{"sf1_id":704431,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Mr Smith Finds Room for Two","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4196,"posted_at":"2014-05-13T19:23:00.000Z","tags":["Elf","Fantasy","M/F","Story Progression","Tiger","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/704431-mr-smith-finds-room-for-two","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/704431","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=704431\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#7 of The Life of Diogenes\n\nAs always, if you find I missed a tag, feel free to add it.","content":"\"Hello Madame Voltura. I see you've\nmade friends. Good!\"\"Mistress, I'm so sorry. I, I,\nI...\"                 But the\nelvish looking woman was looking at the two other felines.                 \"How\nlovely are you two! And my, what a big strong handsome tiger you are! Too bad you belong to\nsomeone else. I never took the time to get acquainted with the male of any\nspecies. They are such brutes and pigs in my world.\"                Diogenes\ncleared his throat. He felt like a kid in the candy  jar, having just got caught filching a piece.\nThere was an uncomfortable silence. The woman smiled.                 \"If you\nthink I'm angry, please note that I am not. What would I do if I was? Punish\nyou?\"                Kakhra,\nfiguring someone had to talk, stepped forward. \"We are so very sorry milady. I\nam a denizen of this world, but he is not.\"                She\nlooked a little close at him. \"No? He suits this place well. Do you have a\nname?\"                \"Diogenes\nma'am. Diogenes Smith.\"                \"Smith?\nHow very bland. At least your mother had the grace to give you an unusual first\nname to offset the commonality of your surname.\"                \"And\nyou are?\"                \"Dying.\"                Madame\nVoltura screamed. \"No!\"                \"Oh\nhush dear. We both knew this day would come. It comes for all of us. I was\ncoming to tell you, and to release you if I could.\"                \"Mistress\nno! I'll not have you go!\"                \"I\nwould stay if I could...you know that. But I am what I am. And speaking of that;\nwhat are you exactly Mr. Smith?\"                \"A\nperson?\"                \"Very\nfunny. You seem an anomaly here. Why were you engaged as you were with my\ncreation? I am not angry, mind you. It's nice to see her getting out and\nexploring. But what you three were doing is, as far as I know, impossible.\nTrust me, I have seen others I'd like to bed, even males such as yourself. This\nworld is full of sensuality.\"                \"I\nreally can't answer that properly. Kakhra is my creation. I came here... Well, I\ndon't know. I have no idea what happened to me in real life. Before, I only\never came here when dreaming. But it was never this real before. And I can do\nthings.'                \"What\nthings?\"                Kakhra\nblurted it out. \"He can free us for our commitments to our creators, he can\nmodify this world and all in it as he wishes, and he can even control other\ncreators!\"                \"Control\nother creators? This is not good.\"                \"Why\nnot?\" he demanded.                \"You\nsilly, stupid man. This world is only a dream, no matter how real you make it\nseem. People come here for many reasons. Sometimes those reaons are pure, and\nsometimes they are not. But who are you to judge what someone does in their own\ndreams?\"                \"Well\nfor one, I don't like torture.\"                \"Nor do\nI. I take it you found something you disapproved of and did something about\nit?\"                \"Yes.\"                \"An\nwhat if I did something you didn't approve of?\"                Well,\nuh. I don't think you could. I mean, you're so beautiful!\"                \"How I\nlook on the outside has nothing to do with what is on the inside Mr. Smith.\nTake me to this person you found to be so disagreeable.\"                He\nhesitated, not wanting her to see what he had done. He suddenly felt very\nsmall.                \"Mr.\nSmith, I am eighty seven years old. I doubt you are even close. If you want an\nidea of who you're messing with, allow me to show you.\"                She\ngrew and changed into the most horrific, red-skinned demon. She stood towering\nover the three of them, snorting smoke. Her voice grew deep and threatening.\n\"You see Mr. Smith, we all have dark sides. Here, we can express them harmless\nto the people we live with, and eat with, and work with. Can you imagine the\nworld if we didn't have a place to vent.\"                He\nnodded and in a flash, all three were back where they had first found the ogre\nand the unicorn. The elf was back to being an elf. She look upon a rather nasty scene. It was the creator who was chained down, and the other was\nworking him over in much the same fashion he had done to her. Their places had\nbeen swapped from his original fanatsy.                \"Oh\ndear. Is that you Mr. Montgomery?\"                The\nunicorn nodded it's head.             \"I told you you need to deal with your wife in a\nbetter fashion. Now this other gentleman has gone and reversed your situation\nhere. I'm so sorry!\"                The\nunicorn finally found its voice. \"Believe it or not, this is better! I feel bad\ntaking out my frustrations on this here sweet creature of mine. So we are\npresently evening the score. I hope I don't wake up for another three days!\"                \"Are\nyou sure Mr. Montgomery? I don't think this other gentleman, Mr. Smith, quite\nhad the right to punish you in this manner.\"                \"Smith?\nThe tiger? He made his point early on. He was right. If I ever get out of here\nagain, I'm going to tell my wife just what she can do with herself. I was\nsimple transferring my aggression here, instead of standing up to my problems.\nMarelyn deserves so much more!\"                 The\nwoman glanced at the black stallion. \"Mr. Smith dear, are you going around\nchanging people's genders too? You had better reign in such power. You'll have\neveryone turned on their heads in no time. Of course, I can't stop you, but I\nwould counsel you to be careful. This world is very complex. Your answer is to\nbring it in line with your own beliefs and feelings. That is simply not fair.\"                He\nlowered his head. \"I didn't mean to do anything wrong.\"                \"Many\nof us don't. It's no excuse. Release Mr. Montgomery and his creation.\"                \"She is\nalready. What she does, she does out of her own free will.\" With a flash, the\nshackles were gone.                \"Now\nchange him back.\"                The unicorn\nspoke up. \"Could we wait a bit please? I was just getting into this. It's way\nmore fun than what I was doing before.\" He sounded hopeful.\"Oh Mr. Montgomery, if that's the\nway you want it, who am I to argue? Just don't stay too long. A body will waste\naway if you spend too much time here.\"                \"And\nthat would be bad? Let the old biddy deal with things.\" But he took her warning\nto heart.                \"Mr\nSmith?\"                \"Yes?\"                \"You\nare a remarkable man. Are you an artist or a writer?\"                 \"No. I was tailored to work in an office.\nImagination was pretty much beaten out of me at an early age.\"                \"But not\nentirely. It seems to me that you are something special. No one has ever had as\nmuch power here as you do. That could prove to be dangerous.\"                \"Might\nI ask how?\"                \"You\nmay. But I will not tell you. Until you show better judgment, I will decline in\nanswering your question.\"                \"Hmmph.\nA lot of good that will do me when you die. You'll take the answer with you.\"                \"Why\nMr. Smith, you are much wiser than you first appear. Indeed. So I will offer\nyou a trade.\"                \"What\nfor what?\"                \"I am\ndying as we speak. In my unconsciousness, I have traveled here to say goodbye.\nThis has been a source of happiness for me for years. Now, I must lose it. I\ndoubt there will be anything left of me to remember it, but for now, my\ndeparture brings me sadness.\"                \"And?\"                \"And? I\nliked to stay here forever.\"                \"So\nstay.\"                \"No one\ncan do that Mr. Smith. Until now, I thought it was impossible. But you...in you\nthere is a glimmer of hope. So if you try and keep me here, I will guide you in\nthe use of your power.\"                He\ncreated a chair out of nothingness and sat down. \"I like the way you think. But\nI am uncertain how I would go about doing that.\"                \"Me\neither.\"                \"And...\"                \"And, I\nwant something else. But I will not demand it.\"                \"What?\"                \"You\nsaid you've never had a male before. I'm male...\"                \"Why\nMr. Smith! You're so forward! You've got yourself a deal. Just remember, in\nreal life, I'm a wrinkled old crone.\"                \"And in\nreal life, I'm a balding, nothing-to-look-at accountant. It's what we are here\nthat counts.\"                \"That\nmay be. But you had best worry about what you're going to do for me right now Mr.\nSmith. I can feel my heartbeat slowing.\"                He\nfroze. He had no idea what to do. He suddenly panicked. Then, in a moment of\ndesperation, he made a motion. The elfish woman screamed and twisted into his\nbody. She disappeared into his massive tiger frame.\"                Voltura\nraced forward and beat on him. \"What did you do?\"                Before\nhe could react, the lady stepped from his body. It was the freakiest thing he\nhad ever felt.                 \"You're\neither brilliant Mr. Smith or you're the biggest fool in the world.\"                \"What\ndid I do?\"                She\nsnorted. \"You don't even know? Men. Shoot first and ask questions later. You\njust absorbed me into your body. Your real body! If you ever leave here and\nwake up back in the real world, you'll take me with you...you idiot!\"                Even as\nshe was saying this, he could feel the connection. \"Sorry.\"                \"What\nis done is done. I have an open mind to new things. I hope you do to.\" \"What do you mean?\"                \"You\nsee Voltura there?\"                The\nfeline took a bow.                \"Yes,\nof course.\"                \"Look\nat her. She is as perfect for my needs as anyone could be. But she isn't\neverything wrapped into one. She has faults, and does not embody perfection. Perfection is an\nendless pursuit. So what you need to do is to quit trying to change things to please\nyourself. You can choose to please others, if that's your choice, but never the\nother way around...not unless you ask them first. You may find that this world\nhas a lot to offer you...and you'll never grow bored, if you take everyone as they\nare. Do that, and they will do the same for you.\"                \"But\neveryone already seems to know about my power. Everyone will want me and\nthey'll be willing to do anything for me to help them.\"                \"I'm\nsure that is so. Denying them help would be wrong, but be careful what you help\nbrings. There must alays be rules here or the fabric of it will break apart,\nlike a canvas in a thunderstorm.\"                \"Occupational\nhazard?\"                She smiled, knowing what he meant. \"Painting\nis a passion. So yes, I've lost a few to the elements.\"                \"You\nknow, I've never asked your name.\"                \"No you\nhaven't\"                Silence.                \"Well?'                \"Well...what's\nyour name, if I might ask?\"                \"You\nmight.\"                \"Might\nwhat?\" he said, getting flabbergasted\"You might ask my name.\"\"Oh never mind. You're one of those\npeople aren't you?\"\"Yes I am. And you will learn to\nappreciate it too.\"He was very precise in his next\nquestion. \"Are we going to connect as humans, or as we are?\"\"Mr. Smith, you are very\nimpertinent.  What's wrong with an elf\nand a tiger?\"\"Nothing I guess. It's just that I\ncan make allowances if necessary.\"\"No such thing! It's you and I as\nwe presently are. That is what I got myself in for and that is what I will\ncarry through with. \"\"If you say so ma'am. I easily out\nweight you.\"\"So confident! Just how many of the\nbeings here have you already corrupted?\"\"Corrupted. I've set them free! Is that wrong?\"\"Oh, we'll talk about it later.\nMaybe then you'll be a little more informed. Be it understood that I have no\nreservations about coupling with you. I have lived my life, so if I happen to\ndie here, by any means, it will be no great loss.\" Then she paused.\"Mr. Smith? Is there a Mrs. Smith?\"\"No.\"\"I didn't think so. You have a lot\nto learn about women. For example, if a woman tells you she'll go to bed with\nyou, you don't debate her on fine points. Unless you don't find me attractive?\"He about choked. \"No, no, no!\nYou're so lovely you make my eyes hurt.\"She batted her eyes. \"Now that's\nbetter. A little flattery will go a long way.\"\"It wasn't flattery. It was\nhonesty.\"                She\nsmiled even broader. \"All the better then Mr. Smith.\"                \"Diogenes.\nPlease call me Diogenes.\"                \"If you\ninsist. I guess you at least found an honest woman.\"                His\neyebrows went up, but he said nothing. At a loss, he made a mental image of a\nforest, one with smooth tree trunks, hanging gray moss, and carpets of flowers\nand ferns. In the next instant, it was there. They were the only ones standing\nin it.                \"Very\nnice! I take it you were looking for a suitable place for our rendezvous. It\nseems a bit trite, but we can go with it.\"                \"If you\nhave a better idea...\" He let the thought trail off.                 \"As a\nmatter of fact...\" In the next instant the place grew dark. When he light\nreturned, it was a sumptuous Art Deco hotel room, complete with wet bar, satin\nsheets, music and a view overlooking a large metropolitan city.                \"Really?\"\nhe asked.                \"Certainly.\nHaven't you ever wanted to travel back into the past? Here you can. Sure it's\nnot real, but who cares?\"                \"A\ntiger and an elf in a hotel room making out in what? The 1920s? I must say, it's beyond my ability\nto think up. So why not?\"                \"Good!\"\nIn one fluid movement she doffed her clothing. It hit the floor with barely a\nwhisper. Her real body was old and dead, or at least dying now without her, but\nhere she was as exquisite as sculpted alabaster. The only touch of true colors\nwere the rosy nipples and the lightly color patch of crotch hair. While the\nlong hair on her head was nearly white, that between her legs was a cropped\npatch of pale emerald green.                As a\ntiger, he wasn't obliged to wear clothing here. His fur was sufficient. So he\nhad nothing to remove. But Voltura's demonstration had been correct. There was\nsomething to be said for giving a show. Still, the elf was fascinating in her\nown right. He hoped she could really handle what he could give.                She lay\non the bed and motioned to him. \"Don't waste time. I have no idea how much I\nnow have, but thanks to you, I have more than I did before. And while time here\nis relative, in the real world, it ticks by inexorably. If your body dies, I\ncan't say what will become of us. So make this good Mr. Smith.\"                 He felt\nout of place, but did as he was directed. He could smell her as he climbed on\ntop, straddling her to keep his massive weight off her delicate frame. She\nevoked memories of woodlands and greenery. It was such a sharp contract to\ntheir surroundings. But he didn't argue. What he had to figure out was how to\ninitiate their tryst.                She\nsaved him the agonizing decision. She reached up and with a strength that\nsurprised him, she pulled him down. She leaned into his whiskered face and\nkissed him.                 \"Hmm.\nNot too different from Voltura, if a little bigger. And you do have a unique\nmale smell to you. I find it exotic.\"                Her\nhands traveled down his belly to his crotch. He couldn't help himself. His cock\nsprang forth with a will of its own.  Her\ngentle hands cupped it and stroked it with an assured touch.                \"I'm\nsurprised. I thought most males preferred the rule of bigger is better. While\nI'm sure this is bigger than what you have in real life, I think it will be\njust perfect.\"                \"Don't\nyou mean purrrrrfect?\" he teased.                \"Perhaps\nI do.\" He suddenly felt his cock grow so rigid it hurt. Her hands seemed to\nhave electricity running through them. His passion for her jumped to unlimited\nbounds. He was aware that she had done something, but he wasn't sure just what\nthat had been.                Like he\nneeded extra help in feeling horny! His only reason for ever coming here in his\ndreams was to wake up in the real wrold and need to wash the sheets. That made\nhim wonder what was going on with his real body, where ever it was. But he didn't\nwonder too much. There was too much going on here.                Her\nbody seemed small and fragile underneath his. Her arms however, had the\nstrength of his. She pulled up her knees and pulled him down. \"I doubt you'll\nhurt me big guy. So don't go easy on me!\"                He had\nhis orders. Forgoing any diplomacy or decorum, he kneed her legs wide open and\npushed in. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as his cock split apart her\nlips and penetrated into her pink depths. It dawned on him that while it seemed\nonly marginally different from anything else he had so far done here, the fact\nthat this was a real person, albeit in the dream world, it was more like he was\nreally having sex with an actual person. He found it somehow more exciting.                She\ngasped involuntarily as his cock stretched her tight. Having played with toys\nin partnership with her creation, this woman now found that having a real male, who in essence\nwas now in charge, was quite different. She nearly cried out, in part because\nof the discomfort, but mostly because she herself was no longer in control. Her\nheart speed up and her pulse quickened. If she had been in her real body, it would have been too much for it to handle. However, she was a woman of her word.\nShe'd ride it out until the end.                Diogenes\npushed in hard, wondering belatedly if she had a maidenhead. Apparently she did\nnot, despite being a virgin in real life. Here, obviously, she wasn't; not\nprecisely. So if there had been anything to worry about, it hardly made a\ndifference. He dug his claws into the bed and pulled his whole body into his\neffort to sink in deep. He hit bottom and ended up pushing her whole body\nforward a few inches. He only stopped when he heard her suck in a breath\nthrough clenched teeth.                 \"Sorry.\"                \"Nonsense.\nI can take it. It's just that... Well, this is new for me. I suppose you must\nfeel something through that cock of yours...\"                He\nmentally scratched his head. \"Of course I do. Much like I'd hope to think you\ndo inside you.\"                She\nsighed. \"You see, a strap on is just a strap on. Only the other person can\nfeel anything significant.\"                \"Oh, I\nsee.\" He considered a moment before trying something unusual. In the next, she\nlet out a groan.                \"What\ndid you do?\"                \"I\nhave merged our pleasures into one. What I feel, you feel. What you feel, I\nfeel. I figured we're in the same body right now, so we might as well act as\none. Don't you agree?\"                She\nconcentrated on the sensations surrounding his cock. No wonder guys were always\ntrying to have sex! She often had similar feelings inside her, but she could\nfeel that there was a constant urgency inside his male body. It was a\nbiological imperative. It was very nearly the driving force in his life,\nwhether he recognized it or not.                He\nsucked in a breath. He suddenly felt a presence inside him that was very\nunfamiliar. It took a moment to recognize that is was his cock inside her. She\nwas taut from having his disproportionate cock inside her. So what was great\nfor him wasn't quite the same for her. That was good to know.                She\nnoticed the same thing. It was no wonder there was often trouble in the\nbedroom. Her friends had regaled her with tales of their husbands; how some\nwere great and others flops. Communication seemed to make the difference\nbetween the two groups. She went to open her mouth. He beat her. She could feel\nhis size drop marginally. He stopped right where she thought it was perfect.                \"It's\nlike you read my mind!\"                He got\na huge tiger smile. \"Yes, it is, isn't it?\"                He\npushed against her again, shoving himself in tight and forcing her body upwards\non the bed. She retaliated by pushing against the headboard and forcing herself\nonto him.                \"Mr.\nSmith, where have you been my whole life?\"                \"Ma'am,\nfor part of it I didn't even exist. I seem to have missed much.\"                He was\nwishing he was back to being in human form. She had such a divine body that it\nseemed wasted on his tiger form. But she had declared that they would do it as\nthey were.                He\nplaced his paws on the bed at her shoulders. His claws anchored them down. With\na massive push, he started drilling her, slowly at first, but as he could feel\nher body respond, he increased his movements. He was now in the enviable\nposition of working on two levels of pleasure. While he could ignore one or the\nother, the benefits from having both were too good to ignore.                She\ncould feel the sensations her was feeling from being connected with her body.\nFor the time being, she shifted to his point of view. Truthfully, it was\npresently more exciting. In fact, she was suddenly imagining being a male. All\nshe wanted to do was screw, screw, screw. It was a wonder men had any room in\ntheir brains for a concrete thought! But at the present moment, thinking was\noverrated and unnecessary.                 She\nwilling spread her legs wider and lifted her hips into his thrusts.  Her legs were stronger than they looked. For\nsomeone to be able to remain rigidly in place while being pounded by the might\nof a male tiger was incredible, even in a dream world. With her body properly\npinned, he couldn't help but cut loose. He stifled a roar as he built up steam.\nHe could feel two sets of nerve endings being rubbed and it was driving him nuts.                She too\nwas overwhelmed. As her body got used to being invaded by a huge, hot-blooded\ncock, she allowed the sensations to flow across their connection. Soon she was\nlost as to which feelings where hers an which were his. They meshed completely\nas one.                Her\nlegs started to cramp, but she wasn't aware of that yet. All she was aware of\nwas how incredible it was to be the submissive creature in the encounter,\nespecially to so fantastic looking a beast as Mr. Smith. She shivered in\ncontemplation of having an orgasm while this brute was pounding away. She\nnormally stopped and enjoyed the thrill of the convulsive pleasure, but he\nwasn't going to stop. She had no idea what that would do to her overall pleasure.                 She found out. When she came, it was in the\nheight of his furious pounding. It triggered her into a paroxysm of twitches\nand cries. He didn't stop. His own pleasure was washing over her like\nincreasingly stronger waves crashing into shore. It got to the point she could\nno longer stand it. She tried pushing him away. His paws were secured by his\nclaws and the force of his weight on them. She tried to lower her legs and\nfound them tight. No matter what she tried she couldn't relax them.                She\nstarted to scream. Her head was rocking back and forth. He had to feel what she\nwas feeling. Why didn't he stop?                It was\nexactly that reason that he didn't. He was sure he would never ever get a\nchance like this again. Maybe it was because he was male, or maybe it was\nbecause he was bigger; in the end it didn't matter. He plowed into her,\ngenerating his own form of electricity between their bodies. It felt so\nincredible that he forced himself to stop just shy of a climax. He rode that\nfinal wave like a surfer on the biggest heavy of his life.                When he\ncould take no more, he crashed into her like the surf, spilling foam and energy\neverywhere. Her nails dug into him as wave after wave of his cum flowed. When\nhe was done he collapsed on top, spent. His weight was finally sufficient in\ncausing her legs to buckle. She hung onto him as if he were a life preserver.                She\nfinally found her voice. \"Mr. Smith. If this is the way you are all the time,\nthen I cringe to think what you will do to the others here. Perhaps we can\narrange some sort of deal?\"                The\ntiger pushed off her to look her in the face. \"Madame, you have a deal.\"                \"But I\nhaven't proposed one yet!\"                \"After\nthat? You can ask for anything!\"        \"Be careful Mr. Smith. Anything covers a great deal of territory!\"\n        "}