The hot savanna sun began to dip on the horizon after a day of baking the earth in its rays, and as well as my recruits. I loved how it painted the sky in different hues of orange and yellow, but I especially loved how it glinted off of the sweat of my soldiers who were sparring just in front of it.

“Now go take one more lap before sundown soldiers! That is if you “kittens” want to get back in time for dinner!” I shouted at the recruits, their reactions ranging from sighs of disdain to sighs of relief.

“Yes Sir Crimson, Sir!” They all shout back before running off in their platoon formation, weapons sheathed at their sides.

Walking back to my quarters for the night made me reminisce on my time as a recruit. It had been nearly 20 years since I first joined the army. I pawed at the sword on my side, images of being handed my first blade half as big and a quarter as sharp as the one in my hand.

I remember back when I was a recruit, I was big for my age, and strong to boot. Ah memories of being teased for my name “Rowan” meaning little red one. The sheer contrast of my name got everyone to know me on the battlefield as the crimson tide, heck I can barely even remember the last time someone called me by my actual name!

My sudden burst of laughter seemed to echo throughout the now empty clay building serving as officer’s quarters. I wonder where the officers are? Probably having a drink with their own recruits or goofing off somewhere. 

I sigh as I open the door to my quarters, its unoiled hinges creaking like something out of a horror play. The magic torches lining the walls blazed to life as it detected my movement. Thank goodness for these newfangled enchanted torches we were given, they were a godsend.

Off went my armor as I trod past my empty and well kept bed. My bright red mane contrasted against my tawny fur as I looked at the full length mirror adorning my room’s wall. Without a second thought, I flexed and posed in front of the mirror, the strain of the day showing through my thick muscled body as sweat still poured off of its silhouette.

Thinking that was enough, I elected to take a bath before bed. But before I could wash up for the night, something on my desk caught my eye. A cask of expensive looking wine lay cradled in a basket like a babe in a basket. The unassuming gift seemed to beckon to my aching muscles as I was drawn closer to it.

I felt my body’s aches from a day of training new recruits as I sat at my desk, glass already in hand. Uncorking the bottle with my claw filled my nostrils with the smell of foreign lands, probably an imported  vintage.

“Thank you for the drink, kind stranger!” I shouted to no one in particular as I chugged down my glass. I felt warmth spread from my throat to all over my body. My muscles relaxed as soon as the wine went down, attesting to its potency and grade.

“Why, you’re welcome. Little Rowan” the sudden chiming of my name from somewhere behind me made me stand up, practically throwing my chair to the floor. Yet as soon as I stood up my vision tunneled, everything was hazy, and my legs began to wobble under the weight of my large frame.
Before I could catch a glimpse of whoever that was, darkness enveloped me. Time passed in darkness. I was not asleep, yet not awake either. I barely felt the air around me, unable to move. I knew I could begin to move again when I felt something like hands moving all over my body.

It was a weird sensation at first, intimate even. It was as if the hands running all over me were underwater, groggy and barely present, save for the little lingering the touch left on my tawny body and the chilling wind I began to feel picking up. I had lost track of time, that was until light began to fill in the darkness. So much light that it felt blinding.

My hands immediately went to cover my eyes, yet something felt off. As soon as I felt that I had adjusted to the light I stood up, yet that was a problem since it seems my legs didn’t get the memo, causing me to fall face first into a puddle. Before I tried to stand up again, something in the puddle caught my attention, my reflection.

Gone was my luscious red mane, all I could see was a scrawny face looking back at me. I kneeled so I could touch my face, to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Surely enough, my hands only touched soft tawny fur, and no mane. Another gust of wind made me take notice of another strange change.

Looking down I saw I was buck naked! Normally I would’ve been fine being naked, heck even in public, yet it seems to be a different story now. I could do nothing but whimper at the sight between my legs. 

Just like my mane, crimson red fur lined my pubis and my taint, yet now, I could see nary a trace of red. I began to fondle my balls just to make sure I was seeing right. My once proud leonine member now was reduced to a size fitting of an adolescent kit! I mewled at my warm touch contrasting the cold biting wind.

Yet the feeling of pleasure was overshadowed by the shame and embarrassment that came from looking at my once plump sac now reduced to the size of a coin pure as it hung tightly and closely to my now lanky and diminutive frame. The red tip of my member began to poke from its meager sheath, yet I didn’t need to get to full mast to guess that it had shrunk too.

With nothing else to do, I slapped myself. I needed to find out what happened and who did this. Now the last thing I remembered was something about drinking wine and passing out. So I needed to start there, I needed to get back to my quarters and find out who sent the wine.
Looking around revealed two things. I was in an alleyway, and there was nothing to cover myself with. With no other choice, I took a deep breath and walked out of the alleyway the only way I could, with my hands covering my crotch.

It wasn’t the best solution, but it was the simplest. And looking on the brightside, now that I had less to cover, it was easier to try and blend in. Or so I thought.

I immediately ran as soon as I was out of the alley. My eyes darted left and right, trying to look for a sign as to where I was and if anyone was going to see me. Yet it seemed I was too focused on what was around me that I didn’t see the lion guard that was coming around the corner.

The world slowed down as soon as we made contact. I felt myself propelled backwards onto the pavement, my hands went to try and cushion my fall, leaving my old bait and tackle out in the open. And it seemed the guard saw it too.

I tried to get up and run away, yet he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck like some sort of kitten. He was taller than me, and raising me to eye level made it more evident as my feet left the ground.

“Now, what’s a little pervert like you doing out in the street butt naked?” A voice said in front of me. Looking upward, the voice revealed itself to be one of my recruits who were assigned to patrol the town, Axel something.

I tried my best to stay calm in the face of this disgruntled recruit, yet the cold domineering stare of his bore deep into my naked form. I could feel his gaze linger on my hands, wrapped around my little cocklet.

He had the eyes of a predator as he looked at me in my sorry state. He licked his lips as soon as he found his target; Just like our ancestors when they hunted for their own kind of prey.

“Let me go!” My voice sounded higher now, nothing like the deep and imposing baritone of my old self. I kicked and flailed like a mad cat, to no avail. It was hard to kick and escape with my hands still trying to cover my giblets. The pathetic sight of my attempts at escape were only returned with laughter and handcuffs.

My hands were bound to my back, my bare tail slid through the special slot for long tailed prisoners. It seemed the guard was really ready as he even produced an iron collar paired with a leash, both of which he attached to my neck with a resounding click.

“Little pervert like you needs to be taught some discipline!” The iron collar weighed heavy as it hung like a necklace around my neck, too big to be tight too small to slip out of. And the leash wasn't helping as it forced me to move at the guard’s pace, if not, a slight tug would pull me closer to the guard, and closer to falling flat on my face.

The handcuffs on the other hand were just as misfitting as the collar. Sure they did their job keeping my hands at bay, but it did prevent me from covering my cock and balls during this humiliating processional. I felt my face redden even more so than before when I saw where we were headed, the recruits' barracks.

“Um, where are we going, mr. guard?” I meekly ask my captor in my nicest, most innocent voice. The recruits’ barracks were close to the officers’ quarters, but there was still the matter of being seen by my recruits, and being bound by them.

“A special pervert like you deserves a special punishment” Axel said, opening the lone door on the side of the barracks. I could feel my diminutive cock suddenly come to life at the sight that lay before me.

Recruits were often ordered to bathe together, as their officer in charge, I’ve never actually bathed with them and seen them naked, that is until now. All I could see were the naked bodies of my recruits, all covered in sweat from their patrols and laps. I could feel a bead of spit slowly fall from my mouth as it hung agape.

Herculean was one word to describe the muscular leonins that were in various states of undress. Some were still in their armor, while some elected to start to strip. Their abs were like washboards, defined and smooth, all with mantrails leading down to their crotches the same color as their manes.

Almost nothing was left to the imagination, especially that some of them were already fully nude. I felt my cock harden even further as it was now fully erect in its shrunken state. The sight of their leonin sheaths on full display was enough for pre to start leaking from my tip. 

My eyes went further downward, scanning the recruits' balls. All were plump and probably filled with their virile seed. I could already imagine how they would feel in hand. One could only guess how pent up these recruits were, with all the training I had given them I can only imagine they were roaring for release.

The sudden lecherous thoughts running through my mind were surprising, but not unwelcome! I’ve never seen my recruits, nay, anyone like this before! It must be this new form of mine giving me these horrid thoughts, right?

My ministrations were further pushed to the back of my mind when a ravenous look spread all across the faces of those before me, as if a mental switch turned on inside each and every one of them. In one fell swoop, they grabbed me by my legs, spreading them as they dragged me to a chair where I was unceremoniously dropped on my ass once again.

“Come on magg… err… I mean sirs. There must be a way for you to let me go?” I try to plead, my erection betraying my words.

 Yet no reply came from the lions but laughter and hissing as one plugged my mouth with some sort of crude white cloth. The tangy and salty taste revealed that the cloth was a used loincloth. The taste reminded me of my own from a hard day of training, yet smelling it was different from tasting the real thing.

“Shh little kit” the lion who stuffed my mouth said putting a finger to my mouth “We’ve been pent up all week and tired from training. And thanks to Axel here, we can finally get some relief.” 

My eyes must’ve visibly enlarged in the darkened room, large enough for everyone else to see and laugh at my expense “Don’t worry, we’ll let him take the first round as reward. Maybe with him being the smallest, it’ll help loosen you up for some real cock” the bigger lion said grabbing his balls emphasizing his large cock now dripping with pre.

“Look at this little thing! It's so small it's like a toy!” Another lion said suddenly manhandling my cock, his hand overshadowing my cock. I could feel his rugged yet furred hand rigorously pump my member, it wasn’t helping he was using just two fingers with how small it was. Letting go, the same lion laughed before leaving to play with the others while waiting for their turn.

Muffled shouts and pleas of mercy left my maw, yet they were left unheard as Axel began his attack. His rough tongue lapped at my exposed body, starting with my nipples transforming my silenced pleas to silenced moans of pleasure. I felt his tongue go lower and lower, yet trying to see how he looked was no good as one of the lions made a makeshift blindfold from what seems to be another lion’s sweaty loincloth.

My moaning turned into a yelp of surprise as I felt my load spill all over Axel as soon as I felt his tongue lap at my already sensitive cock. I felt my face warm up as I blushed at the embarrassing sight I must’ve been in front of my own recruits. 

“Oh done already? Good!” The same lion from before said before placing a slip of paper on the space where my pubes should’ve been “Thank Hank from evidence for this little toy”

And as if by magic, it was probably magic, I felt cold metal wrap around my cold member, forming like some sort of cod piece to keep it in place. Yet its coolness was suddenly changed to a low thrum as I felt it vibrate in place, giving just the right stimulation to try and coax my cock from its sheath once more, emphasis on coax.

“Get used to the enchantment kit, we’ve got a full night ahead of us” Unable to see my captors I could only slump out of fear and anticipation as I was lifted out of the chair and onto a table, my legs practically hanging off of the side with how short I was. Looks like this was going to be a long night.