You allow Yuriv to drag you to the back of the tent, just in time to see a sword slide through the fabric and cut it open. Three knights come into the tent, the one in the lead is the fox, Makin, still in his leather armor. Though it's clear who's side he's on as he points at you and Yuriv, "See, here they are. Don't resist you two, give in, it feels so good.."
The knight approaching you is the very familiar wolf, sword leveled at your chest. You raise your hands in surrender, even as your cock betrays you, springing right to attention at the sight of the one that infected you.
From your side comes the clanging of metal against metal. Yuriv trying to use his stolen sword, but the hyena that is his opponent quickly disarms him and places his sword against his throat.
"Go." The wolf nods to the tent flap, directing you out to where Riefclaw is, and you and Yuriv have no choice but to obey. The five of you step out of the stuffy tent and into the light. You can't help but stare at Riefclaw. The lion is enormous, and just the smell of him makes you want to bury your nose in his chest fur. The attraction is almost as strong as what you feel for Yuriv. In fact, if the stag wasn't standing next to you, his own unique musk filling your nose you might give in.
"Yuriv. You've given me a lot of trouble these last couple of days." The lion's voice is a deep, guttural rumble. "And this is the prisoner that has made a fool of my knights." He comes over to you, leaning down to give you a once over. You notice something strange, there's a chain around his neck, the amulet it bears almost completely hidden in Riefclaw's chest fur, though it looks like it might be the fang of some beast, carved with intricate runes. Could that be..? "I should break the pair of you, but that would be a waste." He turns to Yuriv. "I want you to serve me willingly and to be my heir. Breaking your mind would ruin you. So instead I'm going to convince you to serve me. Have you ever broken someone to you with the curse?"
Yuriv doesn't respond, instead spitting at Riefclaw's feet.
"No, I guess you haven't. Well, we're going to fix that." He points at you. "Archers, take aim." You are suddenly and keenly aware of at least a dozen arrows and bolts focused right on you. "You have a choice here, Yuriv. Complete your friend's conversion by fucking him, or watch him die."
Yuriv looks at you and you mouth, 'I trust you,' to him. Without even waiting for his choice you reach down and untie the lacing keeping your trousers up and let them fall to the ground. They were getting horribly stained from your constantly rigid cock anyway. You lean forward and grab your knees, readying yourself for the stag.
"Looks like your little friend wants to live. So, what will it be?" Riefclaw grins a fang filled smile at Yuriv.
"You're a bastard, Riefclaw." Yuriv says out loud, even as he steps up behind you. Sure, you've been wanting this for days now, but you had hoped for a bit more privacy. Still, as Yuriv places his hands on your hips you feel a heat swelling inside of you, and eagerness for what's to come. You feel his member pressed up against your hole, then gently, carefully sliding inside of you. The stag is not small by any means, and taking him is a mix of pleasure and pain your brain is having trouble reconciling, but it feels good.
His arms wrap around you, and he pulls you up to his chest, whispering into your ear. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." You whisper back. "I was going to pick this, anyway." You feel his cock sliding in and out of you, just a few inches in short thrusts. "If he lets you close, he's wearing an amulet. I think it's magic."
Yuriv's thrusting falters for a moment, your whisper was soft so as not to be overheard, but you're hoping that brief pause was acknowledgement he heard you. But soon, you don't have much mind to think on it anymore, as fire pours through your muscles. You feel like every muscle in your body is swelling with new strength. Though it's not bulk, rather the same lean, graceful power that Yuriv has.
You have to adjust your stance as your legs begins to reshape, the hair on them thickening into a thick grey pelt, your feet paws large and broad. Fur continues to flow over your body, expanding out from your chest, over your shoulders, and down your back. A few more thrusts, now coming faster and with more eagerness, and your still human arm changes to match the bestial one.
Yuriv groans deeply and pulls out further tan before and plants one more deep, strong thrust into your ass, which feels now like the perfect fit for him, no pain, only blinding pleasure. As you feel the heat of his seed filling you, you really do go blind. The changes pouring over your head and wiping the last of your human features away. Your vision soon returns, altered in odd ways, it seems brighter out than it was, though you're sure night would no longer be a problem. Sounds and smells are coming in even stronger now, as well. That had been getting stronger but this was a torch compared to a match.
With a feline roar you spill your own seed on the ground in front of you, the whole experience leaving you panting. As Yuriv slides out of you, you drop to your knees on the ground, though a moment later you feel his arms wrapping around you. You think your mind isn't broken. You care for this stag, you think you love him, but you don't feel a slavish devotion to him, not like what the others seem to act like toward Riefclaw.
"Good. Good. What a handsome feline. I might have to sample the both of you myself, tonight." You look up to see the lion looming over both of you. "Bring them along, we're headed back to the castle."