg up. Her toes curled, trying to trap something, to get her footing. The spell shifted, showing him her front and back at once, letting him see her pussy go from drooling to drenched, her asshole clenching for something that wasn't there anymore.

Her eyes were hazy, her mouth hanging open. When one of the tentacle fronds reached between her legs, the petal at the end opening and revealing a phallic sort of stem inside, the lioness offered no resistance. The wet splurt as it rested between her cheeks, lifting her up and exposing her as the new slut that she was, nearly had the dragon spitting pre-cum down his slut's throat.

"Mmmmm, a well-made course, Gann."

"Mmm..."

"You may bob."

"Mmm, thank you, master."

And as the pearlescent dragon bounced his head in the dragon's lap, he kept his eyes on the viewing spell, and the other competitors.

Nilu, Sura, and Ra'jira panted under the hot sun, groaning as they hopped from one foot to the other. The three of them were constantly on-edge, barely holding back from cumming, but not quite able to go over it. The only one of them that had had any relief from the sudden pleasure was Nilu, and clearly, the white lioness wanted to go through it again, considering the way that she walked and ground her hips against the air anytime that they slowed.

Ra'jira was scarcely any better. The other woman was begging with every step to get touched, groped, even though she kept her mouth shut. Her breasts hung low, nipples trailing sweat to the sand below, and she panted for breath as she kept 'offering' her chest with every step. She was showing off, even if she wouldn't admit it.

Sura...

Sura was completely focused on the plug in her ass and the sand beneath her toes. She tried not to let it take her to the edge of fantasy, but at the same time, it was hard not to think about what else she might get.

The dragon wanted this, obviously. He was training them, breaking them in. The plugs were so huge in them that there was no way that they would be tight for the average cock after this. They'd gape, they'd be loose...

Was he really so huge as that toy?

Was he bigger?

Sura knew that her thoughts were likely shared with her companions, but that didn't give her permission to say them. They were private, held back for the moment until she was sure that they were all on the same page.

They reached the tentacle fields together, and as they crested the latest hill, they stared at the mess before them. There were shimmering vines of gray and brown, each one slithering like a snake across the two-hundred-foot field of sand. A rock wall waist-high stood on the other side, marking the boundary to the field.

It wasn't just tentacles, either, but corrupted plants. Bulbs of flowers that were waiting to bloom moved back and forth like the heads of serpents, and some that already had bloomed had trapped other lionesses. Three were caught in the field, one enthralled as the plant held them by the ass and seemed to push things inside them, while two others were utterly hypnotized by the plants that had opened in front of their faces. One was in the process of being completely covered, from neck to nose, in a plant's corruptive blossoms, while the other was slowly getting their muzzle filled with some sort of plant piece.

They shivered together, and did their best not to admit how sensual the whole thing seemed. They didn't want it...except they did.

"On three?" Sura asked.

"Straight charge?" Ra'jira grunted.

"That's the idea."

"One by one, yes?" Nilu asked.

"Probably best. Anyone gets affected, knock 'em down and then pull them up. Keep us from getting trapped by...whatever they're doing."

Ra'jira nodded. So did Nilu.

Taking a deep breath, Sura braced herself for the charge. She had done things that were stupider than this before, but this was the first time that she was throwing herself into something that was this debauched for nothing but the prize of potential sex. The very idea of putting herself on the line like this for some unknown male felt so odd, so wrong.

Yet, at the same time, there was something liberating about the near-silliness of this challenge. She was on edge, feeling hot, feeling alive, and the roughness of it all only seemed to push her further.

There was something about this competitive style of sex and fun that she'd never realized could be so enjoyable. And she wanted to win.

"Alright...GO!"

Ra'jira took point, with Sura following in her wake and Nilu following behind her. All too conscious of the swaying of her cheeks, of the rubbing of one off the other, she kept her head down and just stared straight ahead.

They almost immediately realized the mistake. They were panting hard enough that they started breathing in the fumes that covered the field, a musky scent that was reminiscent of the rough rutting smell of other lions, but far stronger. Sura took a breath and immediately felt both holes clench -

"Nnngh..."

And almost tumbled head over heels, only catching herself with a leap. She landed on one of the tendrils, which spun around, grabbing her by the ankle.

"Ah!"

Ra'jira was still pushing forward, as was the plan, but Sura couldn't free her ankle. The plant spun around her, the slimy tip already grinding against her toes, pressing along the underside of her foot. The soothing slime actually eased the burning from the long run, but it was more than that. She felt...she felt...

Her mouth hung open, her breath catching in her throat. There was a heat from this, a desperate warmth that went right up and down her spine, making her nipples feel harder than ever, the clamps around them tighter than ever before. The plug felt so much bigger, so much harder inside her, and she moaned, curling her toes -

SNICK!

Nilu thumped her as the white lioness pulled her toe-claws back from the plant, and Sura panted, nodding her thanks.

They followed after Ra'jira. Despite her more prudish nature, the warrior woman was charging straight through without problems, her eyes not fixed on the stone, but on the obstacles immediately ahead. She would leap and stomp down on the vines, cutting them or crushing them as they went, and the weight on her shoulders, rather than being a hindrance or an obstacle, became something that allowed her to bash her way through the plants that rose on either side, using the thick wood as a battering ram or a club.

They followed in her wake and were thankful.

They reached the far side, looking up at the lioness that had been caught and lifted off her feet. The other woman had clearly been well and truly trapped, and it was only when they were close that they saw that her plug had been ripped out. It stood on the rock wall, almost like a trophy, and it shimmered with her juices and its own potion.

It was also huge, nearly the thickness of a fist at the base, and the three lionesses blanched and clenched as they realized that was probably the same size of what they had in their asses right that moment. It was intimidating...

And arousing.

Shivering, the three lionesses worked without speaking. Nilu knelt beside the rock wall, while Sura rapidly climbed over the cross-bar, using it as a means a stepping stone. Ra'jira followed, slicing the tendrils coming close. As soon as they were both atop the wall, they stretched out, forming a triangle by linking their hands together and offering Nilu their other hands. The white-furred lioness joined them in a nick of time, barely avoiding getting her legs or other parts grabbed by the vines in the field.

They panted for breath, drenched, shimmering in the sun. They were going to dehydrate if they didn't find a way to get some water soon. They looked at each other, slight smiles growing on their muzzles at just how far they'd come, and Sura knew that they were already bonded better than most pride-mates back home. They were all competing, but...they were getting closer.

"The village," Nilu said.

"Yes...the village..." Sura nodded. "Just one more obstacle..."

"Let's go," Ra'jira said.

"Walk and talk, huntress. Tell us why you want this."

"...I will. Then you'll do the same," Ra'jira said, and they started running, hoping to outrun their needs and knowing that they wouldn't.

"Mmmm..."

The black dragon leaned back on his chair as the lionesses ran off, his seed already running down Gann's throat. The pearlescent dragon leaned back, his legs spread, his own shaft hard as a rock and his toes curled against his rump.

"Mmmm, thank you, Master."

"Thank me again when they're done with the competition," the black dragon teased. "I think you should hurry to the village and organize them."

"Mmmph...do I have to?"

"I am your Master, Gann. Do as you're told."

Patting the other dragon's head, he sent Gann off with another portal, and got comfortable in his chair. From the various spells that he had going, these three were the eighth, ninth, and tenth to reach the tentacle fields. Three lionesses had failed to get through, which meant that they were in fifth, sixth, and seventh place. Provided that the village didn't take them down, they had a good chance of getting through this round and into the final part of the competition.

He rather hoped that they did. They were quite enjoyable to watch, and each had specific attributes that he rather liked.

He flicked the spells again, allowing himself a view of the village. It was another maze of streets and buildings, though this one was taller than the earlier labyrinth. Some of the lionesses had managed to leap up and climb over that one, but this time, that wasn't going to happen. He smiled as one lioness tried, only to be seized by the villagers - a series of lizard-men that he had borrowed from another harem member - and tied down to the top of the buildings, pinned in place so that they couldn't run from the rutting that they were going to receive.

They were quite eager for it once it got started, it had to be said. They were not at all hesitant when they realized that their hungers were going to be sated.

That was the rougher side of things, though. The other villagers, wandering around, were more like to comment and tease, and some were going to take it further, of course. But it was all part of the process.

After all, the winners couldn't afford to be shy with their bodies. And this would make sure that they weren't in the slightest.

Ra'jira blushed as they came upon the village, and Sura had to admit that she was no less red than the warrior. Even Nilu, immodest Nilu, had some pink in her cheeks as they approached, their arms outspread, their pussies drenched, every inch of their bodies on display.

It was made worse by the fact that they were all prey species. There were antelope, there were gnu, and there were camels among the villagers, but no predators. Nothing that they could have respected from their previous places, not even the gigglers. There were just prey, prey that smirked and fondled themselves as the lionesses approached.

"Mmmph..."

Sura couldn't help but grunt in embarrassed arousal as she felt so many eyes on her body, feeling the way that they traced over her hips and her ass, along her breasts and between her legs. She could tell from every glance that she was almost like meat for them, something that would be enjoyed and enjoyed greatly if she was caught. The weights on her shoulders and legs, the pulling of the plug and the tension of the buzzing things on her chest made it hard for her to think.

It was only made worse by the constant clenches and reminders from between her legs of how needy she actually was. She had never, ever been this desperate for someone to do something to her, never had her body rebelling against her to this extent. If they laid hands on her, she wasn't sure that she could say no.

She wasn't sure that she wanted to.

Remember the prize, remember the prize, remember the prize.

It became a mantra, and though she had never, ever imagined a cock becoming something that would inspire her, it had become the case. Even as she panted, even as a little drool ran down the sides of her face, even as she clenched her ass around the toy, she kept thinking about what lay at the other end if she won. There was no longer the thought of settling for the supplies, of just doing her best and seeing what happened. Something had changed, something had flipped in her.

She needed that.

She needed to know the person that had come up with this, and what they would do to her when they got their hands on her.

The three lionesses trudged forward through the village, groaning, shivering. Every time a villager came close, the three of them looked out for one another. Those that wanted to put hands on them were pushed back by the very weights that slowed them down, or startled off with a growl or a 'Rawr' that showed every fan in their mouths. It was a constant push, the three of them looking out for each other.

One person came close, though. A horse with a horn on its head pushed through the rest, and managed to get close enough to Ra'jira to start groping her chest. The big-breasted feline yowled at the top of her lungs as that little touch was enough to make her cum on the spot, almost falling to her knees.

Of course, Nilu and Sura worked to save their pride-mate, bumping the unicorn back firmly from the other female. They growled, helping Ra'jira up. Nilu ran interference, darting this way and that, almost fencing with the edges of her weighted bar to keep the unicorn at bay, while Sura helped Ra'jira back to her feet. They stumbled off, making their way down the streets and alleys.

And all the while, they heard the comments.

"Little lioness slaves."

"Looks like they're marching to market."

"Think we'll be able to buy their asses?"

"Barefoot. Degenerates."

"Slutty little things, dripping all over the place."

It should have been beratement, humiliation, but all Sura heard was...jealousy. There was a tone under all those words, something that bespoke of a want to be like her, to be like them. Whether that was an envy of the freedom that they had to do this, or that they wanted to be brought in under the dragon the way that they were, that envy existed nonetheless. She heard it, and she grinned.

They reached the line that marked the central square. Only three other lionesses had made it so far. Sura looked at Ra'jira.

"You've delayed long enough. Say it."

"...I want to be more than a warrior," Ra'jira said. "And at home...that's all I can be."

She nodded. It was a reasonable thing to want. She turned to Nilu, and the white lioness smiled.

"I want someone that will push me...someone that makes me work...someone that can show me where my limits are."

Another good reason. Sura looked down at the line between her and the other competitors, and wondered just what it was that drove her. Some need? Some hunger for this sort of pleasure? This odd feeling of being alive again?

No...None of that.

"Pride. I need my pride."

Not just the other lionesses. Pride in herself. Pride in earning this. Pride in doing things that she wanted to do, rather than just existing. And this offered that.

Together, the three lionesses stepped over the line to claim their place in the group that would be moving on.

The End

Summary: The lionesses go through some interesting things before they reach the finish line.

Tags: F/solo, Tentacle/F, Anal, Hypnosis, Musk, Oral, Orgasm, Cum, Plug, Deep Anal, Nudity, Bondage, Series, Wet, Heat, Barefoot, Exposure, Exhibitionism, Vaginal, Dragon, Lioness,