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          The next morning they were both hungry. As if to answer their breakfast needs, a flock of strange looking bipedal lizards ran through the clearing, looking everything like miniature dinosaurs. The tigress was up in an instant, but the creatures proved to be too fast and agile for her massive frame. She sat down beside the spell-singer panting heavily.  "Doesn't look like they will be roasting over a fire anytime soon. I wish I were a cheetah. Then I could take one of them down without breaking a sweat!." He looked at her, picturing a much slimmer, spotted version of Roseroar. He liked what he saw. "I think you would make an absolutely gorgeous cheetah." He no more had the words out when that prickle of magic returned. The tigress shifted shape, her colors blending and re-separating into a series of spots. Her size diminished until she was a lithe cat with long arms and legs. All this in mere seconds. The look on her face said that she knew something had happened, but she had no idea what it was. He did. Jon-Tom was unsure how she was going to react to this change. She was very proud of her ancestry, and it was obvious that his magic had somehow caused the transformation. "Uhh, Roseroar, I don't know how to tell you this, but you just got your wish."  Her gaze from him to herself, stretching out one long arm to inspect it.  She extended her legs to their full length. She peered into his face. "Interesting. Did you do this or did I?" He really didn't know the answer and said as much. She wasn't perturbed in the least. "Well, for the time being, I might as well see how it feels to be the fastest feline around." She jumped to her feet, eyed the herd of lizards, and took off like a shot. He couldn't really clock her, but it was apparent that she had magically inherited all of the traits a real cheetah was endowed with. In no time she returned carrying two of the beasts by their necks, teeth marks plainly visible in their jugulars. "Excuse my mouth, but damn that was fun! I've never run faster in my life. I could get used to a body like this!" Jon-Tom was relieved. He wasn't certain how she was going to deal with becoming an entirely different cat. She continued talking excitedly. "What say you and me skin these morsels and put them up to roast? And while they're cooking, why don't you try your spit on me?"  Her tone was unmistakable, but he was momentarily confused. Spit? Then it dawned on him. Sure enough, his "spit" woke up. Since he wasn't wearing his trousers, there was no way of hiding it. She smiled; something that looked more like what it was in her present form and commented, "I'll take that as a yes!" The two set to work cleaning and skinning the lizards, and propped them up over the coals. Both were a bit messy from the work, but a quick dip in the nearby creek cleaned them up sufficiently. The cool water had done little to dampen either one's amorous intentions. She was testing out various functions of her new body. One of them gave her pause for concern. She raised one paw and said solemnly, "I forgot. Cheetahs can't retract their claws all the way. This here gal is gonna have to be careful with ya, otherwise you might need some mending." "I'll take my chances. As they say where I come from; no guts, no glory." She laughed at that. "Well sugah, if you have the guts, I have the glory!" He had no doubts that she did. They shook out his cape and spread it back down on the ground. This time the two were of more equal size, so Jon-Tom mixed it up a little by laying down first, pulling her down on top of him. They kissed, but the activity was still impractical due to the difference in their mouths. There was a reason so many species thought the human convention of lip touching was odd; they themselves didn't have the correct equipment for it. She found being on top novel, but it was well suited to her agile new form. She wasted no time in positioning herself over his "spit" finding that this form was more sinuous than her original. She located the head of his cock and slid over the top. She pushed down, but the head stopped at the entrance to her cunt and wouldn't budge. She grunted a little in disappointment and pushed harder. Still there was no give. It had been a tight fit inside her normal form, and this particular feline was a lot smaller than a tiger. There was a chance this wasn't going to work. She pushed her body up a little and looked down at him. "I hate to say this sugah, but I don't think we're going to be compatible." He thought for a moment. "This may sound stupid, but in humans there is a thing called a hymen. It's what separates a virgin from an experienced girl. Its a bit of tissue..." She stopped him in his tracks. "I know what it is. I lost mine years ago. Why bring it up?" "Well, I just thought that this form is new to you. Maybe it's all new, if you get my meaning." She rolled that around in her head. "OK, maybe so. That means I'm gonna have to try a little harder. I guess it'll hurt me quicker than it will you." She repositioned herself until the head of his cock was right against her hole. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pushed with all her might, straining her hips, forcing herself down on his cock. All at once he was inside, but not without a screech of pain and a series of evenly spaced holes appearing in his shoulders. Neither partner moved. With a look of apology she loosened her claws from his clavicles. She wiggled her hips a little. Despite his sudden entry into her depths, it appeared he was stuck where he was.  From his position he couldn't tell for certain, but only a few inches of his cock could be inside. She was aware of it too. She pulled back a little, sliding off a bit. But it wasn't the direction she was ultimately interested in, so she shoved hard again, gaining a few more inches, though not without some pain. Not one to be denied what she wanted, she pulled back again, and shoved a final time. While it pushed herself fully over his cock, the cost was a throaty scream. The scream in turn unnerved Jon-Tom, but when she passed out on top of him, he felt even worse. He was about to pushed her off when she woke back up. "Don't you dare sugah. I didn't go through that again to have you trying to sneak off. Of course, it was worse this time around. I should have figured that you were going to be hard on this smaller body." He started to apologize, but she shut him up. "First time is always the roughest. And I don't know how many cheetahs you know, but they aren't built for size, and honey, you've got size. That ain't nothing to apologize about." She tried a few exploratory wiggles. It was easier sliding off of his cock than driving it in. So she erred on the side of caution and drove herself down as firmly as she could. "I guess I need to stretch a little before we can have any fun. You and I can just lay here for a bit while this new hole of mine gets into shape." Jon-Tom wasn't about to argue. He had felt bad for the obvious discomfort she had gone through for them to be where they were now. That being said; she felt unbelievable. Indeed, as he thought about it, he was having sex with a virgin, in body if not in mind. She was tight as hell. He thought that the tigress' cunt was a firm fit, this one was even more so. It was hard to describe, but overall he felt like the owner of a spear driven hard into unyielding flesh. He was sure that there was blood involved, but she seemed unconcerned. "I ain't gonna bleed to death." was all she said. As they lay there, firmly connected at the hips, he could feel her from the inside out. Her heartbeat was palpable through their connection, and he was sure she could feel his. Blood was pumping strenuously through his body, but it was all being guided to one spot. After a few minutes she experimented with moving a little. She glided about halfway down his length, and then back again. She didn't wince, so that was a good sign. The movement was slow and measured, which meant that she wasn't ready for anything vigorous just yet. That was alright with him. The feeling of just being inside this nubile feline body was heavenly. While she slowly worked her way up and down his cock, he took to stroking the fur on her back and neck. She started purring, a deeply seated rumble that shook her body. In no time, she was managing to build up speed without being uncomfortable, and a little while longer she was doing so to pleasure instead of pain. It was just as well, because Jon-Tom was enjoying himself to the extreme. She was doing all of the work, if it could be called work, and he was reaping the benefits. She came all at once. There was no build up, no hint of what was coming. Her body clamped down on his with such intensity that she stopped sliding back and forth, instead holding him in such an internal grip that he felt that if she continued she would pull out his cock by its roots. He felt like a chainsaw trying to be started. It dawned on him, in the remote part of his brain that was still capable of thought, that this must be the way cheetahs were, fast and hard at everything. That thought was punctuated by the awareness that from deep inside him there was a welling that was working its way to the surface. He only hoped that there would be room for it. It was already a bit tight in there. When he came, it was painfully and violently so, much like their whole love making session had been. She collapsed on top of him, panting but awake. She purred in his ear. "You know, a gal could get to like this kind of treatment!" He was glad that she approved. The smell of roasting meat jostled them back to the present. Looking over to the fire, it was plain that if the lizards weren't rotated soon they would be ruined. Roseroar volunteered to turn them, but as she went to get up, it was clear that they were still held tightly together. Neither wanted to force the issue, so Jon-Tom had her grab his shoulders and as he stood, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Mildly encumbered, he was still able to turn the spit and save their meal. She nuzzled his neck, her whiskers tickling his cheek. "Ya know Jon-Tom, this is a switch. Normally, I would be carrying you, not the other way around." He carried her back to his cape with the intent of lying back down. She stopped him. "I'll tell ya what. All of this walking has felt pretty good to my insides." She shifted her hips back and forth, testing the waters. Jon-Tom hadn't lost any rigidity during the interim. "Honey, ya'll got the strength to hold me for a bit?"  "I don't see why not." was his response.  "Good sugah. I don't think I'll take long. This body seems to do everything fast." She lunged downward, and pulled back up sharply. In no time she was a virtual blur of motion. While she wasn't heavy, at least in comparison to her normal body, he was going to lose his footing eventually. But she was right. In a very few minutes he felt her tighten up around him, and with a high pitched cry, she was done. They fell back onto the ground. He rolled her over so that he was on top. "Not fair, my fine lady. Twice for you and once for me. It's my turn now." Indeed, despite her recent climax, she was looser now than at first. A few thrusts found less resistance than before. He pulled her long legs up and had her grab onto them, spread wide. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, thankful she had her hands full. He didn't want to have to heal two sets of claw marks. He knew that he would never achieve the speed that was natural to her kind, but it didn't really matter. This was his turn. He started with long thrusts, each return driven as deeply as he could go. She gasped and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. After only a minute or so she came again. He continued pounding away, waiting for the release he knew was in him. But every two or three minutes she was convulsed with contractions. Her ninth one was timed with his, and the two fell together in a heap. For the first time in an hour the two fell apart. Sure enough, they were both covered in blood, but not as bad as he had feared. He wanted to sleep, but the rumble in his belly reminded him that there was food to be eaten. He crawled over to the remains of the fire and pulled off the meat. Roseroar was snoring when he returned. He was partially annoyed that she was out, but she was so beautiful laying there that he couldn't find it in his heart to be angry. He gently shook her awake. "Roseroar, food's ready." She mumbled something. "What?" he asked. "I'm full right now Jon-Tom. You'll have to wait." He sat back and had a good long laugh. His mirth broke through her drowsiness. "What's so funny?" she asked with some annoyance. "I said, the food is ready. Unless you like yours extra crispy that is." She sat up, her arms very nearly not supporting her. "Food. That's a good idea. This body burns up a lot of calories." After their repast, the two cleaned up in the stream again. She sat down and looked sadly at her armor. "Ya know, it makes me kinda sad. I've made most of that myself. Now it'll never fit me again." She sniffed a little. "I had fun Jon-Tom, but I wish I was a tiger again." He had to agree. "This was fun, but I wish I had my tiger back." In an instant her body changed. The spots stretched into stripes, and the thin frame that was the cheetah's now expanded until a full blown tigress was once again standing there. She patted herself down, and looked at him. "Thank you sugah!" He looked lost. "I didn't do a thing." "Now honey, I don't know that much about magic, but this was obviously your doing." He nodded, since the statement was true enough. He just didn't know what he had done. "Let's think this through. You played me that beautiful song saying that I was your lady." He nodded.  "And what did I say? I said I would be any kind of lady, any time you wanted it!" He agreed and added, "And I said that I would accept as long as it's always going to be you inside."

She looked thoughtful. "And that's just what happened sugah! I mentioned being another cat, but nothing happened. It only happened when you agreed with me. Think of the possibilities Jon-Tom! I can be anything we want, and turn back to me again." He had to agree but as usual had reservations. "What if it only worked once? It may never happen again."

"Always the doomsayer, aren't you?" It's easy enough to test. "I wish that I were a panther."  As an afterthought, she added, "a black one." He wasn't too sure about this, but went along for the ride. "I think that you would make a lovely black panther." The prickle of magic came and went, and in its place stood the darkest, sultriest black panther he had ever seen. She twitched her tail and wrinkled her nose. "Told ya honey. This only happens with you and me together. That's some spell you sung up." She was walking away from him towards the stream. "Where are you going?" "Honey, I have just got to see myself and since I don't have no mirror, my reflection in the water will just have to do." She stood on the bank admiring their recent handiwork. All at once she turned back to him. "Sooooo. Would you like to try out this body too."  He eyed her up and down, admiring the body and looking for an appropriate answer. He finally said "Yes. But not now. There will be time, and I think I would like the original back for a while. She is, after all, my favorite." It must have been the right answer, because she gave him a hug and said "I wish I was a tiger again." "I second that," and again the magical transformation into a tiger "This here is one heck of a gift you've given me sugah. We'll have plenty of time to test it out, but I think we had best be on our way. This here has been good fun, and I needed the companionship, if you know what I mean, but we best get moving. Is that map in your head still working?" The content of that spell had been pushed to the back of his mind, which was just as well. Clothahump had meant to only place the necessary information in his head. What had happened was that the entire planet was spinning through his brain cells. He focused on the image, and in no time located their present location. He was amazed to see that not only was the geography showing up, so was the vegetation and animal life. Included in that was a tall human in a lizard skin cape and a lovely tigress. This was just too weird. Rather than mention it, he redirected his thoughts on their destination, and oriented their path along that route. Neither one was familiar with the terrain, but Jon-Tom soon found that if he consulted his map, he could pick the best way through much of it. Roseroar had to snap him out of his reverie for he was often searching the mental images flowing through his brain. It wasn't a bad thing altogether, for several times they avoided dangerous plants, pitfalls and uncivilized locals by his constant consultation of the images in his head. One evening, as it was drawing towards darkness, he guided them to a quiet glen hidden in a forest. There was a small stream that widened into a pond before gently cascading down over a short limestone cliff. To one side was a copse of trees in bloom, their petals littering the ground underneath. All in all it was a romantic setting. Both of them were hungry, but there didn't appear to be any reptilian meal tickets in the area. Jon-Tom walked over to the pond, gazing into the deep clear water. Large fish, trout perhaps, swam in its depths. But he had neither fishing pole nor the swimming ability to catch them. The tigress came over and searched the depths with him. "Hmmph. I wasn't made for caching fish. It's too bad I wasn't a sleek little otter like yo friend. Now there's an excellent swimmer!"  He absentmindedly agreed, "Yes, that would be nice. Mudge certainly never had trouble catching fish." The prickle on his neck told him he was too late to take back what he said. He glanced sidelong at Roseroar, only to see a near carbon copy of his otter friend, albeit female. Like Mudge, she was much larger than any otter he was used to, much like many of the animals here. She was giving her new form the once over. "Thanks sugah! I never thought being this small would have any advantages, but this doesn't seem so bad." She contorted her body with the amazing flexibility natural to otters. She looked up at Jon-Tom. "I'll fetch us some supper right quick I think!" With that, she was underwater, barely disturbing the surface tension as she slipped into the pool. He could see her chasing after the fish like a hyperactive torpedo. In no time she surfaced with a big one in her mouth. She came to shore and threw it up on the bank where he had to capture it before it flopped back in. Four more trips underwater and she had enough to feed them for the night. She pulled herself out of the pond, water shedding off of her coat like a miniature waterfall. "Honey, this here form isn't half bad. I like water and all, but in this shape I can literally fly through it. And it's agile and flexible in ways I've never known. Too bad it's so small." "Too small? It's the same size as any other otter." "Right," she said. "Too small!" He shook his head in confusion. "Too small for what..." He let his words trail off as he realized what she meant. "Roseroar, I thought I was going to hurt you when you were in cheetah form. I have no idea what would happen with you as an otter." "You're right sugah, as usual." He relaxed; thankful a possible disaster had been averted. But he was to have no such luck. "We'll have no idea what would happen unless we try. This body seems a might bit more," she stopped, searching for the right word, "stretchy. Besides, the fish can wait." He was prepared to argue but realized the futility in doing that. She was right. Either it would work or it wouldn't. She wasn't so careless as to allow herself to come to harm. But he rather doubted that this was going to be possible. After all, her present form was smaller than the cheetah. He did recognize that otters were acrobats, capable of contorting their bodies into pretzel like convolutions. That didn't mean that they could handle, well, internal expansion capable of dealing with his dimensions. Roseroar simplified it for him. "Jon-Tom, get undressed and get over here!" He reluctantly complied. Once his clothing was off, she assisted in matters by tripping him, causing him to fall back on the ground. She was on top of him immediately, planting wet little kisses on his face. "This is kinda fun" exclaimed the tigress-turned-otter. The spell-singer allowed her to carry on, carefully sliding his hand down to her crotch. She wiggled in a way to make it easier for him, and he found her cunt, the outside still mildly damp from her swim. He inserted a finger, and sure enough, this form had all of the signs of being a virgin. He worked his finger in as far as it would go, and she squirmed on top of it, bucking her hips. This made it difficult for him to work in another, but he finally did. He felt a slight give and knew that in this form, her hymen wasn't nearly as tough. A third finger in was driving her crazy. He was rock hard, so he withdrew his fingers and guided her down to where she wanted to be. The first few attempts were unsuccessful, largely because she was too twitchy to concentrate. He had to grab her haunches to steady her. Once in position, he pushed up, and she pushed down. With a pop he was inside. It wasn't far enough for her for she shoved down hard, legs splayed, her belly gliding down his. She forced him in until he swore that if she opened her mouth, he would see the tip of his cock in her throat. Even then he wasn't going to fit in entirely. The head of his cock was wedged up tight against her insides. It was no wonder Mudge liked sex so much, it was part of his nature. Roseroar was madly going at it, both like and unlike her cheetah form. She was obviously enjoying herself without the pain she encountered previously. This little otter was a dynamo. Jon-Tom was glad she was on top. Not only did he not have to worry about crushing her, he was able to keep her in place better this way. She was moving seemingly in all directions at once, totally engrossed in ecstasy. In no time at all, she sat up and pushed down hard, rocking violently in place. He couldn't help but release himself, and his climax triggered one in her. Her body arched back at an impossible angle, her muscles squeezing rapidly around his cock. All the while she emitted a series a soft squeaks, as her body was wracked with convulsions. All at once she screeched, falling limp across his chest.  She was out, but her body was still actively twitching. It felt good. He brought up his knees, repositioned the otter and began his own measured thrusts. It was a bit difficult considering she was limp, but that was corrected when she came to. She joined right in, not missing a beat. Within a few minutes the two were satisfied again. They lay together for a while. His stomach began to growl and she chuckled. "Hungry again are we?" "Yes my fine feline, but I think for fish. I need to keep my strength up, you know!" "Indeed you do need to keep things up. I guess we had better get supper on the fire." She heaved up to get off of him, but was encumbered by their "shared experience". She finally separated with an audible pop,  followed by an even more audible sigh. After their repast, during which she opted to remain in otter form, Jon-Tom had to ask. "I don't get it. Considering your size, we never should have been able to do what we did." She just smiled up at him. "And what did we do sugah?"  He took a swipe at her, a pointless gesture since in the time it took him to swing his hand she was under his arm and looking into his eyes. "I told you before spell-singer, you think like a human. Size isn't everything. Some otters have proportionally big babies. You ain't gonna squeeze that out if the hole isn't big enough. Cheetah's have little cubs, so the hole doesn't have to stretch as much. So it all depends on what kind of animal you're dealing with. I had a lot more fun in this body than the last one, though mind you, I ain't complaining one bit 'bout either!" She set out to prove her statement, for she rubbed her furry body across his crotch until she was happy with the result. From there it was the simple step of engulfing it with her own willing anatomy. And the rest? I think you know where that led.