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A gasp sounded from John's muzzle as the teeth snapped shut but only succeeded in yanking out some of the fur around his neck. As he gave Sheva a puzzled look, she dragged him up by the scruff of his sore neck "that was for tempting me. I would have been even more of a monster then I look now if I was to kill you like that" she growled, white fur bristling with anger as she stared daggers into him.

Letting go of him, John rubbed his sore neck whilst his ears sagged in shame "I'm sorry Sheva, I just...don't know what to do anymore. It feels like my very existence is a curse now, and I just didn't want to drag you with me" he began to explain until he was interrupted when the Puma came and gave a rare sign of affection, nuzzling him as though relieved he was okay.

John absently rubbed between the wild Puma's ears as she acted like a tame house cat, there seemed to be something different about his feline companion now, maybe attributed to both him and Sheva now? A good moment of awkward silence passed with the Puma edging away, sensing the tension but keeping close and seeming to tense, ready to spring to his aid if he looked in trouble again. Another moment passed like this before John spoke up "so, what now?" he asked her.

"I...Don't...Know" Sheva said as she seemed to be struggling with something, having to force the words out of her lips, well more like muzzle really now.

John remembered how he went berserk when he was first affected by the curse, though she didn't seem as badly affected control wise. John surmised it was because she just had an extension of his curse where he was most likely to be directly influenced by the feral form, being the bearer of the curse. Looking at her in more detail, her body seemed a little less bestial but definitely more animal still than human, and she seemed to have gained more bulk in muscle as well as height but again, not as drastic as himself.

Seeing her chest heaving as her breathing seemed to become more laboured, he hoped his voice could reach her still "Sheva, listen to me, I know what is going on inside your head. You feel scared and frightened, you think that everything is an enemy and the tiger inside only heightens that emotion. You have to tame it Sheva, let it know who is boss and in charge and still the thoughts that are not your own" John said as her pupils began to dilate and her face took on a more wild look. "Sheva, no harm will befall you while I am around, I promise you" John said as he laid a lightly furred hand on her shoulder, causing her to whip her head round and tried to sink her teeth in.

Something seemed to snap in her mind though as she stopped just short of biting down on him to sever fur, flesh and tissue. Shaking her head as if waking from a bad dream, Sheva stumbled back and almost fell when John dashed forward and grasped her hand, this time she was the one that dug her claws in a bit in fright. As John pulled her back to safety again, he said with a slight rumble of a chuckle "this reminds me when I first met you" he said as he ignored the pain as best as possible. "You seem to have a nasty habit of falling there" he said as she stumbled into his strong arms.

"Wha..." Sheva gasped as she stared into his yellow eyes with her stunning sapphire blue orbs for a bit. John couldn't help appreciating how they had changed as he returned the look. Sheva leaned into his naked furry striped chest as her face fur fluffed in a blush, a heat seeming to envelope her mind. Seeming to come back to herself, Sheva shook her head as though waking up before she pushed him away from her, "just...get away from me" she growled as her ears flicked in confused shame and her tail lashed and dropped as though uncertain with her mood.

"You leaned into me" John said with a heart that felt as though it was going to fail him, here was yet another one that had reason to hate him, and someone just like him, of all cruel things. "But...I understand your feelings of hatred towards me" with that, John turned to leave her, tail dragging and ears as flat as his heart felt, heading back into the cave.

Staring after him, Sheva jumped as the Puma hissed behind her in a warning before stalking past her and into the cave where she seemed to guard John, as though waiting for him to accept her and not the strange new tigress that looked similar to John.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Sheva looked down and saw it was clear and quiet for now, perhaps if now she climbed down she might be able to find a cure...besides having to murder John that is, she had to admit, wasn't his fault really. But then she faced reality as she realised no human alive would so much as listen to her, never mind help her and would more likely be inclined to put a sword through her heart or an arrow. Sighing, she licked her lips absently before spitting out some white fur, forgetting it also extended to her face with how she had transformed into a beast.

She held her pink tongue out in a stunned fashion, gazing at the length of the tongue and even able to see the rough, sandpaper like texture due to the size and length of it. Her tail flopped onto her lap and again, acted like she had noticed it for the first time as she stroked it, causing her tail to twitch and a shock run through her at how sensitive it was to her pads on her hands. She ran her tongue over her teeth and sure enough, they were sharp, pointed and lethal as well, surprising her with the feeling of power it gave her.

Standing up in one fluid movement, she felt her muscles flex...her muscles when before she had perhaps a tenth of the strength she now had in her thin human frame. Looking down at her feet, being bare due to shoes would never fit the new alignment now of her toes and more of an arch to her feet, she looked on as her claws on her toes flexed with the tense and relaxation of muscles in her feet Her clothes still fitted her body, but tightly due to an increase in height and muscle as well as a shift in her shape, as a result the clothes fitted her at odd angles, slack in some areas and tight in others.

Flexing her hands she reflexively unsheathed her claws, a look of awe at the inbuilt tools capable of killing. She wished she could see what she fully looked like as she had no clue if she was just the same as John or something different looking, maybe even worse? Swivelling her ears forward as a noise caught her attention, Sheva then remembered the fresh flowing spring that ran a bit of a climb upwards. She could use that as it was so clear to look into like a mirror to see her appearance in its reflection.

Grasping hold of an outcropping that led beside the cave entrance, she looked on in apprehension before extending her claws to grip as though by some new instinct and began her climb. The difference before and now was almost intoxicating as she felt as though she could fly up the mountain with no problem. Feeling flushed with her new strength, Sheva made her rapid way up to the spring.

Down in the cave, John was curled up in a ball as he wrapped himself in misery. "Why does everything I seem to come into contact with seem to just fall apart, what is the point in my existence when all it seems to bring is suffering?" He growled out to himself with teeth bared in frustration, the Puma sat nearby, who couldn't seem to understand as to his distress but made low chirping like calls as though comforting a cub, his depressed scent putting her on edge slightly.

Suddenly a noise outside seemed to disturb him from his depressed revere. A round ear perked at a sudden scrabbling sound near to the entrance of the cave as John let out a growl, wanting something to tear his claws into right now. He rebuked himself for that thought as that wasn't him at all to be so aggressive, and the Puma wasn't growling so it was nothing threatening, at least not to her it wasn't.

Curious and wanting something, anything to distract himself he went on outside his cave to investigate, whereupon coming outside he noticed the absence of a certain white weretigress. "Oh no, don't tell me she went back to the village?" he said in despair for her, knowing how she didn't want to remain in her current form from his curse and might have been desperate enough to have sought the good will of the villagers for help. Worry written all over his features John dashed to the edge to see if he could catch a white furred form on the way down.

A bit of gravel suddenly hit his furred, striped head and looked up with an annoyed growl just to see a white figure easily scaling the mountain face. "Sheva?" he said in surprise to see her climbing up with nearly as much ease as he could before making his way up the cliff face after her. His heart was pounding in hope that maybe she would in time forgive him if she was searching for a den of her own up here.

Just below him, the Puma emerged from the cave and looked on up before giving a sad growl as if acknowledging he was never to be her mate before slipping off in the opposite direction down the mountain. However, John was too preoccupied to notice as he felt hope blaze in him at the prospect that maybe Sheva would grow to accept her form, and maybe even forgive and like him.

Reaching the edging where the stream ran he stopped to stare at Sheva in awe, because there she was by the stream in nothing but her beautiful white fur, standing by the edge of the stream and viewing herself with something like awe on her face, mixed with a bit of confusion. As though uncertain if she should be enjoying how beautiful she looked. On a rock lay her tatty clothes so that she could get a better look at herself.

Sheva was in the middle of running her hand/paw over her face, admiring the light blue eyes that had taken her once plain brown and caressing the fur, feeling how pleasantly soft it was against her pads. She was in awe with her white furred form as she saw the light sparkle in her eyes and glint off her white, sharp fangs. Trailing her tail through the water Sheva made a rough pattern in the water as though seeing what control she could exert over her new appendage.

Sheva kept flicking her ears back and then forward, reaching a hand/paw to feel at them, the flexibility of them seeming to catch her attention and marvel at them. Sheva began feeling her body up and her eyes went wide when she realised with some relief that she still and some human aspects, realising she still had breasts underneath her white striped fur. Though they had grown smaller it had seemed to her slight disappointment.

John couldn't help but give something akin to a gentle rumble in his throat at seeing her fascination which caught her attention, she whipped her head round in a show of fangs when she saw who it was, and had what passed for a smile on his muzzle upon seeing her. "What do you want?" she said in a weary growl upon been caught so unexpectedly by him.

"I'm sorry Sheva I just..." John stopped, what was he supposed to say? He was lonely, wanting her to accept him despite what he had been responsible for? He let his sentence hang in the air like a heavy weight, unable to think of what to say as his tail trailed on the floor, his illusion that things might work out broken. When she turned away from him, she half flattened her ears and focused on her reflection as though trying to ignore him. "I'm sorry for what has happened...truly, if I could do anything to remedy it I would" John said, trying to put as much truth and heart in his words as he could. Sheva seemed to show a little less ridged as her ears rose slightly to listen. "For one it shows just how flawed and judgemental humans can be, it has opened my eyes to the fact that we aren't so perfect after all" he said, seeing her form stiffen again and saw her feet claws flex a bit. "I am not saying I am happy to be like this, if I could I would rather go back in the past to stop me from ever picking up that statue that cursed me, and go back to working hard for my future family..." John trailed off there as he choked back a sob, ending in a growl as he felt his eyes tear up again.

Whipping her head round as Sheva heard him trail off and then saw his tail hanging stiff, ears flattened with his eyes scrunched shut as John tried to regain control over his emotions. "That is why I wanted you to kill me there and then, to put an end to my shame and sorrow, at least you...didn't kill the one you loved most of all" he said in a sorrowful, growling like quality creeping into his voice, his tail end shaking as his claws bit into his palms slightly.

Seeing a slight dampening beneath his eye she felt her heart soften to him. Walking quietly up to him, thanks to the pads now on her feet she gently laid a hand on his shoulder "but we are still human, on the inside aren't we? Why can't we both just try once more with our kind and try to get the villagers to understand?" Sheva said reassuringly to John as she tried to manipulate her tail to wrap round him in reassurance but failed as all she managed to do was hitting his legs.

Opening his yellow eyes, he couldn't help but smile at her attempt to comfort him, and then laughed weakly as she tried to control her tail "you do it like this" he said softly, wrapping his striped tail round her waist.

Sheva's heart seemed to stop in her breast as they locked eyes, his yellow eyes staring into her blue for a while before Sheva shook her head "what do you think you are doing?" she uttered, shoving him back hard and forgetting he had his tail round her waist. As he gripped with it reflexively he ended up pulling her down and would have bashed her head if it wasn't for his quick reflexes, scooping to catch her just short.

Thanks to being part tiger, she was able to flex her supple spine and straighten herself with relative ease before glaring at him, irritated that made a third time he had helped her and stalking off, tail swishing in agitation. "Well, so much for making it up to her" John said sadly as he turned to head back down the mountain to his cave. Just before he did though, his acute sense of smell caught something from Sheva, mixed in with her distressed scent was something that made his tiger side stir and wanted to chase her down, but clamped the feeling down as he knew immediately what the outcome would be. He would lose control as well as Sheva and they would probably end up hated enemies for good afterwards.

Scaling back down he reflected he would rather have the Puma's company as opposed to someone inclined to be hostile or bear hatred towards him. Giving a low growl for her that he had learned was what she responded to more than his voice, he was surprised when the Puma didn't come running. Sighing, he sat on the cliff edge and stared down at the huge drop as he put his face in his hands/paws and felt another cry of loneliness trying to escape his throat.

Shaking his head he knew it was pointless to sit and mope, the distressed lashings oh his striped tail stilling as he took deep breaths to calm down. Feeling his tiger side stir, he decided to give vent to the feral side and have a hunt down the forested slopes of the mountain. Letting out some of the pent up feral feelings might help clear his head...hopefully.

Scaling a bit down and then making his way across to where it was more level and closer to the ground, but sheltered thanks to the pine trees he let his feral side loose as the world slowed down and everything became sharper. Becoming a predator he stalked through on all fours through the trees, scenting the wind for prey until he caught the smell of something, it was not a prey on the breeze but...another like him. The human part of him told him who it possibly was but his feral tiger side was in control now and his thoughts dulled as he sniffed the air again, growling in longing for a mate.

"Why...why did she follow me?" John thought weakly as he prowled, mind becoming more feral the closer he got to her scent until he heard a rustle behind a tree. Pouncing around it, he was confronted by an alarmed looking Sheva. He should have run away from her but her scent was calling him like a moth to a flame.

She wore a look of alarm on her features and her scent took on a scared smell, but mixed in with it was her own body's wants as a males scent filled her senses. "John, please I...I came to apologise and...WAIT!" she cried out as he pounced on her with a growl of longing. John's mind was no more than a whisper now as his tiger spirit had now taken hold of him and was no longer aware of what he was doing. Sheva desperately shoved at his face as he ran his nose through her white striped fur, inhaling her scent before getting to her clothes.

Growling lightly he grasped her shirt in his mouth, seeming to forget that he even had hands "stop...please" he cried out in his mind but the curse just seemed to feed off of his loneliness as he worked on lifting it over her head.

Clamping her nostrils shut with effort, Sheva said quietly "sorry John" before she lashed at his furred head, gauging bloody marks through his striped head fur. Jumping off of her in a roar of pain, Sheva quickly scrambled to her feet and ran up the slope using all four limbs to rush to the mountain face and quickly scaled it.

Roaring in anger and wanting, John rushed to the mountain face and flew up it, his feral rage giving him a new strength and speed. Sheva almost lost her grip in fright as he sped on towards her, only her new feline sense of balance and claws stopped her from plunging to certain death as she rushed to the ledge.

Reaching the cave, she dashed to the wall that led to the stream, hoping to use it to douse her scent in the stream and also a tingling that was starting to form in her thighs as the tiger that inhabited her mind wanted nothing more than for her to couple with the male after her.

Sheva had just started to climb when she was yanked on down by her tail with a cry from her, pinning her down so she couldn't move. "Please don't do this, please don't" she cried out feeling her body starting to heat up, feeling something akin to wanting in her being. "Please don't...don't!" She begged weakly as he pinned her down using his heavy, muscled body and began lapping at her furred face with his rough tongue. Sheva squirmed under the attention, enjoying it and hating herself at the same time for liking it. His tongue just felt so loving and warm that she let something akin to a purr or a light growl as she felt her human conscience slip further out of her mind and the tiger prowling her thoughts started to take more of her.

Both of them had feelings for the other but were just afraid to voice them, what they didn't know was that just gave power to the spirit inhabiting their bodies and minds as it fed on their hidden passion for one another. Inhaling deep of Sheva's scent, she gave a cry as a tear trickled from her blue eyes and into her white fur. She wanted John so badly, but not like this. If she could she would tell him how she truly felt about him.

And then it was gone, the weight pinning Sheva lifted off of her as she opened her eyes to see John fleeing up the mountain, in a roar of despair. Sheva cried for him to wait but he seemed beyond hearing as he took off up the mountain as fast as he could. His scent had an odd odour to it "fear, he's afraid" Sheva thought sadly, standing there with her ears flat and unsure as to what she could or should do now. "John..." she whispered as she lost sight of him.

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John climbed as fast as he was physically able to do, he climbed until he was in danger of passing out from fatigue, until he was near as possible to the peak of the mountain. He had almost lost himself just a bit ago, the tiger almost fully had him and he almost raped her. He was a monster and didn't want to subject her to any more suffering, he had to keep away from her otherwise he would lose control again.

He sat on a narrow, snow covered ledge and curled up in a ball wondering what to do, he had to find a cure but they would kill him on sight probably. But wouldn't that at least save Sheva and break the curse? What if it didn't? John's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fear as his breathing slowed down. He was too tired to go on after the adrenalin wore off and too cold and numb from both his hands and feet as well as the knowledge to what he had almost been a tool for. Everything was a mess and he felt powerless to do anything about it at all, he vowed that if he made it through his exhausted sleep then he would try to find a way round the mountain and down the other side, he had to get off this mountain and get as far away from Sheva as possible. He didn't want to cause her any more suffering then was needed through him. As the snow began to cover his huddled form though he realised that he would be a threat to anyone wherever he went. He thought of Julie, of Sheva and the constant reminder of what he had done, what he had become...no, it was finally time to let go.

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Falling asleep John had a dream, but this one was different to his usual nightmares. In it, he was as an orange cat instead his human self, curled next to a fire and a woman busy stroking his furred head. *J-Julie?* he thought but could just meow as she continued fussing him, she wore a smile on her face though it was a sad smile that made John want to be able to comfort her.

"John, I am sorry for what has happened to you, I know now that it is my fault what has happened to you. I was so frightened after waking up to see this big feline monster that had replaced my loving husband" Julie said in a sorrow filled voice. John could just rub his head against her hand before she continued "I panicked and picked up a weapon without thinking and bore it against you. That is my sin that I caused you to react in that way without thinking of who might still be beneath the bestial form". *Julie, I am not mad and nor do I hate you, please understand* John thought desperately, lifting his head to stare at her with a look of despair in his yellow eyes.

"I know you don't hold it against me, my beloved, and that's why I want you to be happy still. You deserve someone stronger than I was and can be by your side now. I know it is tough but I believe in you, and that one day you will get what you deserve".

From behind her came a white feline with stunning blue eyes, purring as she made her way towards him. "You have already found that someone John, It's just a matter of trying to heal each other and opening up to how you both truly feel, to the feelings that you hide from each other and yourself".

Julie faded after that with John staring in panic before the beautiful, white feline came into his vision and started lapping his face fur. Purring as he felt the love...no wait it was more worried concern as the licks took on a rough, rousing motion as though trying to encourage a cub to breathe again.

Waking up, John opened his eyes a crack as he gave a weak groan, only to find to his surprise his Puma friend lapping his face in long, wet worried and urgent strokes as though trying to encourage life back into him. "Oh good, you are finally awake you big idiot" a familiar voice said as a white furred face loomed into view.

"Ugh, h-how?" he tried to speak as he found himself to be very dry and growling as a massive wave of nausea hit him. He saw a fire that was crackling quite nicely as his Puma friend curled her body round his back to help him warm through as a shiver racked his body. He tried to sit on up, trying to stop his tail from shaking with the cold he felt when he was roughly shoved back down again, two growls coming at him ordering him to behave.

"You fucking idiot" Sheva growled as she piled more twigs onto the dying fire "what the hell were you thinking running off like that, do you really want to die that badly?" she said as the Puma hissed from behind him, giving him a light bite on the ear in scolding, making him yelp slightly in pain.

"What the hell was that for?" he growled at the Puma, bearing his sharp teeth at her just for her to pounce on top of him and grip his neck lightly to make him behave. His eyes went wide in shock at this sign of aggression from the usual placid Puma.

"Shortly after you had left, your friend here seemed to somehow sense something was amiss as she came up a day later in search of you. These cat like forms apparently seem to help us bond with the wild ones as she seemed to show less aggression towards me" Sheva explained to John in a tone similar to when one is scolding a child. "But when I became worried and started climbing on up after you, your friend here decided to find you as well because she was never more than a few handholds below me. When we found you, you were at the top of Talons Peak and pretty much at deaths door as a frozen stiff ball of fur. Between me and your feline friend though we managed to drag your furred frozen butt down and started a fire as soon as possible with what you had left here. And she never left your side when I tried to hunt for us and gather wood to keep the fire going" she finished as the Puma gave a gentle rumble around John's throat.

As the Puma let go of his throat, he rubbed it gingerly before putting a hand on her head, she had indeed become humanised as she would have ran at one point but she just seemed to lean into his big hand/paw. Giving a gentle rumble in the back of his throat he looked from the Puma who seemed to be forgetting she was a wild animal and then to Sheva who seemed to be putting on a stern appearance but tears shone in her eyes "you were both worried about me?" he said gently to her as he sat up.

"Uh, I-I didn't say that" she said, turning her head away as though she had been slapped, her tail end quivering as she tried to remain in control of emotions that threatened to spill over. The Puma got up and nudged him in the back as though encouraging a young cub before getting up and walking off.

"B-but girl..." John began but could have sworn he heard a low growl from her as the Puma walked out with her long tail flicking gently, almost in amusement. "She has been acting very strange" John said as he rolled to his feet, stretching out on fours in feline fashion, striped orange tail going rigid as a pole. Groaning as he heard a number of cracks from his stiff joints having being out cold for so long "how long was I out?" he asked her with a slight moan, stiff joints easing out now.

"You...jerk" Sheva said in what he thought of as a gentle sob, his round ears pricking up at the sound "you were out for four days" Sheva said with flattened ears, her white and black striped tail shaking as she attempted to keep a handle on her emotions. "It-it looked at one point that you weren't going to make it" it was then that he noticed she was silently crying.

"Sheva..." he said unable to bare seeing her in such emotional turmoil, even if she wasn't showing it he would have scented her feelings and emotions. Walking up to her on all four feet in the cat fashion he rubbed round her with a soft growl, causing her to whip her head round in surprise at him before laughing weakly and giving her own soft growl back at him.

"Silly" she said, a purr in her voice as he sat next to her, unsure of what to do to comfort her. He didn't need to have bothered as she spoke up for him "John...even before I was caught up in the tiger curse I...I was starting to develop feelings for you. I don't know why but I just felt drawn to you, and no, not just out of pity or feeling sorry for you. There was genuine warmth to you that wasn't just your fur, though it did feel nice against my human skin at the time". Sheva caught him about to say something when she cut him off with a low growl "don't say it's your fault, you didn't ask for any of this and...you deserve someone to make you happy".

Chuckling as he felt a joy swelling up in his chest, he had felt the stirrings earlier before and always believed it to be just one sided. He realised that what they was both feeling before wasn't the curse but their pent up feelings for each other. "Sheva..." he said not knowing what to do with such a tender moment as he was so far removed from humanity for so long it was hard for him to grasp a human type relationship instead of a feline type.

Sheva growled as she felt his arm round him, her tail reflexively curling round his waist until she caught herself and heard a chuckle from John. Her face fur fluffed in a feline version of a blush as she began to withdraw her tail from his waist before he put a big hand on her tail to stop her.

Twisting his head to look at her, Sheva tried to look away but could feel his eyes boring into her head. As she turned her head to stare at him, she felt as though his eyes had a hold on her own as those bright yellow orbs shone with his own tears, mirroring her own light blue ones that shone bright. "John, please we can't..." Sheva was cut on off as he put a large digit to her muzzle to silence her.

"Sheva...it isn't the tiger this time, it is us, I want to love you Sheva and it doesn't matter what happens. If we have each other there is nothing we can't struggle through" he said to her in a gentle rumble. "We have feelings for each other, we know it isn't a wild beast we have seen that, I had taken off for concern of your safety, my emotions gave the tiger too much control and I was afraid but now". He placed his other large paw hand on her side cheek "I know it was more than just feeling lonely or an animal's wants. I want to be with you Sheva, I love you" he whispered as he ran his fingers through her cheek fur.

Sheva stared at him, trying to sort out her own feelings through what seemed to be a whirlwind, a conflicting battle as she tried to separate her growing animal desire and her true feelings. She felt his powerful arms, his strong body, his masculine scent mixed with that of the animal they was cursed with. "John...I am not Julie, I can't be your dead wife" she whispered to him as she made to turn away.

She gave a growl of surprise when he pulled her down to him and wrapped her in his strong arms, their fur mingling with the others "I never saw you as her, you are both similar which isn't just boiled down to looks. You are both strong willed and both beautiful in your own way, Sheva" John said as he trailed his large fingers down her back fur.

"I love you, I love you John and was afraid, and I guess I am still afraid what if we had babies, er cubs. I mean" she was hushed yet again, this time by his muzzle that pressed up to hers in a facsimile of a kiss. Pulling away with the two of them panting, John said in a very embarrassed voice "erm...seems like a tiger's muzzle isn't really for...kissing" he said as he suddenly felt very foolish at his attempts at romance.

"No...but we can do something as good, if not better than that" Sheva said in an almost dreamy like voice. John was about to question her when it was answered for him as she ran her tongue over his own muzzle, his eyes dilating and sending a shiver coursing through him at the feeling of that rough long pink tongue ran over his face and then focussed in on his muzzle.

"Ohh, Sheva, what was that about?" he moaned in between her laps of his muzzle before cuddling up to him and getting as close as she could.

"You talked me into it and...I was starting to get tired of trying not to fall in love with you" Sheva said as she inhaled his musky odour, been made five times more potent and heady through her newly enhanced sense of smell.

Giving an almost purr like growl, John lapped where her fur had been dampened by her tears, making her wrap her arms round him, surprising him with the strength they held but then again, like him she was now part tiger as he ended up working his rough tongue down her furred neck, through the thick white and black striped fur.

Sheva couldn't stop a moan of pleasure, flexing her claws as he moved down her with his long pink tongue, slightly broader then her own and longer due to his size overall. Stopping at where her furred body was covered by her old clothes he noticed they were in tatters "thanks to you, you great idiot" she growled in a mocking fashion.

"I think you would look a lot prettier without them" he said gently, reaching out a hand to slowly take her clothes off.

As John began stripping her of her clothes, a number of thoughts raced through Sheva's mind of how wrong was it, or is it right? Was this what she truly wanted, to be with him or was it the tiger manipulating her mind? As John managed to slip her tattered vest off, he gasped as the scents that were trapped beneath her fabric washed over him, making him growl and lap at her white furred chest. "You are so beautiful Sheva" he said as he ran his tongue over her beautiful white, furred body.

"Is that...you talking or the tiger?" Sheva gasped as she struggled to remain as human as possible, restraining a growl as her teeth shone in the fire light with the effort of keeping control. Oh how she wanted to jump him then, mate with him then. She had to keep herself from becoming a mindless, lust craving beast though and retain some humanity.

"Both Sheva, I have finally learned to accept both sides and can let both human and tiger work together. Don't fight it, instead let your human conscience guide your tiger self, lead it not restrain it" he whispered to her as her face started showing less and less strain as she did as he instructed.

Sheva was able to notice things now; his scent was a lot more potent and pleasing, better than any human male could smell she thought as she began growling sensually whilst he slipped her trousers off to reveal the rest of her white furred form. This time, John had to fight his beast side as the wave of feminine arousal caused him to almost lose control. But he was able to temper it with the promise of what was to come "oh...my!" Sheva gasped as his cock became erect from arousal. "I...have never seen one so big, n-not that I have ever done it much mind" she said defensively, becoming all too human again making John chuckle.

"It seems to have been one of few perks of been cursed...or maybe this is no curse at all but something disguised as such" he said as his tail sought out her tail, twining with hers and causing them to both rumble. The sound would have sent a shiver through a human's spine as John grasped hold of Sheva with his claws extended slightly from the passion he was feeling, and vice versa as Sheva had trouble coping with primal desires.

"Shall we see if there are...any other perks as well my love?" Sheva growled at him as she lay down on top of him.

John wrapped his arms about Sheva's smaller monochrome furred form, locking muzzles to kiss fiercely with his cock pulsing with need against her white furred stomach with need. "John...there is no need to hold off I...want this as badly" Sheva said in a gasp, feeling like she was running a marathon as opposed to laying down on the muscular furred form of Johns body.

"I know Sheva, but I want to preserve our humanity and go about this properly" John whispered as he drew back a hand paw, running it through Sheva's slightly softer fur on her belly before he came into contact with something fleshy and hard. "It seems like I am not the only one to have gained something extra eh love?" he growled, his muzzle twitching in a smile when Sheva gasped in pleasure, John's teasing of her extra sets of nipples making her shudder in pleasure with the sensitivity of them.

Rolling them over so that John was on top of her now, Sheva growled as the flat of his cock pressed against her folds, a little juice seeping through her lightly furred folds in desire to have him inside of her. "Please...now!" Sheva said, her voice barely heard what with the heavy growl of a beast behind it, but even if John didn't understand he understood what it was she wanted, what with the scents filling their little cave.

Drawing his hips back, his slightly altered cock drooled some pre out, the flesh a pinker tinge and larger to boot as John angled himself and thrust powerfully, penetrating her fully for the first time.

She was no virgin, he could tell that, or would if either was in the right state of mind but as they were they were as feral animals, pounding and mating as their teeth flashed, open in pleasure and for air. Russet and black met monochrome furred thighs as they mated furiously, John belaying his kind nature as the beast took on over and buried himself to the hilt, over and over with Sheva arching her hips into each thrust, helping her partner out.

John's breaths became laboured as their crotch fur became matted with juices, nearing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Digging his claws in lightly to grip, John thrust all the way so that his sack smacked Sheva's furred rump before they both came, roaring their pleasure and love out as he filled Sheva up with his seed.

The pair didn't so much as slow down before they was grunting and growling again, acting like true felines in season as John bred her again and again, their repeated mating sounds echoing down the mountain and reaching the village as people trembled in fear of them.

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In the village, after the sounds of the roaring had subsided and the echoes had finished reverberating round the village, the elders had a meeting. "This is appalling, those may have used to have been our village members but now they are monsters, and further more they are breeding now. What the hell do we do?" one male elder said with frightened eyes.

"What if they run out of game and decide to take us or our children?" an elder female asked as she looked towards where her grandkids slept soundly, a worried expression on her face.

"They need taking care of but what can we do? We are but simple village folk and need a warrior to kill them" a third elder villager said as he gripped his fists in anger. The thought of monsters hiding in the mountain that overlooked them was bad enough but the shame was that it was two of their own made it even more shameful as it felt as though it brought shame down on their ancestors too.

"Hmm...well they're not exactly warriors but we do have three seasoned hunters lodging here, returning back from a hunting trip. Perhaps we can ask them for aid?" the first village elder said in thought.

"I just hope they don't charge too much, we are not a wealthy village as it is" the third elder grumbled as they set into action, knowing they would be at the bar, drinking up a storm. Leaving the bar, they couldn't help but cringe as they heard another roar from the mountain from John and Sheva.

At the bar, the elders wrinkled their noses in disgust to the trio of travelling hunters, the three clearly having drunk a few and stinking of a long time on the trail with perhaps at least a month since they last washed. The biggest of the trio stepped forward "I'm Wayne, the small fry to my left is Lee and to my right is my brother Waylon" he said without ceremony before getting right to business. "So you folk want us to hunt down some monsters up in your mountain huh? Well that won't come cheaply, ten gold coins should cover it, that is as in ten for each of us" he said with a nasty grin at them.

"Now just a minute here, we are a poor village, where do you expect us to get 30 gold coins from?" the youngest of the elders said before cowering at the look the big man gave him.

"Well, maybe you could give us some women instead then?" Wayne said, eliciting a chuckle from his comrades "pretty ones, not ugly old hags" he said, a broad smirk on his tight lips.

"Out of the question" one elder piped up before quickly saying "we'll give you your gold, just make sure it is done, we want our village and loved ones safe, but only after you have done your job".

"We'll remember that, otherwise we'll just make off with your fine women heh heh heh!" Waylon said, chuckling and his companions joined in before leaving, the three giving which ever pretty serving woman in the tavern or customer a grope as they went by.

"I hope this wasn't a mistake, but what else could we do?" the elder woman said in a nervous tone.

At that moment, the doors to the tavern flew open and in charged a young man with brown eyes and hair, pale but face set in determination. "You haven't sent someone to kill my sister did you?" he said in a tight, angry voice to the elders in the tavern.

"Senor, you shouldn't be out, you are still recovering from your virus" the eldest of the trio said to him in a scolding tone.

"You have no right to send hunters after my sister, she hasn't even wronged anyone unlike that other incident, if it wasn't for my sister Sheva, I would be..." the young man was silenced as he was struck by one of them.

"And how long until they do, you saw her, she isn't human. They will come here eventually when they start breeding and food runs scarce in the mountains, now leave Senor" the female said, her eyes blazing with anger at the very thought of sparing a potential threat to their village.

Stepping outside and cradling the sore side of his face, the young man looked to the mountain and whispered "Sheva...why did this happen like this?"

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The morning dawned bright and early the next day as sunlight filtered in through the cave and hit John square in the face. Waking up with a growl he grumbled "get off me girl" thinking it was the Puma cuddled up to him, still trying to mate with him.

Cracking his eyes open, he saw draped on over his form a white and black furred arm. Turning round he saw Sheva sleeping peacefully with a contented look on her face. It came back to him, their passionate love making, the noises they had made and the pleasure...he couldn't think of any other experience he had that was so intense as then another realisation hit him. "Oh no" he groaned as he remembered how many times they had mated, he could remember parts of it but just not all of it. It had been part human passion and part animalistic desire, and he was worried for what the results would bring if she was to become pregnant, as she almost certainly was now.

As he made to move her arm off of him, she suddenly stirred and opened her eyes with a stretch, flexing her claws briefly in doing so before wrapping them round his large arm "John...was that a dream or did that really all happen?" Sheva said to him in a dreamy voice as she growled gently and looked at him.

John thought to expect to see the same signs of regret or mistake in her eyes, but what he saw in her blue eyes was none of that. What he saw instead was a light of joy that made him feel guilt about how he had thought it a mistake. "Yeah, it did Sheva. It was really..." he was shushed when she put a padded finger to his muzzle to savour the moment. Cuddling up to him Sheva could appreciate been able to breathe in his scent like this now that heightened her new found love for him, and the same when John took a deep breath. He felt his heart beat in his chest, looking at her white furred face and into her beautiful blue eyes as she flicked her tongue across his nose again, drawing out a contented growl from him.

They lay like this, just enjoying been with each other and the new found love they felt for each other. John didn't want to spoil the moment but had to broach a subject "Sheva...what if you get pregnant from all this?" he said as he stroked the fur on her head absently.

"And why should it matter John?" Sheva said, fixing him with her most stern gaze, those blue eyes piercing him to his soul. "I know one thing John" Sheva growled "if the cub is anything like you, then it can only be a good thing not a bad thing" she said huskily, running her hand down his back and making him shudder and arch his tail slightly.

John stared at Sheva, finding strength that wasn't physical but made him feel strong inside which felt even more than what he had for muscle, which was considerable. "Sheva, I have to ask you something..." John began but suddenly stopped as he heard something like a muffled growl from below.

"What John?" Sheva began until he put a finger to his lips so she got his meaning. Silently they both crept on out the cave as an odour hit their senses, blood, mixed in with the scent of someone very familiar to John. "John, is that...?" Sheva said as she scented it too, blood mixed in with the Puma's scent as John felt a rage build up in him and also another scent, the smell of humans. "John?" Sheva said in worried concern, knowing how he must be feeling as she felt her own anger, if not for the poor Puma for Johns loss as she had been his only friend and she had grown to like the girl too as she became more humanised.

"I can't let those bastards...get away with that" John snarled as headed for the caves mouth, just for Sheva to clamp her hand round his arm in pleading.

"No don't, t-there is more than one out there" Sheva said, her eyes like sapphire orbs wide in fright at the thought of her new found love dying now.

"We have to go in either case, what choice now if they have sent hunters here? We can't stay here any longer Sheva" he growled, sounding more feral and threatening then he meant to.

Sheva was about to try another protest when John grabbed hold of her arm and lightly dug his claws into her, not to hurt but just so she could feel. "Sheva, we have something that no one has, the combined traits of both human and tiger. Even if there are more of them and armed with bows and sword, we can still take them. I don't expect you to join in and nor do I but I will avenge my companion and then get us far away from here" he said with a final lick kiss on her nose before dashing out of the cave and down towards the forested slopes of the mountain where the Puma usually lay when not with him.

John knew it was stupid, he knew it was reckless but he felt a kinship with the large mountain cat and felt like they couldn't get away with it. As he made his way, throwing caution to the wind as he hopped from one rocky outcropping to another to save on time, he almost fell when a crossbow bolt struck the rock he was on. "Are you looking for something perhaps kitty?" A big burly man with a large travelling cloak on said as he held the Puma's bloodied corpse in one hand and a crossbow in the other.

"No-NO!" John cried out at seeing his wild companion dead, a shaft jutting out of her furred, bloodied side. "No..." John said again quietly as he shook in anger and grief before throwing his head back with a deafening roar, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks as he took on a wild edge as he charged at them in feral anger. Smirking as the display had the desired effect on the weretiger, two of his men appeared from out of hiding. If John had been of clearer mind he would have scented them but in his anger, he had completely overlooked it. As two crossbow bolts whizzed past him, he narrowly dodged both before the hunter holding his dead companion fired a shot off, this one clipping him on his furred foot as he rolled on the ground, springing out of the way of any more shots.

Grunting from the pain in his foot, John sped to the large man with his dead friend before two more arrows whizzed past in front of his face as he just barely managed to dodge them by jumping back before launching himself straight at the closest hunter. This one was the smallest of the three, only coming up to about his chest of his frame as he took him by surprise and tore into him with fang and claw. Johns anger turning him into a wild, killing machine as he spattered himself in gore as he ripped his throat open.

Giving a roar of pain as a crossbow bolt buried itself into his arm, he whipped round and saw the hunter had dropped the Puma and was busy readying another whilst the other kept him busy with arrow after arrow. "Fuck hurry up man" he swore as John closed the distance between him and the second human on all fours for more speed and less of a target for his vulnerable spots.

He was just about on him when he roared in pain as the crossbow bolt sliced through his shoulder and he dropped to the ground with a roar of pain, a large hand/paw over the gushing wound to try and pull the shaft out. As the big man put his foot on his back to pin John and held the crossbow right at his head John asked through the pain and anger "why? We used to be human and yet you just see us as beasts. We didn't ask to be cursed like this and yet the village treats us as though we are at fault" he roared as the man tugged at the bolt in his shoulder with a nasty smirk.

"Like I care, all I care about is that you look more of a beast then human to me and when we are done with you, we will get money from the stupid villagers and then we can cash in your furred hides for a big price" he laughed as his finger started to squeeze on the cross bolt trigger when he heard a pained gasp from his companion.

Whipping round he saw Sheva with her claws through his neck and a feral look of anger as she bared her fangs, curling her upper lip back in a snarl as she seemed to freeze him with her icy blue stare. "That was my brother you fucking bitch!" the big hunter screamed as he whipped the crossbow round to her.

He had been too slow though and John acted upon it, images of his human wife dying flashed through with their unborn son as he rallied through the pain and heaved him off with a grunt. Unbalanced, Sheva sliced his throat and John did likewise from the back of the neck, causing a gout of blood to rain from the wounds as he died gurgling. "They said...you were...mindless...beaaasts" he gurgled as he died apparently misinformed by the villager's first look at them.

"Well they were wrong" John said as he lashed his tail in anger at having them send someone to kill them, and part in pain as he fell to the ground as blood poured out, staining his orange fur a russet colour round his shoulder.

"John!" Sheva cried out as she tried to get the bolt out of his arm as he retracted and bared his claws in pain. After a lot of pain and struggling punctuated with lots of pained growls, they finally got the shaft out of his shoulder where the blood flowed freely as John began to collapse. "John, don't leave me, please" Sheva said as she felt a part of herself beginning to die as well, as though their lives were linked.

Looking around frantically, she quickly ripped a strip of cloth off of one of the hunters and wrapped it round seven times in which the blood flow slowed but didn't stop. He was slowly dying; she could feel it as if she was the one with the fatal wound as she collapsed beside him "what...is going on, I don't want us to...die" John thought dimly as he saw Sheva collapse in front of him before a voice echoed in his head.

"If the original dies, then so does the rest that was bound by my curse" a voice that wasn't animal nor human but demonic said that made their failing bodies shudder at the sensation it gave.

As the last bit of life left them, he reached out his hands and placed one shakingly on Sheva and the other on the Puma as a tear slid down into his fur.

As John and Sheva's eyes closed shut they were blinded by a light before a cat like image appeared and that of a woman. "Girl...Julie, is that you?" he thought as the images faded from his mind.

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A year later on, a cloaked and hooded figure appeared at the village "oh, back for more wood huntsman? Thank you again for getting rid of those monsters, thanks to you honour was brought back to our village and ancestors" he said as he gave the big figure a bunch of wood tied together with some string. Grunting his thanks the big figure easily hefted the wood onto his shoulder and walked on towards the village exit.

He turned his head constantly, as though scanning the area for something. Most of the villagers were too busy with daily life to give the unusual hunter a second glance so he went by without hassle. He found his target, a strapping youth that he knew to be the brother of a certain someone. Smiling at seeing the young man busy with chores but otherwise happy and alive, he increased the speed of his walk to the village exit and towards a trail that led to a supposedly haunted wood's.

A good ten minutes later, he entered the forest, throwing back his hood to reveal a very tigerish head complete with orange and black striped markings and two rounded ears with the distinctive white spots on the backs. He knew it was safe to do so now the woods had gained a 'cursed' reputation thanks to himself and his mate, giving a very distinctive call that he had adapted from a Puma in order to disguise themselves from possible discovery.

A normal human wouldn't hear the call for the distance his mate would as he strapped the wood which was becoming heavy and cumbersome onto his back with some string he kept in the travelling cloaks pocket he used to cover himself up that he had taken from a large hunter. Running off on all fours with the wood making a soft clacking noise with each bound he covered far more distance and could delve easier into the forest then if he was on two legs as he leapt a pit of mud, flexing claws as he landed for traction as he headed to a clearing he had made.

Mud and dirt sprayed on up as he pulled up to a stop at an almost finished shack when he called out "SHEVA!" but there was no answer as Johns voice faded. Creeping cautiously up to the nearly finished shack, he peered inside to find the rough cot he had built for his baby was gone. Off to the distance he heard a roar and shot off in the direction of the noise with feral instincts geared up to tear apart whatever intruder was threatening his family.

He became almost ghost like as the filtered sunlight flashed across his orange fur, shedding the cloak and wood to make it easier for whatever faced him, he knew Pumas sometimes wandered down to this part but had never come into contact with them as their scent kept them at a wary distance. However, there could always be an exception and he knew Sheva could defend herself but it was a worry for her and mostly his kid that riled him.

Bursting into the spot where he heard the call come from, he arched his back and bore his fangs ready to ward off whatever may come at them. "Can't a girl hunt in peace?" Sheva's voice came amusedly to him, making John deflate like an orange and black striped balloon. "It has been a year now since we escaped that mountain and the villagers and still you act like we will be stumbled upon at any moment. Relax John, with a baby to take care of may god help whoever tries to mess with this tigress" she said with an unnerving show of fangs.

John smiled in relief as he saw her unharmed and well, he was always like this though, but he couldn't help it, he loved her too much to not be worried when away.

Sheva had by her side a young buck she had just killed and near it was his kid, a little light orange fluff ball that had been watching very attentively at his mother. John's kid was a male and when he had been born he was disappointed to see that the curse also affected his child. That was until Sheva had pointed out that he was a lot cuter than any kid she had ever seen and he had to agree on that.

"How is my brother?" Sheva said as she picked up their baby who made a mewling noise at her and pawed at her chest feeling hungry. Every time John had to make a trip to the village he would try to keep an eye out for her brother who had still been ill when she had gone back to her village to give him the herb to heal his sickness.

"He seems to be fine, like every other time for the past six months I have told you" he said with an amused growl at her as he twined his stripy tail with hers.

"I know it seems stupid but...they think of me as a dead monster now but...I can't help feeling for them still" Sheva said as she leaned her head on his furred shoulder. "Anyway, I have to feed a hungry kit here and you have to finish making that extension you promised" she said as they approached the house and she settled on a rough wooden chair he had made for her.

Picking up the wood, his claws scraped the surface as he felt renewed determination as he looked through the window at his love feeding their child. He made a silent vow there and then that would either find a way to break this curse that kept them in isolation; otherwise he would make the people change.