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Iris closed her eyes, and took a breath. Underneath all the scents of the country alchemist's office, she caught her own musk. It was not an aroma she was used to.

"Alright, exhale."

She complied, acutely aware of the ear resting on her chest, between her breasts. She still wasn't quite accustomed to the added weight on her chest. Almost every movement reminded her of her body, her new body, and all its strange and wondrous additions.

"Lungs are just fine."

She opened her eyes just as Udo pulled his ear away from her chest. The middle-aged tiger pulled his hair away from his muzzle, his age showing in the specks of white fur that interrupted the lines of orange and black around his muzzle. Standing by the door was Roman, who sat with his hands in his lap, his attention firmly focused on Iris. His unbroken gaze reminded her she was half naked; she had pulled down the top of her dress so that Udo could examine her chest. Her cheeks burned red under dense layers of orange and black fur.

"Nervous?" Udo asked as he examined her chest, his heavy and warm paws lifting one breast at a time, checking for lumps.

"Yah. It's all been very...new." She said. Her voice was frail and light, unaccustomed to the pitch and tone of her feminine vocal cords. With time, she would settle into the raspy tenor common among the female tiger-folk.

"Well, you're far from the first transformation I've seen in my career." He continued to examine her breasts, and Iris wasn't sure if it was due to her generous proportions, or if Udo was just enjoying himself. "I wouldn't worry, if I were you. I would trust Roman's magic with my life."

"That's quite an endorsement."

Udo nodded, finally done with her chest. "Lie on your back for me."

She knew what was coming next, a pang of fear and excitement blossoming in the pit of her stomach. She did as she was told, and rested against the leather exam table. Her vision was filled with the metal and woodwork of the rustic building, shadows flickering across the ceiling as light passed through the tree branches outside. The burning in her cheeks intensified as she felt Udo pull down her dress, the soft silky fabric running down her legs. Roman got to his feet and stepped towards the doctor. Some deep animal instinct caused her to spread her legs, ever so slightly. She felt another tingle of exhibitionistic excitement, catalyzed by the novelty of her body, as the two men stood above her naked form. Her breasts, her curved hips, the prominent slit between her legs, were all new.

"The two of you are quite lucky," Udo said, his hand pressing down on her lower belly, feeling around for anything out of place. "Iris has turned out to be quite the beautiful tigress. Magic of this quality is hardly cheap." He removed his hand from her stomach, and took a few steps back, reaching for a drawer.

Roman placed his hand possessively on her leg, his index finger teasing the soft white of her inner thigh.

"Considering the time spent and price I paid, we both expected something quite special," Roman said, as he squeezed her leg. She let out a little rumble, the heat of arousal spreading through her body, like she was sinking into a warm bath. She heard the clanking of medical steel, as Udo found what he was looking for.

"Well, it looks like extra lubrication won't be needed..." Udo looked down at her with a grin as he adjusted the speculum.

"Sorry, I can't really..."

"Oh, you have nothing to be sorry about." He interrupted her, reaching a paw down to discreetly adjust himself. "Your body is working as it should. I get the feeling you're adapting quite well."

"It's only been a day, if that."

"You can learn a lot about yourself in just a day."

"I've been tripping a lot. Bumping into things." "You've spent the last, what, twenty years of your life in a different body? It'll take some time to adapt. It's a bit like puberty, but seven years passing in twenty minutes."

Roman slipped his hand away from her thigh as Udo spread her legs farther apart. A second later, she felt the speculum slip inside her, well-lubricated by her own fluids. She took a sharp breath in, the sensation of cold steel intense against the flesh of her sex. The arms of the speculum started to open, spreading her labia. She squirmed reflexively.

"Just relax." Udo said, as he moved out of the way of the window, the sun from a cloudless spring morning warming Iris's fur, and illuminating her naked body. He hunched down between her legs. He rumbled something under his breath; Iris felt his gaze, intense and piercing, like a second set of hands working their way inside her. "Expensive magic indeed." Udo said, as he pulled the speculum out, the motion sending a fresh wave of desire through her stomach. He put the tool into a wash basin.

"You can put your dress back on Iris, we're done here."

She sat up, stretching her body under the warm beam of sunlight above the table. She looked down, her lips glistened with moisture. Roman looked at the alchemist expectantly as Iris jumped off the table, slipping awkwardly as her paws met the wood under her feet.

"Well, Udo?" He said, finding his attention drawn to the tigress who was bending over as she slipped back into her dress.

"What you have is a healthy, very beautiful, virginal tigress. Congratulations to both of you."

Iris had another name once, and another body. Even though she had only been a woman for a day, she felt no desire to reminisce about either. To her, the price she paid for this body, and the belonging that came with it, was a bargain: Roman, the village's most respected fletcher and archer, had wagered a favor with one of the gods for her transformation. In return, Iris belonged to him, completely and unconditionally. Although he hadn't even reached the age of thirty, he was wise and phlegmatic, but dominant and uncompromising. His talent and social standing would have made it easy for him to find any number of wives or husbands, but he took pity on Iris, and found himself drawn to her natural submissiveness.

As they left Udo's apothecary, Iris still straightening out her dress, the alchemist pulled her aside, two glass vials in his hand, the amalgamations of crushed seeds and flowers glittering in his paw.

"Birth control, and something to help with menstrual cramps." He winked. "First dose is on the house."

She nodded, something deep inside her now excited by the risk of pregnancy. Before, it was something she would never have thought of. She slipped the vials into Roman's leather bag, her dress having no pockets.

Theirs was a small village, and word had spread quickly about Iris and Roman. As they left Udo's clinic, both were aware of the many eyes on them as they crossed the village square. Iris wondered if it was because of the gossip, or because her nipples were visible through the fabric of her dress. Thick fur and warm weather made thin and light clothing popular among the tiger-folk, but Iris wasn't used to her chest being an object of sexual desire. Despite the early hour and the inviting weather, Roman wanted to return to his house. Considering the circumstances, neither had any desire to spend the morning locked in small talk with the people of the village.

The inside of Roman's cottage was cooler than expected, protected from the sun by the dense forests the surrounded the village. To accommodate the tiger-folk's often polyamorous leanings, they didn't have beds so much as large portions of the floor occupied by sheets and pillows. Roman's cottage was no different. She sat down on down pillow and undid her hair, which Roman had tied up in a bun for her than morning. She had no prior experience with such feminine things, and reverted to Roman's experience with the opposite sex. Her hair was a mix of black and burnt orange, the fur on her head growing long as it reached her scalp, matching the color of her pelt. He sat down behind her, leaning in to nip at her ear.

"I got this yesterday while you were resting." He said, his voice was warm and deep in her right ear, his hot breath putting her fur on edge. He pulled a braided leather necklace down over her head. "So much more elegant than a collar, don't you think?"

"Very appropriate." She reached her hand up to feel the complex weave between her fingers.

"Feeling good about your body, my tigress?" He let his paws drift down from her neck, exploring the curves of her shoulders.

"It's...." She shuddered, tail flicking as he tickled her shoulder blades. "...perfect."

He pulled down one of the straps on her dress, taking one of her bare breasts in his paw, and squeezing it roughly. "And it's my body now." He nipped harder at hear ear, enjoying the feeling of his tigress squirming under him. He squeezed harder, thumb running over her nipple.

"Who does this belong to?"

"You." She said in between heavy, needy breaths. He moved his paw downwards, gripping the soft fur of her inner thigh that he seemed to enjoy so much.

"And this?"

"Ah... yours." Her sentences were short, desire crowding out any want to articulate herself. It was far from her first time, but it was her first time in this body.

He pulled himself closer to her, and she felt his prodigious erection against her lower back. He grabbed the hem of her dress in his fist, and pulled it above her waist, his other paw taking hold of her leg pushing it aside. His movements were rough and authoritative. She went limp in his grip, letting him do as he wished. The body that Iris now called her own was something they both desired, and had been given. It was now Roman's turn. He placed his paw on her exposed sex, growling as he felt the wetness on his paw pads.

"Mine."

He pushed her to the floor, his claws dragging through her dress, shredding it open and grazing her skin underneath.

"More where that came from, kitten." He said with a snarl, claws teasing her breasts as he used his other paw to unbutton his pants, kicking them off his legs. He got on top of her, his hand reaching up to press down on her chest, pinning her in place. His erection throbbed above her belly, a bead of pre collecting at the tip.

"Ah, Roman..."

He gently placed his paw over her muzzle. "No kitten. Don't talk. Show me what you want."

Squirming under him, she thrust her hips up, paws running through the dense fur of his legs to reach his malehood, one paw wrapping around his balls, their considerable size filling the palm of her hand. The other wrapped around his erection. He huffed and snarled, hips thrusting into her delicate grip. The scent of her arousal lit a fire inside his loins, precum flowing out of his tip and smearing over her paws. He slapped her hands out of the way, bearing down on her as he positioned himself between her legs, the paw that was on her chest moved up to wrap around her throat. He gave a quick squeeze, just to show Iris her place. His gaze was fierce with need as he lined himself up with her slit, her arousal soaking the fur around her labia and running down under her tail.

"This might hurt."

"Be gentle?"

"Now kitten, I own you, you have no say here."

Without any further decorum, he thrust forward, sinking himself into her. She yelped, her body tensing up as he hilted himself inside her. She gritted her teeth, inhaling sharply. He leaned down, hips grinding against hers, his grip still firm on her neck.

"Good.... good girl."

His breath was heavy on her cheek as he started to rut her properly, the forward thrust of his hips slow but forceful. She mewled submissively each time he bottomed out in her. The electric, fizzling mix of pleasure and pain coursed up through her loins and into a growing pit deep in her stomach as he deflowered her. She huffed and pushed her hips into his with each squeeze of his paw on her throat. Those needy thrusts egged him on even more, each forward push of his hips taking him as deep as he would go, her labia spread obscenely around his length. She was perfect. He pulled out and placed his erection over her clit, grinding his hips. His cock glistened with her fluids.

"Do you want me to empty my balls into you, kitten?"

She huffed out a breathy affirmation, her eyes unfocused and delirious with pleasure.

"I thought so."

He snarled, and forced himself back into her. The pace and violence of his thrusts increased, the cottage filled with Iris's needy mewling and the sounds of their mating. He pushed this thumb into her clitoris, grinding into the stiff, fleshy nub in time with his animalistic rutting. After a few minutes, he leaned down and whispered in her ear as his fingers rubbed harder into her clit, the pit of pleasure deep in her stomach growing larger.

"You're right. My perfect tigress. My perfect kitty slut." He squeezed his paw around her neck, and the pit in her stomach blossomed open, her climax crashing down over her.

Her back arched upward as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. He snarled and pushed himself into her one last time, his own orgasm coursing through him, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her once virgin sex with his seed. She weakly held onto his hips, panting and shuddering as her orgasm waned. He rumbled, his tigress spent and limp under him as the last remnants of his climax spilled out into Iris's body in slow, heavy throbs. The two of them, sweaty and panting, let their fingers wonder across each other's bodies, hazy from the afterglow of their rutting. She let out a little mewl as he pulled out, the product of their mating spilling out of her and soaking into the sheets.

He leaned back, still panting and exhausted, and groped for his backpack that he had put down by the bedding. He pulled it towards him, taking out one of the vials that Udo had given her. He pulled the cork out with his teeth, and lay down beside her, gently taking her muzzle in his hand.

"Drink. I won't be turning you into a brood tigress yet."

She opened her muzzle, doing as she was told. The alchemist's concoction tasted of flowers, with a bitter aftertaste. The dull, throbbing pain that was the result of her rough transition into womanhood was slowly ebbing. Paradoxically, the hurt gave her a profound sense of belonging and contentment. She swallowed the last of Udo's mixture, her paw lazily reaching down to her crotch, the tips of her fingers touching the pool of seed that had accumulated between her legs, the sheets and her fur thoroughly coated. Roman produced in quantity, to say the least. The sharp, sweet smell of his ejaculate filled her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, breaking into a smile.