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The Stripe

By Danath [email protected] danath.sofurry.com

Commissioned by and characters (c) Boo3

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"Half the payment has been transferred to your account. You'll get the rest when I get what I want."

"Why's it worth so much to you anyways? Mebbe I'll just keep it for myself!"

"No, Captain, you won't. You'll fulfill your end of the bargain."

"How are you so sure, landlubber?"

"We have a Combine contract, Captain. And you know what happens to people who cross the Combine."

* * *

Joseph gripped his pencil loosely as he sketched the idyllic forest scene in front of him. It was late in the summer and the leaves were just beginning to change colors; the air was cool, but not cold; and the sun shone down through the canopy above, sparkling on the stream that ran a few dozen feet away from where he sat.

Joseph J. Johnson, comic book artist. Independent stuff. He liked doing crazy science fiction and fantasy stories, even some magical realism. He played in the major genres, but his work was often a mix of themes and imagery. He'd turned down offers from marketing teams for Team Voltage and Mistress K to work on their comic book lines in favor of his own stuff. Joseph, or Jojo, to his friends, had never really got into the superhero comic books. What was the point, when they were really out there flying around? He remembered the meeting with Team Voltage when he'd turned them down. The lead, what was his name? Cranium, that was it. Beefy Dalmatian. He'd looked disappointed.

Jojo stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He liked going to the woods to sketch out backgrounds he could use later in his strips. A few tweaks and this normal temperate forest would become an alien world teeming with strange life. It was a nice way to spend an evening. Out in the woods with nothing but peace and quiet as company.

Although tonight he had more company than he expected. He heard shouts and calls from nearby, quickly approaching, and got to his feet. The noises didn't sound like hikers.

Jojo's eyes went wide when a dozen or so people streamed out of the trees towards the small clearing where he'd been sitting. He stood behind a tree, peeking out, as they approached. They were all women of various sizes, shapes, and races, but each and every one of them was dressed as a swashbuckling, down-and-dirty pirate. One of them even carried a cutlass in her mouth. The biggest was a bear, almost seven feet tall, with a black headband above her eyes and a leather harness strapping in her breasts. Pistols hung at her sides.

He'd never seen them in person, but he immediately recognized them as henchmen... or rather, henchwomen... for Captain Dagger.

That wasn't good. Captain Dagger was one of the more ruthless villains that plagued the world, especially his home city. Bank robberies, blackmail, and general swashbuckling were favorite pastimes of Captain Dagger. She did her best work on land, funnily enough, but not many people laughed when her huge, flying pirate ship appeared in the sky overhead.

Speaking of... a shadow fell across the forest and Jojo looked up. The keel of the massive ship moved across the top of the trees almost directly overhead. Crew members tossed ladders over the sides and climbed down, jumping off to land on the ground less than a few dozen feet from where Jojo hid behind the tree.

"Spread out! It's not here yet, but it's on its way!" one of the female pirates called out.

Jojo watched as they moved closer. He decided to make a break for it. If he dove into the stream, he could probably hide his scent and swim away...

"Don't move, little man."

Something sharp dug into Joseph's backside and he looked over his shoulder into the leering face of a hyena. The dagger pricked his back and he tried to pull away, but a heavy paw and sharp claws kept him in place.

"Call the captain! I found a landlubber spyin' on us!" she called out. The cackle of laughter that followed nearly deafened Joseph and he winced.

Several of the other pirates ran over. One of the humans on the crew smiled nastily as she walked up to him, drawing her sword as she approached. She stuck the tip under his chin, forcing his head up.

"A spy, huh? Who are you working for, scum?" she demanded.

Jojo twisted, trying not to get stabbed in the back or have his throat cut.

"I'm not a spy!"

The hyena grabbed his sketchpad and tossed it to another pirate. The wolf licked her lips as she flipped through the pages.

"He's drawing the trees!" she spat. She turned the paper left, right, and upside down. "He ain't very good at it. These trees look pretty funny!"

"Here comes the captain!"

The three pirates fell silent and turned their heads to watch the nearest ladder. The ship descended a few more feet as a black-haired human climbed down, resplendent in a dark red longcoat. A leather harness full of bullets crossed over her chest. Perched on her head was a tricorn hat, beat up and ragged.

Captain Dagger had a fearsome look to go along with her fearsome reputation. Although beautiful, her smile could freeze water.

"Well, well, well... what have we here, ladies?"

"A spy, ma'am. Lookit this - he's been drawing!"

Captain Dagger rolled her eyes after giving the papers a cursory glance.

"Oh, please. He's obviously just a poor little innocent out for a walk in the woods."

Joseph didn't nod. He couldn't, not with the point of a cutlass stuck under his chin.

Captain Dagger's harness held up her large breasts perfectly; the shirt underneath was cut low to reveal plenty of cleavage. Tight black stockings wrapped around her long, shapely legs. She stared at Joseph contemptuously and spat. The glob of brown spittle and chewing tobacco landed a few inches from his shoe.

"He's nobody. But he could provide some amusement while we wait. What's your name, boy?"

The sword bit into Joseph's Adam's apple, preventing a response.

"Hhhcccchhh..."

Captain Dagger twitched her small finger and both the hyena's dagger and human's sword eased off fractionally.

"Jo... Joseph!" he gasped.

"Well, Jo-Joseph, you are possibly the most unlucky man in the world, do you know that?"

Captain Dagger leaned in close, pushing her chest up so Joseph couldn't help but stare at it.

"Have you heard of me before, Jo-Joseph?"

"You're Captain Dagger," Joseph said, sounding more calm than he felt.

"And you know my gang of pirates, the Pearl Princesses?"

The hyena cackled under her breath and sniffed Joseph's ear. The human with the sword on his other side poked at his ribs.

"Yes, I do."

"Hmm... the girls could use some entertainment..."

"Long walks in the woods at evening aren't doing it for them anymore?"

The backhand made Joseph stagger. He reached for his burning cheek, but the hyena grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind his back.

"Silence!" Captain Dagger said. She smiled viciously. "You'll speak when spoken to. It's good you have a sense of humor, though. Maybe you'll find my first mate funny. She loves a good joke." She turned her attention to a parrot standing a few feet away. "Octavia!"

"Yes 'm?"

Captain Dagger glanced at Joseph. "Am I correct to assume, First Mate, that we are in need of a new cabin boy?"

The parrot strutted over, feathered arms at her sides. She dressed in a pair of leather shorts and a mesh vest that wouldn't prevent her from using her wings. Her large beak came within a few inches of Joseph's face; the point, he knew, could do considerable damage. He'd seen it on the news a few months previously after Captain Dagger went after a local bank.

"Yes, ma'am. The girls accidentally broke the last one. Again."

The hyena's cackle echoed in Joseph's ear again. Her breath was hot and foul.

"Well, then, it seems we have a replacement. He has a sense of humor, so I'd like you to fix that right away. Shanghai him, ladies!"

The hyena and the human wooped as they frog-marched Joseph towards the ship. Joseph struggled and kicked, managing to break free of the human, then twisted out of the hyena's grasp, leaving a few deep cuts in his arm. Before he could run, however, Captain Dagger had her hand on his throat. Her long nails dug into his skin as she lifted him into the air with one arm, leaving his legs dangling.

"Seems you need to learn a little chivalry!" she said. The hyena cackled again.

Joseph clutched at her arm, struggling to breath as the deceptively strong pirate captain held him aloft like he weighed nothing at all. His legs kicked uselessly as her hand tightened. His vision turned red, but just as he was about to lose consciousness, a new voice boomed across the tree tops.

"Drop him, Captain Dagger! Give yourself up!"

Dagger's eyes closed briefly and she sighed heavily, as though supremely annoyed.

"I don't have time for you right now, Sampson."

With one smooth movement, the pirate reached for her pistol with her free hand and blindly fired behind her. Joseph watched over her shoulder, eyes bulging, as a small red squirrel in a black costume dodged out of the way. He was familiar, too - Joseph had seen him on the news several times. A minor hero with limited powers, but known to be relentless in his pursuit of various villains. His name was Sprocket and he was known to supplement his ability to fly and his quickness with various technological gadgets.

"You can't hit what you can't see, villain!"

Sprocket's tail uncurled, streaming behind him as he dive-bombed the pirate captain, moving too quickly for Joseph to follow. Captain Dagger, however, whirled around and bodily threw herself to the side. Joseph went tumbling head over heels in the leaves, ending up on his back and shoulders against a large tree nearby.

"Get that squirrel!"

Pirates streamed out of the woods as Joseph coughed. Hopefully nothing was broken. He pulled himself around, getting himself onto his stomach, and clutched the ground as he watched Sprocket dive among the pirates, dodging nets and pistol shots, occasionally delivering a high-speed blow or kick to various heads and backs, sending pirates sprawling over each other as they tried to follow his rapid movements.

A pair of thin, bright green bird legs appeared in front of Jojo's face. He looked up to see Octavia staring down at him. If a bird's beak could leer, Octavia was. A wing reached down and hauled him to his feet.

"Where do you think you're going, pretty boy?"

The parrot tossed Joseph casually over her shoulder and stalked back over to the captain, who was trying to give directions to her hapless crew.

"No, no! Surround him! Don't spread out! Group! Group! Idiots! Rrraaaghhhh!" Her cry of rage echoed through the woods.

"Captain."

"What?" Dagger whirled around, fury in her eyes. When she saw Octavia, she seemed to remember why they were here in the first place. "How long?"

"Less than five minutes."

"Get him" - she spat again - "on the ship. Load the cannons! I want that squirrel dead before it gets here!"

Joseph's belly lurched and his stomach felt like it went into his shoes when Octavia erupted into flight. He was over a dozen feet off the ground before he realized she wasn't holding onto him and he grabbed at her neck so he wouldn't fall.

"You pull one feather and I'll kill you before we land," she said. Somehow, her sing-song voice was even more menacing than Captain Dagger's. Joseph knew that a first mate in the vicious pirate's crew would have to be tough to survive. He nodded and grabbed his wrist with his other arm, hanging loosely from the parrot as she flew up towards the ship. Both parrot and human turned their heads upwards as a bright light suddenly illuminated the evening sky. Something small hurtled towards the ship.

"There! There!" came the shouts and calls from the mass of pirates on the ground and others on the ship. Several had telescopes out to track the object as it came closer, moving at a high rate of speed.

Octavia dropped to the deck and shoved Joseph away. He sprawled onto his backside, but most of the pirates ignored him to focus on the incoming object.

"Octavia... are we tracking it?"

Captain Dagger's voice came through a small radio the parrot carried on her hip.

"Yes, ma'am. Incoming at 20 degrees starboard."

"Move the ship out of its path. I'm coming back on board."

Octavia barked orders to the other crew members. The huge ship slowly turned, showing its broadside to the meteor, which blazed brighter and brighter the closer it came.

"Captain on deck!"

Octavia threw a quick salute to Captain Dagger as Joseph scrambled towards the side of the ship. If he could just get a ladder... something to get him off the ship...

He pulled himself up to the railing and looked over, down the ladder. A blast of familiar bad breath hit him in the face and the hyena who'd threatened him with a dagger earlier cackled into his face.

"Going somewhere, boy?" she growled.

Her fist came up, knocking him under the jaw and sending him flying onto his backside.

"Owwww..."

"Incoming!"

"Watch out!"

"Course changed! Coming straight at us, Captain!"

"Move us out of its way! Now!"

Shouts and curses filled the air as the dazed Joseph lay on his back, arms spread, trying to pull his confused thoughts back together. Why was it so bright out? Desperate shouts sounded slow and deep in Jojo's ringing ears.

"Brace for impact!"

"Hull breach!"

"Hard to port!"

* * *

The night sky was full of stars. Jojo stared up at them. He liked watching the sky. It was getting late, though, and though he'd had a good nap...

Jojo sat up quickly. It hadn't been a dream. Captain Dagger had captured him, then Sprocket had appeared, and then... then what?

Jojo blinked and rubbed his forehead as he looked around. He was in a hole in the ground about five feet deep. He was covered in loose dirt and plant matter. The last thing he could remember was a bright light as something fell out of the sky towards the pirate ship. And where had his shirt gone? His pants were singed and blackened around the waist as well, though his skin was unblemished.

The dizziness faded as he stood and reached for the edges of the hole. He peeked over the edge carefully first, checking for Captain Dagger. There were no signs of the pirates, but a familiar red squirrel floated down to the ground near the hole. Sprocket smiled at Jojo and reached out with his paw to help the human out of the pit.

"Easy... easy..."

Once he was out of the hole, Jojo sat heavily on the grass, breathing hard. He felt exhausted, but he still smiled at Sprocket.

Sprockets grinned back, showing off a large pair of teeth in the front.

"Captain Dagger was pissed! So, what's your name?"

"Joseph." The human looked around warily. "They're gone?"

"Yes, they're gone." The squirrel pulled a small wand from one of the many pouches on his utility belt. "I didn't mean your real name. Your superhero name."

"My... what? I don't have one. I'm not a... a superhero."

The squirrel regarded him with an appraising look as he waved the wand around Joseph's head. "You sure? Not many could take a beating like that without a scratch."

"I'm a... a cartoonist. I write comic books."

"Joseph... Joseph... hmm..." A spark went off in the squirrel's eyes. "Joseph Johnson? You're Joseph Johnson?"

"Uh... yeah?"

"Hey, your last book was pretty good! Not as good as Inside Out, but good! Pleased to meet you!"

Joseph fell onto his back again. Of all the improbable things, he'd been saved by a fan? A superhero fan?

"You're... Sprocket?" he asked.

"Yup! Also known by my given name, Sampson. I guess it's a good thing I came by. I thought you were a civvy, but then after you went through the ship I figured you had to be a supe running a con on Daggers."

"No, I'm no supe."

Joseph studied Sprocket. The squirrel wore a black, form-fitting fabric and a silver utility belt. Red fur covered what parts of him were visible. His logo was a curled-over red squirrel's tail.

"Like the suit? New model. Electro-fabric hardens when I run a current through it. Stops small arms and knives pretty well and if I do this..." Sprocket stood and stretched his arms. He barely came up to Joseph's chest. The suit hardened around him and, with his arms outstretched, formed a nice gliding mechanism. The fabric relaxed and Sprocket grinned.

"Uh... very cool," Joseph said, unsure how to respond. "Listen, I really appreciate your help. You saved me from Daggers. I don't even want to know what they had planned. But I really just want to go home right now."

"Of course. I'll drop you off." The squirrel helped Joseph onto his feet. "I've got a shirt you can have, too. In my car."

"Car" was a slightly accurate term for the squirrel's ride. It was a hovercopter, able to zip and whiz about almost as nimbly as Sprocket himself could. Joseph accepted the shirt - which Sprocket pulled from a box labeled "Fan Club Merch" in the backseat - and pulled it on before putting on the seat belt.

"Here we go!"

The ride was uneventful, even if it made Joseph's head spin. The squirrel liked his speed. They landed on the front yard of Joseph's modest house in the outer suburbs of the city - the twenty-minute walk took only two in the hovercopter.

"Thank you, again."

"No problem. Here's my card. Call me if you... uh... need any help."

Joseph nodded and took Sprocket's card. "Thanks. Hopefully I won't. I mean, I know you could help, but I mean, I don't want it. I mean, I don't need it. I think. But thank you. Sorry!"

Joseph clamped his jaw shut before he could say anything else stupid. Sprocket just grinned and waved as he gunned the engine and launched back into the air. Several of his neighbor's porch lights came on and a few people walked out onto the sidewalk to watch the hovercopter speed away.

Face burning, Joseph hurried inside, ignoring the glances of his neighbors.

What a day. Without bothering to change, Joseph stumbled towards his bed and collapsed into the covers, asleep in moments.

* * *

When he woke up in the morning, Joseph felt surprisingly refreshed, though his dreams - or at least, the few fragments of his dreams he could remember - were odd. He stretched his arms above his head, enjoying the sunlight shining in through the window. Jojo shuddered when he realized he was sporting an erection, but then, morning wood was common. He just felt... good. He hadn't slept so well in a long time.

He tried to remember his dreams. They'd been strange. Shivers of electrical pleasure made him gasp and his erection jerk. Flashes of images: a thick orange tail, splashes of white fluids, happy people writhing around on the grass in the woods... it was very strange. The memories of the dreams were fading quickly, though, and Jojo focused on the warm sun instead, stretching out every limb once more as the rays warmed his naked body.

It was Saturday. He didn't keep regular hours, but he never worked on the weekend. He lazed on the bed for half an hour or so before reluctantly getting up only once his stomach growled. Normally he wouldn't eat a large breakfast, but the moment he started frying bacon and eggs, he realized he was starving. Probably all the excitement from the other day, he figured, as he poured pancake batter. He ended up eating a dozen pancakes, at least as many eggs, and the entire package of bacon. He'd never been so ravenous. When his stomach was finally full, he leaned back in the chair and belched, hands on his stomach. He felt much better, though his erection had only gotten worse. This was some persistent morning wood.

He moved into the living room-slash-office where his computer was and read the morning's news online, wondering if perhaps he'd made it. Superheroes and supervillains were alike in at least one way: they all craved publicity. Surprisingly, there was nothing about Captain Dagger invading the park.

The doorbell rang. One of his neighbors stood on his porch looking slightly cross. Jojo awkwardly leaned around the door, trying to keep his bulging pants out of site. He was still rock hard.

"Hey, we didn't appreciate getting woken up in the middle of the night, you know."

"Uh... sorry."

"What was it all about?"

Joseph struggled not to roll his eyes. Nosy neighbors. Great.

"Nothing. I just got a lift from... a friend. That's all."

"A friend?" The neighbor's glance shifted to Joseph's "OFFICIAL SPROCKET THE SQUIRREL ROCKET FAN CLUB" shirt.

"Yeah. Sorry, I have to go."

Before his neighbor could say another word, Joseph closed the door. He waited a few minutes for his porch to clear before heading back to his computer. Neighbors. Just what he needed.

Slumping into his computer chair, he pulled his shirt up and glanced at his chest. No marks. No nothing. His chest hair was a little singed, but otherwise, he was fine. Even the scratches on his arm from the hyena weren't as deep as he'd initially thought. What a crazy day.

At least it was over. A few minutes later, he was checking his email and looking at his favorite websites, like he'd do on any other Saturday. His resolve to forget all about his encounter with Captain Dagger worked. Nothing he could do about it anyways - if he tried to report that the pirate leader attempted to kidnap him for who knows what, the cops would laugh in his face. They knew not to mess with the villains.

Eventually Joseph checked in on the art site he frequented - and, under a pseudonym, frequently contributed to. He didn't know what else to do with himself... his thoughts kept turning towards lewd and sexual ideas. His erection was persistent, not having let up an inch. Maybe indulging his fetish for certain kinds of artwork and photography would help. He grinned as he browsed through recent submissions featuring a variety of species - horses, felines, humans, and others - depicted in various acts and poses. All had female figures with the exception of generally enormous male equipment hanging between their legs. Joseph felt his arousal build as he scrolled through the pictures.

A heat built between his legs as his eyes scanned the pictures. His erection pulsed and he sucked in a few breaths. He felt good... very good... and the more aroused he got, the better he felt. Plus, there were some good pictures this morning he hadn't seen before. He grinned to himself and reached between his legs. No better way to relax on a lazy Saturday, he decided.

A few minutes later, he had his pants off and his hand around his cock. He gasped at the sensations, familiar, if a little strong. He focused on the screen, grunting to himself as he worked his erection. He was of average size - average most everything - but for some reason his fingers were having trouble getting all the way around today.

He tore his gaze away from the screen and a particularly naughty picture of a busty herm canine in the middle of a well-hung-horse sandwich to look at his lap. And nearly fell out of his chair.

His cock was definitely bigger. It filled his hand and then some. Girth and length, both increased. He would have felt dread, but it felt so good... a long, low moan rushed from his lips as he looked back at the screen. Both hands went to his lap as the moan continued. The noise began to tremble, vibrate, and lowered in volume. Joseph's eyes lidded over as the pleasure increased and the volume of the moan grew. Soon, he was letting loose a full-throated purr of pleasure.

His cock twitched in his hands, fat and hard against his palms. Pre-cum slicked the length, rolled down the shiny flesh, dripping over his plump nuts and dropping onto the carpet below. He curled his bare toes into the carpet, kneading the fabric, and leaned back, hips pushing up.

Had it ever felt like this? His deep purring continued as he stared at the picture of the canine, fixating his gaze on her heavy breasts, her thick cock, and the two equine shafts impaling her from either end. That was hot. And his cock felt so good. He wanted to keep this up for a while. Oohhhh... yes...

His hiss of pleasure cut off his purr as he leaned over, groaning deeply. His cock throbbed, spilling ropes of pre-cum over his hands. He was leaking far more than he'd ever shot in a regular cum before and it was feeling even better than before. The chair tipped back and he spread his legs, panting with arousal as precum rolled out of his tip and dripped onto his lower belly, just below the edge of the Sprocket Fan Club t-shirt.

Another kind of pressure built up in Joseph's head. His teeth felt funny. He licked his lips, then paused and licked his lips again. That wasn't right. It felt like there was some kind of crevice in his upper lip. His hands didn't leave his cock, however, as his tongue ran back and forth. Something thin and long pushed against his tongue. That was even stranger. It felt like there were four or five of the things sprouting from his face on either side of his nose.

He leaned forward and lurched to his feet. No matter how good he felt right now, with both hands still firmly wrapped around his oversized cock, he had to see what was happening.

The face he saw in the mirror was not his own. Well, it was. But it wasn't.

A human nose sat above a bifurcated upper lip. Two pairs of whiskers sprouted from either side. His tongue, now longer and more flexible, had small barbs on the tip, like a feline's would. As he stared at himself in the mirror, still eagerly stroking his arousal, unable to stop, his nose turned a pale pink and drew up as his cheeks pushed out. Within moments, his mouth had turned into a muzzle.

A distinctly feline muzzle.

Unbidden, he remembered the previous day. The bright light on the pirate ship. Details came through his fuzzy memory. The light was orange... bright orange... but there were swirls of black across it, especially once it got closer... Jojo closed his eyes, struggling to remember as pleasure coursed through his body. Black and orange... like a meteor of some kind... and it hit him...

"Oh, no..."

Patches of dark orange fur sprouted above his eyes. White fur grew in quickly around his mouth, hiding his skin, which darkened to a deep black hue before disappearing under the spreading fur. His brown eyes blinked; when they opened, nictating eyelids and oval pupils stared back at him.

"No... no... no!"

Despite his agony at what he was seeing, Joseph couldn't stop his hands, even as he felt unusual bumps on his palms caressing his length. His arms thickened as the fur grew in and he realized his biceps were filling out. He gasped, body twitching and jerking. He fell forward against the counter, hips pumping steadily into his hands, even as they became more and more like paws. His muzzle opened and he saw the sharp white teeth of a predator in his mouth. The face was his, but it was so strange...

Another burst of pleasure made him stumble backwards into the door of the bathroom's closet. He felt the wall behind him move, only to realize it wasn't the wall moving. It was his body growing. He watched himself in the mirror, unable to process what was happening, as a pair of furry orange ears, lined on the inside with white, swiveled around and lay flat against his head, which now reached almost to the top of the doorjamb.

More fur came in quickly under his shirt, which stretched across his newly enlarged chest. It pulled up as he became bigger - the large was now much too small for him. His exposed belly was hard, with abdominal muscles easily able to form ridges in the layer of thick white fur coating them. He continued to work his hands over his cock - it felt better and better by the moment. He'd never experienced such lust.

With a growl, the former human dropped to his knees and bent over. A momentary sharpness made him cry out, but within a few minutes, it was gone, leaving behind a large and furry striped tail.

A tiger's tail.

Shaking with pleasure, Joseph rolled onto his backside on the floor of the bathroom. The cool tiles helped the growing heat he felt inside of him as the shirt began to stretch again, this time outwards. He moaned as the fabric rubbed on his sensitive nipples and lifted his head to stare as a pair of breasts - heavy, huge, awe-inspiring breasts - stretched the logo of the grinning squirrel in the middle until Sprocket looked like he was melting.

It was several more minutes before hir breasts finished. Joseph shuddered and dragged a paw away from hir cock to feel them. They were firm and warm and felt so good... hir nipples ached as shi dragged hir claws over the cloth.

Another kind of pleasure invaded hir senses moments later. Beneath hir swollen, grapefruit-sized testicles, shi could feel something different. A few fingers quickly determined it was a female sex. That was definitely new, and the pleasure it sent rushing up hir spine made hir head spin. One paw on hir cock, one paw vigorously investigating hir virgin pussy, and hir hips thrusting wildly into the air... pre-cum rained down around hir as the wildly endowed feline's lips pulled back in a snarl of lust.

"Mmmmmhhhhh!"

Shi struggled not to yowl as hir female sex gave off pleasure and heat in equal measure. Hir sticky fingers slid in deeper, four of them, exploring the depth. Hir cock flopped against hir belly as hir other paw went back to hir breasts, squeezing them through the strained shirt. The fat tip reached all the way to the undersides of the huge swells, spurting clear pre-cum into the tiger's white chest fur. Hir thighs flexed, then hir belly, then hir arms, demonstrating greatly increased muscle mass. Shi was, in a word, built.

Jojo groaned again, deep and low, ending with a long and satisfied purr. The purr abruptly turned into a squeak when an orgasm made hir stiffen. The paw between hir legs was immediately soaked with fresh honey; the other paw already full of warm pre-cum.

Shi wasn't sure how long shi lay there, groaning and writhing, masturbating hir new body as furiously as shi could. Hir tail lashed back and forth and hir foot kicked, putting several holes in the drywall. Hir head went back and broke through the door of the cabinet under the sink, but it didn't hurt. The tiger's pussy erupted again, sending jolts of pleasure through hir entire large figure.

At this point, Joseph didn't care if shi was a tiger or a herm or anything. Shi felt far, far too good to care. Shi leaned up and spread hir legs, working hir fingers under hir balls rapidly. Hir cock shoved its way through hir breasts, going under the shirt, to emerge just below hir muzzle. The scent was good. Without thinking, shi opened hir lips and spread them around the tip.

More pleasure. Bursts of lush, pleasant feelings made the feline purr deep in hir oversized chest. Hir cock spit white cream, shaking and throbbing, cumming as it never had before. Jojo closed hir eyes as hot tiger cream flooded hir muzzle, spilling over hir thick black lips and rolling down hir chin, making even more of a mess of hir huge breasts.

Shi lost count of how many times hir pussy came; it was all a blur, orgasm after orgasm running together. It was several hours before shi was able to finally lay back, satisfied. Shi'd sucked hirself off half a dozen times and used hir paws for half a dozen more, each climax as intense as the last. The bathroom was a mess; the mirror was covered in a glaze of sticky seed along with everything else.

Sharp black claws scraped over the edge of the vanity as shi hauled hirself onto hir feet. Shi had to stoop to see hirself in the mirror - shi was half a foot too tall for it. A large tiger head stared back at hir above a pair of breasts struggling to escape the now far-too-tiny shirt wrapping around the giant globes. Hir belly was hard, narrow, leading to a wide pair of hips. A solid male member as long as hir forearm draped over the sink, still pumping cream out by the cupful. Thick and powerful thighs squeezed at hir nuts as shi felt hir new pussy throb between them, leaking warm honey down hir legs. The tiger's shapely calves flexed as shi moved back, trying to see hirself fully in the too-small mirror. Shi turned around and grinned over hir shoulder. Hir backside rippled with muscle, shifting the black stripes around on hir orange fur. Hir rump twitched beneath the massive, fluffy tail, each half a solid block of muscle, firm to the touch.

It may not have been what Jojo expected, or what shi wanted, but now that shi had it... shi didn't really mind. Hir cock twitched, as though agreeing with the unspoken thought.

Shower. That's what shi needed. A nice, hot shower. Hir cock thickened noticeably at the idea.

Before shi could turn on the water, however, the doorbell rang. Neighbors! A snarl lit up hir face, crinkling hir muzzle. Cum squirted between hir toes as shi stomped out of the bathroom and into the front hall. The tiger left white size 18 footprints behind hir.

Reaching the door, shi flung it open and roared.

"WHAT?"

Sprocket's whole body launched upwards, an automatic reflex at the shock of seeing the massive, cum-covered herm tiger. His head bonked into the roof of the porch and he crashed back down, knocking over several chairs on the side and a table.

"Holy shit!"

"Sprocket!"

The squirrel stopped trying to climb out of his own skin.

"Sprocket! It's me! Joseph!"

The small male settled down onto the floorboards slowly, eyes regarding the hyper-sexed feline with distrust.

"The last time I checked, Joseph was a human male. Not... uh... you."

"The light!" Jojo slapped hir forehead. Of course. Mysterious light from the heavens crashes into a pirate ship. And now shi was a tiger. It was a classic superhero origin story. "The light, Sprocket! It did this to me!"

"The light? Oh! The meteor! I was coming by to tell you about it. I studied it overnight because I wanted to know what Dagger was up to out there in the first place."

The squirrel pulled several instruments from his utility belt. He waved them over Jojo's heaving chest and checked the readings.

"Meteor?" Jojo asked.

"Yeah... some kind of funky alien meteor... wow... off the charts... it must have infused... with the reaction..." The squirrel kept muttering to himself. Jojo realized shi was standing half out of hir house in the middle of the day with a chubby.

"Come inside!"

Sprocket yelped as shi grabbed his shoulder and dragged him in.

"I'm, uh, going to take a shower. I had an interesting morning," shi said.

Sprocket nodded. "Uh... okay... I'll just analyze these readings... it looks like whatever hit the ship hit you directly... maybe if I can isolate the frequency of..."

Sprocket's words trailed off as he stared at hir oversized chest, where the stretched and distorted image of the squirrel's own face was covered with a healthy dollop of partially-dried tiger cum.

Embarrassed, Jojo turned and headed down the hallway, using hir tail to hide hir rear from the squirrel's gaze. When shi got out of the shower, Sprocket was in the kitchen. A few empty boxes of spaghetti noodles were on the counter. The squirrel set a large bowl of spaghetti and sauce on the counter in front of hir.

"Couldn't find clothes that fit?" he asked.

Jojo nodded. Shi had a bathrobe wrapped around hir midsection, but it didn't even stretch enough to cover hir engorged nipples, each a bit bigger than a coffee mug. The bottom of the bathrobe didn't even reach past hir bulbous testicles. Shi'd considered wrapping hirself in hir blankets, but that would have looked just as ridiculous.

"So. I have good news. You're healthy."

Jojo sat down and reached for the bowl of spaghetti. "I'm starving. How did you know?"

"Your readings," he said. "Massive energy consumption. You're gonna be eating a lot from now on. Carbs are good. Plenty of protein. Your metabolism will even out in a few days, from the looks of it."

"What happened?"

"No idea."

"But you said..."

"I said you're healthy. As far as I can tell, you're a prime specimen of feline, just larger and quite, uh, well-endowed," Sprocket said, moving to sit next to the tiger at the kitchen counter. "Well, super-feline, anyways."

The tiger nearly choked on a large forkful of spaghetti. "Super?"

"If my readings are correct, you've probably got level 2 powers." There was a note of jealousy in the squirrel's voice.

Every superhero had a rating from five, the lowest, to one, the highest. Common knowledge had it that the higher the level, the more powerful a person was. Normal people with exceptional intelligences were fives. Sprocket was probably a three or four. To be a two...

Level 1 superheroes and supervillains were rarely seen. The last known level 1 famously disappeared 50 years ago while saving the planet from an alien invasion.

"So what are you going to do now?" Sprocket asked. "You have to register. You may get assigned a villain by the Combine."

The Combine. Bad Guys, Incorporated, in other words. They kept the villains in line. No use in a hundred different people taking over the world all at once. They wanted control, not chaos. They didn't really assign superheroes their arch-enemies, but they assigned resources to different villains to help fight superheroes.

"Not interested. No thank you."

Jojo didn't stop eating.

"You'll need a superhero name, too."

"Absolutely not!" Jojo thumped the counter, putting a hairline crack in it. "Shit."

Sprocket stood. "Sorry."

"It's my fault. Thanks for the spaghetti, by the way."

"No problem. If you like, I can make you up a suit as well."

Jojo sighed. "I don't want to be a superhero!"

"Tough. You've got powers, kitty. Better you accept it now. You don't want to know what happens to renegades. You can live your own life, to a point, but once you got 'em..."

Jojo angrily shoveled a few more fork-loads of spaghetti into hir cavernous muzzle. It wasn't fair. Shi liked looking at pictures and photos, drawing occasionally. Not this!

Shi was about to retort when the ceiling exploded inward, raining debris around hir and the squirrel.

"Attention! We know you have the meteor! We demand you give it back!"

Jojo recognized the voice, which boomed over the house through some kind of amplifier. Jojo looked up, lowering her arms. A large black cannonball was embedded in hir fridge. Shi could see a large brown hull through the hole in the roof.

"Oh, fuck that."

Sprocket put his arms back over his head as the tiger launched hirself out of hir chair, sending the spaghetti flying. Shi punched a larger hole in the roof, erupting out of the house and into the sky above.

Pirates crowded the railing of the ship. The Pearl Princesses gawked at the half-naked feline hovering about twenty feet away. Octavia appeared at the railing as well. The parrot's beak dropped.

"Who is that?" the voice on the megaphone screeched. It was Captain Dagger, manning the wheel on the poop deck of the huge ship.

Down below, neighbors ran from their houses into the street, staring upwards at the floating ship. Sirens echoed, coming nearer. Police wouldn't interfere, just evacuate.

"Shi isn't in the registry!" Octavia called.

Jojo's ears twisted around, able to pick up their words easily. So. Super hearing. That was handy.

"You don't recognize your almost cabin boy?" shi called out.

"Of course! The meteor! Captain, the meteor transformed that worthless male!" Octavia shouted.

"Open fire!"

Cannons thundered. Captain Dagger watched as smoke and fire enveloped the floating tiger. Jojo covered hir head with hir arms and dodged as best shi could. Several of the high-speed projectiles caught hir solid blows, knocking hir out of the air. Shi tumbled back through the roof of hir own house into the living room.

Sprocket skidded to a halt at the entrance to the room. He stared at the growling, snarling feline. Shi was hunched over, eyes narrowed, a murderous look on hir face. Hir white bathrobe was singed and blackened; scraps of it floated around hir midsection now, hardly concealing anything.

"Trouble?" Sprocket asked.

"Captain Daggers. They must have tracked you here to find the meteor."

Sprocket grinned. "Looks like we've got a fight on our hands."

Jojo licked hir lips and nodded. Shi curled hir arms around, flexing them against hir heavy breasts. The backside of the bathrobe ripped in half and shi grimaced.

"Whoops."

Tatters of cloth fell away as cannonballs began to rain down on the house. Sprocket dodged several. Jojo reached up with a paw and grunted as shi caught one barehanded and, spinning around with the momentum, flung it back at the ship. There was a satisfying explosion and scream. The tiger grinned at the squirrel.

"So... wanna show me how this works?"

Sprocket nodded. "Looks like you just got a sidekick."

The tiger growled and nodded, then tensed. A moment later, shi was out of the house through a new hole in the sagging roof. Sprocket followed a moment later, hovering behind and slightly below the huge tiger. The ship turned ponderously, lining up the cannons for another barrage.

"Have at them!" Captain Daggers screamed.

As the cannon fire resumed, Jojo licked hir lips. Hir cock twitched. Hir gaze narrowed, focusing on the very attractive pirate captain.

Well, Sprocket could show hir how to fight supervillains. But shi was going to show him how to really fuck them over.

With a roar, the tiger launched hirself towards the pirate ship as a hail of cannonballs whistled past hir ears.

* * *

WILL JOJO DEFEAT CAPTAIN DAGGERS?

WILL SPROCKET BE ABLE TO CREATE FABRIC THAT CAN CONTAIN THE TIGER?

WILL THE INSURANCE COMPANY COVER THE DAMAGE TO THE HOUSE?

Find out next time... on The Stripe!