{"sf1_id":782716,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Earning His Stripes, Part 5","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3933,"posted_at":"2014-11-16T19:37:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anthropomorphic","Human","Lynx","M/F","Spellsinger","Tigress","Transformation","Unicorn","Vaginal","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782716-earning-his-stripes-part-5","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/782716","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=782716\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#6 of The Spellsinger Tales","content":"            He didn't need any coaxing. She\nlay on her back, her white belly fur as comfortable as satin sheets. He slid up\nbetween her legs and found her cunt with his cock. There was to be no problem\nwith lubrication, for she was still wet and slippery. She was also more than\nready. The moment he was in position she thrust upward with her hips, impaling\nherself willingly on his manhood. That now familiar momentary constriction that\nwas her hymen proved to be no hindrance to the union.\nHe took over, pushing himself\ndeeper with repeated thrusts. He stopped only when he was fully inside her. He\nwaited, savoring the feel of her tight wet hole. Unlike her other forms this\none had a slightly different anatomical feature. The wall of her cunt was\nridged, a bit like the corrugation in cardboard. Her depth and his length\nmeshed perfectly, for he could feel the tip of her cervix pressing against the\nhead of his cock. As he gradually pulled back, her ridges rubbed enticingly\nalong his shaft. The pleasure of it wasn't lost on Roseroar, who moaned softly.\nJon-Tom measured his movements carefully, finding a slow stride benefited from\nher internal construction over fast thrusts. He was concentrating on the pure\npleasure of her body that he failed to notice that it was driving him over the\nedge. He came well before he intended, gushing hotly inside her.\nShe gave him a squeeze, both\nwith her paws as well as her internal muscles. \"Done already?\" She\nsounded disappointed. \n\"Not at all. I think that\nwas just the overflow. You know, making way for the really good stuff.\" \nShe purred. \"I hope\nso!\" \nHe was still hard as a rock, so\nhe certainly wasn't lying. He pushed in all the way, purposely massaging her\ncervix with the head of his cock. She reciprocated by locking her legs around\nhis torso and compressing their bodies together. She had the strength to crack\nhis pelvis but expertly and deftly managed to keep her power under check. She\neased up enough to allow him room to generate some motion, but initially held\nhim so strongly that he barely moved a few inches either way. As her grip\nlessened and his thrusts got deeper, she relaxed and matched her movements to\nmirror those of her lover.\nIt was Roseroar's turn to\nclimax. Jon-Tom was not the only one  to have noticed the ribs in her\ncunt. She could feel the vibration caused by his repeated passage along her\nwarm, wet hole. It was new and completely unlike any of the other forms she had\ntaken. Better yet, instead of pushing her over the top quickly, like in the\notter form, this kept building over time. When it released, she was washed with\nan internal heat, pouring over her like waves of lava. Jon-Tom kept pounding\naway, each piston-like action triggering more and more pleasure within\nher. Once she began her orgasm it never stopped. It was as though he was\ncontinuing the climax once it had been triggered. There was only so much she\ncould tolerate. When that point was reached, she passed out.\nShe awoke to find her body\nstill reacting, and Jon-Tom still engaged energetically at his task. He had\nbeen right; that first climax of his had merely been a spill over. But she\ncould sense a quickening in his movements and knew he wouldn't last much longer.\nIt was just as well, for she was light-headed and worse (better?) yet, was\nstarting to climax again. He started to release, and she followed not far\nbehind, her contractions pumping every last bit of fluid out of his cock. To\nhim it felt like a closed fist wringing out every drop. After their mutual\ncontractions faded, they lapsed into a cozy rest period, lovingly pinned in\neach other's arms.\n\"Ya know sugah, I think\nthis just keeps getting better and better. It certainly beats anything I've\never had before.\" \nThis brought up a subject he\nhad been loathe to broach; her past experiences. He felt a little better about\nasking, knowing that he was tops in the field. \"So,\" he asked,\n\"How do I compare to your other lovers.\" \nShe snickered a little.\n\"Are you jealous or just envious?\" \n\"Just curious\" \n\"Well honey, you have to\nremember how males of my kind are formed.\" He looked at her with one of\nhis stupid looks. \"You know, in the lower regions...\" Still the blank\nlook. \"Jon-Tom, a male feline, regardless of the species, has small spines\non his penis.\" \nHe thought it over a moment,\nfinally wincing for the female on the receiving end. \"I guess I don't know\nmy biology all that well. I've never heard of such a thing. I figured we were\nall alike.\"\n She snorted at his naiveté. \"I will say\nthis for humans. I think the females get off easy.\"  \nHe could hardly argue.\n\"But why are they built that way?\"\n That question she could not answer. \"I\nnever have heard a reasonable explanation other than that's what works for our\nkind. But then some animals have twisty ones, fat ones, pointy ones and stubby\nones. I can't say I've tried them all (holding up a paw to forestall his\ninevitable question) but I am very familiar with other cat species. Yours\nis by far the most comfortable, size-worthy, and pleasurable I have ever\nencountered.\" While he basked in her praise, it dawned on him why such\nanimals never tried anal sex. Ouch!\nShe seemed to be reading his\nthoughts. \"We cats rarely have sex for mere recreation just for that\nreason. A girl has to be in heat to tolerate the full nature of that kind of\nprodding. On the other hand, your tool is well designed for striking just the\nright places.\" She nudged him gently in the ribs. \"Speaking of which, I\nthink I have an itch that needs scratching again.\"\n He was ready to oblige, but she motioned a\nlittle lower. \"Honey, I think we should try out your naughty bit on this\nform, don't you?\" He agreed readily, but warned her, \"I think we had\nbetter get me lubed up the regular way first, don't you think?\" \n\"Sounds like a lovely idea\nJon-Tom!\"\nShe was going to shift to her\nbelly, but he held her still. \"This is just fine.\"\nIndeed, once he penetrated her,\nshe had to agree. In no time he was wet and slippery, thanks to her bountiful\nlubrication. She pouted a little when he pulled out, leaving a little gush of\nfluid to dribble down across her anus. That, coupled with the coating on his\ncock was enough for him to gently push into her ass. She grunted at first, but\nhe held still until she acclimated to his presence. It was a totally different\nfeeling from her cunt. Unlike in her tiger form, her ass here was even tighter,\nassuming that was possible. He allowed her to start the movement, but her\nposition under him made the effort difficult and clumsy. When he knew she was\nready he took over, pumping gently. He would push until his hairs brushed her\nanus and then pulled back until he was almost out.\nEventually his movements picked\nup speed, and he was banging away a little harder. The tempo increased until\nshe was grunting in time with his movements. All at once she grabbed his ass\nwith her big paws and took over like she had on previous encounters. She was\nramming him in more forcefully than he would ever have dared try. All at once\nshe rammed him down hard against her body and held him with bone crushing\nstrength. He could feel her climaxing, cumming hard. Her ass muscles clenched\naround his cock like a tourniquet. Despite the feeling, it was soon hurting. On\nthe other hand, as she began to relax and he picked up his own pace, the\nfeeling soon came to him and he was over the top, filling her bowel with hot\nfluid.\nRoseroar couldn't help but\npurposely give him a few squeezes after she regained control. He returned the\nfavor by pushing in a little. After a few rounds of this, he was hard and ready\nto go again, which is what she had hoped for. Needless to say, they came\ntogether a while later in a clash of bodies that left the two of them\ndrained.  As they relaxed, Jon-Tom's inevitable mental processes were\nevaluating what she had said earlier.\n \"In heat...\" \nHad she been in heat this\nentire time? He rather felt bad for her if she was. The sex was great but in\nthe end she would be denied the whole purpose of the act; procreation. He had\nto ask. \"Roseroar, have you been in heat this entire time?\" \nShe licked her lips and purred\nfrom deep within her chest. \"Yes darling, more or less. I likely will be\nuntil I get pregnant. But since I can't, that means I will be stuck with it\nuntil my dying day.\"\nHe was perplexed. \"What do\nyou mean? Are you saying that you're sterile?\" \nIt was her turn to be perplexed.\n\"What do you mean by sterile?\"\n \"It means that for whatever reason you\nare unable to conceive.\" To make sure she understood he clarified it\nfurther. \"It means that you can't have babies or cubs.\" \nHer face fell, showing the\nsadness within. \"Yeah, that seems to sums it up sugah. I have tried,\nbelieve you me, but not a single one took. I went to several wise women, but\ntheir help was worthless. The best advice was from the last one. She said that\nI had to connect with a true love. She may be right, because none of the\nfellows I mated with came close to touching my heart. And now that I have found\none that touches my heart, we're of two different species. I call that the\nworst of luck.\" Jon-Tom was beginning to feel terrible. He was thinking he\nhad been taking advantage of her good nature and raw sexuality. She interpreted\nthe look on his face and halted his thoughts. \"Now don't go fretting. You\nhave shown me a great time, better than anyone else in this world could do. But\nI told ya, like begets like. If you were a tiger, then maybe it would\nwork.\"\nThat got him thinking again.\nWhat if he could turn himself into a tiger? He sat absorbed in his\nthoughts.  Roseroar watched him, wondering herself what he was up to. He\nthought hard, but the only tiger song he knew had already been sung. Eye of the\nTiger was part of his repertoire that had been responsible for Roseroar's\ninitial appearance. He knew songs by Cat Stevens, a few of the tunes from the\nmusical Cats, but overall there was nothing useful. He inadvertently let out an\noath. \n\"Whatcha up to\nspell-singer?\" \nHe looked chagrined. \"I\nwas trying to think of a song that would turn me into a tiger.\" \nShe gazed lovingly at him.\n\"Ya know sugah, I appreciate the thought, but I happen to like you as you\nare.\" \nHe protested. \"But\nRoseroar, look at all of the changes you have gone through for me. The least I\ncan do...\"\nShe shut him up with a\nirritated roar. \"Males. Ya better get your head about you Jon-Tom. You\ngave me the ability to change, but it was my choice to use it. If you think\nthat you have had all the fun, then you're not paying attention. I'll never\nforget this. Don't go spoiling it trying to do something stupid. I went into\nthis knowing what I would be in for.\" She thought for a moment before\nadding. \"Well, I didn't plan on the magic bit, but it has only made it\nbetter.\" \n\"I'm sorry,\" he said\ncontritely. \"It's just that you deserve so much more!\" \n\"Hmmph! I don't dwell on\nit. I enjoy what can be enjoyed and let the rest fall to the wayside. Besides,\nif you think I deserve more, than get that piece of meat of yours into working\norder and give me some more!\" He figured it was a good way to end the\ndiscussion and put them back on equal footing. It worked.\nAfter a few rounds the next\nday, Roseroar wished herself back into her old body. Jon-Tom was quiet on their\njourney. She had a feeling he was still mulling over a way to change himself\ninto a tiger. She kept silent. If he wanted to try, then let him try. It might\nbe interesting. It made travel boring, but there were worse things to deal\nwith. The next couple of days found him subdued. He plucked at the duar,\nmouthing words, careful not to induce something catastrophic. She finally\nsettled down next to him. \"Sugah, why don't you sing me some songs?\"\nAfter failing at a transformation spell, a chance to sing some love songs\nproved therapeutic. For an hour he held her entranced.  When he was done,\nshe motioned him over. \n\"Ya know honey, you're\nquite the lover. Not every lady gets serenaded like I do! But enough of the\nsinging. Like your one song asked, how\ndeep is your love? I think it's time you showed me again!\"\nHe had to smile. Their\nrelationship had gone from the tense first meeting, at which point sex was the\nfurthest thing from his mind to now, when she was asking him for it routinely.\nHe was quick to undress. She had him where she wanted him in no time. As they\nwere engaged, she whispered in his ear, \"I wish I had chosen a different\nform.\" \nNonplussed, he answered back,\n\"You can be anything you want, whenever you want it.\"\n  \"Thanks darling. It\ndawned on me that I never got a chance to try out the black panther body.\nThat's what I want to be.\" In the weirdest thing to happen to him yet\nduring this experience, Roseroar immediately changed under him. And around him.\nIn fact, he instantly broke her hymen because the two were already connected.\nShe let out a snarl, but relaxed as the pain subsided. \"Sorry sugah, I\ndidn't think about that!\"\nJust days before he was having\nsex with the purest white lion. Now it was the other end of the spectrum. The\nlithe black panther under him was nothing but raw energy. Once she was over\nlosing her virginity...again...she was greedy for some action. He was happy to\noblige.  She was feeling pretty fierce in this body, rolling over and\npinning him underneath her. She took to riding his length with relish, often\ngrinding her body against his until they were both raw. When the time came, he\nfilled her up until his juices were leaking out around his cock. She leaned\nforward and purred in his face. \n\"Whatcha thinking\nsugah?\"\n \"Who says I'm thinking?\" \n\"Oh, I can tell. You have\nthe habit of doing it at random times.\" \n\"Fine. You're right. But I\ncouldn't help it.\"\n \"Welllll?\" \nHe got a look of amusement on\nhis face. \"Where I come from, a woman's private area has a nickname. It's\nreferred to as a \"pussy.\" \nShe waited for the rest.\n\"Soooo?\" \"\n\"I was just thinking that I\nhave been getting a little pussy lately.\"\nShe tossed that around in her\nhead, trying to see the humor in it. She didn't find it. He had been getting a\nlot of it lately. So she added some humor of her own. \"So you want a\nlittle pussy do you? Perhaps I should be a lynx.\" \nThe joke was on her. She\ninstantly became that particular feline. While not the smallest of cats, it was\nthe smallest she had yet tried, akin to the size of the otter. Needless to say,\nthere was an issue. Jon-Tom was still inside her. The only saving grace to the\nsituation is that he wasn't completely hard. As it was, he ruptured yet another\nhymen and was stuck inside the most painfully tight hole he had yet\nencountered. He rather doubted that he could have entered it on his own. She\nkeened in pain and managed to rasp out, \"I wish I was back to normal\"\nSuddenly on top of him was the tigress. It was his turn to gasp in pain as her\nfull weight was pressing down on him.\nShe quickly rolled off. It took\na moment to gather their bearings. She apologized profusely. \"I don't know\nwhat happened. Normally you have to agree to my changes. This time you didn't.\nWhat happened?\" He was equally mystified. \"I haven't a clue. Can you\ndo it again?' It was a good question. She cocked her head to one side,\nthinking. \"I would like to be a badger.\" Instantly she was\ntransformed into the familiar striped form of one of the largest members of the\nweasel family. She flexed her muscles. Looking down, she commented, \"Kinda\nshort and wide. This would not be a favorite.\" She then eyed Jon-Tom.\n\"On the other hand, why should this form go unused?\" \nHe was intrigued but thought\nthe better of it. \"I believe we need to investigate this first.\" \nShe shook with delight.\n\"That's what I said!\" \nHe stifled a frown.\n\"That's not what I mean and you know it. We had better figure out why\nyou're suddenly changing on your own,\" adding, \"not that I mind.\"\nShe mulled it over and stated\n\"I wish I were a horse.\" A lovely brown mare stood pawing the ground.\n\"I wish I were a unicorn,\" she whinnied. The brown horse shifted to\nsilvery white and a spiraled horn grew from her skull. She was the size of a\nlarge pony. She took a few steps, getting a feel for the form. All at once she\nturned on Jon-Tom. \"Hey spell-singer. This is new. I never considered that\nI could become a plant eater, much less one as rare and famous as this.\"\nHe had to agree. On his world, the animal was merely a myth. Their recent\nexposure to one on their trip must have triggered her decision to try the\nequine forms. He found it to be beautiful. She meanwhile was trying out its\npaces. She took off at a dead run. The cheetah had been fast but this was\nfaster. She was gone from sight within seconds. He sat down, waiting for her to\nreturn. He might not have bothered. She was back, not even breathing hard.\n\"This is great! Jon-Tom,\nyou have given me the most wonderful gifts anyone could ever have dreamed of.\nGet on! Get on and I'll give you the ride of your life.\" \nHe had to admit that it was too\ngood an opportunity to forgo. He slid onto her back, carefully grabbing a\nhandful of mane. \"Mind the hair,\" she said absently. \"You won't\nneed to hang on I think. This form moves like water.\" With that she was\noff. The scenery passed by at amazing speed. She stopped after only a half a\nminute. \n\"Well, what did you\nthink?\" \nHe was unsure what to think.\n\"It was fast?\" \nShe snorted. \"Jon-Tom, we\njust covered a mile, more or less. That makes a cheetah look like a\ntortoise!\" That certainly was impressive. \"Hang on. I'm heading back\nto camp.\" He clicked off seconds in his mind, and twenty nine later they\nwere back. He slid off her back and landed lightly on the ground. She turned\nher head to look back at him.\n \"Sugah, if you don't mind, I think that I\nam going to put this here body through its paces. It's a bit different than I'm\nused to.\" \n\"Sure Roseroar, have\nfun!\" \n\"Good!\" she whinnied,\n\"I was hoping you were going to agree!\" He was getting slow in the\nhead. She backed her rear end towards him, tail up, her cunt winking at him in\na way very un-feline. \"Come on human. Show me your horn! I showed you\nmine!\"\nWhile Jon-Tom had gotten used\nto the many cat forms, and a few of the others, this brought back the memories\nof barnyard jokes. On the other hand, this was still Roseroar. And she was\ngrowing impatient. Besides, while his mind might have a problem, apparently his\nbody didn't. She whinnied with delight at the sight of his rising erection.\n \"That's what I'm talking\nabout!\" \n He approached her, examining her present\nsexual apparatus. One thing was certain and that was that he should have no\nproblems with her having too small of a hole. He parted her pussy lips,\nexposing bright pink tissue, glistening with moisture. She was just a little\ntall even for his stature, but he stood up on his tiptoes and pushed in. She\nrealized that there was a problem and lowered her haunches to help. It was\nenough to make things perfectly matched. He slid in, pushing deep in one\nthrust. He was right. She might not be nearly as tight as in her other forms,\nbut she was made up for it by being a few degrees hotter.\nFrom her perspective, his\npresence felt wonderful. It was innate to this form that the act would be over\nquickly. After all, stallions blew their load in a short amount of time. She\ngeared herself up to climax when he did. He didn't. She came and came again. He\nwas still going at it. Thinking outside of her present form, she realized that\nnot only wasn't he a horse, he had come several times recently. All the better\nfor her! In fact, he kept going for a long time, unable to blow and tiring in\nthe process. She meanwhile came six more times, nearly losing her footing\non the last. Her backside fell a few inches, causing him to slide out on an\noutward thrust. His next push found her anus instead. She wasn't prepared for\nit, but it was big enough to handle his cock without pain. Actually, it was\njust as pleasurable as the other hole, and apparently generated more friction\nfor her lover. He began pushing harder and harder, finally releasing with such\nforce that she could feel it deep inside. He stood there for a moment before\ncollapsing on the ground, utterly spent.\nShe turned to him, worried. He\nwas fine, merely fast asleep; worn out from his manly duties. She looked down\non him lovingly. The more she looked the hornier she got. \"Jon-Tom, get\nup.\" No response outside of his quiet snoring. \nShe snorted in frustration,\nunconsciously pawing the ground. Too bad there wasn't some way of restoring his\nstrength. There was so much fun to be had! She nudged him with her head,\ncareful not to impale him on her horn. As she touched him, its tip lit up with\na faint glow. He stirred. She held it in place, watching the faint light spread\nthrough his body. He opened his eyes, yawned a little and got up, stretching\nhis arms and legs. \n \"Thanks Roseroar, whatever you did.\"\nShe had to think; what had she done? Then it dawned on her, unicorn horns had\ntheir own magic. \n \"You're welcome Jon-Tom. Now, to repay\nme, can we get back to what we were doing?\" \nHe shook his head in amusement.\n\"For you my lady, anything!\" And so they did. She wasn't done with\nhim for several hours, but her horn kept him strong enough to keep going.\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/782711-earning-his-stripes-part-4.json"}