The Rumble of A Tiger
WARNING. The following story contains male on male situations, homosexuals, male on male yiff, and adult language. If you are offended, please properly fuck off beforehand, otherwise, enjoy my story! This is the first I have ever published on Yiffstar, but not the first story (furry or otherwise) that I've done. I've wanted to make a story involving me and a special friend of mine for quite some time, so here it is. Kevin Murakumo Millennium © Kaleb Smith Nalz Zurrani © Jordan Powell
- * * The Rumble of A Tiger "Shit!" Kevin screamed, jumping up out of bed as his second alarm on his clock began to ring. He looked over and cursed again, seeing that it was 7:08 and school started at 7:30. As quick as he could, the teenager jumped from his bed and ran to the bathroom, stripping off his boxers he had worn the night before and tossing them into a pile of dirty clothes. His hands reached for the shower knobs and turned them quickly, waiting for the water to warm up before taking a step in. His hair was the first to be washed, using both soap and conditioner, as he was one to keep his hair looking nice. Not forget the time, he finishes and hops out, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry his dripping wet body off. Dashing to his closet he throws on an Abercrombi & Fitch t-shirt and pair of faded blue jeans that didn't fit him too well. With no time to spare, he grabs his backpack and leaves the house after locking the doors. Approaching the purple Ford out front, he removes a key fob and clicks a button, simultaneously causing the headlights to flash - on and off. The horn beeping once along with them. The teenager opens the door and steps into his truck, setting his bag on the seat beside him. In goes a silver key, turned forward, setting off the starting rumble of a big block motor. He presses the 'power' button on his stereo, along with inserting his "A Perfect Circle" cd then shifts into reverse, backing away from the high sat house which existed just beyond the large forest behind it. "Lay your head down child, I won't let the bogeyman come!... Counting bodies like sheep, to the rythem of the war drums... " Kevin sung out at the top of his lungs while barreling down the road, shifting quickly via the large stick that protruded from the center hump on the floorboard. After some time, driving and being blocked by traffic, he arrives at the school, feeling quite lucky with minutes to spare, seeming that there was only one parking spot left, and it was his now. He kills the engine and grabs his bag, pocketing the keys as he locks and shuts the door, walking into his high school for another boring, normal day. After school he was met by his best friend Bryan as he walked out to his truck. "Hey Kevin, I hear there is some racing going down later near the old bridge, bout' half way up the mountain. Are you interested." "Sure" he replied. "I need something exciting to fill my Friday night." he added. Kevin thanked Bryan for the info and got into his truck, heading up to see what was going down. It was on his way to home, so why not. In route, he called Jordan, his boyfriend (Yes, Kevin is gay.) to see about meeting later that night. "Hey babe." Kevin said with a smooth voice. The other person on the lone chuckling as they replied "Hey hun. Are you still coming by later?" Kevin quickly noted that he would deffinetly do so. The truck's brakes held tight as it was brought to a quick, but easy stop. His front tires were near the white line, in front of the red light he was sitting under. Next to the Ford, a small import car arrived. A Nissan Sentra as it appeared. With a steady hand and head looking down with a nod, he prefixed his view on the light. Gripping the shift knob attached to the pole. Revving the engine to the appropriate rpm's before dropping the clutch in the blink of an eye. The light turned green as the gears threw back, shifting into first, causing the back tires to begin smoking. Quickly, the small import car sped forward, leaving him from the start, but that wasn't going to stop him. "Go go go!" he shouted. After the initial torque kick, the truck accelerated, roaring loud as the supercharged hummed at full speed. The thick belt driving enormous power into the engine...though...something was night right. He began to hear a strange knocking followed by a loud cracking sound. He carried the truck to a screeching halt, not carrying about the Sentra at this point. Kevin parked the truck on the side of the road and got out to inspect it. It was worst than he thought. An inner seal in his supercharger had broken and now oil was leaking into the inter cooler. This was something bad, but not something that would disable the vehicle. With no knowledge of how to fix it, he went straight to the local library for a service manual of his Ford. It neared eight-o-clock at night when he pulled into the parking lot. The headlight beams disappearing as the engine stopped. The disgruntled teen stepping out and walking to the front door of the large, strangely designed library, passing the two guardian lion statues at the front door. Sighing in slight relief as the air conditioner blows on his forehead. Unsure of where to look first, and not taking the time to ask or pull a reference, he begins walking down the hallways. Suddenly he rounded a corner, coming to a strange door. He slowly walked inside, looking around. It seemed to be a small corner of the library that no one visited often. The lights were off, but for the most part, unnecessary with the street lights shinning through the windows near the top of the walls. "What a weird room" Kevin said to himself as he looked around. "Tiger heads... small pots... I wonder what this room could be." His sight changed to a small brown and tan book laying on a shelf, jutting out in the corner of the room. He walks over and takes the book down, blowing some of the dust of the cover that, in effect, causes him to cough slightly. The spine cracks as the book is opened near the middle. The pages are hard to read, but are in English. Pictures of animals and people adorned the page, but one caught his eye. What seemed to be a half tiger half human stood calmly. After looking it over he decided he wanted to look at it more in-depth. He brought it to the front and checked it out, asking and receiving a vehicle manual for his truck while he was at it. Back on the road, he drove home for a quick stop before going to Jordan's. He tosses his backpack down and sets the books on his desk. Going into his closet to change his shirt. As he passes his desk, leaving the room, the book once more catches his attention. He sits down and looks at the cover then finds the page he saw earlier and begins to read. "to bring one's inner animal to light, repeat these words, with heart, under a full moon light." he says to himself. "The seems like some make believe funny book..." he thinks, studying the pictures. There was a passage at the bottom, in small letters, marked "Xvocules". Curious, he begins reading it, stopping near the end with a weird feeling in his stomach... He drops the book and clutches at his chest, doubling over in his chair. His eyes squint and feel with tears as the pain shifts to his back. He begins to feel as if someone is pressing him against a wall with a heavy vehicle. His vertebrate beginning to shift slowly. With a low groan of pain, his eyes open barely, looking down to see orange fur beginning to grow across the backs of his hands. Black claws extending and blending out from his fingernails. Next, his nose begins to throb with pain. With a crack it feels broken. It begins to flatten and expand, pushing forward a bit. His eyes seem to close them open again, now seeing smalls whiskers in his peripheral vision, above him. The orange spreads up his arms, and even across his face. Black stripes appearing afterwards, followed by the painful restructuring of his bones. Next his muscles changed. They expand and grow, becoming stronger, more defined and lean. What was once his hand, now his paw moves to his head, feeling for his ears that are now all but gone. Replaced by now forming round curves, protruding from his skull. He arches his back and hisses with pain (a new sound all together for him to make) "gaaahhhhh...." he sounds, feeling something from his tail bone. Looking back to see a striped orange tail waving and twitching, attached to his body! Blacking out from pain he sits in the chair, motionless... Five minutes pass before he opens one eye, then the other. Looking around with a confused wonder. "What happened?" he questions, still sitting where he last was. He takes a look down at his paw and inspects it. The fur still there. It was no dream. Bravely, he stands and slowly makes his way to the bathroom. Growling low as he hears the tv's whine and distant sounds of cars. Feeling light headed he grips the sink and looks into the mirror. What he saw next stopped him dead in his tracks. He was staring into the golden slitted eyes of a Siberian Tiger. But.... this was him? "Oh my god..." Kevin says out loud, shocked and not sure what to make of this. Returning to the bedroom, he found his shirt lying on the ground. Torn open, along with his designer pants. This brought another growl from him. Quickly forgotten in his mind, replaced by a sudden fear. "What if someone sees me?... What if the neighbors hear me?... What is my mom going to think?" He paces back and forth, and desides to call Jordan. He lifts the black phone and presses the keys. Missing at first with the thick orange fur covered fingers. "Shit" the tiger adds, finally getting the number right, hearing a ring. "Come one.. pick up... don't tell me he's in the bathroom... fuck!" Just as he comes near screaming, he hears the soft voice of his lover answer the phone with a hello. "Jordan, hun, I need to come over quickly. I have a big problem and Im not sure what I should do." he tells. "Sure, I'll be waiting" Jordan tells Kevin, sensing something different in his boyfriend's voice, but nothing to be worried over. Now the hard part... getting to Jordan's. Kevin shrugs and guesses the only possible way - through the woods. The anthropomorphic tiger makes his way out the window and into the backyard, disappearing into the night forest. "Shit.. I hope no one saw me." he tells himself, dashing through the woods like never before. His senses were alive and tingling tonight. His changes were not simply cosmetic, as he soon realized. His speed had nearly quadrupled, and he wasn't breaking the least bit of a sweat as he navigated the forest. His eyes scanning all around, some how able to see clearing through the dark. He arrived. Stepping into the clearing he sneaks over to Jordan's window, which happened to be the only one on the back of the house. Kevin lifts a paw and taps the window with a retracted claw, quickly ducking under afterwards. Jordan promptly answered the window and looked around. "Kev, are you out there?" he calls. "I'm here, open the window." Jordan does so, seeing something moving in his bushes. Kevin peers out enough to speak, looking at Jordan from the pitch black border of yard and woods. "Go into your room and turn around. Close your eyes too, please." he ordered. Jordan obeyed, not sure what Kevin was up to, but did so anyways. The feline made his way to the window and stepped through, closing it. He sensed Jordan about to turn and places a hand on his shoulder "Don't." Kevin removes his hand after his boyfriend nods. He steps behind him and wraps his arms around Kevin's Jordan's waste, holding him close. "Hun, no matter what happens, I want you to promise me that when you turn around, you wont scream." The teenager nods and the tiger takes a step back. Jordan turns round and freezes, looking at the Siberian with fear in his eyes. He stumbles back, and into the wall, sliding down slowly. "Hun, Its me.... Kev..." the tiger proclaims, walking towards the boy. "D...dont come near me..." he says in response. Shivering, but reverts as he tiger lifts him up, looking at him eye to eye. "This is me... Jordan... I see it now.. and you will understand soon enough." Jordan simply nodded to the tiger man. They sat on the edge of the bed together. The felines arm draped over Jordan who was still recovering from the initial shock and terror. His ears perk as he begins explaining. "My motor is shot, so I went to the library to get a service manual. I came upon a weird room, and found a strange book. I checked it out and brought it home... long story short, I recited a passage and was transformed." he explains. "What did it say?" Jordan asks, curious now and fully relaxed. "It mentioned animal spirits.." he replies. The feline pulls the human into a tight hug, wrapping his fuzzy arms around him as his head rests on his shoulder. "I don't know what to do.." Kevin tells. "We'll think of something..... my you are very soft" Jordan tells his tiger boyfriend, getting a purr from him which the Siberian began instinctively. The feline leans back, closing his eyes as his boyfriend rubs his chest. Slowly but surely, Jordan nears his groin. The tiger wore nothing at all, and his dripping red tip began to show from the new sheath that had appeared during the transformation. Jordan looks up for approval, stating "You look like you need some release.." "M..maybe" he answers, feeling embarrassed, though it feels right. "You wouldn't feel weird... maybe... playing in your new body? After all... we were going to have some fun tonight... and I was kind of looking forward to it." Something in the felines mind thought it was weird, but he could no longer tell anymore. Having a sudden urge to mate, he nods and lies the boy back down onto the bed, spreading him out... A sharp claw tugs at the elastic pants waste, pulling them down, followed by the boxers. It appeared his mate was ready for some action as well. Chuckling to see him rock hard. By now his own cock was fully hard and throbbing. It looked no bigger than nine and one half inches long, with small barbs all over the shaft. After inspecting his new penis, he moves forward, leaning between his mate's legs. The felines cold lips touch his mate's, kissing him passionately as they always do. The difference was that he was now an anthropic tiger. They both had been furies for years, so naturally this was far more than a dream come true. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, the tiger sits back, holding his still dripping cock, rubbing the pointed tip against his boyfriend's anus. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he questions, thinking he may hurt his lover, and not wanting to do that. Jordan nods in silence, giving the tiger the go ahead. The great Siberian moves forward, pressing his cock tip against the tight anal ring, sliding it in with ease. Now, they were now strangers to anal sex, but this was a completely new experience. The moment a few barbs entered his hole, Jordan begin whimpering "Oww.. they are rubbing my insides....ngh....but keep going... stay slow hun." The tiggy nods once more, sliding in inch by inch until he feels his balls resting against his lover's ass. He leans down and nuzzles his chest, purring like a freight train in his pleasure. His tail twitching in the air as he pants and allows his mate to get used to his girth. Jordan closes his eyes, laying back on a dark blue pillow to rest. When ready, he tells the feline "Go on, man." The big cat obliges, pulling his cock out to the head before sliding it back insides. The humans tight insides massaged his member, squeezing it tight with his spinchter. He continued this slow and painful course before the first bead of sweat fell. The felines pleasured moans begin to turn to growls. "Ngh.... that's it...mate me" his boyfriend tells him, though, he doesn't hear. The tiger begins pumping his hips at a rapid pace, slapping his large heavy balls against him which slightly tickled the teenager, but it was merely a slight feeling. Too overwhelmed by the blunt and sensitive barbs pulling against his insides to notice much. The muscular anthropic begins panting lowered, lowering himself as his trusts get more violent. Having to hold his mate's ankles to keep him from sliding down to bed. Minutes past, and even an hour before the sweaty, smelling animal inside Jordan's hole begin to quiver. He stopped in mid trust and leaned over, biting into Jordan's arm to prevent a roar from following as he hilted himself. A torrent of tiger cum pours into the humans well stretched hole. Hot tiger seed planting itself deep inside his boyfriend's guts. His cock pressed hard against his prostate, coating it along with his inner walls each time his cock throbbed. Spitting more come. The tiger collapsed just as Jordan moaned, hitting his own orgasm, shooting a few ropes of cum on his chest which the feline landed on. Jordan's eyes stayed closed as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but it was removed by the soft embrace of his kitty lover. His hands softly rubbed his back as they sat in afterglow of their orgasm. The Siberians huge cock still impailed inside his asshole, but he wanted it there. He felt so peaceful, so in tune with his mate. This was how it was meant to be... him and his tiger. Together as one being. His thoughts began to fog as both slipped into a peaceful sleep... Kevin awoke the next morning, laying on his side, feeling something cold. His eyes opened to find himself still inside, but wrapped around a large anthro lizard! It was gray with a long tail. The end was tight around his ankle, sqeezing lightly. A familiar voice came to his ears as the creature turned, kissing the felines lips. "Good morning Kevin" JORDAN said... * * *
To be continued? If I get enough replies, I will make a second, or even start a series. I would love your comments, be they flames or compliments. Contact me at [email protected]