# Earning His Stripes, Part 2

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Anthropomorphic, Cheetah, First Time, Human, Magic, Otter, Pain, Spellsinger, Tigress, Transformation, Vaginal, hymen, sex, surprise

#3 of The Spellsinger Tales

This chapter sets the stage for the remaining ones.

          The next morning they were both
hungry. As if to answer their breakfast needs, a flock of strange looking
bipedal lizards ran through the clearing, looking everything like miniature
dinosaurs. The tigress was up in an instant, but the creatures proved to be too
fast and agile for her massive frame. She sat down beside the spell-singer
panting heavily.
 "Doesn't look like they will be roasting
over a fire anytime soon. I wish I were a cheetah. Then I could take one of
them down without breaking a sweat!." 
He looked at her, picturing a
much slimmer, spotted version of Roseroar. He liked what he saw. "I think
you would make an absolutely gorgeous cheetah." 
He no more had the words out
when that prickle of magic returned. The tigress shifted shape, her colors
blending and re-separating into a series of spots. Her size diminished until
she was a lithe cat with long arms and legs. All this in mere seconds. The look
on her face said that she knew something had happened, but she had no idea what
it was. 
He did.
Jon-Tom was unsure how she was
going to react to this change. She was very proud of her ancestry, and it was
obvious that his magic had somehow caused the transformation. "Uhh,
Roseroar, I don't know how to tell you this, but you just got your
wish."  
Her gaze from him to herself,
stretching out one long arm to inspect it.  She extended her legs to their
full length. She peered into his face. "Interesting. Did you do this or
did I?" He really didn't know the answer and said as much. She wasn't
perturbed in the least. "Well, for the time being, I might as well see how
it feels to be the fastest feline around."
She jumped to her feet, eyed
the herd of lizards, and took off like a shot. He couldn't really clock her,
but it was apparent that she had magically inherited all of the traits a real
cheetah was endowed with. In no time she returned carrying two of the beasts by
their necks, teeth marks plainly visible in their jugulars. "Excuse my mouth,
but damn that was fun! I've never run faster in my life. I could get used to a
body like this!" 
Jon-Tom was relieved. He wasn't
certain how she was going to deal with becoming an entirely different cat. She
continued talking excitedly. "What say you and me skin these morsels and
put them up to roast? And while they're cooking, why don't you try your spit on
me?"
 Her tone was unmistakable, but he was
momentarily confused. Spit? Then it dawned on him. Sure enough, his
"spit" woke up. Since he wasn't wearing his trousers, there was no
way of hiding it. She smiled; something that looked more like what it was
in her present form and commented, "I'll take that as a yes!"
The two set to work cleaning
and skinning the lizards, and propped them up over the coals. Both were a bit
messy from the work, but a quick dip in the nearby creek cleaned them up
sufficiently. The cool water had done little to dampen either one's amorous
intentions. She was testing out various functions of her new body. One of them
gave her pause for concern. She raised one paw and said solemnly, "I
forgot. Cheetahs can't retract their claws all the way. This here gal is gonna
have to be careful with ya, otherwise you might need some mending." 
"I'll take my chances. As
they say where I come from; no guts, no glory."
She laughed at that. "Well
sugah, if you have the guts, I have the glory!" He had no doubts that she
did.
They shook out his cape and
spread it back down on the ground. This time the two were of more equal size,
so Jon-Tom mixed it up a little by laying down first, pulling her down on top
of him. They kissed, but the activity was still impractical due to the
difference in their mouths. There was a reason so many species thought the
human convention of lip touching was odd; they themselves didn't have the
correct equipment for it. She found being on top novel, but it was well suited
to her agile new form. She wasted no time in positioning herself over his
"spit" finding that this form was more sinuous than her original. She
located the head of his cock and slid over the top. She pushed down, but the
head stopped at the entrance to her cunt and wouldn't budge.
She grunted a little in
disappointment and pushed harder. Still there was no give. It had been a tight
fit inside her normal form, and this particular feline was a lot smaller than a
tiger. There was a chance this wasn't going to work. She pushed her body up a
little and looked down at him. "I hate to say this sugah, but I don't
think we're going to be compatible." 
He thought for a moment. "This
may sound stupid, but in humans there is a thing called a hymen. It's what
separates a virgin from an experienced girl. Its a bit of tissue..." 
She stopped him in his tracks.
"I know what it is. I lost mine years ago. Why bring it up?" 
"Well, I just thought that
this form is new to you. Maybe it's all
new, if you get my meaning." 
She rolled that around in her
head. "OK, maybe so. That means I'm gonna have to try a little harder. I
guess it'll hurt me quicker than it will you."
She repositioned herself until
the head of his cock was right against her hole. Grabbing him by the shoulders,
she pushed with all her might, straining her hips, forcing herself down on his
cock. All at once he was inside, but not without a screech of pain and a series
of evenly spaced holes appearing in his shoulders. Neither partner moved. With
a look of apology she loosened her claws from his clavicles. She wiggled her
hips a little. Despite his sudden entry into her depths, it appeared he was
stuck where he was.
 From his position he couldn't tell for
certain, but only a few inches of his cock could be inside. She was aware of it
too. She pulled back a little, sliding off a bit. But it wasn't the direction
she was ultimately interested in, so she shoved hard again, gaining a few more
inches, though not without some pain. Not one to be denied what she wanted, she
pulled back again, and shoved a final time. While it pushed herself fully over
his cock, the cost was a throaty scream. The scream in turn unnerved Jon-Tom,
but when she passed out on top of him, he felt even worse.
He was about to pushed her off
when she woke back up. "Don't you dare sugah. I didn't go through that
again to have you trying to sneak off. Of course, it was worse this time
around. I should have figured that you were going to be hard on this smaller
body." 
He started to apologize, but
she shut him up. "First time is always the roughest. And I don't know how
many cheetahs you know, but they aren't built for size, and honey, you've got
size. That ain't nothing to apologize about." She tried a few exploratory
wiggles. It was easier sliding off of his cock than driving it in. So she erred
on the side of caution and drove herself down as firmly as she could. "I
guess I need to stretch a little before we can have any fun. You and I can just
lay here for a bit while this new hole of mine gets into shape."
Jon-Tom wasn't about to argue.
He had felt bad for the obvious discomfort she had gone through for them to be
where they were now. That being said; she felt unbelievable. Indeed, as he
thought about it, he was having sex with a virgin, in body if not in mind. She
was tight as hell. He thought that the tigress' cunt was a firm fit, this one
was even more so. It was hard to describe, but overall he felt like the owner
of a spear driven hard into unyielding flesh. 
He was sure that there was
blood involved, but she seemed unconcerned. "I ain't gonna bleed to
death." was all she said. As they lay there, firmly connected at the hips,
he could feel her from the inside out. Her heartbeat was palpable through their
connection, and he was sure she could feel his. Blood was pumping strenuously
through his body, but it was all being guided to one spot.
After a few minutes she experimented
with moving a little. She glided about halfway down his length, and then back
again. She didn't wince, so that was a good sign. The movement was slow and
measured, which meant that she wasn't ready for anything vigorous just yet.
That was alright with him. The feeling of just being inside this nubile feline
body was heavenly. While she slowly worked her way up and down his cock, he took
to stroking the fur on her back and neck. She started purring, a deeply seated
rumble that shook her body. In no time, she was managing to build up speed
without being uncomfortable, and a little while longer she was doing so to
pleasure instead of pain. It was just as well, because Jon-Tom was enjoying
himself to the extreme. She was doing all of the work, if it could be called
work, and he was reaping the benefits.
She came all at once. There was
no build up, no hint of what was coming. Her body clamped down on his with such
intensity that she stopped sliding back and forth, instead holding him in such
an internal grip that he felt that if she continued she would pull out his cock
by its roots. He felt like a chainsaw trying to be started. It dawned on him,
in the remote part of his brain that was still capable of thought, that this
must be the way cheetahs were, fast and hard at everything. That thought was
punctuated by the awareness that from deep inside him there was a welling that
was working its way to the surface. He only hoped that there would be room for
it. It was already a bit tight in there. When he came, it was painfully and
violently so, much like their whole love making session had been. 
She collapsed on top of him,
panting but awake. She purred in his ear. "You know, a gal could get to
like this kind of treatment!" He was glad that she approved.
The smell of roasting meat
jostled them back to the present. Looking over to the fire, it was plain that
if the lizards weren't rotated soon they would be ruined. Roseroar volunteered
to turn them, but as she went to get up, it was clear that they were still held
tightly together. Neither wanted to force the issue, so Jon-Tom had her grab
his shoulders and as he stood, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Mildly
encumbered, he was still able to turn the spit and save their meal. She nuzzled
his neck, her whiskers tickling his cheek. "Ya know Jon-Tom, this is a
switch. Normally, I would be carrying you, not the other way around." He
carried her back to his cape with the intent of lying back down. She stopped
him. "I'll tell ya what. All of this walking has felt pretty good to my
insides." She shifted her hips back and forth, testing the waters. Jon-Tom
hadn't lost any rigidity during the interim.
"Honey, ya'll got the
strength to hold me for a bit?"
 "I don't see why not." was his
response.
 "Good sugah. I don't think I'll take
long. This body seems to do everything fast." She lunged downward, and
pulled back up sharply. In no time she was a virtual blur of motion. While she
wasn't heavy, at least in comparison to her normal body, he was going to lose
his footing eventually. But she was right. In a very few minutes he felt her
tighten up around him, and with a high pitched cry, she was done. 
They fell back onto the ground.
He rolled her over so that he was on top. "Not fair, my fine lady. Twice
for you and once for me. It's my turn now." Indeed, despite her recent
climax, she was looser now than at first. A few thrusts found less resistance than
before.
He pulled her long legs up and
had her grab onto them, spread wide. He pushed himself in as far as he could
go, thankful she had her hands full. He didn't want to have to heal two sets of
claw marks. He knew that he would never achieve the speed that was natural to
her kind, but it didn't really matter. This was his turn. He started with long
thrusts, each return driven as deeply as he could go. She gasped and her eyes
nearly bulged out of her head. After only a minute or so she came again. He
continued pounding away, waiting for the release he knew was in him. But every
two or three minutes she was convulsed with contractions. Her ninth one was
timed with his, and the two fell together in a heap. For the first time in an
hour the two fell apart. Sure enough, they were both covered in blood, but not
as bad as he had feared.
He wanted to sleep, but the
rumble in his belly reminded him that there was food to be eaten. He crawled
over to the remains of the fire and pulled off the meat. Roseroar was snoring
when he returned. He was partially annoyed that she was out, but she was so
beautiful laying there that he couldn't find it in his heart to be angry. He
gently shook her awake. "Roseroar, food's ready." She mumbled
something. "What?" he asked. 
"I'm full right now
Jon-Tom. You'll have to wait." He sat back and had a good long laugh. His
mirth broke through her drowsiness. "What's so funny?" she asked with
some annoyance. 
"I said, the food is
ready. Unless you like yours extra crispy that is."
She sat up, her arms very
nearly not supporting her. "Food. That's a good idea. This body burns up a
lot of calories."
After their repast, the two
cleaned up in the stream again. She sat down and looked sadly at her armor.
"Ya know, it makes me kinda sad. I've made most of that myself. Now it'll
never fit me again." She sniffed a little. "I had fun Jon-Tom, but I
wish I was a tiger again." 
He had to agree. "This was
fun, but I wish I had my tiger back." 
In an instant her body changed.
The spots stretched into stripes, and the thin frame that was the cheetah's now
expanded until a full blown tigress was once again standing there. She patted
herself down, and looked at him. "Thank you sugah!" 
He looked lost. "I didn't
do a thing." 
"Now honey, I don't know
that much about magic, but this was obviously your doing." 
He nodded, since the statement
was true enough. He just didn't know what he had done.
"Let's think this through.
You played me that beautiful song saying that I was your lady." 
He nodded.
 "And what did I say? I said I would be
any kind of lady, any time you wanted it!" 
He agreed and added, "And
I said that I would accept as long as it's always going to be you inside."

She looked thoughtful.
"And that's just what happened sugah! I mentioned being another cat, but
nothing happened. It only happened when you agreed with me. Think of the
possibilities Jon-Tom! I can be anything we want, and turn back to me
again." 
He had to agree but as usual
had reservations. "What if it only worked once? It may never happen again."

"Always the doomsayer,
aren't you?" It's easy enough to test. "I wish that I were a
panther."  As an afterthought, she added, "a black one." 
He wasn't too sure about this,
but went along for the ride. "I think that you would make a lovely black panther."
The prickle of magic came and
went, and in its place stood the darkest, sultriest black panther he had ever
seen. She twitched her tail and wrinkled her nose. "Told ya honey. This
only happens with you and me together. That's some spell you sung up." 
She was walking away from him
towards the stream. "Where are you going?" 
"Honey, I have just got to
see myself and since I don't have no mirror, my reflection in the water will
just have to do." She stood on the bank admiring their recent handiwork.
All at once she turned back to him. "Sooooo. Would you like to try out
this body too."
 He eyed her up and down, admiring the body and
looking for an appropriate answer. He finally said "Yes. But not now.
There will be time, and I think I would like the original back for a while. She
is, after all, my favorite." 
It must have been the right
answer, because she gave him a hug and said "I wish I was a tiger
again." 
"I second that," and
again the magical transformation into a tiger
"This here is one heck of
a gift you've given me sugah. We'll have plenty of time to test it out, but I
think we had best be on our way. This here has been good fun, and I needed the
companionship, if you know what I mean, but we best get moving. Is that map in
your head still working?" 
The content of that spell had
been pushed to the back of his mind, which was just as well. Clothahump had
meant to only place the necessary information in his head. What had happened
was that the entire planet was spinning through his brain cells. He focused on
the image, and in no time located their present location. He was amazed to see
that not only was the geography showing up, so was the vegetation and animal
life. Included in that was a tall human in a lizard skin cape and a lovely
tigress. This was just too weird. Rather than mention it, he redirected his
thoughts on their destination, and oriented their path along that route.
Neither one was familiar with
the terrain, but Jon-Tom soon found that if he consulted his map, he could pick
the best way through much of it. Roseroar had to snap him out of his reverie
for he was often searching the mental images flowing through his brain. It
wasn't a bad thing altogether, for several times they avoided dangerous plants,
pitfalls and uncivilized locals by his constant consultation of the images in
his head.
One evening, as it was drawing
towards darkness, he guided them to a quiet glen hidden in a forest. There was
a small stream that widened into a pond before gently cascading down over a
short limestone cliff. To one side was a copse of trees in bloom, their petals
littering the ground underneath. All in all it was a romantic setting. Both of
them were hungry, but there didn't appear to be any reptilian meal tickets in
the area. Jon-Tom walked over to the pond, gazing into the deep clear water.
Large fish, trout perhaps, swam in its depths. But he had neither fishing pole
nor the swimming ability to catch them. The tigress came over and searched the
depths with him. "Hmmph. I wasn't made for caching fish. It's too bad I
wasn't a sleek little otter like yo friend. Now there's an excellent swimmer!"
 He absentmindedly agreed, "Yes, that
would be nice. Mudge certainly never had trouble catching fish." The
prickle on his neck told him he was too late to take back what he said. He
glanced sidelong at Roseroar, only to see a near carbon copy of his otter
friend, albeit female. Like Mudge, she was much larger than any otter he was
used to, much like many of the animals here.
She was giving her new form the
once over. "Thanks sugah! I never thought being this small would have any
advantages, but this doesn't seem so bad." She contorted her body with the
amazing flexibility natural to otters. She looked up at Jon-Tom. "I'll
fetch us some supper right quick I think!" With that, she was underwater,
barely disturbing the surface tension as she slipped into the pool. 
He could see her chasing after
the fish like a hyperactive torpedo. In no time she surfaced with a big one in
her mouth. She came to shore and threw it up on the bank where he had to
capture it before it flopped back in. Four more trips underwater and she had
enough to feed them for the night. She pulled herself out of the pond, water
shedding off of her coat like a miniature waterfall. 
"Honey, this here form
isn't half bad. I like water and all, but in this shape I can literally fly
through it. And it's agile and flexible in ways I've never known. Too bad it's
so small." 
"Too small? It's the same
size as any other otter." 
"Right," she said.
"Too small!" 
He shook his head in confusion.
"Too small for what..." He let his words trail off as he realized
what she meant. "Roseroar, I thought I was going to hurt you when you
were in cheetah form. I have no idea what would happen with you as an
otter."
"You're right sugah, as
usual." 
He relaxed; thankful a possible
disaster had been averted. But he was to have no such luck. 
"We'll have no idea what
would happen unless we try. This body seems a might bit more," she
stopped, searching for the right word, "stretchy. Besides, the fish can
wait." 
He was prepared to argue but
realized the futility in doing that. She was right. Either it would work or it
wouldn't. She wasn't so careless as to allow herself to come to harm. But he
rather doubted that this was going to be possible. After all, her present form
was smaller than the cheetah. He did recognize that otters were acrobats,
capable of contorting their bodies into pretzel like convolutions. That didn't
mean that they could handle, well, internal expansion capable of dealing with
his dimensions. 
Roseroar simplified it for him.
"Jon-Tom, get undressed and get over here!" He reluctantly complied.
Once his clothing was off, she
assisted in matters by tripping him, causing him to fall back on the ground.
She was on top of him immediately, planting wet little kisses on his face.
"This is kinda fun" exclaimed the tigress-turned-otter. The
spell-singer allowed her to carry on, carefully sliding his hand down to her
crotch. She wiggled in a way to make it easier for him, and he found her cunt,
the outside still mildly damp from her swim. He inserted a finger, and sure
enough, this form had all of the signs of being a virgin. He worked his finger
in as far as it would go, and she squirmed on top of it, bucking her hips. This
made it difficult for him to work in another, but he finally did. He felt a
slight give and knew that in this form, her hymen wasn't nearly as tough. A
third finger in was driving her crazy. He was rock hard, so he withdrew his
fingers and guided her down to where she wanted to be.
The first few attempts were
unsuccessful, largely because she was too twitchy to concentrate. He had to
grab her haunches to steady her. Once in position, he pushed up, and she pushed
down. With a pop he was inside. It wasn't far enough for her for she shoved
down hard, legs splayed, her belly gliding down his. She forced him in until he
swore that if she opened her mouth, he would see the tip of his cock in her
throat. Even then he wasn't going to fit in entirely. The head of his cock was
wedged up tight against her insides. It was no wonder Mudge liked sex so much,
it was part of his nature. Roseroar was madly going at it, both like and unlike
her cheetah form. She was obviously enjoying herself without the pain she
encountered previously. This little otter was a dynamo. Jon-Tom was glad she
was on top. Not only did he not have to worry about crushing her, he was able
to keep her in place better this way. She was moving seemingly in all
directions at once, totally engrossed in ecstasy.
In no time at all, she sat up
and pushed down hard, rocking violently in place. He couldn't help but release
himself, and his climax triggered one in her. Her body arched back at an
impossible angle, her muscles squeezing rapidly around his cock. All the while
she emitted a series a soft squeaks, as her body was wracked with convulsions.
All at once she screeched, falling limp across his chest.  She was out,
but her body was still actively twitching. It felt good. He brought up his
knees, repositioned the otter and began his own measured thrusts. It was a bit
difficult considering she was limp, but that was corrected when she came to.
She joined right in, not missing a beat. Within a few minutes the two were
satisfied again. 
They lay together for a while.
His stomach began to growl and she chuckled. "Hungry again are we?" 
"Yes my fine feline, but I
think for fish. I need to keep my strength up, you know!" 
"Indeed you do need to
keep things up. I guess we had better get supper on the fire." She heaved
up to get off of him, but was encumbered by their "shared
experience". She finally separated with an audible pop,  followed by
an even more audible sigh.
After their repast, during
which she opted to remain in otter form, Jon-Tom had to ask. "I don't get
it. Considering your size, we never should have been able to do what we
did." She just smiled up at him. "And what did we do sugah?"
 He took a swipe at her, a pointless gesture
since in the time it took him to swing his hand she was under his arm and
looking into his eyes. "I told you before spell-singer, you think like a
human. Size isn't everything. Some otters have proportionally big babies. You
ain't gonna squeeze that out if the hole isn't big enough. Cheetah's have
little cubs, so the hole doesn't have to stretch as much. So it all depends on
what kind of animal you're dealing with. I had a lot more fun in this body than
the last one, though mind you, I ain't complaining one bit 'bout either!"
She set out to prove her statement, for she rubbed her furry body across his
crotch until she was happy with the result.
From there it was the simple
step of engulfing it with her own willing anatomy. And the rest? I think you
know where that led.

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