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Disclaimer – This story involves a tawdry tempting tiger dude teasing and tickling someone into another such tiger. It’s lewd. Like, really lewd. If you aren’t into tigers doing lewd things, you might want to sit this one out. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Night of the Tiger

The room reminds me of a ski lodge: rough-hewn wood walls and a hardwood floor with a few worn but well-maintained arabesque rugs. The brass fixtures on the walls produce a warm, cozy glow. The only other thing in the room is the bed I’m sitting on, it’s heavy quilt a mishmash of muted maroons and navy squares.

It’s a little chilly, and I don’t know if I should get under the covers or what. So, I sit there, naked, arms crossed over my breasts, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. It would be much easier if there was a clock on the wall or something . . .

The creak of the doorhandle makes my breath stop in my throat before the door flies open and a swirl of glossy orange and black stripes swoops in and closes the door behind it in one graceful motion. His tail swishes behind him as he grins down at me, golden green eyes twinkling, whiskers twitching to either side of his heavy fangs. He’s massive, but lithe, his imposing physique rounded out by his heavy fur.

It’s like he can feel my gaze wandering down his animal body, drawn between his legs towards his taut, heavy balls and plump sheath nestled there. Heat flushes in my cheeks as he winks at me, licking his thin black lips with his pink, curling tongue.

I don’t know what to say. His mere presence is overwhelming. Thankfully, he fills the silence with action, bracing himself on his animal paws before springing towards me, his body a terrifying predatory missile. He bowls into me, paws slamming my shoulders back against the bed.

Before my body even has time to react with fear, he’s nuzzling in at my neck, butting his warm furry head against me. I can’t help but laugh, overwhelmed as his whiskers tickle my shoulders, his warm, soft body pressing me down against the bed. He smells like nutmeg and hay drying in the sun. The warmth of his head and fluffy cheeks rub against me, punctuated by a brief cold thrill as his huffing nose presses into the crook of my shoulder, drinking in my scent.

He pushes himself up, staring down at my splayed-out body exposed under him, eyes twinkling in the dim light. It’s hard to resist smiling back at him. He leans in, muzzle pressing in inches from my face before his pink tongue flicks out and rasps across the tip of my nose mischievously. I open my mouth to protest, but as soon as my lips part, he leans in, thin animal lips pressed against my own before his tongue invades my mouth.

I groan out into the kiss. His paws find my hands, pressing them back against the quilt under me, warm breath puffing against my face. His tongue is a wild juxtaposition between the slick warm underside and the rough top as it rolls around my own. I can’t help it as I lap back against him, warmth rising in my chest as I lick across the broad ivory pillars of his feline fangs.

His bass rumble of approval resonates through me, making me shiver as my tongue feels more and more sensitive, heat spreading through my mouth. The more his tongue laps against mine, the more they seem to stick together, the rough side of his somehow catching against the top of my own, pulling it back towards his own mouth. My teeth creak in my skull, aching as my jaws widen. My eyes widen too as my growing canines clack against his own.

He pulls back, bemused, sitting on my legs as I press a finger tentatively between my lips. My tongue is rough, just like his, and my forming fangs press against my darkening lower lip. It’s strange, but I can’t deny the thrill: becoming strong and animal, just like him.

He grabs my hands and pushes me back again, heavy suede paws tensing against my fingers. My hands creak under his weight, digits twitching, attempting to curl against him as they thicken, tensing, silky fur brushing between them in a silky smooth cascade. His massive paws feel less imposing, my own fingertips swelling against them, dark, leathery pads pushing out against his own as my nails curl, tensing and untensing, sharpening each time. He squeezes, our claws clack together as he bathes me in affection.

He laps up against my face, tongue pulling at my nose as it creaks out, broadening under his attention. My nostrils flare, end of my nose turning pink and moist, huffing against his own. I struggle under his grip, giggling as he scrapes his warm tongue over my cheeks, pulling out whiskers followed by plush fur. My skin twitches, new fur fluffing up as my growing whiskers sense him brushing against them, the velvet on my growing muzzle wrinkling up just barely in the bottom of my vision.

Oh god, I can smell him even more. That spiced summer scent is now backed by a powerful animal musk, a deep autumnal zing that makes me salivate. My tongue scrapes over my dark, thinning lips, past my thickening fangs. I can smell how much he wants this as he leans in, kissing my forehead and then scraping over it, pulling out waves of orange, black and white fur that prickles in behind him. I can’t help it as my own tongue flickers out, combing through the white fluff of his neck.

He beams, seemingly proud of my progress as he pushes his muzzle against mine again, our wet noses mashed together as we kiss. He’s rougher, our whiskers twitching together as our tongues entwine: rough and smooth in ceaseless, twisting motion. His paws slide off my own, resting on his elbows as they cup either side of my increasingly animal head. He rubs my ears between his warm, leathery fingertips, smoothing out the whorls as new muscles form at the base and they begin to twitch, tugging in his grasp.

My garbled groan turns deeper, vibrating in my chest as he kneads my face between his padded palms, my skull creaking out to feline prominence as we make out. The sloppy, wet noise of our tongues slipping around our mouths fills the room, his furry bulk pressing me back into the soft quilt on the bed.

After a miniature infinity he pulls back, looking down over me with an impetuous gaze. His paws slide down, over my shoulders, claws barely extended, leaving faint scratches quickly obscured as my pelt blossoms in their wake. He cups my breasts in his massive paws, squeezing in with gentle insistence as I suck in a gasp of air through my sharp teeth. Heat flushes through my chest, echoing tingles spreading inside me as he kneads in slow, insistent circles. His thumbs grind down against my nipples, dimpling my pliant flesh. My tongue flickers out, licking desperately at nothing as he pins me under him.

He rocks his hips on top of me. It’s easy to see he’s enjoying himself as well, the tip of his pink, pointed cock poking free from his sheath. The sight makes me salivate, eyes fixed between his arms on his growing animal arousal, my whiskers twitching, huffing wet nose drinking in his spiced masculine reek. It’s alluring, scent sinking inside of me as his leathery palms mash against my breasts. I expect it to hurt, but instead, my body relaxes under him as he shapes me like a potter sculpting clay.

His tail flickers about unseen between my legs, batting one way and then the other, tickling me like an impish feather duster. He catches my nipples between his fingers, rolling the flesh between his pads as pillowy whiteness blooms around his paws. The plush white is a wave of new sensation, each follicle a pinprick of pleasure. He leans in, my ribs creak, flesh distending under him, but still no pain, just an insistent pressure.

His pink tongue combs through the growing fluff between my breasts, the fur obscuring their shape as my chest creaks wider, muscles tensing and swelling under my loosening animal skin. With a low growl, he slides his tongue up, lapping over my stiff nipple, roughness striking against my pink flesh like a match. I yowl out, overwhelmed as he locks his lips and sucks in, nibbling at my tender flesh, squeezing and tugging it between his teeth. His paw tweaks my other nipple like he was tuning an old radio as I writhe and wriggle under him.

By the time he pulls his mouth from one side to the other, I stare down, eyes wide. My chest is losing definition, the small pink nub of my nipple almost lost in a sea of plush whiteness. All the rounded curves of my chest are receding, replaced by powerful angular pecs only softened by my growing dense coat of fur. He continues to gnaw playfully at my nipples, kneading and tugging, squeezing with increasingly insistent pressure.

My toes grasp fruitlessly at his tail as my breaths come in sharp gasps, tongue panting, whiskers fanned out. I feel stronger, my muscles tensing, my body blooming with heat. I’m becoming like him: a broad, powerful, feline figure. The idea fixes in my mind like a spark to a fuse. It’s all I can think about. I need it. I need him. I need more.

His paws continue to twist my pert, now-male nipples as his head dips down between them, lapping down my chest towards my exposed belly. He nuzzles against me, whiskers tickling my skin before a wave of white ripples in after them. My breaths come deeper, chest heaving as his cold nose pokes against my navel, making a stifled chortle catch in my throat before his tongue slides in, grinding suggestively around the edges.

My laugh turns to a groan of alien pleasure. His sharp claws rake down through my pelt, caressing my thickening skin that twitches underneath him. My jaw hangs open as his tongue invades my belly button, mashed in and dragged out in rough, hot strokes. My own tongue flickers out in sympathy.

Warm fur prickles down to my hips, snowy white in front and in black and orange bands along my sides. He pulls his tongue from inside me with a warm squelch, rubbing his muzzle over my thickening belly fur, my muscles clenching against his touch and then relaxing, swelling to enough prominence that there’s a faint hint of definition even through my fur.

As his powerful paws wrap around my hips, he slides back off the front of the bed and then, with a sudden yank, draws me easily toward him, my legs splayed out to either side of his furry form. He looks up at me with his gold and emerald eyes, leaning in, chin pressed up against my belly. His neck fluff just barely tickles the edges of my pussy and I shiver. He waits, staring up at me expectantly, eyes like gaudy marbles.

I swallow heavily and nod down at him. I need this.

A smile creeps into his muzzle as he snuffles against me, dropping down past my hips, warm breath puffing against my exposed cleft. His tongue scrapes across his thin, dark lips before he plants a kiss between my legs. The fur on my neck floofs out, his nose cold against my sensitive flesh. In one long, purposeful lap, he drags his rough tongue up, stretching both sides of my labia as my thighs clench around either side of his head. It’s almost too much, his sandpaper tongue tugging at my flesh. It’s like a sizzling line of gunpowder, crackling up until his tongue tugs over my clit and my vision explodes into red hot sparks of ecstasy. I roar out, overstimulated as he presses in, cold nose balming the fire between my legs.

The respite is brief though, his tongue then rasping up one side of my torrid pussy and down the other, making my back stiffen and arc. His deep breaths puff warmth through my growing fur as he begins to pick up the pace, darting between my folds, gently teasing my quivering inner orifice before sliding up, twisting around my clit, basting it in rapid-fire contact: slick warmth punctuated by devilish roughness. I yowl out, legs jerking, clear slickness leaking out over his tongue.

The muscles in my thighs spasm, swelling, squeezing around his cheeks, preventing him from pulling away. His lapping becomes more insistent, pressing in harder with longer strokes, pulling my flesh along in a blaze of pleasure. My whiskers twitch as his tongue drills deep inside of me in a rush of heat, twisting around before grinding out. I roar, the sensation exploding through my insides. His tongue is huge inside of me, feeling larger with every thrusting, probing lap. My clenching muscles squeeze harder and harder around him, pushing his tongue back before he slides in again.

The pit of my stomach sinks once, then twice, strange lurches of alien pleasure. His chin bumping against me feels different, a jostling sensation that makes the butterflies in my stomach combust like fireworks. Eventually, his pressured laps no longer sink into me at all, but rather get forced upwards, rasping over my clit, each insistent stroke longer than the last. My clit burns between my legs. His lips wrap around it, lewd slurping sounds shifting. I clench muscles I didn’t know I had, growling out, claws extending from my hands, digging through his thick fur into the sides of his head.

My hips thrust automatically, shoving my clit forwards. I can feel his teeth brush past it, his rough tongue catching at the surface, tugging at it, driving me wild. His motions become more and more frenetic as I stare forwards, eyes half-lidded, pink tongue dangling from the side of my mouth as I lose myself in the turbulent ocean of shifting sensations. One seems out of place, an insistent tapping at one of my thighs . . .

There’s a strange discomfort, just on the precipice of nausea as my thighs pull his face harder against me. It takes me a moment to even realize he’s been breathlessly rapping at my leg trying to get my attention. I shake my head and unclench my legs, suddenly aware of my body again. He pulls back with a gasping wheeze. I begin to apologize, looking down at him, but the words falter in my throat as my eyes fix between my legs. Nestled in the white fuzz is a pink, feline spike of flesh rising up from a sodden sheath, slick with my own pleasure. Below it are two heavy balls, pulled up in a tight sack, jostling as my new cock tenses in the chill air.

The tiger’s face splits into a grin as he catches his breath, rubbing the back of his arm over his face to wipe his muzzle. He watches as I reach down with trepidation, padded fingers trembling as I gingerly touch the side of the feline spike jutting from my crotch. I groan as my finger slides down, but then hiss in through my teeth as I slide up, catching up on the fleshy barbs dotting is surface. It’s so incredibly sensitive, making me rock from side to side as my other hand reaches down to cup my new damp testicles, feeling them tense and jostle in my leathery palm.

It's hard to pull myself away, new organ drawing all my attention as I explore it, pinching the tip between my fingers and growling out as the pleasure grows. My studies are cut short as he reaches up, placing a hand just below my ribs and then pushing me back despite my yowls of protest, shoving me back against the bed. My complaints are cut short though as his tongue laps between my balls, dividing them. Each lick pulls lower, over the plush whiteness of my taint, his warm breaths preceding every careful lap.

My eyes fly wide, claws spread to either side of me hooking into the quilt as he grinds over the pink flesh of my exposed asshole. My cock twitches, leaking out a bead of warm pre that dribbles down from the pointed tip, oozing down my balls and onto his snout as he laps in again at my clenching ring of muscle. I never knew my ass could be so sensitive, clenching against his rough tongue as he paints me in affection. As my ass twitches against his tongue, my cock pulses in sympathy, pleasure bouncing between them.

His paws slide down my thighs, claws combing through my fur down towards my calves. He coaxes my coat down towards my feet in band after band of amber and jet. After one last long lap that pulls my scrotum up and then lets it pat back down against me, he pulls back, both paws caressing one of my legs as he raises my foot to his lips.

I giggle at the strange sensation as his raspy tongue slithers between my toes. My digits clench and relax in waves, swelling out each time as he kneads my ankle between his paws. My bones creak, ankle thinning down, foot stretching out, paw pads thickening as my new claws extend and curl against his tongue. He lets my new feline leg back down and switches to the other, banded tail swishing happily behind him.

My new body is almost too much to process. My deep breaths and growling moans sound strangely fitting to my changed ears: deep and masculine. I sprawl back against the bed, hand-paws crossed over my chest, feeling the corded muscles there under my thick fur. I feel strong, powerful. I grin, staring down at him as he laps and changes my other foot, gold green eyes staring back at me, unashamed.

He seems happy with his work, licking up my leg towards my knee one last time before letting my leg hang back against the bed with the other. The tiger hunches down, tail batting back and forth for a moment before bouncing up at me, dragging me fully up on the bed with him, embracing me in his powerful arms. He stares into my eyes, hips grinding forward, mashing his own cock against mine, balls snug against each other. I bite my lip, thunder booming in my chest as our barbs catch gently tickle each other’s shaft’s in a way that only felines can.

I press my face forwards. He seems pleased with my initiative, turning his muzzle so his mouth meets my own. Our sloppy kisses ring in my ears, fangs occasionally clacking together, cocks sandwiched between our fluffy bodies. But just as I push forward, desperate for more, he pulls back, letting our tongues slide apart one last time, a bead of spittle snapping between them. My head turns to the side as he lifts himself and turns around, tail raised as his rump pushes down against my face.

I turn my head to the side as he grinds his chiseled cock against my cheek fluff, smearing me with his clear lust. My nostrils flare, senses lighting up as I drink in the spicy, virile scent. His hot breath puffs between my legs as his member rubs past my whiskers. His tongue slides out, coming up the base of my sheath, sliding around the edges of my turgid member. I open my mouth, rumbling in need before his own shaft plunges between my fangs. His slickened, salty flesh prods at the ridges at the top of my mouth. The scent and flavor are an overwhelming mélange: the deep spiced musk of his maleness complimenting the briny tang of his pre. I can’t help but wrap my lips around it and suck eagerly at his length.

He's much more practiced in his ministrations, tongue combing past the fur of my taut balls, dancing around the edges of my sheath before darting in. I groan and growl around his member as he purrs around my own. He shivers as I lick out, my rough tongue pulling at the barbs of his shaft, causing his tail to bat about excitedly behind my head.

He leans forward, tongue sliding down past my balls, hot puffing breaths making my ass clench in anticipation. He licks in past my hole, circling around the trembling edges, my body shuddering under him.

He pulls his haunches back from my face, bending in and lowering himself again, his banded tail snaking back and forth, tugging the clenched pink skin of his anus each time. I’m transfixed as he lowers his pink hole, grinding against my muzzle. My pink nostrils huff in, reeling in his heady masculine reek. I groan out as his tongue forces its way inside of me, my own pink rasp slipping out and fluttering against his clenched asshole.

I feel his orifice quiver against me, tail shuddering. I can’t help but do it again, sliding up more deliberately, my nose buried just under his tail, chin against his heavy balls. It’s addictive, feeling his flesh tense and quiver at the slightest prod, his entire body stiffening, fur fluffing up when I lap across it. He presses back, my head engulfed by his fluffy rump as he rubs his padded finger up my cock, gathering up a slick dollop of my viscous pre.

As his tongue slides out from my tensing hole, it’s quickly replaced by his padded finger, smearing my own lust against me before insistently sliding inside of me. My ass clenches down. I grit my teeth and groan into his balls, insides clenching down at his teasing digit again and again. I try to keep lapping against his ass, but my strokes are inconsistent and halting as I writhe under him. His other hand pinches in just above my spread asshole, pressing together and pulling back with practiced insistence. My spine creaks and pops, a new nub tugging in his grasp as my muscles tug my forming appendage against his paw in time with my ass clenching around his finger.

I squirm under him as his mouth returns its attention to my cock, cold nose’s huffing followed by teasing kisses up the length. I fruitlessly buck my hips up against him, distractedly lapping against his tensing hole until he engulfs my cock in his balmy maw. His finger sinks deeper, pressing insistently inside me in a way that makes sparks flicker in my vision. I growl out, wrinkling my nose, face a rictus of overwhelmed pleasure as he bobs his head, tongue wrapped around my shaft: smooth as he descends but a thousand pin pricks of pleasure as he pulls back, tongue catching at my barbs each time. My growing tail thrashes, creaking out one vertebrae at a time, my asshole clenching desperately around his prodding finger each time he pulls.

My stomach twists, sensations coalescing inside of me into molten need. My distracted lapping falters, tongue hanging out of my mouth as I try to process the sensations building inside of me. My cock pulses in his mouth as he picks up his pace, bobbing in and grinding back with mechanical efficiency, padded finger swirling around my ass as he yanks my growing tail. I can’t take it, claws digging into the quilt, tearing rents through the thick fabric and letting the stuffing pour out as I grit my fangs, breaths coming faster and faster.

My whole body goes stiff, cock arcing up in his muzzle for a brief moment of equilibrium before I crash into climax. My balls clench and churn, my fur stands on end, my short tail yanks against his grasp, and I feel the heat rising up before I loose wave after wave of thick seed into his gulping muzzle. My ass clamps down in spasmodic fits around his finger, squeezing it against something inside me that only makes the pressure increase as I shudder, throwing my head back and roaring.

He pulls back, letting my essence spurt onto his tongue, tail batting around in a pleased figure eight over my head. He grinds his rump teasingly against my face as I pant, the red-hot pleasure slowly ebbing, my cock spurting out a last few times as my body begins to relax. The tiger rises on hands and knees, turning around, looking down at me with manic eyes before leaning in, jizz leaking from his lips as he presses his muzzle against my own. I press my head back against the bed in shock, tasting the basic, salty musk of my own essence as our tongues once again dance together, smearing my delicious seed between us.

The kiss is less desperate than the ones previous, my animal body relaxing, muscles unclenching as we make out. My cock slowly recedes as we grind our fluffy bodies together, but I can still feel his own needy spike rubbing against my spent balls as we embrace.

He licks up passed my nose, beaming down at me. I yawn, new muzzle splitting as my tongue curls. His own devious grin widens, topaz eyes sparkling. He reaches down and grabs my foot-paws, flipping me over and dragging them off the edge of the bed as I yowl out in protest. My paws brace against the floor as he leans me over the bed. I look back over my shoulder, scowling. He meets my eyes, tongue scraping over his lips, rubbing his hips forward, grinding his still-turgid cock against my glistening ass.

Turnabout is fair play, I suppose.

He waits, looking down at me expectantly.

I roll my eyes and nod back at him, short tail twitching against his belly.

That’s all he needs. He grabs my tail in one paw, yanking up roughly. His other slaps down against my rump before sliding around and pulling me back against him.

He’s not being gentle anymore.

My tail strains in his grasp, ass quivering as he grinds his barbs against me, painting me in his own desire. Then he lines himself up and slams forward into my abused ass, balls patting against my own in a single thrust. He pulls back, setting my insides ablaze, soft barbs scraping at my clenching hole as he pulls my tail, spine popping as it lengthens in his grasp. My claws scrape at the wooden floor as he shoves in again, over and over, teeth bared, a rumble of thunder building in his chest.

I squirm as he fucks me savagely, my groans and growls punctuated every time he slams into me. He braces one paw against my back, shoving me down against the quilt, thrusting in harder and faster. My tail creaks out in his grasp, black and orange bands slithering in his paw like a cocaine addled snake. I can’t help but wrench down around him every time, my ass stretched wide, my uneven breaths ringing in my ears as my heart pounds. My own cock begins to poke back out from my sheath, leaking out a single string of clear pre that wobbles in time with him slamming into me.

He leans in, building momentum, leaving me no time to recover between thrusts. My abused hole blazes with stimulation, clenching and straining around him every time our fuzzy balls pat together. The bed rocks under us, banging against the wall, but all of my senses are dedicated to feeling him as he uses me, pinning me under his weight and plowing into my torrid depths.

His breaths become uneven, his member jerking and twisting inside of me, painting my insides in his thick pre. My own cock twitches in sympathy, bobbing below me with every one of his jackhammer thrusts. His hot breaths huff against the back of my neck, his feral growling rumbling in my ears as they fold flat back against my head.

He’s close, I can feel it: dancing on the precipice of sweet release. His thrusting slows slightly, but doubles in force, ramming my knees against the bed, jostling my entire body. With a savage snarl, he opens his jaws and clamps down on the back of my neck, yanking back at my loose, tough skin. The abrupt pain makes me yowl out as I arch my back, inner walls clamping down around his shaft as he slams in one last time.

His cock arcs inside of me, unstable breaths warm through my fur before he erupts inside of me, in molten bursts, roar only muted by my neck ruff. His balls clench against my own, his cock mashed against my prostate, every rope of liquid warmth making passion bubble up inside of me before I join him, my cock jerking and dribbling out my hot male essence against the quilt. I screech out into the bed below me, body trembling, claws flexing out, tail thrashing, creaking out to its full feline prominence, whipping about with each pleasured spurt of climax.

My body milks him for every last drop of his seed, his exhausted cock taking longer and longer between each jerking release.

Eventually, he unclamps his jaws from around my neck, letting out a sigh before he pulls back, barbs tickling my well-used hole one last time. His cum dribbles from my ass down my balls for a moment before I squeeze shut after him.

We both hang there in silence for a moment, reality catching up to us as we return to our exhausted bodies from the ether. He collapses on the bed, scrabbling up and pulling me along with him. The scars of our mating evident in the damp patches and scratch marks leaking out the quilt’s white cotton stuffing. Those are problems that we can deal with later though.

He hugs me against his broad chest, muzzy purring reverberating through me as we cling together, both completely spent. The room fades around me as I listen to his heartbeat, closing my eyes as I lean into his broad furry chest.

There’s no place in the world I’d rather be.