{"sf1_id":782711,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Earning His Stripes, Part 4","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3414,"posted_at":"2014-11-16T19:33:00.000Z","tags":["Anthropomorphic","Cetacean","Dolphin","Human","Lioness","M/F","Magic","Spellsinger","Tigress","Transformation","Vaginal","beach","white lion"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782711-earning-his-stripes-part-4","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/782711","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=782711\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of The Spellsinger Tales","content":"            She was right and he knew it.\nBut the thought stuck around, hiding in the back corners of his mind. They\nstayed at their present location long enough for the meat to cure before they\nset off again. They enjoyed each other's company, verbally and physically,\nwhenever they could. A few more days into their journey they broke through the\nforest onto a sandy beach, looking remarkably like the one from which he had\nconjured up the Sloop John B. He was still gazing out to sea when Roseroar,\nstripped of her armor, went crashing into the surf. She rolled onto her back\nand cried out, \"What was that thing? A surfboard? Why don't we try that again?\"\nHe was stripping before she\nfinished her sentence. He swam beside her and started to climb on top, but she\ngrabbed a hold of him and gave him a hug.\n \"What was that for?\" \n\"For being yourself. She\nturned thoughtful. \"I know you accept me for who I am, but I would like to try\nsomething and I need your help\" He was perplexed as to what she might need\nbut was completely willing. \"I like water sugah, but there are those\nbetter at swimming than I am, like the otter. This time I would like to be a\ndolphin!\" He had been afraid of this. There was the risk that she could\nlike the form so well that she would leave him and disappear into the great big\nocean. She forestalled any such idea. \"Just think. Instead of just\nsurfing, you can ride me through the water.\"\nHe was intrigued enough to\ncomply. \"I think you would make a great dolphin.\" Fur and stripes\nmelted into the water; whiskers vanished, and her head flattened and elongated,\nher nose rising to the top of her head. Her feet were flippers and tail. It all\ntook place quicker than the eye could take in. \"Well what do ya\nknow,\" exclaimed the tigress-now-ocean-mammal in a voice many octaves\nhigher. With a quick push of her tail she was off into the depths. Before he\ncould chide himself with a told-you-so, she was up and out of the water doing a\nback flip, chattering with excitement. \"This must be just like\nflying,\" she exclaimed. She nudged his body. \"Climb aboard Jon-Tom.\nBut grab my fin and hang on tight because it's going to be a slippery\nride.\" \nShe was right. As a tiger surf\nboard, there had been fur to gain a purchase with. Dolphins were streamlined,\nand she certainly wasn't going to be acting the part of the board today.\nHe straddled her back, grabbed\nher dorsal fin and hung on for dear life. She skimmed along the surface,\noccasionally crashing through waves. All at once she shouted, \"Take a\nbreath and hang on.\" He barely had time to suck in a lungful of air before\nshe dived. She dove ever deeper, the light fading as they went. She spun in the\nwater and headed straight back up. Her tail and flippers were working overtime.\nThe sunlight was looming closer when all of the sudden she was breaking the\nsurface. At the speed she was going, both of them erupted into the air. \nJon-Tom lost his grip and fell.\nHe had salt water in his eyes, but he could still tell that they must have been\nfifteen feet in the air.  Then he came\ndown feet first, dipping below the surface.  She was to him immediately.\n\"Wow. Just Wow! That was like, totally cool sugah. These guys have it\nmade. No need to have your legs get tired. If you don't want to swim, just\nstop. The water will carry you! This is the greatest ever. Thank you, Thank\nyou, Thank you.\"\nAll the while she was saying\nthis she was rubbing her sleek body across his, more specifically his abdomen; and\nregions lower. He had little knowledge of dolphins, or porpoises, or\nwhales.  The most he could remember about ocean going mammals was a dumb\njoke he had heard. Why was a walrus like\nTupperware? Answer. They both like a\ntight seal. Strangely, it seemed appropriate at the moment.  However,\nshe could hold her breath underwater longer than he could. He was willing to\ngive this a try, but not at the loss of his own life. Besides, if he died, she\nwould be stuck in this form.\n She was avidly rubbing herself across his\ncrotch, especially since now there was something more substantial there to\nscratch her itch with. He felt her rubbery skin as it slid along his length\nuntil it caught on something. He knew that in this form, it had to be her slit.\nBut there was no way it was going to work. He said as much.\nShe was exasperated with him.\n\"Swim back to the shallows.\" He did as he was told. When the water\nwas only about five feet deep she stopped him. \"Get your feet planted in\nthe sand\" He dug them in with a wide stance. She positioned herself in\nfront and propelled out of the water. He instinctively grabbed around her back,\nlocking his arms under her fin. She was slippery, but a lot of her weight was\nbeing supported by the water. She arched her tail and lower body until she was\nlined up with his cock. She worked the head of it in, forcing herself a bit at\na time. It was a weird feeling; good, but weird. He was afraid he was going to\nhurt her again, but since he was motionless, he let her do what she wanted.\nShe eventually worked his\nentire length in. She relaxed a little, guiding her tail between his legs.\n\"Now; this will be easier\nfor you than for me. Start rocking me up and down.\" The waves were already\ndoing that, so he timed his actions with those of the water. She was tight, and\nif there were any kind of hymen, the blood would wash away with the currents.\nHe heaved her up with an oncoming wave, allowing gravity to take her back down.\nIt was fun, but it soon became apparent that she wanted to go faster. Ignoring\nthe incoming crests, Jon-Tom created his own rhythm. It culminated in a\ncrescendo of climaxing bodies. He lost his footing and fell forward, dragged\ndown by her weight. She didn't flinch. In one fluid motion she fell with him,\nand then resurfaced, her back down, with him on top. The extraordinary thing\nwas, she did so without dislodging him or their shared connection.\n  He gasped for air before\nshe sped off to shallower water. She swam right up to the shoreline. He\nattempted to get off, despite their continued attachment. It was awkward for\nher, but she turned her head as much as she could and said. \"We're not\ndone sugah. I want you to fuck me again. \"\nHe was shocked, as she had\nnever used that unladylike word before. It had to be something to do with the\ndolphin form. They were a bit flippant, no pun intended. Her blowhole was out\nof the water, while the lower portion remained wedged in the sand under the\nsurf. Since he was still inside her, he chose their present position as the\nonly practical one to try. He was afraid that his weight would be too much for\nher, but she wiggled her body into the submerged sand until she was nestled in\na shallow pit. With his legs and arms supporting his weight, the position\nworked. She squealed and chittered in delight as he thrust into her body with\nlong hard strokes. She especially loved the feel of his hairs tickling her\nvulva, something a dolphin rarely experienced.\n On the flip side, slamming away on a smooth\nhairless body was both exciting and unnerving, as it had lolita-like\nundertones.  He was pounding away and she loved it so much that his\nworries stopped there. They both came again, her internal contractions\nsqueezing his fluids out in a manner most forceful. \nA large wave came crashing to\nshore, unexpectedly causing them to pull apart.\nRoseroar let out an unhappy\ngrunt and tried to reposition herself. Jon-Tom just wasn't going to be ready\nagain that quickly, leastwise not this time. \"Roseroar, let's give it a\nbreak. Maybe you can try something land based? It might make it easier on\nme.\" \nShe chattered at him,\n\"Maybe, Maybe. But if I chose you have to agree.\"\n He didn't see where he had much choice.\n\"OK, I agree.\" \nShe sat there floating on the\nsurf, thinking about what she wanted to be next.  She rose and fell with\nthe swells, thinking ever longer. For an animal as impetuous as the dolphin,\nshe was taking her time. She finally piped up. \"You know, I can't think\nright now. How about if I just switch back to being me.\" \n\"I agree. A tiger would be\nvery nice.\" \nThe huge cat was standing in\nthe surf, bits of sea-foam stuck to her legs. \"You know Jon-Tom, this is\nfun, but I can begin to see some downsides.\" He was too politic to\ncomment.\nShe climbed up on shore and\nplopped down in the sun-warmed sand. He followed her and reclined beside her.\nShe propped up on one elbow and gazed at him. \"I was acting a bit flighty\nout there, wasn't I\" \n\"Yes you were. It seems\nthe normal for dolphins, for I have encountered them before. They have\nattention spans the size of a grain of sand.\" \nShe nodded silently.\n\"These bodies are fun, but if it's alright with you, I think I had better\nstick to something closer to home.\" He agreed, extracting a promise from\nher that there would be no more changes today. She was noncommittal about it.\n\"After all, sugah, I can't change unless you agree to it!\"\nThey sat absorbing the sun's\nrays, chewing on snake jerky and telling each other tales. He wasn't certain\nwhat she wanted; truth or fable. Given the choice she chose the latter. He had\nto think. There were many stories from many cultures in his world, but most\ncentered on humans. But wait, that wasn't true. There were the Egyptians! He\nhad audited a history class in the vain attempt to hook up with one of the\ngirls on campus. He remembered some of it. He hoped it would be enough.\n\"You know, I have heard\nabout magic from all corners of the world here, but I have never heard about\ngods or goddesses.\"\n She cocked her head. \"That's old magic,\nassuming that any of those stories are even true. Some say that they were\nmerely powerful magicians who craved followers and glory.\"\nJon-Tom understood. \"Well,\ncenturies ago there was a beautiful goddess named Bastet. She was in control of\nthe sun and the moon. She was a lovely black cat, adorned with gold and jewels.\nThe people of her land adored her, and she adored them in return. They held\ngreat festivals in her honor. This went on for thousands of years but\neventually the people forgot about her. She may still be there, watching and\nwaiting for their return.\"\n\"Bastet is a good\nname,\" declared the tigress, rolling the name over her tongue. \"There\nwas a similar deity here, so they say, also many centuries ago. Her name was\nSilef. She was not black but white as unblemished alabaster, with blue eyes\ndeep as the ocean. She had the body of a lioness, with the soft fur of a snow leopard.\nShe had a glow about her like the sheen of the most perfect pearl.\" \nJon-Tom was taken in by the\nstory. \"She sounds beautiful...not that I'm saying you're not\" \nShe snorted in amusement.\n\"I take no offense. As a goddess, she had to be beautiful.\" \nHe had to know more. \"Was\nshe a real person or just a fabrication?\" \nRoseroar rumbled deep down.\n\"I can't say. There are stories that there was once a tribe of white lions\nin the northern hills. No one has ever seen one in modern times, leastwise not\nthat I've heard of. If they did exist, it would be an honor to meet one, or\neven better, be one.\" \nJon-Tom was listening idly,\nmore absorbed in his own imaginations of what they looked like than what she\nwas saying. He absentmindedly agreed with her. \"Yes, I suppose that would\nbe nice.\"\nWhen the prickle of magic ran\nup his neck, he sighed and closed his eyes. Damn her, he thought. She tricked\nhim. He forced himself to open them when she called out to him, in a voice like\nchimes \n\"What do you think\nJon-Tom?\" Standing there was a breathtaking beauty, her white fur\nimmaculate, her blue eyes blazing. Only her nose was black, a distinct\ncounterpoint to the rest. He was beyond words. He found some anyway, and they\nwere stupid. \n\"Does this mean that the\nlions are real?\"\n\"Sugah, I still don't\nknow. But here I am, and do I look fantastic or what?\" There was no doubt\nabout that. She was everything she had described in her tale.\nShe was on her feet, performing\na flowing pirouette. While not as flexible as the little otter, this form\nflowed with an innate gracefulness. As she spun, her head took the lead while\nthe rest of her body followed. In one complete turn her head and tail covered\nthree hundred and sixty degrees. She was agile enough to not step outside the\nbounds of a few inches of sand. All at once she leaped away, bounding over the\ndunes like a rabbit. In no time she was out of sight. Jon-Tom stared out over\nthe crested sand, waiting for her to return. He knew she would, but each time\nshe changed, he had no idea what she was going to do. This was no exception. \nSo intent was he on catching a\nglimpse of her in the distance that he failed to notice her standing next to\nhim. She had doubled back behind the dunes and had silently approached him from\nthe rear. When she cleared her throat, he nearly jumped out of his skin.\n\"Dammit, Roseroar you about scared me half to death.\" \nAmusement danced in her eyes.\n \"I know sugah. I couldn't help myself.\nThis here body is very near perfect in every way.\" It has about every\ntalent a cat can have; speed, agility, strength, and beauty!\" \nJon-Tom added one more. \"it\nalso has you.\" \nShe pushed him down on the sand\nand sat on top of him. \"Why yes it does sugah. I think we need to test out\nall of its abilities, don't you?\"\nHe wasn't surprised that sex\ncame up again. He was unsure if she was normally this predatory (pun intended)\nor if it was all of the forms she was trying out. He found it hard to believe\nthat they all could be this sensual, but evidence dictated otherwise. Of\ncourse, it wasn't merely sex; it was love. It certainly didn't matter to him\nwhat form she was in. \n\"I'm willing to do\nanything for you, Roseroar, \" he said with a sparkle in his eye.\n\"Especially when it means getting physical!\" \nShe purred seductively, rubbing\nher long softly furred tail across his legs. She spread herself down on the\nground, motioning for him to follow. He hesitated, taking the time to inspect\nher body. He made a quick decision and instead of joining her the way she was\nexpecting, he flipped so that his legs we straddling her neck and head. \nShe started to protest.\n\"Sugah, just what do you think you're doing? ah ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....\"\nHis tongue had gone to work on her clitoris. Never in her life had she\nencountered oral sex. For his part, he found her sweet musky taste to be\nintoxicating. He slid open her tight lips, and immediately began working his\ntongue over the exposed pink surfaces.\nFor her part, she grabbed his\nhead and held it in place, guiding him to where it felt the best. H hardly\nneeded the guidance. Her hips came off the ground every time he gently sucked\nat her clit. They had never discussed this particular aspect of sex. For all he\nknew, it was a purely human invention. The fact was obvious that she certainly\nliked it. She was enthralled with the feeling. Having had Jon-Tom's cock inside\nher more times than she could count already, this was an entirely different experience.\nIt was as if he had magically focused her sexual energies in one spot and was\ncontinuously activating them. She was nearly losing control of herself, but had\nto fight to keep her claws sheathed. She didn't want to accidentally harm him,\nespecially since he was working so hard to please her. With one particular load\nmoan, her tongue came out and reflexively lapped at the air.\nInstead of air it encountered\nflesh. Jon-Tom's scrotum to be exact. He wasn't expecting it so he naturally jumped\na little. She came away with the mild taste of salt, both his and the ocean's,\nmixed with his own, particular scent. The tongue came out again and curled\naround his balls. The feeling of it to him was both smooth and rough. It was\nwell lubricated but had tiny bumps across its surface. He swore he could feel\nevery one. She licked again, and again. She tried to reach his cock, but\ncouldn't quite make it. With a gentle heave, she arched her back, reducing the\namount of space between their bodies, allowing him to stay where he was, and\nyet permitting her a chance to reciprocate. She knew she had to be careful. A\nfeline like herself was designed for eating flesh, not playing with it. She\nkept her motion limited to her tongue. She occasionally lost control when he\nworked a bit too vigorously on sensitive spots. On the other hand, he now knew\nwhen to back off a little.\nHer licking was driving him\ncrazy, and in no time he blew his load. However, at that exact time she had his\ncock fully in her mouth, cautiously working the length with her tongue. He\nnever meant to cum down her throat, but it's exactly what he did. She could\nfeel him explode, his contractions easily palpable on her tongue. She was\nunsure how to handle this. In the time it took her to wonder, it was too late.\nShe felt his fluids rushing into her mouth. She was half expecting the flavor\nto be awful, but what touched her taste buds wasn't nearly what she expected.\nShe hardly had time to think about it. Jon-Tom's ministrations were bringing\nher over the top, and in no time she was too preoccupied to care. She came so\nhard it hurt. He finally stopped when she unconsciously started crushing his\nhead between her legs. He carefully removed himself from his position until her\nspasms diminished to mere shakes.\nAs she settled down, he\nsnuggled up close beside her. She reeled him in with one big paw, brought\naround the other one and gave him a hearty, loving hug. She said nothing,\nlargely because she was still gasping for breath. They lay together unmoving\nuntil they both fell asleep. This lasted long enough for them to rest and\nrecharge. He awoke to the deep chesty rumbling of her purring. Her eyes were\nopen, deep pools of ocean blue. \"Just what do you call that, that, whatever\nit was you did to me?\"\n\"Where I come from its\ncall foreplay.\"\nShe wrinkled her nose.\n\"Four what?\" \n\"Fore, as in before. And\nplay, as in \"not quite the real thing. Foreplay. It's sort of a warm up\nfor sex.\" \n\"Warm up? Sugah, you had\nme on fire! I didn't know such magic existed.\" \n\"I'm glad you liked it.\nBelieve it or not, it was a lot of fun for me too!\" \n\"I'll believe ya sugah.\nY'all could have lost an important body part though when you really let me have\nit.\"\nHe had been a little nervous\nabout that, but she had handled herself well. She continued. \"I could tell\nyou were going to let loose. You taste pretty good!\" \n\"And so do you,\nRoseroar.\" \n\"Well honey, if your\nforeplay was merely an appetizer, I think I'm ready for the main course.\" ","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782708-earning-his-stripes-part-3.json"}