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In the semi-lit room the tiger's stripes seemed to burn with the sunset's light. Through the metallic blinds on the window the golden light formed horizontal lines on the bed, as the red half-sun sunk behind the buildings seemed to grow distant. Duncan had forgotten how eerily sudden and exotic the sunset tended to be when you switched time zones.

He wished he could have recorded the moment when the last flames of the sun filtered through the windows and danced on the tigress in a hypnotic upward-moving wave, until the bottom ones died out and only a line of light that graced her face remained alone; the final spot of sunlight caught her golden eyes and lit them.

They glowed with a gentle, amber-like flame for an extra second when the horizon had grown dark, or so it seemed to him. He smiled a gentle, tired smile, and she moved, gracefully and, braking the silence:

-The light in my eyes. It's a little eerie, I know - she said, smiling lightly, with a smile that seemed carefully practiced and did not reveal too many of her sharp teeth. A whisker twitched; for a second , it seemed like human emotions transmitted on an animal face worked much better to reveal feeling than his own face did.

-Your beauty is untarnished by the light. Made to shine better, if anything.

She stood still for a moment, as if considering whether the words were honest, or just kind.

-I mean what I say. Or else I would not say it - said the man slowly, getting up from the bed: he was in his forties, with a skin darkened by the sun; at a bout five eleven he was shorter than her by a lot and, with her greater bone density, she probably outweighed him too. The tigress looked at him, conscious of both her human preferences and the ones she had inherited and developed for other Furs, evaluating him critically for a moment; his smart, edged face with its large forehead made him look like a movie villain from the sixties VHS movies; but a warm smile and deep, understanding eyes that looked surreal with their shade of blue made up for that. He noted:

-If the beauty of your nature goes by without touching somebody, then they are a fool -he leaned towards her, still sitting; he stood up to look her in the eyes, the vertical slits relaxing as they expanded to see in the dark

-I don't think my cat ever looked so intently at anything she wasn't about to eat - he added, scratching his chin.

She laughed, not expecting it herself, and looked startled, but the laughter returned again when he made a serious, dark face at her; he thought that the sound of her laughter was crystalline and pure, like water running on a mountain spring, and told her that. She went silent for before admitting:

-You should use romantic words more sparingly; or you'll end up melting my heart.

-I shall say what I think all I want - he objected, and she smiled again, this time not bothering to suppress anything of herself and revealing in the process a remarkable set of teeth that did not look like they belonged in a human's mouth.

-The dental work on these shiny beauties must be scary - he said before she could become self-conscious of the smile and was successful; she made no gesture to cover the rows of teeth, instead saying:

-I've never had problems.... Not after the change. I think I won't be needing a dentist any time soon.

-By far the best reason for species change I've ever heard - waved Duncan, spreading his arms as if arguments for and against such a procedure hung in holographic clusters all around them.

She shook her head, suppressing a smile, and said: - Species augmentation. Not change.

-I did not read the fine print - he raised his hands in a pacifying gesture - And I am never very politically correct; it's too confusing. But you are a very charismatic tiger. Never thought I'd say that, but here it is, and I mean it.

She considered that for a moment, and then opened her arms expressively, as if in invitation for an embrace, revealing her slim muscular body in all its beauty. She was naked, if you could ever call a covered in fur that; her hands, caught in a spider web of stripes and orange fur looked just like human hands, even if the elbows seemed edgier; at the same time, they had a striking similarity to the paws of a large cat.

-Take it all in and; if you'll freak out, make it now, and not later please - she said with an almost professional voice, as if she had experienced just sort of rejection all too many times. He tried to look angry at those words, but she turned her back at him gracefully.

-We've been talking for hours, why do you think I will...-he stopped himself at "freak out on you", realizing it must have happened to her. Maybe even in frightening ways. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye:

-I'm sorry, Elizabeth - he raised both hands - Only you know what you've been through because of people's stupidity. I promise I'm smart.

She laughed at that and the tension decreased; then she placed her hands on her back, as if pausing for a thought, and he stepped closer to look at her; she had worn gloves in the bar and he had had to hold back on his curiosity.

Upon closer examination her fingers seemed as mobile as his own; the overall appearance of a giant paw was surreal. Her shoulders were more broad than any woman he'd ever seen naked, and she clearly lacked the expressed mammalian glands that everyone nowadays augmented with some form of silicon; a tail, long enough to touch the ground if it weren't swishing all the time, stood still as if his examination had frightened it; she turned in a full circle, and for a moment he forgot everything else as he looked at her legs.

Her beautiful, albeit exotic body seemed unimpressive compared to her legs; she had described them as "digitigraded", a word so verbose-sounding, yet too simple, insufficient to describe the difference; a word borrowed from the animal kingdom like half her genes were. He paused to consider this; maybe she could run on all fours with this enchantment, or maybe she couldn't, and it seemed this peculiarity made her look very tall, but on some level, he reluctantly admitted, it registered as "wrong" in his mind. Somehow, the irrational part of the mind that made silent, persistent judgments was ready to overlook the paws, the tail, the ears, even her smart muzzle with its whiskers and sharp teeth, because she could hold a conversation so nicely, and possessed humor, charm, and intellect. Duncan had always thought that in this respect Furs were treated unfairly, and now he was the one doing the judging.

She was beautiful, in a different way, like an athlete, a force of nature, something powerful and primal; but she was a human being, better educated than him, well-versed in two languages, and a space explorer. He reached and touched her right knee; it bent, as if retreating from his touch, and assumed an angle that would have easily killed a talented contortionist.

-Your legs are beautiful - he said, pressing a palm against the powerful, dense muscle on her thigh; it felt as hard as the volcanic glass figurine he'd bought earlier; when it relaxed however, it felt every bit as soft and gentle as her voice.

-Most people...freak out over my knees. The teeth, the tail, the paws...they can deal with. But something strikes them as "wrong" with my knees-she said matter-of-factly.

-Their loss- noted Duncan, and she turned to look at him; then she placed her hands on his chests and leaned closer." How do you kiss a tiger-looking-lady?"- he thought to himself as he pressed into the kiss, feeling instead of the soft lips he was accustomed to, a hard, fur-covered jaw line and a small, soft tongue.

Not knowing what exactly to do, he opened his mouth to allow her tongue to enter; and drew her in closer. A strong, almost metaphysical feeling of passion passed through his entire being, as if he could feel all her accumulated desire for another's touch pass through him as they pressed in closer. Her tongue was warmer than his; as his nose pressed against her wet nostrils, they looked into each other's eyes and each saw only joy in the eyes of another; in silent agreement, they begun to caress each other, Elizabeth undressing him clumsily, ripping buttons and tearing through fabric as if it were paper.

He pulled her back towards the bed, and she nearly fell on him

-Careful -she whispered, as if someone could hear them.

-You're lighter than you think - he argued, catching her tail gently with a hand.

-No, I'm not - she swatter his hand with her paw, but he caressed the tail again.

-Move it for me - begged Duncan, and as she obliged; he pressed his fingers against the soft flesh under her tail, massaging the gentle pink lips that would soon part for him. He brought his fingers back to his mouth as she kissed him , licking his face, and he licked the fingers that had just massaged her opening.

-Your taste... is exciting - he said with a smirk, and pressed into her for another kiss before she could say anything else. He placed his finger, now slippery, back at her opening and pressed it firmly. The strong resistance of powerful muscles surprised him; it took him a while until he wiggled his finger gently inside her. Then he paused, seemingly changing his mind, and moved from underneath her.

Before she could say anything, and still wide-eyed in surprise, she felt him press his lips to her entry and a very persistent tongue forced itself inside. The resistance his finger had felt was nowhere to be found as she felt intense pleasure, surprisingly quick arousal, and her muscular walls suddenly begun to pull him in, startling him for a second.

She tried to explain, but words were lost on him as he realized the sensation she could give him, and slowly pressed his tip against her opening. Elizabeth made an indiscriminate noise as he pushed his head inside her, then pulled out, and licked the opening that resisted him almost aggressively , fingering it with two digits, before mounting her again.

The squeezing sensation was still there; it felt even stronger now, and as he was halfway inside her a particularly strong muscular movement made him growl;

He pulled back before pushing in again, overcoming the obstacle.

Another such obstacle emerged, pressing on him member's tip even stronger, and stopped his progress again, but forgetting all caution he simply forced his way through it, eliciting a long, howl-like sound from Elizabeth. He could not have guessed that she was having an orgasm as he was still only beginning, and kept fighting the tides of pleasure that ran convulsions through her insides. He covered her with his own and bit into her shoulder, his mouth filling with fur, as he picked up the paste. Suddenly, as her powerful orgasm had finished, there was no further resistance from her muscular depths, which became sleeker with moisture.

-I had...-she tried to say as he slowed down his thrust to let her speak - I had an orgasm. Just now. N..Never...happened before...so quickly. Did I...squeeze you badly?

He shook his head, then realized she could not see him and dismounted her, wrestling her until she was on her back underneath him, berthing heavily.

-It was so good - he grinned - Did I hurt you when I bit you?

She shook her head, trying to slow down her breath. - No;

Before she could find the word she was searching for, he pressed his lips against the moisture on her opening, tasting himself inside her, and lapped at the opening until his tongue felt tired and heavy; then, hoping to meet the same resistance inside, he inserted his member with a long, slow push.

There was no resistance to be found this time; but as he picked up his pace he saw her eyes fog, then clear again:

-I think I need...more time...before I can have another orgasm - she admitted shyly. - But you can do anything you want to reach yours.

He held his release as he locked eyes with her, then slowly pulled out, and straddled her. Non-apologetically, he pressed his manhood against her surprised face, and pet her with a warm hand.

She seemed puzzled, rather than disgusted or angry - You would... trust me to do this?

He looked at her bewildered, then, in stead of answering, pushed his member carefully between the rows of sharp teeth.

"Ah. The teeth" he realized, as she made an obvious effort to only touch his member with her tongue. After a second of hesitation, fearing the moment would be gone, he placed his hands on the sides of her face, and, embracing the risk on injury, pulled slowly out of her and then pushed back in; at this moment, he was more worried she would object to such treatment than he was about a possible scratch.

As they both sunk into the animalistic timing of two bodies figuring out how to be intimate in this way, he felt a wave of almost painful pressure, tried to hold it back, failed, and managed to warn her just barely as the thick, painful pressure erupted from his groins, coating her muzzle and nose.

He gently removed his weight from her and pressed his lips against hers, inviting her tongue out; in stead of talking, they touched and kissed each other in the dark until there wasn't any more need for motion and they could enjoy stillness.