{"id":505,"date":"2016-03-02T15:42:07","date_gmt":"2016-03-02T23:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=505"},"modified":"2016-03-02T15:42:30","modified_gmt":"2016-03-02T23:42:30","slug":"the-lady-or-the-tiger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=505","title":{"rendered":"The Lady, or the Tiger?"},"content":{"rendered":"

A young woman tries to control her change<\/em><\/p>\n

Note: \u00a0Soooo… I completely didn’t plan this story. \u00a0Just kinda suddenly decided to write a quick story, settled on a large cat TF and just… sorta… wrote it all in about 5 hours. \u00a0Accidentally. \u00a0Meant to do a werewolf one next. \u00a0Uhhh. \u00a0Sorry?<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Some days you want to curl up in bed and never, ever move again.\u00a0 And, that’s fine.\u00a0 But, then, sometimes you need to just push.\u00a0 Push yourself to get up.\u00a0 Push yourself to roll out of bed.\u00a0 To brush your teeth.\u00a0 To follow the routine you’ve been following for years.\u00a0 There is a time and place for hiding from the world but, fuck it.\u00a0 Sometimes you gotta fight it.<\/p>\n

And, yet, I still feel terrified.\u00a0 Standing at my front door.\u00a0 Purse in one hand, little lunch bag in the other.\u00a0 Staring at the door.\u00a0 Blank mind.\u00a0 Just.\u00a0 Staring.\u00a0 I could still call in sick; my work is pretty lenient about this kind of thing.\u00a0 I can feel my heart in my stomach, pounding away.\u00a0 I have to face it at some point.\u00a0 I have to push it as far as I can.<\/p>\n

Before I can change my mind, I open the door and step into the warm, late Spring air.\u00a0 I shade my eyes against the sun and then head over to my old car.\u00a0 A little Camry my dad got for me as a graduation gift from college.\u00a0 It was old when he bought it and it’s even older now but it runs and that’s all I care about until I can afford a better one.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Look at me, distracting myself with stupid, mundane things.<\/p>\n

Purse and lunch in the passenger side.\u00a0 Keys in ignition.\u00a0 Backing up.\u00a0 Driving away.\u00a0 All routine.\u00a0 Traffic on the Interstate, yelling at everyone getting in the exit lane just so they can jump back further ahead in the queue.\u00a0 Feeling the little anger bubble up but pushing it away.<\/p>\n

I sneak into the office, smiling at a few work friends until I can hide myself in my little corner cubicle.\u00a0 It’s a good place to work.\u00a0 Nice little mixture of honest, hardworking people and incredibly over-dramatic annoying people.\u00a0 I work in billing and there’s already a ton of invoices and credit checks for me to run so, yay, more to distract myself.<\/p>\n

Yes, yes it is boring.\u00a0 But, I like working with numbers.\u00a0 It’s soothing in a weird way.\u00a0 I’m studying most evenings to become a CPA.\u00a0 Then maybe I can get a new car.\u00a0 Like, maybe a Camry that’s only 6 years old.\u00a0 Living the life.<\/p>\n

Phone calls.\u00a0 Emails.\u00a0 Chatting with people that wander past my cubicle.<\/p>\n

I can do this.<\/p>\n

Hiding a yawn behind a cracking jaw, I look at the little clock on my computer.\u00a0 Just a bit past three.\u00a0 I usually eat lunch late at my desk when it’s busy and today’s no exception.\u00a0 Honestly, I’m surprised my keyboard still works.\u00a0 I can see so many crumbs under the keys.\u00a0 I like to think bacteria are building a civilization down there.\u00a0 Maybe offering up sacrifices when I’m really clacking away.\u00a0 Trying to appease the… would I be a thunder god?\u00a0 Earthquake?\u00a0 Goddess.\u00a0 Whatever.<\/p>\n

Movement catches the corner of my eye and I turn quickly.\u00a0 Just someone walking by unexpectedly.\u00a0 Nothing.\u00a0 Nothing unusual.\u00a0 And, yet, I felt a small surge of adrenaline.<\/p>\n

I’m good.\u00a0 I’m still good.<\/p>\n

I settle my black, tight ponytail behind me and lean into the spreadsheet I’m updating.\u00a0 It helps me focus.\u00a0 I need it because that little bit of energy just a bit ago hasn’t left.\u00a0 I feel on edge.\u00a0 Winding and unwinding my legs together under my desk.\u00a0 My stockings whisk together whisk-whisk-whisk-whisk and, damn, I can’t even remember what row I was looking at on this fucking spreadsheet.<\/p>\n

“Hey Kris,” Ben says, passing by my cubicle.<\/p>\n

“Hey,” I trail off, watching him walk away.<\/p>\n

The smell.\u00a0 His smell.\u00a0 I can almost see<\/em><\/strong> it coming from him.\u00a0 My lips peel back and I tip my chin, nose and forehead wrinkling.\u00a0 Dark brown eyes dilating.\u00a0 I don’t smell the air, I taste<\/em><\/strong> it.\u00a0 Pulling it into my mouth to savor it.\u00a0 Shivering.\u00a0 I can’t explain it because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this before.\u00a0 Never even… not even from before.\u00a0 It smells warm.\u00a0 Salty.\u00a0 A little sweaty.\u00a0 A little bitter.\u00a0 A little sweet.<\/p>\n

My lips curl.\u00a0 I want to lick him.\u00a0 The thought just pops up.\u00a0 Licking the side of his neck with a wide tongue.\u00a0 I shiver again and rub my arms. My feet are pressed hard against each other.\u00a0 Thighs tight.\u00a0 I almost growl and, instead, breathe out harshly.<\/p>\n

Bowing my head, I lick my lips, breathing deeply.\u00a0 Ben’s scent nearly becoming replaced with the heady scent of my own excitement wafting up to me.\u00a0 This time I do growl.\u00a0 Almost.\u00a0 Kind of.\u00a0 It’s similar.\u00a0 Rumbling deep in my throat.<\/p>\n

Quickly standing, I make my way to the private bathroom nearby, locking the door.\u00a0 Staring at myself. \u00a0Looking for changes.\u00a0 Leaning forward, staring deep into my own eyes.\u00a0 I can feel nearly every tiny hair along my arms.\u00a0 Clearing my throat with a rough cough (I can still smell him) I turn on the water, letting it run for a while.<\/p>\n

Finger against my lips, pulling them back.\u00a0 My teeth still look fine.\u00a0 I think.\u00a0 I have never bothered to look at my teeth much beyond quick post-brushing until a few months ago.<\/p>\n

My eyes.\u00a0 Dark brown normally but I watch a small golden streak appear in my right eye like a small crack.\u00a0 Heat rushes through my body from my toes to my ears and I gasp in astonishment.\u00a0 I feel it physically as a full body blush and my stomach clenches.\u00a0 Gasping, I bend, clutching the sink until my stomach relaxes.\u00a0 My face is burning and my ears are on fire.\u00a0 Looking up, more golden cracks shine in my eyes.\u00a0 I can’t feel it happening.\u00a0 I also can’t look away.\u00a0 I’ve never… I’ve never watched any of this happen.<\/p>\n

Sweat drips from my hair as my eyes turn gold.\u00a0 Colors seem to fade slightly while everything takes on a slight blur.\u00a0 Like I need glasses.\u00a0 It’s not bad but it’s noticeable.<\/p>\n

My blouse sticks to my sweaty back and I’m breathing quickly.\u00a0 Panting almost.\u00a0 Sweat rolls down between my breasts, soaking into the band of my bra.<\/p>\n

And then, I gasp, biting my tongue in pain while falling to my knees.\u00a0 I can taste the blood but the pain in my mouth is nothing compared to the stabbing, scraping pain in my hips.\u00a0 On my hands and knees, tears forming at the corner of my eyes, sweat dripping to the ground, I lower my chest and raise my hips.\u00a0 Awkwardly.\u00a0 Half aware of what I must look like.\u00a0 The position eases the pain somewhat.\u00a0 Blood drips from my mouth.\u00a0 I can feel it now.\u00a0 The tips of my canines.\u00a0 Sharper.<\/p>\n

The pain in my hips and lower back subsides to a dull, throbbing ache.\u00a0 I lower myself further, burning cheek against the cool tile, shifting my hips, rocking them back and forth.\u00a0 Spreading my thighs.\u00a0 Stretching my upper body forward until my blouse touches the ground.\u00a0 I claw at the ground before realizing what I’m doing.\u00a0 Grimacing.\u00a0 Groaning, I push back to my knees and sit on my heels.\u00a0 Something clicks quietly in my hips.\u00a0 I rock back and forth on my heels, feeling the little bone.\u00a0 Click-<\/em>shift-click-<\/em>shift-click<\/em>.\u00a0 It feels strange but at least it doesn’t hurt bad anymore.<\/p>\n

Sighing deeply, I pull myself up to the still running sink.\u00a0 My brilliant golden eyes stare back at me.\u00a0 My lips bulge ever so slightly and, opening my mouth, I see the hint of my top and bottom fangs.\u00a0 Nothing that would send people screaming in a panic but possibly worth a double-take from anyone passing.\u00a0 The teeth around my canines are twisted to make room.\u00a0 No more smiling or talking today.<\/p>\n

My ears flick as someone walks by outside the room and I instinctively sniff the air.\u00a0 Ugh.\u00a0 Seriously?\u00a0 Pushing aside my hair, I look closely at my ears.\u00a0 Are they pointed a little?\u00a0 Just a bit?\u00a0 I can’t tell.\u00a0 But, pressing fingertips behind them, I feel something shift and move at the base of my ears.\u00a0 New bones or something that lets them move more freely.\u00a0 To focus on sounds.<\/p>\n

I splash water on my face.\u00a0 And then again.\u00a0 The urge to just dunk my head is pretty damn strong but, instead, I just run wet fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck.\u00a0 I love the feel of water on me when I’m like this.\u00a0 Rather than drying my face off, I stare at myself again.\u00a0 It’s mesmerizing.\u00a0 My eyes.\u00a0 My fangs.\u00a0 Something stirs in my lower belly and I breathe deeply.\u00a0 Ben’s scent is still there.\u00a0 Fading but there.\u00a0 My upper lip twitches.<\/p>\n

Is it enough?\u00a0 Have I pushed enough?<\/p>\n

Still holding the edge of the sink, I lean forward, eyes closed and work my shoulders.\u00a0 They feel sore, as if I’d been at the gym.\u00a0 Muscles aching and stiff.<\/p>\n

I stand, turning off the water.\u00a0 Mouth closed.\u00a0 Staring at myself.\u00a0 I’m not sweating any more and my blouse is starting to dry.<\/p>\n

No.\u00a0 I can push further.\u00a0 I have to.\u00a0 I have to take control of this.\u00a0 Pain flares in my fingers and I hiss, making fists with my small hands.\u00a0 The joints are alive with pain, pulsing fiercely.\u00a0 A tiny stream of blood courses along the palm of my hand, too light to drip as it winds down to my wrists instead.<\/p>\n

I growl.\u00a0 Deep in my throat.\u00a0 My ears twitch, twisting.\u00a0 Trying to pull back.\u00a0 My fangs are exposed.\u00a0 The skin behind my fingernails bulges slightly.\u00a0 A little more blood leaks from beneath them.\u00a0 The bulge moves forward and then stops.\u00a0 I open my hands, staring at my bloody palms.\u00a0 They’re darker in places now.\u00a0 The skin under my fingers and palm.\u00a0 I rub my hands together slowly and they rasp and nearly catch.<\/p>\n

I will push further.\u00a0 I’m still fine.\u00a0 Just a bit more.<\/p>\n

Clear water turns pink as I wash my hands of blood.\u00a0 I towel off, drying my face and neck as well as my hands.\u00a0 When I feel presentable, I unlock the door and step out.<\/p>\n

I’d hoped it was the bathroom that was making me uncomfortably warm but, even in the relatively cool air of the open office, I still feel flushed.\u00a0 With a quick glance around, I nearly run to my desk and settle in again.<\/p>\n

I’ll give myself another hour.\u00a0 Just that.\u00a0 An hour.\u00a0 And then I’ll go and finish this out at home.\u00a0 That’s fair.\u00a0 That’s good.\u00a0 I fucking got this.<\/p>\n

My typing is off with my bulky, awkward fingers now but that doesn’t matter because I can’t concentrate on the screen.\u00a0 It seems to be more blurry than everything around me and the colors are all weird and it strobes.\u00a0 Hurts my head a bit.\u00a0 Plus, there’s so many sounds around me.\u00a0 And smells.\u00a0 Ben is in there somewhere and I can’t help but breathe deeply to try to catch him again.<\/p>\n

Small black and orange hairs push through my pantyhose, unnoticed.\u00a0 I scratch idly at the fabric, nearly slicing open the thin material with my nails.<\/p>\n

More pain, similar to what I felt in my hands, erupts in my toes.\u00a0 Hissing through clenched teeth, I grip my desk and it creaks as muscles shift in my arms.\u00a0 Skin bulges and moves along my forearm and biceps and it feels like my arms are on fire.\u00a0 Lean, hard muscle forms beneath creamy smooth skin but I can’t even feel it beyond the screaming pain in my feet.\u00a0 Seams in my flats strain as my toes bunch up.\u00a0 I can feel and hear<\/em><\/strong> the joints popping.<\/p>\n

Slowly, too slowly to me, the pain seems to wash away.\u00a0 I’m sweating again.\u00a0 And panting.\u00a0 Tongue lolling out of my mouth.\u00a0 I snap up and look around, glad that my cubicle wall is tall enough to hide me.\u00a0 My toes bulge in the small shoes.\u00a0 I can’t make them lay flat any more.\u00a0 I can’t even feel the muscles needed to work the tips of my toes.\u00a0 There are runs in my pantyhose, just above the opening of my flats.<\/p>\n

Dammit.<\/p>\n

“…and… said…..no…”\u00a0 I hear Ben say.\u00a0 My ears swivel to catch what he is saying but he works at the far end of the building.\u00a0 I shouldn’t be able to hear anything that far away.\u00a0 Instinctively, I lift my chin and then higher, lips pulled back, baring my little fangs to try to smell him.\u00a0 I can’t and I rock in my chair, frustrated.\u00a0 I’ve noticed him before, of course, and thought he was cute enough but that… scent<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 It’s driving me wild.\u00a0 Literally.\u00a0 Just the memory of it is muddling my brain and making me press my thighs together.<\/p>\n

Orange and black hairs slide through the skin at the back of my neck and I claw at them while scratching my feet along the ground.\u00a0 Something moved<\/em> in my lower back.\u00a0 A forming muscle trying to twitch a non-existent tail in frustration and exasperation.\u00a0 I lick the back of my hand, dragging it across my lips to help calm me.\u00a0 The skin along my upper lip opens in a few places to expose the tips of white whiskers.<\/p>\n

Fuck it.<\/p>\n

Fuck.\u00a0 It.\u00a0 I’m going.\u00a0 Fuck all this should I or shouldn’t I.\u00a0 I’m fucking going to him.<\/p>\n

I stand and then place my hands against my desk to steady myself.\u00a0 The little muscle shifts again in my lower back.\u00a0 Uselessly.\u00a0 My feet feel strange and, yet, familiar.\u00a0 Familiar to a steadily growing part of me.<\/p>\n

Padding through the office, ears flicking, I move with a purpose. Striding through the cubicles, fighting the urge to growl.\u00a0 I feel boundless energy deep within.\u00a0 My shoulders and arms ache and I flex my fingers, feeling the little sharp tips of claws hidden underneath my fingernails.<\/p>\n

His scent is growing stronger. I feel it pulling at me.\u00a0 As if it had sharp teeth and nails and had dug itself into my belly, yanking at my core.<\/p>\n

My nipples ache.\u00a0 Throbbing.\u00a0 Sending little shocks of electricity deep into my stomach.<\/p>\n

Small black lines appear in my dark lips but go no further.\u00a0 Janice, from sales almost says hello but then blinks twice quickly and steps back, glancing nervously around before laughing quietly.\u00a0 Unsettled.\u00a0 Small primate brain confused at the predator stalking the hallway.<\/p>\n

People are starting to leave.\u00a0 End of the day.\u00a0 I nearly snarl at a few of them before remembering where I am.\u00a0 It’s getting harder to think straight.\u00a0 I should go.\u00a0 I should’ve been gone.\u00a0 A while ago.\u00a0 I toss my head, baring my fangs briefly in anger.\u00a0 At myself.\u00a0 At my change.\u00a0 At the world.<\/p>\n

Claws slide from beneath my toenails, slicing through the soles of my shoes and digging into the short pile carpet.\u00a0 My feet ache again.\u00a0 Growing again.\u00a0 Straining against the shoes.\u00a0 I go to the balls of my feet in the next step.\u00a0 And then force myself down again.\u00a0 But, it feels wrong now to walk flat-footed.\u00a0 Unnatural.\u00a0 My lower back twitches again and I go back up.\u00a0 Walking on paws that aren’t quite there yet.<\/p>\n

My shirt is so tight.\u00a0 I have a brief, insane urge to tear it off of me.\u00a0 I almost do it.\u00a0 God help me but I almost do it right there in front of the dwindling office.\u00a0 The thought of being naked is exhilarating.\u00a0 Cool air against my burning skin.\u00a0 A single button on my blouse comes undone.\u00a0 The shirt pulls up to expose bare skin above my black skirt.\u00a0 I feel like something is tearing at my stomach.\u00a0 Knives.\u00a0 I’d be on my knees if I wasn’t so intent on finding Ben.<\/p>\n

This was such a terrible, terrible idea.\u00a0 I should’ve stayed home.\u00a0 I can’t now.\u00a0 I know I can’t.\u00a0 Light fuzz grows up to cover my ears.\u00a0 Nearly invisible black hairs lining the backs of the ears as they focus forward.\u00a0 I have<\/em><\/strong> to see him.\u00a0 It’s driving me.\u00a0 She is.\u00a0 Me.\u00a0 I’m driving me.\u00a0 I want him.\u00a0 I want to rub myself against him.\u00a0 To cover him in my scent while tasting his.\u00a0 I want to feel his skin against mine.\u00a0 His fingers in my fur.\u00a0 In my hair.\u00a0 On my skin.<\/p>\n

I’m sopping wet.\u00a0 I can feel the wetness against my thighs.\u00a0 Soaking my panties.\u00a0 Short black and orange hairs sprout along my smooth, hairless mound.<\/p>\n

And then, he’s there.\u00a0 Fingertip against his lip while staring at something.\u00a0 I know what it is.\u00a0 The thing he’s staring at.\u00a0 It’s a… a program.\u00a0 We all use it.\u00a0 Why can’t I think of the name of it?\u00a0 I use it all the goddamned time.\u00a0 It’s…\u00a0 it’s…<\/p>\n

I’m putting it off.\u00a0 God, I want to fucking jump him.\u00a0 I want to ravage him right here.\u00a0 I know I can’t.\u00a0 Even now, I know I can’t.<\/p>\n

Black-striped fur grows along my breasts.\u00a0 It itches as it grows.\u00a0 I can feel it creeping down my belly just as sharp points of pinching pain forms along my sides.\u00a0 I groan quietly and twist my thighs together as milk ducts form beneath my stomach, a prelude to my teats forming.\u00a0 I want to touch them.\u00a0 To knead them.\u00a0 To twist and pinch them.<\/p>\n

I want him to do it.<\/p>\n

“Hello, Ben,” I purr, moving closer to him.\u00a0 The back of my skirt bulges and I smile in pain, gripping his cubicle wall.\u00a0 The cheap metal groans beneath my powerful grip.\u00a0 My tail is finally starting to grow out.<\/p>\n

“Oh, hey, Kris,” Ben says, turning to look at me.\u00a0 His eyes dip down to my bulging chest before quickly flicking back up.\u00a0 He swallows deeply, eyes focusing on my own.\u00a0 My aching, hardened nipples are tenting my blouse.\u00a0 It pleases me – the thought of him admiring me.\u00a0 Wanting me.\u00a0 I laugh low in my throat and it comes out as a rumble.<\/p>\n

“Could you show me something, Ben?” I ask innocently.<\/p>\n

“Y- yeah, sure, of course.\u00a0 W- what do you need?”<\/p>\n

I lean towards him.\u00a0 My skirt strains and another button comes undone in my blouse.\u00a0 I can feel my growing breasts sliding against the fabric, nipples dragging along the smooth shirt.\u00a0 I want to moan as I pretend it’s Ben’s fingers on them.\u00a0 I can feel the bare skin of my tail against my ass as it wriggles.<\/p>\n

Ben turns to face his monitor.\u00a0 He’s nearly vibrating in his seat.\u00a0 Eyes wide.\u00a0 Uncertain.\u00a0 Somehow both terrified and aroused.\u00a0 I lean forward, placing my right hand on his desk near his mouse.\u00a0 My cheek is nearly touching his and I can feel his body heat.<\/p>\n

That.\u00a0 Fucking.\u00a0 Smell.<\/p>\n

I close my eyes, groaning as I smell him.\u00a0 It makes my head spin.\u00a0 On top of it all, I smell his sex.\u00a0 The scent of his arousal.\u00a0 Salty and sharp.\u00a0 I look down and smile behind him at the bulge in his pants.<\/p>\n

“K- Kris?”\u00a0 Ben says, still facing the monitor.<\/p>\n

More fur sprouts from behind my pantyhose and the stockings strain.\u00a0 The black fabric pulls tight, stretching as muscles grow beneath my legs.\u00a0 I gasp and hiss, clutching his desk.\u00a0 Small tears in the stockings show short black and orange striped fur.\u00a0 The lines and ridges of my new, powerful legs vanish beneath growing fur.<\/p>\n

Running a free hand along my belly, I can feel where my teats will grow.\u00a0 Pure black claws push aside my fingertips and I slice my blouse to reveal my taut belly, beading with sweat..<\/p>\n

Ben shakes his head, confused at the smell of me.\u00a0 Sweat-soaked fur and my engorged sex dripping with my need.<\/p>\n

Reaching for his hand, I accidentally cut him with my thick claw.\u00a0 He yelps, pulling his hand away but I’m quicker.\u00a0 I grab it from him in my rough, now-large hand.\u00a0 He looks at me and I hold his gaze.\u00a0 Slowly, bringing his hand to my mouth.\u00a0 My tongue laps out, wide and long and it rasps against his skin.\u00a0 I clean him while he watches, eyes wide, mouth open.<\/p>\n

Unable to contain myself, I kiss him, my throat rumbling with my burning desire as our tongues twist together.\u00a0 He’s trying to talk.\u00a0 Trying to push me away but I’m stronger than he is.\u00a0 Still holding his wrist, I guide him to my breast, pushing it against my skin.\u00a0 He tries to pull away once, twice and then relaxes.\u00a0 Ben’s fingers, dig in almost hesitantly against my chest, kneading my large, furred breast.\u00a0 I growl quietly in approval.<\/p>\n

Finally, we break apart.\u00a0 Ben gasps, breathing for air.\u00a0 Eyes still wide in shock.\u00a0 I can feel my tail sliding down my thigh.\u00a0 The smooth skin of the yet hairless tail tickles the patches of fur along my ass and thighs.\u00a0 The young man’s eyes look down just as the side of my skirt splits, tearing under my growing body.\u00a0 It clings to me, exposing skin and fur and heavy muscles.\u00a0 Ben wipes at his mouth and looks down to see blood.\u00a0 My fangs are sharp and fierce and I tasted his blood and my own while we kissed.<\/p>\n

Two tiny points form on my bare midriff.\u00a0 The skin puckers around the points and then twist to form small, pink nipples.\u00a0 Ben works his mouth in confusion and then grabs his stomach.<\/p>\n

A single golden line appears in the young man’s eyes.<\/p>\n

“It… it hurts…” Ben gasps.<\/p>\n

I sniff the air.\u00a0 His scent is changing.\u00a0 No, not changing.\u00a0 Thickening.\u00a0 Growing stronger.\u00a0 More him.\u00a0 Much more him.<\/p>\n

I feel myself fading.\u00a0 My human side.\u00a0 Complex things like the computer are starting to lose their meaning.\u00a0 I know what it is but I couldn’t explain it to you.\u00a0 What it’s used for.\u00a0 How it works.\u00a0 I have to hurry.\u00a0 Before I’m gone all the way.\u00a0 I grab Ben and he stands, stumbling behind me.\u00a0 My foot cracks and shifts, lengthening, pulling at my toes until they’re wide and thick.<\/p>\n

Nearly running on my paws now, we make our way through dark hallways.\u00a0 Past closed offices.\u00a0 To the… place… the place where… things … go.\u00a0 Put things.\u00a0 Store?\u00a0 Storage?\u00a0 Away.\u00a0 Away from people.<\/p>\n

Pain in my hand.\u00a0 I look back.\u00a0 Ben’s eyes are golden.\u00a0 His nose is black.\u00a0 The sleeve of his white button-down shirt is torn to reveal thick forearms.\u00a0 His fingernails are gone, replaced with deadly, curved black claws.<\/p>\n

“Kris,” he’s panting, lips back in a grimace.\u00a0 “What’s… I don’t understand.”<\/p>\n

The male is in pain.\u00a0 My male.\u00a0 I stop in front of the place.\u00a0 The place I want to be.\u00a0 It’s blocked but I push at it and growl, black ears back in anger.\u00a0 The male reaches out, touching part of the wall and it opens.\u00a0 I lick the male’s ears in appreciation and pull him inside.\u00a0 The large room is pitch black but I see well despite this.<\/p>\n

The male cries out in pain and I look over with concern.\u00a0 His teeth are cracking, making room for growing fangs.\u00a0 I hold him as he flails, clawing at my flesh and strange coverings.\u00a0 He whimpers and I lay him down, pulling at the bits of things over my body, revealing my nakedness.<\/p>\n

Pain.\u00a0 Pain flares in my head and I fall to my hands and knees, thick tail thrashing behind me.\u00a0 My jaw cracks and I blink away tears as the bones pull and push, widening and growing out into a short, powerful muzzle.\u00a0 Black and orange fur sprout down from my forehead slowly.<\/p>\n

The male is curled into a ball, crying.\u00a0 I can see his back but something is on him so I claw at it, exposing his beautiful body.\u00a0 A thick tuft of fur covers his shoulders and neck above a bare, sweaty back.\u00a0 I straddle him, licking the back of his neck with my tongue.\u00a0 Grooming him.\u00a0 He calms beneath my attentions and then shifts, pushing at his body.\u00a0 I help him, pulling and pushing and cutting at the things still covering him until he lies sweating and shaking and naked.<\/p>\n

Hissing through sharp fangs, the male turns to me with furrowed brow.\u00a0 He calls to me in a strange voice and I hear anger there.\u00a0 I growl at him, ears back and he growls back, small, hairless ears twitching.\u00a0 He pushes himself up to his elbows and we stare at each other.<\/p>\n

With a scream, the male bucks, falling backward.\u00a0 He arches his back and quivers, clawing at the ground.\u00a0 His manhood throbs above him and I can’t look away.\u00a0 The smell of it… tiny white hairs are sprouting from the base.\u00a0 His cock is long and pink with a thick vein along the length.\u00a0 I want to touch it.\u00a0 To lick it.\u00a0 To rub my whole face against it.\u00a0 Small bumps form along the length of the male’s cock and, beneath it, his furred testicles swell.\u00a0 I watch as the hard bumps lengthen into tiny spines and something deep within me responds in kind.<\/p>\n

I yowl for him.\u00a0 No longer able to hold back, I rub my sex against his, hissing and yowling as his thick, barbed cock slides between my burning, wet lips.\u00a0 Rocking my hips, pressing my heavy, furred body against his, I rub and yowl and growl and hiss until, moving forward, I feel him press against my opening.<\/p>\n

Eagerly, I press back and he fills me.\u00a0 The male bucks, claws grabbing for my wide, furry hips while his eyes stare hungrily from a fur-less face.\u00a0 I don’t wait for him.\u00a0 Can’t wait.\u00a0 I push myself down, impaling my hungry pussy onto his throbbing, still growing cock.\u00a0 The barbs bite in and I scream.\u00a0 Pain and pleasure mix.\u00a0 Blood roars in my ears.\u00a0 I slam myself down against the male over and over, blood and juices mixing with my fur.\u00a0 He explores my furred stomach, stroking my teats and breasts as he completes his own change beneath me.<\/p>\n

Almost faster than I can follow, the male moves, rolling over, forcing me to the ground.\u00a0 I growl, swiping at his newly formed muzzle.\u00a0 My claws bite in, drawing blood and he hisses.\u00a0\u00a0 Before I can strike him again, he’s on top of me, claws digging into my neck and shoulder.\u00a0 My heavy breasts press flat against the carpet beneath me and I can feel a slow drip between my sore, engorged sex.\u00a0 Blood and cum.\u00a0 My own.<\/p>\n

I thrash, yowling.\u00a0 Needing.\u00a0 Angry and empty and hungry.\u00a0 I buck but, as strong as I am now, the male is stronger.\u00a0 I feel his fangs in the fur of my shoulder and I still myself.\u00a0 My traitorous tail strikes the male’s side and then wraps itself around his waist.\u00a0 My neck and shoulder vibrate while the male growls his warning.\u00a0 His cock pressing against my wet, furred ass, probing.\u00a0 I shiver, yowling again, loudly, until he presses into me.<\/p>\n

The male’s arms and legs wrap around me and I raise myself for him, meeting his powerful thrusts with a slam of my own hips.\u00a0 My large ass slaps against his hips, eager for his seed.\u00a0 I feel something within.\u00a0 My own orgasm building despite the pain of his barbs scraping against my slick walls.\u00a0 The first orgasm for my changed body.\u00a0 I growl, lips pulled back under long, white whiskers.\u00a0 Black furred ears flat against my muzzle.\u00a0 Long, strong legs anchoring myself to the ground with thick black claws.<\/p>\n

Large fingers find my own and I feel the male’s rough pads as he clenches my hand, a remnant of his human side coming through.\u00a0 Grunting and growling and yowling and thrusting, he mates with me until I felt his teeth pierce my shoulder.\u00a0 I feel him clenching and swelling deep within and I scream in pain and pure, raw pleasure.\u00a0 The male’s cum burns in my pussy as he fills me again and again.\u00a0 Blood soaks my shoulder.\u00a0 My ears fill with roaring.\u00a0 I push back once.\u00a0 Twice.\u00a0 And then, I loose myself to it.<\/p>\n

My legs start shaking first, claws tearing strips from the carpet.\u00a0 I try to growl and hiss but bite my tongue instead as my hips began bucking uncontrollably.\u00a0\u00a0 My thick, orange and black tail arches up and back, vibrating.\u00a0 It’s too much.\u00a0 Too much.\u00a0 I try to get away, paws scrabbling at the ground but the male holds me tight, muzzle vibrating around a growl against my shoulder.<\/p>\n

After what feels like eons, my body lies still.\u00a0 I fall to my stomach, wincing and hissing as my aching breasts flatten again beneath me.\u00a0 I want to move but I can’t; my muscles ignore every command I send their way.\u00a0 Instead, I lay with my muzzle open and tongue out, panting while staring up at my mate.\u00a0 I’d forgotten about his fangs in my shoulder until he opens his mouth.\u00a0 Sharp, stinging pain lances into my neck and shoulder and I hiss at it, snapping at the air.\u00a0 Only when I feel the male’s tongue lashing against my bloody fur do I calm.<\/p>\n

He cleans me as I had groomed him earlier.\u00a0 It feels good.\u00a0 It feels right.\u00a0 The tigress found her mate and now I knew what that felt like.<\/p>\n

Once he’s finished cleaning me, he pulls me against his thick, furry chest and holds me.\u00a0 I breathe deeply, savoring our scents.\u00a0 And then, shifting slightly, I remember that he’s still inside of me. I want more.\u00a0 She<\/em><\/strong> wants more but I hurt too much and I don’t think I can move yet.<\/p>\n

As the full moon moved slowly in the clear night sky, the two tigers slept, exhausted and satiated.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

When I wake the next morning, I knew Ben was already awake.\u00a0 We lay together, naked and human.\u00a0 Spooning as we had when we’d fallen asleep together in the night.\u00a0 His cock lay between my ass and it took every ounce of willpower not to wiggle back against him.<\/p>\n

He was so<\/em><\/strong> warm.<\/p>\n

What should I say?\u00a0 What could<\/em><\/strong> I say?\u00a0 Did he remember like I did?\u00a0 I have to say something.<\/p>\n

“I hurt everywhere,” I say, feebly.\u00a0 It’s true.\u00a0 I ached.\u00a0 And, oh Jesus, my poor lady bits.\u00a0 I’d had sex with guys that were big and that was bad enough but this… this was different.\u00a0 And even then, I blushed at the vague, patchy memory of it.\u00a0 “I’m sor-”<\/p>\n

“Did you just wake up?” Ben asks quietly.<\/p>\n

“Yes,” I answer.\u00a0 “Ben, I’m sor-”<\/p>\n

“Was this because of you?”<\/p>\n

I hesitate.\u00a0 Ashamed.\u00a0 “Yes,” I say, my voice very small.<\/p>\n

“Is it- is it permanent?”<\/p>\n

“Yes,” I reply, even smaller.\u00a0 Silence filled the room.\u00a0 I feel terrible.\u00a0 Worse than I’d ever felt.<\/p>\n

“Did you do it on purpose?\u00a0 To me, I mean.”<\/p>\n

“No,” I told him quickly.\u00a0 “Well… no.\u00a0 Not exactly.”<\/p>\n

I explain it to him.\u00a0 My trip.\u00a0 Being attacked.\u00a0 Being raped.\u00a0 Coming back and changing for the first time.\u00a0 Every full moon, just like the movies.\u00a0 The first time I’d had no idea and woke up in the middle of nowhere.\u00a0 The second time I’d locked myself in my room and woke up to a trashed room.\u00a0 I knew then I’d have to fight it.\u00a0 To work at it and try to control it.<\/p>\n

Until I’d smelled him.\u00a0 Something about his scent had made me crazy.\u00a0 Pushed me over the edge.\u00a0 Despite knowing I should leave, I stayed and attacked him.<\/p>\n

“I raped you, Ben,” I say, tears welling up.\u00a0 “Just like the creature did to me.\u00a0 I can’t…. I can’t apologize enough.\u00a0 I feel sick and I’m so-”<\/p>\n

I cry.\u00a0 Unable to hold it in.\u00a0 And, despite it all, Ben pulls me closer.\u00a0 He holds me until I’ve exhausted myself.\u00a0 I lay there, ugly with tears and snot and occasionally hiccuping and he still holds me.\u00a0 His smooth, hairless chest is warm against my back and I can feel the slow, steady beat of his heart.<\/p>\n

“It wasn’t your fault,” he tells me finally.\u00a0 “You didn’t know.\u00a0 You were trying to figure it out and didn’t know what would happen.\u00a0 I don’t blame you.\u00a0 It’s not your fault.”<\/p>\n

I’d thought I was done crying but, I guess not.\u00a0 And I cry ugly, too.\u00a0 Really ugly.\u00a0 I’m very, very glad I’m the little spoon.\u00a0 This time, Ben strokes my hair until I calmed down.<\/p>\n

“Do you,” Ben asks, pausing.\u00a0 “Do you want to grab some coffee?\u00a0 Well, I mean, uhhh, clothes first and then coffee?\u00a0 I think we need to talk about this.\u00a0 A lot.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah,” I sniff, shifting to move.<\/p>\n

“No,” Ben says quietly.\u00a0 I feel him press his face against my shoulder, burying his nose into my hair.\u00a0 “Not yet.\u00a0 You’re… you’re warm and comfortable and I just… I just need to be here a little longer.\u00a0 If- if that’s okay.”<\/p>\n

I can’t speak.\u00a0 I just nod and press myself against him.\u00a0 For now, it’s enough.\u00a0 More than enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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