Palador, lying on the ground, still dazed and weak from her... thorough introduction to female sexuality, begins to return to reason as the glow and overbearing effects of arousal start to wash away. Realizing what just happened to him... HER.. the lionness is now left with with a sense of grief and shame. Unfortunately for her, the evil Queen has not afforded her the same mercy that she gave her mother and sister, a new personality to fit this transformed body. Instead, she is still Palador, a prince and raised as a man of fortitude, now trapped in this overly-sexed body of a she-lion.
Sobbing, she is unable to hold back tears as she can feel the air chilling her large exposed breasts, and the sensation of wetness from her own juices having soaked the fur of her legs and tail (an appendage which itself brings new and unwanted sensations).
With pleading eyes, she turns to her father, "Father. Please, forgive me."
Garon, doing his best to maintain some semblance of dignity responds, "Stay strong my son. Everything will be fine. We will beat her!"
"Not if I still have a role to play!" interjects Galla, swooping into action. Inspired by a desire for evil, the rat has decided she will not be outdone by her own mother. "I shall show you more of the future holds for our HAPPY family", the rat says, grabbing the exhausted lionness by the legs and dragging her directly in front of their father to see.
Palador growls angrily, but is unable to muster the energy to force her body to action. Quite quickly the rat has her straddled by the neck, her furrycrotch just hovering above the lion's head. "Lick me," she commands, "Pleasure me with your tongue".
When Palador refuses, she grabs the lionness by the head. "Please, don't!" Begs Palador. But the rat only laughs and forces the lion's muzzle hard between her legs. Palador tries to stuggle, but the rubbing and frictiong of her course fur on Galla's slit only arouses Galla more. Soon juices are freely flowing from her sex, soaking Palador's muzzle and leaking into her mouth (which to Palador's shame, actually tastes pleasing). She moans in frustration, trying to fight off the temptation to lick.
Then Palador's eyes suddenly go wide, as she feels something long and slender shoot its way deep into her own sex. It is Galla's tail, which Galla has forced into her and is now using her free hand to pump in and out at a rapid pace. This all proves too much, and as before, the pleasure cannot be denied. Soon the lionness' hips are moving in synch with the tail, and her long tongue is exploring deep inside the rat's folds, trying to stimulate and collect as much of the delicious nectar as she can.
Garon shuts his eyes and turns his head away, but his bound hands are can't protect his ears from the disgusting sounds of moaning, lapping, juices flowing, and worst of all, Beth laughing hysterically in the background.
Then with a flurry of squeaks and and gasps, both rat and feline climax simultaneously. Garon refuses to look.
Then, finally, after a few moments of quiet pass, and Garon opens his eyes. Palador is still laying on the ground, her eyes closed tightly, trying to hang on to sanity. The rat is still straddled over the lion's head, and her tail still inserted deep inside, almost halfway up its length. Then Garon notices the rat is looking right at him, smiling.
"Oh, we're just getting started, father..."