{"sf1_id":782704,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Earning His Stripes, Part 2","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4604,"posted_at":"2014-11-16T19:26:00.000Z","tags":["Anthropomorphic","Cheetah","First Time","Human","Magic","Otter","Pain","Spellsinger","Tigress","Transformation","Vaginal","hymen","sex","surprise"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782704-earning-his-stripes-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/782704","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=782704\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of The Spellsinger Tales\n\nThis chapter sets the stage for the remaining ones.","content":"          The next morning they were both\nhungry. As if to answer their breakfast needs, a flock of strange looking\nbipedal lizards ran through the clearing, looking everything like miniature\ndinosaurs. The tigress was up in an instant, but the creatures proved to be too\nfast and agile for her massive frame. She sat down beside the spell-singer\npanting heavily.\n \"Doesn't look like they will be roasting\nover a fire anytime soon. I wish I were a cheetah. Then I could take one of\nthem down without breaking a sweat!.\" \nHe looked at her, picturing a\nmuch slimmer, spotted version of Roseroar. He liked what he saw. \"I think\nyou would make an absolutely gorgeous cheetah.\" \nHe no more had the words out\nwhen that prickle of magic returned. The tigress shifted shape, her colors\nblending and re-separating into a series of spots. Her size diminished until\nshe was a lithe cat with long arms and legs. All this in mere seconds. The look\non her face said that she knew something had happened, but she had no idea what\nit was. \nHe did.\nJon-Tom was unsure how she was\ngoing to react to this change. She was very proud of her ancestry, and it was\nobvious that his magic had somehow caused the transformation. \"Uhh,\nRoseroar, I don't know how to tell you this, but you just got your\nwish.\"  \nHer gaze from him to herself,\nstretching out one long arm to inspect it.  She extended her legs to their\nfull length. She peered into his face. \"Interesting. Did you do this or\ndid I?\" He really didn't know the answer and said as much. She wasn't\nperturbed in the least. \"Well, for the time being, I might as well see how\nit feels to be the fastest feline around.\"\nShe jumped to her feet, eyed\nthe herd of lizards, and took off like a shot. He couldn't really clock her,\nbut it was apparent that she had magically inherited all of the traits a real\ncheetah was endowed with. In no time she returned carrying two of the beasts by\ntheir necks, teeth marks plainly visible in their jugulars. \"Excuse my mouth,\nbut damn that was fun! I've never run faster in my life. I could get used to a\nbody like this!\" \nJon-Tom was relieved. He wasn't\ncertain how she was going to deal with becoming an entirely different cat. She\ncontinued talking excitedly. \"What say you and me skin these morsels and\nput them up to roast? And while they're cooking, why don't you try your spit on\nme?\"\n Her tone was unmistakable, but he was\nmomentarily confused. Spit? Then it dawned on him. Sure enough, his\n\"spit\" woke up. Since he wasn't wearing his trousers, there was no\nway of hiding it. She smiled; something that looked more like what it was\nin her present form and commented, \"I'll take that as a yes!\"\nThe two set to work cleaning\nand skinning the lizards, and propped them up over the coals. Both were a bit\nmessy from the work, but a quick dip in the nearby creek cleaned them up\nsufficiently. The cool water had done little to dampen either one's amorous\nintentions. She was testing out various functions of her new body. One of them\ngave her pause for concern. She raised one paw and said solemnly, \"I\nforgot. Cheetahs can't retract their claws all the way. This here gal is gonna\nhave to be careful with ya, otherwise you might need some mending.\" \n\"I'll take my chances. As\nthey say where I come from; no guts, no glory.\"\nShe laughed at that. \"Well\nsugah, if you have the guts, I have the glory!\" He had no doubts that she\ndid.\nThey shook out his cape and\nspread it back down on the ground. This time the two were of more equal size,\nso Jon-Tom mixed it up a little by laying down first, pulling her down on top\nof him. They kissed, but the activity was still impractical due to the\ndifference in their mouths. There was a reason so many species thought the\nhuman convention of lip touching was odd; they themselves didn't have the\ncorrect equipment for it. She found being on top novel, but it was well suited\nto her agile new form. She wasted no time in positioning herself over his\n\"spit\" finding that this form was more sinuous than her original. She\nlocated the head of his cock and slid over the top. She pushed down, but the\nhead stopped at the entrance to her cunt and wouldn't budge.\nShe grunted a little in\ndisappointment and pushed harder. Still there was no give. It had been a tight\nfit inside her normal form, and this particular feline was a lot smaller than a\ntiger. There was a chance this wasn't going to work. She pushed her body up a\nlittle and looked down at him. \"I hate to say this sugah, but I don't\nthink we're going to be compatible.\" \nHe thought for a moment. \"This\nmay sound stupid, but in humans there is a thing called a hymen. It's what\nseparates a virgin from an experienced girl. Its a bit of tissue...\" \nShe stopped him in his tracks.\n\"I know what it is. I lost mine years ago. Why bring it up?\" \n\"Well, I just thought that\nthis form is new to you. Maybe it's all\nnew, if you get my meaning.\" \nShe rolled that around in her\nhead. \"OK, maybe so. That means I'm gonna have to try a little harder. I\nguess it'll hurt me quicker than it will you.\"\nShe repositioned herself until\nthe head of his cock was right against her hole. Grabbing him by the shoulders,\nshe pushed with all her might, straining her hips, forcing herself down on his\ncock. All at once he was inside, but not without a screech of pain and a series\nof evenly spaced holes appearing in his shoulders. Neither partner moved. With\na look of apology she loosened her claws from his clavicles. She wiggled her\nhips a little. Despite his sudden entry into her depths, it appeared he was\nstuck where he was.\n From his position he couldn't tell for\ncertain, but only a few inches of his cock could be inside. She was aware of it\ntoo. She pulled back a little, sliding off a bit. But it wasn't the direction\nshe was ultimately interested in, so she shoved hard again, gaining a few more\ninches, though not without some pain. Not one to be denied what she wanted, she\npulled back again, and shoved a final time. While it pushed herself fully over\nhis cock, the cost was a throaty scream. The scream in turn unnerved Jon-Tom,\nbut when she passed out on top of him, he felt even worse.\nHe was about to pushed her off\nwhen she woke back up. \"Don't you dare sugah. I didn't go through that\nagain to have you trying to sneak off. Of course, it was worse this time\naround. I should have figured that you were going to be hard on this smaller\nbody.\" \nHe started to apologize, but\nshe shut him up. \"First time is always the roughest. And I don't know how\nmany cheetahs you know, but they aren't built for size, and honey, you've got\nsize. That ain't nothing to apologize about.\" She tried a few exploratory\nwiggles. It was easier sliding off of his cock than driving it in. So she erred\non the side of caution and drove herself down as firmly as she could. \"I\nguess I need to stretch a little before we can have any fun. You and I can just\nlay here for a bit while this new hole of mine gets into shape.\"\nJon-Tom wasn't about to argue.\nHe had felt bad for the obvious discomfort she had gone through for them to be\nwhere they were now. That being said; she felt unbelievable. Indeed, as he\nthought about it, he was having sex with a virgin, in body if not in mind. She\nwas tight as hell. He thought that the tigress' cunt was a firm fit, this one\nwas even more so. It was hard to describe, but overall he felt like the owner\nof a spear driven hard into unyielding flesh. \nHe was sure that there was\nblood involved, but she seemed unconcerned. \"I ain't gonna bleed to\ndeath.\" was all she said. As they lay there, firmly connected at the hips,\nhe could feel her from the inside out. Her heartbeat was palpable through their\nconnection, and he was sure she could feel his. Blood was pumping strenuously\nthrough his body, but it was all being guided to one spot.\nAfter a few minutes she experimented\nwith moving a little. She glided about halfway down his length, and then back\nagain. She didn't wince, so that was a good sign. The movement was slow and\nmeasured, which meant that she wasn't ready for anything vigorous just yet.\nThat was alright with him. The feeling of just being inside this nubile feline\nbody was heavenly. While she slowly worked her way up and down his cock, he took\nto stroking the fur on her back and neck. She started purring, a deeply seated\nrumble that shook her body. In no time, she was managing to build up speed\nwithout being uncomfortable, and a little while longer she was doing so to\npleasure instead of pain. It was just as well, because Jon-Tom was enjoying\nhimself to the extreme. She was doing all of the work, if it could be called\nwork, and he was reaping the benefits.\nShe came all at once. There was\nno build up, no hint of what was coming. Her body clamped down on his with such\nintensity that she stopped sliding back and forth, instead holding him in such\nan internal grip that he felt that if she continued she would pull out his cock\nby its roots. He felt like a chainsaw trying to be started. It dawned on him,\nin the remote part of his brain that was still capable of thought, that this\nmust be the way cheetahs were, fast and hard at everything. That thought was\npunctuated by the awareness that from deep inside him there was a welling that\nwas working its way to the surface. He only hoped that there would be room for\nit. It was already a bit tight in there. When he came, it was painfully and\nviolently so, much like their whole love making session had been. \nShe collapsed on top of him,\npanting but awake. She purred in his ear. \"You know, a gal could get to\nlike this kind of treatment!\" He was glad that she approved.\nThe smell of roasting meat\njostled them back to the present. Looking over to the fire, it was plain that\nif the lizards weren't rotated soon they would be ruined. Roseroar volunteered\nto turn them, but as she went to get up, it was clear that they were still held\ntightly together. Neither wanted to force the issue, so Jon-Tom had her grab\nhis shoulders and as he stood, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Mildly\nencumbered, he was still able to turn the spit and save their meal. She nuzzled\nhis neck, her whiskers tickling his cheek. \"Ya know Jon-Tom, this is a\nswitch. Normally, I would be carrying you, not the other way around.\" He\ncarried her back to his cape with the intent of lying back down. She stopped\nhim. \"I'll tell ya what. All of this walking has felt pretty good to my\ninsides.\" She shifted her hips back and forth, testing the waters. Jon-Tom\nhadn't lost any rigidity during the interim.\n\"Honey, ya'll got the\nstrength to hold me for a bit?\"\n \"I don't see why not.\" was his\nresponse.\n \"Good sugah. I don't think I'll take\nlong. This body seems to do everything fast.\" She lunged downward, and\npulled back up sharply. In no time she was a virtual blur of motion. While she\nwasn't heavy, at least in comparison to her normal body, he was going to lose\nhis footing eventually. But she was right. In a very few minutes he felt her\ntighten up around him, and with a high pitched cry, she was done. \nThey fell back onto the ground.\nHe rolled her over so that he was on top. \"Not fair, my fine lady. Twice\nfor you and once for me. It's my turn now.\" Indeed, despite her recent\nclimax, she was looser now than at first. A few thrusts found less resistance than\nbefore.\nHe pulled her long legs up and\nhad her grab onto them, spread wide. He pushed himself in as far as he could\ngo, thankful she had her hands full. He didn't want to have to heal two sets of\nclaw marks. He knew that he would never achieve the speed that was natural to\nher kind, but it didn't really matter. This was his turn. He started with long\nthrusts, each return driven as deeply as he could go. She gasped and her eyes\nnearly bulged out of her head. After only a minute or so she came again. He\ncontinued pounding away, waiting for the release he knew was in him. But every\ntwo or three minutes she was convulsed with contractions. Her ninth one was\ntimed with his, and the two fell together in a heap. For the first time in an\nhour the two fell apart. Sure enough, they were both covered in blood, but not\nas bad as he had feared.\nHe wanted to sleep, but the\nrumble in his belly reminded him that there was food to be eaten. He crawled\nover to the remains of the fire and pulled off the meat. Roseroar was snoring\nwhen he returned. He was partially annoyed that she was out, but she was so\nbeautiful laying there that he couldn't find it in his heart to be angry. He\ngently shook her awake. \"Roseroar, food's ready.\" She mumbled\nsomething. \"What?\" he asked. \n\"I'm full right now\nJon-Tom. You'll have to wait.\" He sat back and had a good long laugh. His\nmirth broke through her drowsiness. \"What's so funny?\" she asked with\nsome annoyance. \n\"I said, the food is\nready. Unless you like yours extra crispy that is.\"\nShe sat up, her arms very\nnearly not supporting her. \"Food. That's a good idea. This body burns up a\nlot of calories.\"\nAfter their repast, the two\ncleaned up in the stream again. She sat down and looked sadly at her armor.\n\"Ya know, it makes me kinda sad. I've made most of that myself. Now it'll\nnever fit me again.\" She sniffed a little. \"I had fun Jon-Tom, but I\nwish I was a tiger again.\" \nHe had to agree. \"This was\nfun, but I wish I had my tiger back.\" \nIn an instant her body changed.\nThe spots stretched into stripes, and the thin frame that was the cheetah's now\nexpanded until a full blown tigress was once again standing there. She patted\nherself down, and looked at him. \"Thank you sugah!\" \nHe looked lost. \"I didn't\ndo a thing.\" \n\"Now honey, I don't know\nthat much about magic, but this was obviously your doing.\" \nHe nodded, since the statement\nwas true enough. He just didn't know what he had done.\n\"Let's think this through.\nYou played me that beautiful song saying that I was your lady.\" \nHe nodded.\n \"And what did I say? I said I would be\nany kind of lady, any time you wanted it!\" \nHe agreed and added, \"And\nI said that I would accept as long as it's always going to be you inside.\"\n\nShe looked thoughtful.\n\"And that's just what happened sugah! I mentioned being another cat, but\nnothing happened. It only happened when you agreed with me. Think of the\npossibilities Jon-Tom! I can be anything we want, and turn back to me\nagain.\" \nHe had to agree but as usual\nhad reservations. \"What if it only worked once? It may never happen again.\"\n\n\"Always the doomsayer,\naren't you?\" It's easy enough to test. \"I wish that I were a\npanther.\"  As an afterthought, she added, \"a black one.\" \nHe wasn't too sure about this,\nbut went along for the ride. \"I think that you would make a lovely black panther.\"\nThe prickle of magic came and\nwent, and in its place stood the darkest, sultriest black panther he had ever\nseen. She twitched her tail and wrinkled her nose. \"Told ya honey. This\nonly happens with you and me together. That's some spell you sung up.\" \nShe was walking away from him\ntowards the stream. \"Where are you going?\" \n\"Honey, I have just got to\nsee myself and since I don't have no mirror, my reflection in the water will\njust have to do.\" She stood on the bank admiring their recent handiwork.\nAll at once she turned back to him. \"Sooooo. Would you like to try out\nthis body too.\"\n He eyed her up and down, admiring the body and\nlooking for an appropriate answer. He finally said \"Yes. But not now.\nThere will be time, and I think I would like the original back for a while. She\nis, after all, my favorite.\" \nIt must have been the right\nanswer, because she gave him a hug and said \"I wish I was a tiger\nagain.\" \n\"I second that,\" and\nagain the magical transformation into a tiger\n\"This here is one heck of\na gift you've given me sugah. We'll have plenty of time to test it out, but I\nthink we had best be on our way. This here has been good fun, and I needed the\ncompanionship, if you know what I mean, but we best get moving. Is that map in\nyour head still working?\" \nThe content of that spell had\nbeen pushed to the back of his mind, which was just as well. Clothahump had\nmeant to only place the necessary information in his head. What had happened\nwas that the entire planet was spinning through his brain cells. He focused on\nthe image, and in no time located their present location. He was amazed to see\nthat not only was the geography showing up, so was the vegetation and animal\nlife. Included in that was a tall human in a lizard skin cape and a lovely\ntigress. This was just too weird. Rather than mention it, he redirected his\nthoughts on their destination, and oriented their path along that route.\nNeither one was familiar with\nthe terrain, but Jon-Tom soon found that if he consulted his map, he could pick\nthe best way through much of it. Roseroar had to snap him out of his reverie\nfor he was often searching the mental images flowing through his brain. It\nwasn't a bad thing altogether, for several times they avoided dangerous plants,\npitfalls and uncivilized locals by his constant consultation of the images in\nhis head.\nOne evening, as it was drawing\ntowards darkness, he guided them to a quiet glen hidden in a forest. There was\na small stream that widened into a pond before gently cascading down over a\nshort limestone cliff. To one side was a copse of trees in bloom, their petals\nlittering the ground underneath. All in all it was a romantic setting. Both of\nthem were hungry, but there didn't appear to be any reptilian meal tickets in\nthe area. Jon-Tom walked over to the pond, gazing into the deep clear water.\nLarge fish, trout perhaps, swam in its depths. But he had neither fishing pole\nnor the swimming ability to catch them. The tigress came over and searched the\ndepths with him. \"Hmmph. I wasn't made for caching fish. It's too bad I\nwasn't a sleek little otter like yo friend. Now there's an excellent swimmer!\"\n He absentmindedly agreed, \"Yes, that\nwould be nice. Mudge certainly never had trouble catching fish.\" The\nprickle on his neck told him he was too late to take back what he said. He\nglanced sidelong at Roseroar, only to see a near carbon copy of his otter\nfriend, albeit female. Like Mudge, she was much larger than any otter he was\nused to, much like many of the animals here.\nShe was giving her new form the\nonce over. \"Thanks sugah! I never thought being this small would have any\nadvantages, but this doesn't seem so bad.\" She contorted her body with the\namazing flexibility natural to otters. She looked up at Jon-Tom. \"I'll\nfetch us some supper right quick I think!\" With that, she was underwater,\nbarely disturbing the surface tension as she slipped into the pool. \nHe could see her chasing after\nthe fish like a hyperactive torpedo. In no time she surfaced with a big one in\nher mouth. She came to shore and threw it up on the bank where he had to\ncapture it before it flopped back in. Four more trips underwater and she had\nenough to feed them for the night. She pulled herself out of the pond, water\nshedding off of her coat like a miniature waterfall. \n\"Honey, this here form\nisn't half bad. I like water and all, but in this shape I can literally fly\nthrough it. And it's agile and flexible in ways I've never known. Too bad it's\nso small.\" \n\"Too small? It's the same\nsize as any other otter.\" \n\"Right,\" she said.\n\"Too small!\" \nHe shook his head in confusion.\n\"Too small for what...\" He let his words trail off as he realized\nwhat she meant. \"Roseroar, I thought I was going to hurt you when you\nwere in cheetah form. I have no idea what would happen with you as an\notter.\"\n\"You're right sugah, as\nusual.\" \nHe relaxed; thankful a possible\ndisaster had been averted. But he was to have no such luck. \n\"We'll have no idea what\nwould happen unless we try. This body seems a might bit more,\" she\nstopped, searching for the right word, \"stretchy. Besides, the fish can\nwait.\" \nHe was prepared to argue but\nrealized the futility in doing that. She was right. Either it would work or it\nwouldn't. She wasn't so careless as to allow herself to come to harm. But he\nrather doubted that this was going to be possible. After all, her present form\nwas smaller than the cheetah. He did recognize that otters were acrobats,\ncapable of contorting their bodies into pretzel like convolutions. That didn't\nmean that they could handle, well, internal expansion capable of dealing with\nhis dimensions. \nRoseroar simplified it for him.\n\"Jon-Tom, get undressed and get over here!\" He reluctantly complied.\nOnce his clothing was off, she\nassisted in matters by tripping him, causing him to fall back on the ground.\nShe was on top of him immediately, planting wet little kisses on his face.\n\"This is kinda fun\" exclaimed the tigress-turned-otter. The\nspell-singer allowed her to carry on, carefully sliding his hand down to her\ncrotch. She wiggled in a way to make it easier for him, and he found her cunt,\nthe outside still mildly damp from her swim. He inserted a finger, and sure\nenough, this form had all of the signs of being a virgin. He worked his finger\nin as far as it would go, and she squirmed on top of it, bucking her hips. This\nmade it difficult for him to work in another, but he finally did. He felt a\nslight give and knew that in this form, her hymen wasn't nearly as tough. A\nthird finger in was driving her crazy. He was rock hard, so he withdrew his\nfingers and guided her down to where she wanted to be.\nThe first few attempts were\nunsuccessful, largely because she was too twitchy to concentrate. He had to\ngrab her haunches to steady her. Once in position, he pushed up, and she pushed\ndown. With a pop he was inside. It wasn't far enough for her for she shoved\ndown hard, legs splayed, her belly gliding down his. She forced him in until he\nswore that if she opened her mouth, he would see the tip of his cock in her\nthroat. Even then he wasn't going to fit in entirely. The head of his cock was\nwedged up tight against her insides. It was no wonder Mudge liked sex so much,\nit was part of his nature. Roseroar was madly going at it, both like and unlike\nher cheetah form. She was obviously enjoying herself without the pain she\nencountered previously. This little otter was a dynamo. Jon-Tom was glad she\nwas on top. Not only did he not have to worry about crushing her, he was able\nto keep her in place better this way. She was moving seemingly in all\ndirections at once, totally engrossed in ecstasy.\nIn no time at all, she sat up\nand pushed down hard, rocking violently in place. He couldn't help but release\nhimself, and his climax triggered one in her. Her body arched back at an\nimpossible angle, her muscles squeezing rapidly around his cock. All the while\nshe emitted a series a soft squeaks, as her body was wracked with convulsions.\nAll at once she screeched, falling limp across his chest.  She was out,\nbut her body was still actively twitching. It felt good. He brought up his\nknees, repositioned the otter and began his own measured thrusts. It was a bit\ndifficult considering she was limp, but that was corrected when she came to.\nShe joined right in, not missing a beat. Within a few minutes the two were\nsatisfied again. \nThey lay together for a while.\nHis stomach began to growl and she chuckled. \"Hungry again are we?\" \n\"Yes my fine feline, but I\nthink for fish. I need to keep my strength up, you know!\" \n\"Indeed you do need to\nkeep things up. I guess we had better get supper on the fire.\" She heaved\nup to get off of him, but was encumbered by their \"shared\nexperience\". She finally separated with an audible pop,  followed by\nan even more audible sigh.\nAfter their repast, during\nwhich she opted to remain in otter form, Jon-Tom had to ask. \"I don't get\nit. Considering your size, we never should have been able to do what we\ndid.\" She just smiled up at him. \"And what did we do sugah?\"\n He took a swipe at her, a pointless gesture\nsince in the time it took him to swing his hand she was under his arm and\nlooking into his eyes. \"I told you before spell-singer, you think like a\nhuman. Size isn't everything. Some otters have proportionally big babies. You\nain't gonna squeeze that out if the hole isn't big enough. Cheetah's have\nlittle cubs, so the hole doesn't have to stretch as much. So it all depends on\nwhat kind of animal you're dealing with. I had a lot more fun in this body than\nthe last one, though mind you, I ain't complaining one bit 'bout either!\"\nShe set out to prove her statement, for she rubbed her furry body across his\ncrotch until she was happy with the result.\nFrom there it was the simple\nstep of engulfing it with her own willing anatomy. And the rest? I think you\nknow where that led.","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782691-earning-his-stripes-part-1.json"}