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Deiser kicked a rock and sighed as he watched it bounce off the dull brown stone of the cavern's walls. That's all there was to this place--miles and miles of stone and sometimes rocks that seemingly led to nowhere with a taste of nothing in between. Whether the rest of the party wanted to admit it or not, Deiser was apparently the only one with enough sense to know they were lost; very, very lost. He had warned the others of what would happen if they killed the Stone King of the Undermountain, that the paths that had led to his throne would unravel into a maze, but they had ignored him. Silly Deiser the hireling didn't know how to do anything other than carry their gear, so why should they listen to him? And now here he was, wandering down one path while the rest of the path had split to search others, because splitting the party was such a good idea.

Deiser kicked another rock and it bounced off another wall of dull brown, and he couldn't help but sigh again. He wasn't sure what he would die of first: boredom or hunger. At least, he supposed, he was relieved of his usual burden of carrying whatever else the party didn't want to shoulder, and that was usually a lot. All he had on him now was his boots, pants, dark trench coat, a leather chest piece that was starting to itch, and not even so much as a dagger tucked into a boot since hirelings apparently didn't need weaponry in case they came into contact with a goblin. Oh, and he had his glasses too, and now he wished he didn't have to wear them. It was the reason that he had been chosen in the first place by the party out of all the other available hirelings; apparently his glasses made him look smart, but did that mean they listened to him?

No.

He sighed for a third time and considered heading back to camp where Hammer, the party's fighter, stood guarding all their stuff. Even Hammer, the dimmest of the bunch, had never asked for his opinion on anything, and why would any of them? Deiser wasn't a hero; he was a hireling, a man meant to carry their burdens and nothing else. To them, he would never be of any importance unless he found anything important, like the way out, like that red crystal that glimmered curiously on the wall to his left. He snarled; he was better than they thought, hell, if--

Deiser paused. Glimmering red crystal?

He turned to his left, and there was indeed a glimmering red crystal set into the cavern's wall. A gleaming gem that looked magic, well, if the party wizard Arla's similar brand of magic meant anything. It wasn't hers, of course, which meant it was probably the deceased Stone King's magic, which meant that Deiser had found a way out of here. Ha! He was important for something other than carrying gold and dirty laundry and everything in between.

Still, Deiser didn't go running back to camp with this news. He simply stared at the gem and felt curiosity overwhelm him. He chuckled, knowing what curiosity did to the cat, and yet it didn't stop him from reaching forward towards the gem that flared with greater intensity as his hand neared it. He meant to stop, but it was too late. He touched the gem.

There was a crimson flash and a yelp on Deiser's part, and afterwards the man was blinking away an afterimage of that red light. His vision soon cleared, and when it did, he saw that the gem was gone and he was staring at bare, dull brown stone. He glanced around and saw nothing was different. He sighed deeply. It seemed that he hadn't gotten so lucky to find something that would have helped him find his way out of here. He had been hoping it would teleport him or something, but his surroundings seemed the same. He sighed again and decided to head back now. Who knows, someone else may have found a way out of here, and they wouldn't really be disappointed if he came back with nothing. He had been hired to carry stuff, not navigate, after all.

Deiser turned around and began to head back to Hammer. Even if it was only him and the bulky fighter at the camp, it would be better than just himself for company. For some reason, Deiser felt like being alone always got him into some sort of trouble, even if he couldn't quite recall what that trouble had been. Still, the thought remained with him as he shuffled half-heartedly back to camp, scarcely paying attention to his surroundings. It was only when he heard a distinct click that he was drawn out of his musings. He froze, and, when nothing happened, he remained still but began to move his head bit by bit to see what had triggered the click. While he was "just" a hireling, he understood what traps were. What he didn't understand was why there was one right here, right now when the journey thus far had been boring and barren. Still, he searched around the boring brownness until he realized the sound had come from underfoot. He looked to his boots and saw that he had indeed stepped on a metal pressure plate, but nothing had happened. Yet. He wondered if anything would happen if he stepped off, and that same curiosity from earlier returned to convince him to do so.

Deiser hopped off the plate and expected an explosion or blades to come whirling from the walls or maybe even a quarrel of bolts. Instead, a spray of sparkling colors burst from the floor. Deiser yelped and raised his hands to ward off the colors, but the multicolored lights in the hues of orange, black, and white swirled around him unhindered. He closed his eyes, but they seemed to even penetrate his eyelids, swirling hypnotically in his mind's eye. It was actually rather pleasant and relaxing, even if it did make him feel a little hot as orange fuzz prickled all over his body, but the colors were much, much better than being stabbed or shot or gouged with shrapnel.

Just as suddenly as the colors had appeared, they began to fade away, and so Deiser opened his eyes to watch as they danced their last. He was actually sad to see them go, their unusual coloration and pattern something to see, at least more interesting than the dull brown stone around him. He sighed once they had faded completely away, idly scratching at a slightly fuzzy arm that felt too warm, though that was nothing special since he felt warm all over. He panted and looked to the pressure plate, scratching at both his arms now as warm orangeish fur started to spread over his skin. He shook his head.

"What a stupid trap," he sneered, scrunched up cheeks developing some fuzz of their own. "Pretty little display but..." he looked down at himself. "I'm still alive!"

Deiser considered for a moment that perhaps the trap wasn't mean to kill him, but as he scratched at a chin that was sprouting warm white fur, he wondered what was it meant to do? He was in the lair of the now dead Mountain King, who had been notorious for his lack of mercy. Leaving a trap in his maze meant to spray intruders with pretty colors felt anything but merciless. He shrugged. It was at least something interesting to tell Arla when he got back.

He continued on his way back and was a little annoyed when he realized that the pretty colors hadn't been entirely harmless. He still felt hot and he blamed it on some sort of magic rather than the fur that was steadily spreading over his body, mostly orange but white on his chin,chest, and undersides of his arms. It grew in thinly, lending him a still human appearance, albeit one of a very fuzzy human. His dark hair too began to grow a bit shaggier and a little lighter in coloration too, black streaked with an orangeish red, but he figured the increased length had more to do with him being away for nearly a fortnight on an expedition rather than any malicious magic. Plus, he had more to worry about than a feeling of fuzziness and warmth that hadn't been there before when he ran across another obstacle.

Actually, he saw the obstacle far before he came even close to it. From a distance he couldn't quite tell what it was, blotchy colors and shapes that made no sense, but when he came closer he saw that beams of orange, black, and white ran between one wall of the cavern to the other. Some were high, some were low, some were in between and not one of them were angled the same way. The beams didn't seem solid and appeared to be constructed of the same light that had sprayed out at him earlier. Despite this, he was unwilling to just walk through them, not because he was afraid, but because he at this point realized that perhaps the gem had activated these traps. He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. At least, he supposed, he was getting closer to camp and finding the others, even if it meant he had to figure out how to get around these beams. It didn't seem too hard--he'd just have to do some dodging and ducking, and then he'd be on the other side and closer to ending this return journey.

Confident, Deiser started his way through the beams and it began well enough. He stepped over a beam, ducked under one, and snorted as he simply walked under another. Next came an orange beam at a height he couldn't simply duck or walk over, so he tried to jump, and here was his first mistake. He jumped, yes, but not high enough and without much grace, so he flailed through the air and his right boot caught on the beam, though there was no pain or sudden violent severance from this movement. He landed hard on his front, grunting in pain as his right foot throbbed. Groaning, he rolled over onto his side and sat up, foot still throbbing, tight and constrained within its confines. Wondering what the problem was, he started to unlace his boot while within his foot started to contort, the orange fur growing thicker and with dark stripes now as a pink paw pad grew on its underside, toes shrinking slightly as they pushed closer together, nails darkening black and beginning to extend into the beginning of the claws. As he was getting the boot off, he groaned and winced as his heel lifted and his bones adjusted to allow for digitigrade walking while his other foot started to likewise throb. Annoyed, he pulled off his right boot to reveal a foot that was more feline than human, the bottom padded like a paw and his toes with sharp, dark claws just as they were meant to be. Deiser shook his head, wondering why his foot had hurt in the first place since there was certainly no way he would have thought to wear boots that were so uncomfortable for such a long journey. Still, it had hurt, and his other foot still did, so he took off his other boot just in case and found that his left foot was no different than the other. He sighed--perhaps the colors had done something, maybe by shrinking his footwear if anything, but that seemed like such an insipid trap. He shrugged and stood, standing on his digits rather than his heels and because of it moved right into a black beam.

For a second, his vision was filled only with darkness until he thought to duck down, his glasses falling off his face in the process. He snarled and hissed, actually hissed, as he stared up at the black beam that hung above him, brown eyes lightening to a green hue, vision suddenly clearer despite his lack of glasses. While the beam certainly hadn't decapitated him or blinded him permanently, it had left him with a headache. He groaned, his ears twitching as they started to slide and reshape into fuzzy, triangular points up a head that was thickening with orange fur. He clutched at his head as he stumbled forward, right into another white beam that was at chest level, sending him now stumbling back.

"Come on!" he whined, chest now feeling hotter than ever before as the fur there too began to grow more plentiful, more of a pelt than fuzzy covering, a furry hide that was spreading to the rest of his increasingly feline form. He panted and found the heat wasn't the only problem he had. There was something rising in his chest, past his white furred neck, and straight to his nose. Unable to hold it in, he sneezed and felt immediately lightheaded and woozy, head swaying side to side as his face stretched out into the beginnings of a snout, nose shrinking along with it into a smaller, pinker, and decidedly more feline set of nostrils. He sneezed again, and there again was that stretching sensation along with some tickling as his whiskers sprouted, the protrusion of his nose in his vision replaced by the slope of a feline snout. Replaced? No, he shook his head, triangular ears flicking. That snout, his muzzle, was no more unfamiliar than the claws on his toes or the teeth in his mouth that even now ached as they surged into sharper shapes. He opened his mouth and bared them at nothing, incisors meant to aid in the consumption of meat shining white under the beams' glows. His tongue slid out to, seemingly tasting the air as it thickened and stretched, growing rougher and wider. Suddenly he paused, as if he might sneeze again, but nothing came, only a few more harried pants while the heat in his chest finally began to dissipate. When he felt fine, he got to his feet.

Actually, he felt more than fine, he felt reinvigorated, and he wondered if he had the beams to thank for that or if perhaps it was the excitement that had riled him up. Whatever the case, he was ready to move on through the rest of the beams, but did he really have to dodge and weave his way through them? They hadn't done anything more than blind him. The problem with his boots had been his own fault and he was glad to leave them behind. If he didn't want to be blinded, all he had to do was not put his eyes right into the beams. It was as simple as that. The rest, though? He could simply walk through them, and that's what he intended to do.

He stepped forward and heard a crunch. He frowned and stooped down to see that he had stepped quite harshly on his glasses, shattering their lenses though he had been lucky enough not to get any of the glass caught in his feet. As he stared at the broken contraption, he wondered why or how he had ever worn them. It seemed awkward with the placement of his ears with how the frames were built, and he could see well enough without them. He smirked as he remembered that his glasses were what had gotten him hired in the first place, so maybe that was why? He shrugged and kicked them away, no longer seeing any reason to carry them.

Deiser walked through the rest of the beams, only ducking occasionally to not get his eyes caught in them. He actually laughed as he went through them one by one, arms swinging energetically by his sides as the fur on them grew in thicker. As he questioned who had set up such a stupid, harmless trap, his hands contorted, five fingers contorting into four, nails thickening into dark claws while pink, leathery padding grew on the underside of his altered digits. Soon enough he was left with proper paws, albeit ones more dexterous than found on the feline he was so closely starting to resemble.

Before he knew it, Deiser was out of the beams and once more on the path of boredom back to camp. Gods, he wished he had come across these "traps" earlier. Not only would it have made the search for a way out more interesting, but at least be an excuse for him to bring someone else along, since even he didn't find himself interesting enough to stay within his own mind for hours at a time. Company was always nice and he hoped to find company soon, even if it was just Hammer.

Instead of company, however, he found a door blocking his way next, a big blocky portal that didn't quite reach up to the cavern's ceiling and was split as if it was meant to open, but there seemed no obvious way to do so. There was no handle or even a keyhole, just a large door that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere between his journey from camp and back to block his way. He stepped forward and placed a paw on its relatively smooth frame. It felt cool to the touch, and its chill reminded him of how warm he felt. He growled, feline snout set in a grimace. He really, really wanted to strip down, if only a little, but he really also didn't want back to camp half naked. Plus, he had this whole door in the way before he could even think of returning.

Still a little hot and more than a little annoyed, Deiser pushed against one side of the door and felt it give, just the slightest bit. He smiled, and although he wasn't the strongest hireling or feline, he figured he could perhaps just push the door open. So he set his shoulder into the door and began to push and felt it give just a bit more. Feeling more confident in the endeavor, he put all his strength into his movement and didn't feel it move at all. Growling in annoyance, he continued anyways, and felt as if the door was offering more resistance now, unnoticing as something began to push its way out of the base of his spine, a black fur tipped nub that bumped against the back of his leather armor before starting to snake its way out under his armor and into a pants leg, a pattern of white and black stripes running over its stretching length. He ignored the strange sensation of his new appendage's growth in favor of the annoyance that grew as the door simply refused to budge. In addition, it had only been a minute since he started his effort, and he already felt weakened, which may have had something to do with how his muscles had begun to waste away in favor of a slimmer, more slender figure. He redoubled his efforts, and he seemed to only lose more strength because of it, what muscle he had remaining settling into slight toning if that, his shoulders narrowing, and he had to readjust his stance as his hips widened slightly. He growled, setting his teeth together while dark stripes painted themselves across his face. He roared, a cry that would have sounded fearsome if its pitch hadn't risen near the end. Still, it inspired Deiser enough to keep on pushing, even if his upper torso was slighter, even if his arms were thinner and almost daintier, even if his tail annoyingly wiggled in his pants. How had it even got there? He snarled and pressed on anyways, having to readjust his stance and approach, for it seemed the door was taller than before and was even bigger, but that couldn't be so. He certainly hadn't shrunk since he'd attempted to force this door open, that was ridiculous! And yet...

Yet nothing was getting done. The door hadn't moved since shortly after he'd started. Defeated, Deiser stepped back, his tail wiggling vigorously in his pants. He stood before the door and folded his slender arms over a chest that was much less muscled--not that it had been well muscled before, but now it was almost androgynous. He sighed and began to work on something he could succeed at: undoing the straps and bits of his leather armor. He threw it to the ground and afterwards reached back and pulled his tail out of his pants, sighing in relief as it swayed around, no longer constrained. The now androgynous tiger humanoid stared at the door and wondered what he was missing. His strength had failed him, so what other options did he have?

Deiser rolled his eyes and his whiskers twitched as he realized the obvious. He ran up to the door and leapt. Though its surface was mostly smooth, he found just enough of a handhold and could rely enough on his feline instincts to get his paws grasping at the top. With some effort, he swung himself over, grateful that whoever had constructed this door hadn't built it to the ceiling's height. He straddled the door, recuperating some of his strength, and he looked over to the other side where beyond was only more dull brown stone. He shook his head and looked over his body, grateful that it was slim and slender if even a little feminine. He had often been mistaken for a woman before, but that didn't bother him now. This body had gotten him past this obstacle and would get him back to camp, he was sure of it. Back to Hammer...

He sighed, but not out of annoyance, but of longing. Seeing Hammer again felt so much more appealing than it had ever been before. That tall strong man with his tight muscles, why--

Deiser shook his head, wondering what he had been thinking. Hammer was kind of a hunk, but it didn't mean he had to be thinking about him right now. He needed to get back first and to get back he needed to go down, a prospect that was somehow a lot less appealing than getting up. He took a deep breath--he was a cat, he could do this.

He leapt off and, unsurprisingly, landed on all fours, safe and sound. He quickly stood up and was proud of the maneuver, if a little annoyed since he had to pull his pants up afterwards. He looked over himself again and snarled at the state of his wear. His clothes were loose and certainly ill-fitting. Had he really lost that much weight since he'd started the expedition? As a hireling, he hadn't gotten the choicest of rations, and yet he couldn't believe he had become so thin or chose to wear such unsuitable garments.

He shook this thought away, ready more than ever to be back at camp, back with Hammer. He shivered at the thought of the fighter again and wondered since when he had desired the man's companionship. He had always thought he'd been more attracted to Arla, and now...

Now there was another obstacle. He sighed as he saw it, a series of vents in the ground, ceiling, and walls angled oddly ahead of him that spewed some sweet smelling smoke at intervals. It didn't look like anything dangerous and, based on what he'd come across so far, it probably wouldn't be, but he still felt wary. Perhaps everything before had meant to soften him up somehow, lull him into a false sense of security. Maybe the purple-pink smoke the holes spat out would melt the flesh from his bones.

Deiser laughed. As if. If anything, the smoke that smelled so strongly of vanilla and lavender would only gift him a nice scent to bring back to camp--that is, if any of the smoke touched him, and he didn't intend for any of it to. For a few minutes he watched the smoke spew out of the vents until he thought he began to detect a pattern. Yes, if he moved this way and that, and his feline instincts served him well, then he could get through this "obstacle" without being touched at all!

Without a moment more of hesitation, Deiser dashed forward. For a moment, it seemed as if his plan would work, that he had in fact recognized a pattern in how the smoke spewed, and then his hopes were dashed as a jet of the sweet smelling stuff caught him right in the face from a side vent. He sputtered and staggered back while his facial features softened, and ran right into another spew of smoke from beneath. He shivered as it seeped up into his pants, seeming to caress his legs, thickening his thighs slightly before reaching his cock. Deiser couldn't help but moan as it felt like the smoke caressed that too, his member rising before pulling in tightly against his crotch. He reached down as if that might calm his member, but then caught two blasts of smoke simultaneously to his head and chest. He raised his arms to ward off further smoke, closing his eyes as the stuff stinged sweetly at his eyes and nose. Abandoning his plan, Deiser stumbled forward, feeling his chest bounce more than he remembered and his pants starting to slip down hips that were slowly widening further with aching pops. He covered his eyes with one arm while he held the other ahead of him as he slowly stumbled forward as smoke spewed out around him, misting him and almost choking him with that sweet, feminine scent. With each step, those pawed hands that guided him and protected him shrank slightly so that his fingers were daintier while his black claws on both hands and feet gained a pink gloss. The hair on his head brightened from its hybrid hue to a red as vibrant as flame and just as wild, especially so as his softening hair spread down past his shoulders into untamed tangles. The growths on his chest, which had indeed wobbled having already developed into the start of breasts, gained more mass with each step and spew of smoke, fatty orbs swelling larger and rounder and firmer, nipples becoming thicker and puffier as they pressed pleasantly against his shirt. He shivered from this, and his member only grew harder, though it was starting to become constrained as his thickening thighs pressed against it. Deiser couldn't help but moan again, the tone rising especially as his manhood began to wither and retract, shrinking stiffly while his breasts grew and grew. With one final pleasant pop, his hips stretched apart wider than his shoulders, and his pants fell to his ankles because of it. He yelped as he tripped over them, falling onto his hands and knees, bigger breasts bobbing. He crawled forward a few steps and squealed as the smoke spewed at his rear. His tail lifted as his butt began to plump up ever so slightly while his shaft shrank and shrank, drawing tightly into a forming cleft. For a moment Deiser was helpless to the pleasure of his shaft pulling in so tightly and sharply that all he could do was tremble and quake, new tits jiggling. Slowly, ever so slowly, his member pulled in and in until it was too small to be anything but a clit, a tiny pinkish nub that that nestled its way to the top of the slit that split its way into existence between the former man's legs while what remained of her testicles withdrew entirely to be converted to their opposite function. Deiser shivered as her womanhood bloomed, soft sensitive lips that quivered at a recent blast of smoke. It felt so good, so pleasurable, and yet what was she doing? Enjoying herself in some sordid trap when she should be making her way back to camp?

Deiser stood, moaning and yowling as her inner passage formed, digging deeply and pleasantly to create her womb. Now on her feet, she fled, breasts bouncing and tail waving behind her like a flag of surrender over a rump that was rounder and more pleasing to look at. She left the smoke and was a little sad to leave it behind, even if the scent still stayed with her, even if she had better things to do. Outside of the smoke, she looked to it and then back to herself. She scowled as she realized she had left her pants behind, but at least she still had her underwear, her shirt, and her trenchcoat to cover herself. Still, her underwear only just stayed on, and her shirt was doing a terrible job at covering up her breasts that seemed bigger than she remembered, and what was up with her nipples just sticking out? Where was her bra too? She huffed and her bust bounced. She hadn't meant to return to camp half naked, and now it seemed like she wasn't going to have much choice, not that Hammer would mind.

Hammer.

She blushed as she thought of the muscular fighter and how soft she was by comparison. She was just a hireling, but why did that mean she couldn't have fun with the man, especially if there was no one else around when she returned? She would make sure he enjoyed it, just as she was sure she would enjoy it. She shivered. Oh gods, she needed it especially to after that last obstacle. For some reason, she felt a bit hornier than usual, pent up, as if her slit hadn't been used for quite some time, and that didn't seem right, for who could resist a sexy tigress like herself?

She continued on, her pace a little faster despite the sway of her ample hips and tail. She licked her snout as she thought of Hammer and how sexy he would find her and how sexy she found him. Oh gods, she really needed him or really any man more than ever! She purred at the thought of strong hands groping her swollen breasts.

Despite her lust and focus on anything else other than her surroundings, she still stopped suddenly a few minutes after she had started again. Her ears rose, and she turned towards a wall. It looked like the same dull brown stone as what was around her, but her lust-ridden senses told her otherwise. She sniffed and smelled something familiar, something that reminded her of...well, her. She reached towards the wall, paused, then tapped it with a claw. She stepped back as the wall rumbled and slid opening. She stared confused at what she had uncovered: a stash of sex toys, mostly dildos of many shapes and sizes. For a moment, she couldn't help but stare at the odd discovery, but then she squealed and clapped her paws. This was the perfect find to relieve her until she found Hammer. She bent forward and sorted through the dildos until she found the one that suited her best, a large, barbed dildo that reminded her of a proper tom's cock, which was probably better than what Hammer stowed. She giggled at this thought and held the dildo in her hand, enjoying its heft in her grasp. She shuddered as she imagined what it would feel like to penetrate herself with it, shuddering again when she realized that moment was waiting on her.

The tigress leaned against the wall, letting her underwear slide down around her feet before she guided the dildo down to her exposed slit. No, her pussy, and she giggled again at this thought. A pussy with a pussy! She snorted and then gently pressed the dildo into herself with both her hands, spreading her lips before actually going in. She shivered, feeling as if she was being penetrated for the first time, and that was such a silly thought for such a silly girl. She couldn't help but giggle and then moan as she pressed further in, her hazy mind completely overtaken by lust. Something told her that she should be doing something else other than masturbating in some remote cave, but she ignored that because she was a silly, slutty girl and sensible thoughts like that just weren't for her. Plus, who was waiting for her anyways? Hammer, she supposed with a shuddering moan as she dug in, taking one hand from the dildo to climb up under a breast to squeeze at one of her ripe breasts, but Hammer was only sort of handsome, not quite her type. What was her type then, she wondered. Was it girls? No, no, well...maybe sometimes, tits and clits were nice, especially hers but--

She moaned out a yowl, shivering from the sudden surge of pleasure, hips shaking as her waist pressed in tighter, granting her curves she simply had lacked before while her fur softened as if it had been recently conditioned. It was harder to think of anything other than sex and self pleasure at the moment, but, she realized between bouts of electric pleasure, it wasn't just at the moment, but for the foreseeable future. Whatever her so called party had been doing no longer interested or had it really ever interested her? Whatever. She had only signed onto the expedition for the prospect of sex, and it had been so, so dry until now, which was disappointing considering some of the hunks that were in the group. Or was it disappointing? She squeezed her breast, feeling like there was more of it than a minute ago, just as she thrust in even deeper and felt something empty out of her head, but that was silly since she was just a silly girl. What had she been thinking about again? Her tail twitched this way and that as she neared her peak, just as she tried to recall what she was thinking about. It had to have been boring if it had slipped away just like that. She shoved in even deeper, relishing how the barbs rubbed against her sensitive inner walls right before her mouth opened into an "O" of realization and pleasure. She thrust her hips forward, thighs thickening slightly more as she realized she had been thinking of guys and girls, no, just guys, the best guy, the one that she wanted and he, of course, was a hunky, handsome tiger that would love to have lovely tigress like her around. A sultry, sexy slut of a tigress that would--

The tigress shuddered and yowled, almost roaring as she reached climax. She slid down the wall, panting and mewling as her pussy pulsed, clamping hungrily on something that could never truly satisfy it. Still, she was satisfied for the moment and even further satisfied as she slowly slid the dildo out of her still spasming slit. It came out with a satisfying pop and shudder from her, and she let it roll away while she gazed longingly at it, wishing for the real thing even as she continued to grope her breasts and rub her furry, slightly slick, thick thighs together.

For a few minutes, the tigress simply sat there on her rounded rump, enjoying the afterglow while her mind slowly pieced itself together in not quite the same configuration. There was something missing, and after a time she realized that it was her name.

What was it again?

Dei...De...Di...no, it wasn't dick, she thought it with a giggle. It was Rasika, of course! What else would a sexy tiger be called? She shrugged and stood, stepping out of her underwear. She looked down at it, and decided to leave it behind. What did she need it for? Slutty tigers didn't need clothes. Well, sometimes they were nice, but what was with this shirt and this trenchcoat? It didn't match her hide or hair. She wrinkled up her snout, whiskers twitching, and then she tore them both away, claws shredding the clothes so that they fell in tatters around her. She left them behind without a thought, walking towards her goal with a sway to her hips and tail and bounce to her breasts that she was used to, because she was used to her girls. Even as big as they were, she wished they were bigger, not that men had ever turned her away because of her breasts. In fact, had a man ever turned her away? She didn't think so!

She giggled and skipped through the cavern, sometimes groping herself and rubbing at her slit, oh so ready to find...what? She wasn't sure, but she was sure there was some camp of some kind with a...hammer? Why would she be excited about a hammer? She scratched her head. She had already found an object, and that had granted her some sort of satisfaction, but it wasn't enough. What she truly desired was a handsome tiger like she had imagined while she had been using that dildo. She thought of this tiger as she traveled and soon found something unexpected: there was a carved out chamber in the cavern, and it looked like someone lived here. There was a table with two chairs, a stack of books next to it, what looked like provisions in some sacks, a surprisingly soft looking bed for two, and, most importantly, a pole near to the table, a solid metal pole that one could show off and dance upon. She looked down at her body, orange and white and striped with black and wondered if she was supposed to show off. Is that what she had come here for? This looked like a camp, and she had more to her than just her fur. She had her fiery red hair, bouncy breasts, her wide hips, thick, luscious thighs, and a rump that she was sure anyone would want to squeeze. Oh, and she had her tail too, long and luxurious and surprisingly sensitive. And her pussy too, since she was a pussy with a pussy.

She giggled again and rushed towards the pole and, though no one was watching, began to dance on it, twirling and climbing and twisting while sometimes pausing to give it a seductive lick and a playful bat of her tail. The movement and motion of it all felt right and amazingly energizing, not only working up her vigor but her arousal as well. She paused, since it was too bad that--

"Don't stop, pretty kitty," a marvelously masculine voice purred close by. "Keep on going."

She blinked and looked over to the table to see a finely muscled tiger male sit down at the table. He only wore what looked to be the lower half of velvet robes, his chest bare and buff and well striped, though there seemed to be runes in the stripes. He smiled at her as she stared, before winking and nodding knowingly.

"So you're the one, are you?" he asked, and she didn't quite understand what he meant. He seemed to sense her confusion, but laughed it off. "Don't worry about it, dear. All that matters is that you came."

"I..." she blinked. "I did?"

"Of course, dear," the tiger said with another nod. "You came for me, didn't you? The magnificent muscular magician that is your master and mate?"

"I..." Rasika nodded eagerly. "Sure! Yes, of course I did!" She giggled. "I mean, of course I did, master!"

She almost leapt into his arms at that moment, but he held up his hand.

"Now hold on, my dear," he said. "Not quite yet. We'll have fun later but for now, why..." he ran a paw over his whiskers. "We'll have another sort of fun. Dance some more, show me what you have, and, well, if I want some more I will make it. You understand?"

Rasika nodded, even if she didn't really, but she understood enough. She took to dancing again, starting with shaking her breasts and hips at the seating tiger. He nodded, but she saw longing in his eyes, and she almost felt disappointed in herself until he smiled too. He winked, and she felt a warmth in her chest. She looked down and let out a joyful yowl when she saw her breasts were swelling.

"Don't get too excited, girl!" the magician said. "Let's see what else you have."

Rasika nodded again, this time more enthusiastically, shivering as her breasts swelled out firmer and larger until they were proper handfuls. She swung her hips and felt them slide out a little longer as she turned her back to the magician to lean down and wiggle her rear. As she did so she swore she felt it swell, and with each wiggle she felt more bounce to her plumper rear. Afterwards, she stood and shook her head, thick, wild red tresses waving over her back before they grew out, lengthening out softer and silky until the ends nearly trailed down to her well rounded rump. Her tail lifted, and she bounced that bubblier butt again before swinging around to face the magician, sticking her tongue out teasing as she rubbed up and down on her chest. He gazed at her lustfully even as he traced his hands over her in the air, and she felt her waist press in even more as she gained a more hourglass shape to her form. Purring, she squatted and seductively spread her legs, tail swaying behind her this way and that as the pussy bared her pussy. She giggled while the magician nodded his approval, before he caught sight of her thighs. He gave her another wink and she shivered as they plumped up deliciously, going well with her new curves. After this, she sprang up, standing tall and proud, pressing her large breasts out as she showed it off all to him, before bending over and licking her snout seductively. The magician smiled, and Rasika smiled too as she noticed the tent in his pants.

"You're just..." The magician sighed in satisfaction, red eyes gleaming. "Mmm, perfect."

He stood and moved over to the bed, his back to her and Rasika found she enjoyed this view as much as the front. He placed a paw on the bed and looked over his shoulder.

"Well, dear," he said. "Won't you join me?"

The tigress didn't need any more of an invitation. She slipped away from the pole and jumped on the bed, quickly rolling over onto her front. She lay back, smiling up at the tiger as she slowly spread her legs.

"My, my," her master purred. "Quite a frisky kitty. That works well...for now."

She wasn't sure what he meant, but didn't question it, because at that moment he let down the covering of his lower half and showed her what he had been hiding. She nearly felt herself drool as she saw the feline shaft poking out of its sheath, barbed and big and exactly what she wanted. She sat up and meant to give it a look, but he pressed her down with his strong arms and she let him do so, because he was master, and master knew best.

"Not quite yet, dear," he said, red eyes aglow and whiskers twitching with amusement. "I liked what I saw, and I'm sure I'll enjoy what I'll feel."

This she understood, and so she went mostly limp, purring and moaning as he ran his hands over her, squeezing each breast tenderly and giving her stiff nipples a ticklish, loving lick with his rough tongue before he worked his paws down her waist that he gently caressed, nodding in approval as he reached her wide hips. He traced a claw down to her slick slit, teasing her folds and causing her to shudder softly as he placed both hands on her thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze. She shuddered again and couldn't help but mewl pathetically, wishing that the stiff member that was so enticingly close would be used soon. Seeming to sense this, he smiled down at her.

"Needy too," he said, reaching his hands up to trace the stripes on his face before booping her nose and causing her to giggle. "Oh so needy, aren't you?"

"Yes, master!" she said in that soft, silken voice. "So, so needy! Won't you help me, master?"

She ended her words with a mewl and a lowering of her ears. He laughed before taking a sniff, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Yes, this all worked out wonderfully," he purred, sending tremors down her spine. "Now let's end this wonderfully."

And with that, he was on top of her, his warm, well muscled bulk pressing into her as his stiff member started its initial thrust. Surprised, she yowled and yet responded, clinging to him as she felt her slick lips part to accept his cock, the thing that she needed most. She was a slut, yes, but she was fine with that because she was a slut for her master, a slut for his cock. Something niggled at her mind, but it was so small that it was pressed out as he pressed into her, the tigress squirming and clutching at the bed, thrusting her hips forward to meet him and force him deeper in. He smiled, panting and breathing heavily as he worked her hard, though she shivered and moaned from every second of it, her pleasure heightened especially when he nuzzled her breasts, rough tongue once again licking at her stiff, swollen nipples. She tightened her grip on his broad frame, as he thrust in and out, in and out, building them both closer and closer to what could only be a wonderful end, her breasts and body shaking with every powerful thrust. Still, she begged for more, yowling and hissing and he obliged with a one of his rough hands squeezing at her ripe bosom while his muzzle met hers. They kissed passionately, so close above and below, and now he was even deeper, barbed cock teasing so pleasurably against her sensitive inner walls. If he just thrust one more time she might--

"Oh!" she yowled.

The tigress moaned, hissing as she climaxed just as her master stiffened and shuddered. She collapsed back just as she felt his seed rush into her, her pleasure only multiplied by the knowledge that she had pleased her master to the fullest, if the dazed, happy expression on his face meant anything. He slumped and rolled over on his side, his softening member withdrawing from her with another burst of pleasure. He cuddled close to her, and she let herself be drawn into his powerful, protective arms, her back to him, his hands softly kneading her breasts as they both rode out the afterglow, the remnants of some of his seed and her wet need dripping down her thick, furry thighs.

"Very good, girl," he breathed huskily in her ears. "Very, very good, but--" he chuckled. "Nothing is perfect." He rubbed down her stomach and she shivered as she felt something course through her up to her head. "Perhaps a little shyer?"

The tigress nodded, drawing even closer to her strong magician master as her sexual confidence diminished and she began to feel a tad timid about what they had just done. It had been nice and wonderful, but she didn't need to moan so loudly about it, and she closed her legs up a little. For now, she would follow her master's lead on such erotic activities, at least until he changed his mind, and then he would change her mind. Until then, she cuddled close to him, enjoying what they had just done and secretly wondering if they could do it even kinkier next time. She didn't vocalize these thoughts, however, instead only listening to her master as he ran his hands over her body as if it was clay. He murmured something about acquiring other sisters, though she wasn't sure where they'd come from since she couldn't remember having sisters, not that she'd mind another tigress or two around, before moving onto talking about additional adjustments, whatever that meant. She simply surrendered herself to him, glad to be a secretly slutty, sultry tigress, glad to be so close to her magician master, but most of all glad to be no longer trekking through that boring brown cavern. She was where she needed to be, where she belonged, and where she could get what she wanted. She shivered at the thought, feeling warmth rise in her nethers. She heard her master chuckle softly next to her.

"Soon," he said. "Give me a couple of minutes to make adjustments."

She nodded, only squirming slightly in excitement. She could wait.