# Earning His Stripes, Part 6

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Anthropomorphic, Emotion, Female, Human, Human female, Human male, Love, Magic, Spellsinger, Tigress, Transformation, Unicorn

#7 of The Spellsinger Tales

A little longer here, but it wasn't enough to split, and I figure if you plowed through the first five, you'd be determined to finished this one too.

             They finally finished. She
changed herself back into the tigress she was. "You know sugah, this has
been a real learning experience. You can never tell what another form is like
until you're in their paws...or hooves. I can never thank you enough for this
gift, really I can't." 
He felt like saying any number
of things, but he was beginning to understand that his mouth got him in
trouble. He moved in and snuggled next to her, wrapping his arms around her
neck. She purred and said, "Why Jon-Tom, you're speechless?" He
smiled up at her and said nothing. She rumbled deeply and said, "You are
learning, aren't you?" His only response was running his hands gently
across her fur.
They were now only days away
from her home. If they had wished to hasten the journey, it was well within
their power. But home meant parting, something they were not yet ready to do.
Roseroar was still pondering her ability to change on her own. It had been
nagging her for some time, though Jon-Tom had simply accepted it as fate. She
was sitting there running through different species, not so much with an eye to
sex, but to see if there were limitations. There were none. Whatever she said,
she became. Jon-Tom watched her for a while, but the transformations were
making him dizzy.  All at once she called out to him. 
"Hey sugah, what do you
think of this one?" He turned around, half expecting a rabbit, or a
wolverine, or something more exotic, like a polar bear. His jaw dropped. She
smiled at his loss of composure. 
"I take it you like? It
never dawned on me to try this one out until now. I must say that it's not
necessarily a favorite of mine, but then, it hasn't been run through its paces
either." He sat and listened, barely comprehending.
What he was staring at was, to
his mind,  the most perfectly formed
female he had yet laid eyes upon. She had Roseroar's eyes, but everything else
was quite different. Her fur was not nearly as white as it had been in the
lioness form. For that matter, she had much less of it. Like him, she only had patches
of it on her head, under her arms, and covering her crotch. She had turned into
a human! 
"Uhhh. Roseroar, is that
really you?" He knew the answer of course, but he had never dreamed of her
taking this form. For some reason, it just never occurred to him that she
could. It must have been that old bias kicking in, distorting his perceptions
of this world.
 "Of course it's me, you stupid man. Who
else would it be?"
 He immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. It
just never entered my mind that this was a form you could take." S
he smiled, a real smile from a
real human mouth. "So, do you like it?" 
What could he say? Of course he
liked it. The lady sitting there was too mature-looking to be a co-ed, but she
had all of the beauty of a diva and the body of a Playboy model. She had well
defined nipples jutting out from small pert breasts. The fur, that is, the hair
on her head fell down around her shoulders in a cascade of blonde.  She
knew he was taken in by her newest form. The slack jaw and stiff cock seemed
like pretty strong clues.
"Well sugah, are you going
to stand there all day, or would you like to show this here gal just what you
think of her new form?" 
He needed no more coaxing than
that. They fell together on the ground. For the first time, the tigress found
the true sensuality in kissing. The two entwined in a passion that heretofore
had been impossible, for these two bodies were made to be together. It didn't
take her long to make it known that she wanted more, and he was happy to give
it.  But he was in no hurry, finding that making love to a human Roseroar
was an act he didn't want to rush. He started with his fingers, working them
in, feeling her wetness. He also found that tightness; she still had a hymen.
It was no surprise, seeing as he had been dealing with it all along. He slid
along her belly, kissing her skin and running his tongue along her curves. She
moaned and arched her back, straining even harder when he reached her cunt. He
gently but firmly sucked on her clit, causing her to arch so hard he heard her
back crack.
He remained where he was until
she came. When she was done, she lay flat, gasping for breath, fluid dripping
from her cunt. He then shifted position, pushing her legs apart. He slid up her
belly to her chest, running his tongue across her nipples. It was a feeling she
had never experienced. He continued moving until he reached her mouth. She
greedily attached hers to his. With a slow purposeful motion, he pushed his
cock in, causing her to bite down on his lip.  As he pusher harder, she
bit harder, until in both locations blood flowed. With a cry she released his
mangled lip and clamped her legs around his hips. Her arms wrapped around his
neck. She whispered hoarsely in his ear "Sorry about that!" He felt
no apology was necessary. They went at it until they both were racked with bone
shattering climaxes.  They lay together locked in a tight embrace, neither
wanting to let the other go.
All at once she stirred, and in
one swift motion managed to flip them over so that she was on top. "I
don't know about you, but I intend to get ever last bit of pleasure out of you
before I return home. Are you ready to go again?" 
Sadly, he was not.
"Roseroar, I am finding
that I have my limits."
 She snorted, literally. In the time it took
him to provide an excuse, she had turned back into a unicorn. He abruptly had a
few hundred pounds extra weight on his groin. But she leaned down with her
head, touching his with her horn. And then, as quickly as it had happened, the
human girl was back. "How about now?" 
He was amused. "You learn
quickly, don't you?"
 "Quicker than you, I think. So how about
it?" As it was back in working
order, he had no excuse, nor a desire for one. And so it went the rest of the
day.
As they were relaxing later,
she asked him. "How many times did we do it today?" He sat on the
ground contemplating her question. He really had not been counting.
 "I'm not completely sure. I think is was
one less than we should have." 
She let loose with a laugh of
pure unbridled joy. "OK, I take it back. You can be quick witted when it
counts!" 
"Are you ready to go
again, Roseroar?"
 "Oh, I think so. But I think a break is
in order, don't you?" He agreed, thankful for the respite.
They instead set to talking.
Soon she would be home, and he would be leaving. He had never been able to
figure out a way of giving her the gift he so desired to do; the ability to
have children. He didn't bother mentioning it, as there seemed little point. On
the other hand, she brought up the matter of her changes. She was still puzzled
by the sudden independence in her ability. 
"It couldn't be random
chance. Something had to have caused it," she insisted.
 He looked mystified. "I suppose so, but I
didn't sing any other spells." 
She agreed. "Right, so
something happened to change its workings. We need to figure out what. It all
started, I think, after I turned into a panther." She sat there,
remembering the experience. She had decided to mock him for his "little
pussy" remark by threatening to change into a smaller cat. She had figured
that her little cousin's body might be ill-suited for sex with a human, at
least one endowed like this one was. She just had not counted on them being
locked together when the change occurred. What had he said in regards to the
panther? Then it hit her. You can be anything you want, whenever you
want it.
She rolled over and looked hard
at the spell-singer. "YOU! You did do it!" Her abrupt shout nearly
spooked him.
 "What? ME? How?" 
She fell back with a chuckle.
"You did it and you didn't even realize it. Jon-Tom, you are a damn
dangerous, ignorant human, but I so love you!" He was dumbstruck. What was
she talking about? He finally had to ask, as her mirth was keeping her from
telling it on her own.  "Think back. When I wanted to turn into a
panther, what did you say?" He thought about it, but couldn't quite
remember his words. 
"I said, yes, or something."

She was laughing again.
"What you said was; you can be anything you want, whenever you want
it."  He ran the phrase across his thought processes. Indeed, he had
granted her free range to change as she pleased.
"So you see, from now on,
I can be whatever I want, whenever I want to be it. There isn't another
magician alive that could do that. You have given me a gift that will bless me
the rest of my life. For that, I need to repay you." So, for good measure,
she changed to the unicorn again, and held her horn against his body for a full
five minutes. It was good enough to restore him for another couple of hours of
intimate togetherness.
The next day they lay together
watching the clouds float by. "You know Jon-Tom, you have been great. I'm
glad your magic plucked me out of my life and dumped me into yours. It has been
the adventure of a lifetime. It is really too bad that we can't have a life
together. I would give up everything to be with you." 
He responded in like. "I
would love to stay. I'm missing you already just thinking about leaving. But
you spoke wisdom before. Like begets like, and I don't think that I will ever
be able to change myself into a tiger. You deserve to have a chance at raising
a family. I only hope that it comes your way." 
They lapsed into silence for a
while. Roseroar chose to speak next. "You know sugah, I think that you
have finally been able to make some headway against my hormones. I'm not nearly
as horny as I was, but let's do it again. Tomorrow at this time I think I'll be
home." Knowing it was going to be one of their last made it their best
yet. They fell asleep, not waking until late morning. She morphed and they
dressed, setting off on the final leg of their journey.
As she predicted, they arrived
in her city, a large sprawling metropolis called Colivra, populated by many
species, but mostly carnivores. No one seemed to notice their arrival. There
were no guards for there was no need, as each of the denizens was well equipped
for handling his/her own problems. But all at once, a jaguar, dressed in regal
clothes took notice. 
"Rana?" she called
questioningly. 
Roseroar looked embarrassed. 
"Yes Yallah, it's
me." 
The jaguar bowed deeply, then
turned and bounded away. Jon-Tom raised his eyebrows. "What was that all
about? And who is Rana?" 
She looked embarrassed.
"I'm Rana, and that was, errrr, a friend." 
"Rana? Is that some sort
of nickname?"
 "No, I'm afraid not. It's more like - a
title." 
He knit his brows. "A
title?" Then it sank in. "You mean like a princess or
something?" She was still trying to formulate an answer when the jaguar
reappeared, complete with an entourage.
The tigress spoke to her
gathered subjects. "Please tell my father that I have returned. And please
escort this human to the best accommodations the palace has available. If it
weren't for him, I would never have made it home." Jon-Tom's mind was
racing. He was going to be in so much trouble! He had been screwing a princess!
He was glad it had been worth it, because he had the feeling he was going to be
losing his head over his escapades.
 They made their way into the palace, and
indeed he was shown into a well appointed room, tastefully decorated in
tapestries, furniture and weapons.
He had hardly finished
inspecting the room and settling in when a bevy of "ladies" entered.
They consisted of a variety of feline species, some of which he did not
recognize. 
"You are Jon-Tom, the
wizard?" asked the senior member of the group. 
"Yes, I'm Jon-Tom. I'm not
sure that I am a wizard though." 
"Rana Roseroar speaks
otherwise, and it is not my place to contradict her. You should not either. We
are here to see to your needs. She is with her father, detailing her mysterious
disappearance. In the meantime, she said that you could have anything that was
within our means to give you." 
She batted her long eyelashes
fetchingly.  He had no interest in furthering his sexual conquests,
leastwise not now and not here. 
"Some food and rest is all
I need for the moment." This brought forth titters from the ladies. The
eldest one hushed them.
 "The Rana did say that you should be
bathed. It was her hope that you would relax and enjoy it." That didn't
sound so bad. That is, until they pulled him into the next room and stripped him
of his clothes. His outfit vanished, and as he turned to protest, found the
group similarly naked.
He wasn't certain how to react
to this. If Roseroar sent them, was she testing him? But if so, then why? They
were soon to go their separate ways. He decided the best approach was to ask
the matron. "Might  ask if this is normal?" making an expansive
gesture with his hands.
 "You, human, are not normal. You are the
first within the city in years. The Rana has given you leave of the palace, and
has vouched for your integrity. She says that you are to be considered as
trustworthy as anyone in the royal family."
 He nodded for her to continue. 
"Therefore, your presence
has piqued the interest of a good number of females. They wish to be with a
human, sort of a trophy, you see. Even if you wish not to lay with them, they
will have the chance to know what a human is like by bathing you." 
He relaxed a little. Roseroar
knew that he loved her. Perhaps she felt that the sooner he got over her, the
better. But he intended to do that on his own time, in his own way.
The bathing pool was immense,
looking in many respects like a Turkish bath. The ladies pulled him in, some
rubbing his shoulders, others washing him with sponges. He did his best to
relax, but when one of them started washing his privates, he had to protest.
The problem was; his voice said no, but his cock said yes. Luckily for him, that
solved his problem. Once they saw the size of his manhood, every one of them backed
off a little. They were mostly smaller varieties of feline, from bobcats to
ocelots. And not one of them wished to tackle anything that big. The matron was
quite open about it.
 "Sir, you are hung like a horse. I don't
think any of these girls wish to suffer what you would put them through."
He was embarrassed, but glad
that nothing was going to happen. He eased down into the water and let them
work.
By the time they were finished
with him; bath, massage with oils, as well as some intrepid touching of his
cock (they just couldn't help themselves, he was told) his clothes were
returned cleaned and mended. He got dressed and was escorted to the throne
room. Sitting high on a huge black chair was the largest tiger Jon-Tom had ever
seen. 
"Come forward!" he
commanded. His voice was authoritarian, with just a hint of anger. Seeing no
choice in the matter, he stepped forward. The regal ruler spoke again.
"Are you the reason my daughter was taken surreptitiously from my
household?"
 He could only nod.
 "And are you the cause of her forced
travel across the ocean, being placed in danger, and exposing her to perils
indescribable?" 
A waggle of his head affirmed
his role, though he was thinking that he could describe those dangers quite
well.
 "And did you assist in returning her back
to my kingdom unharmed, being her companion and standing by her at all times to
get her back home?" 
Jon-Tom couldn't speak, a good
thing for at that moment he thought that "standing by her" wasn't
what had been happening. He finally found his voice. "I did. I assume all
responsibility for all that transpired. I still don't understand how it
happened but..." 
The king roared.
"ENOUGH!" 
Jon-Tom stood still, quivering.
His majesty stepped down and walked around the human. He stopped in front of
him, and leaning down, glared in his face. "I know what has happened. My
daughter has filled me in on all of the details." 
Jon-Tom shuddered. "All of
the details?"
The king held his stare for a
long time before roaring in laughter. "Yes, wizard, all of them. Because
of you, she has had an experience she would never have been allowed by nature
of her position. I am most envious of her experiences. She will have stories to
tell for years to come, I am sure. Pirates! Wizard turtles! Magical boats! True
- I am not happy at the way you stole her away, but the end seems to have been
worth the means. She is far happier now than I have ever seen her before. This
is good. When one becomes ruler, there is little time for adventure. To quote
her own words, you certainly know how to
show a lady a good time!"
 He was unsure how to respond to that. Had she really
told him everything? He didn't think so, for most fathers would take exception
to the activities they had engaged in.
Jon-Tom spoke carefully.
"Like I was about to say, it wasn't my intention to pull her away. To be
honest, until she materialized, I had no idea she existed. But I am very glad
that I got to meet her. She is the most exceptional person I have ever
met." 
The king looked on approvingly.
"Don't you mean tiger?" 
"No sir, I do not. I mean
person. There is no one on this planet who can come close to her...in any
respect." 
The king looked at him with
wonder and appreciation. "You know wizard, that says a lot coming from a
human. Furthermore, I believe that you are sincere. My daughter made it known
to me that she never discussed her rank, so that your assessment of her was
based solely on her as a person. She is right. You too are a great person. If
you were a tiger, you could be my heir." 
Jon-Tom choked.
"I wish that that were
possible. But I have no way of transforming myself, at least not one that I
know would work. Even if I did, it would be cheating, me being something that I
am not." 
The king rubbed his chin with a
big paw. "You have more integrity than most. You are right. The people
might not accept you. But then, as you say, you can't be what you're not."
He stepped back a little and addressed those in his chambers. "This human
wizard, Jon-Tom, is the most honored guest of the realm. While he remains with
us, he is to be treated with the respect shown to me. Let it be known!"
A while later Roseroar met up
with him. "How did it go with father?" 
He grimaced. "You could
have warned me a little sooner what I was getting myself into!" 
She knit her eyebrows and
wrinkled her nose at him. "I thought you liked what you were getting
yourself into." When he got that stupid look on his face, she pointed to
herself. "Me! I thought you liked getting into me!" 
"Shhhh," he warned.
"Not so loud!" 
She laughed. "Everyone
knows, Jon-Tom. I keep few secrets, because they eventually come out in the
end. That's not to say I was explicit about it, but we don't have your prudish
notions. I told you that." 
No wonder the ladies had been
interested. He brought that matter up. "Did you send them to me on
purpose?"
 "Maybe. There wasn't one in there willing
to try having sex with you, was there?" 
It was his turn to laugh.
 "No, I can't say there was. Just as well.
After the fiasco with the bobcat..." 
Her paw went over his mouth.
"That is the one thing I have not told anyone. That, I have to demand,
must remain a secret" 
He looked confused again.
"The bobcat...?"
 "No, you silly human, the changes. I
thought it out, and as long as no one knows about them, I can come and go
freely in any form I want. But for now, I will remain who I am. In the
meantime, father has made arrangements for you to tour the city."
So it was that the spell-singer
was shown about the many neighborhoods and plazas. He drew much attention,
especially from the ladies. Something told him that his prowess had become the
talk of the town. This likely stoked the ire of many of the males, some of whom
were not specimens he wished to anger. But he did have royal protection, so he
breathed easy. He had a new appreciation for variety, but in the end left the
ladies to their own devices. Despite the urging of Roseroar that he needed to
move on, he wasn't ready yet. Besides, she had hinted that they might have one
more rendezvous before he left. He had no intentions of spoiling that.
Indeed, his last night there a knock came on his door. His excitement grew with
every step towards the door, but he kept his emotions in check. So many
servants came and went that it could be anyone.
Sure enough, it was an odd
looking little animal carrying a tray of food. 
"A meal for you, great
sir!" she said with deference. She noted he was looking at her.
"Would the great sir prefer something sweeter?" Before he could
answer, she set down the tray and slid out of her clothes. She was cute,
whatever she was.
 "Uh, just what are you exactly," he
asked, partially to forestall her advances, and partially because he really
could not identify what she was. 
"I great sir, am a jaguarundi."

He thought that over, quickly I
might add, because she was still approaching him, her intent obvious. "A
jaguarundi? I'm afraid I've never heard of such a creature. But then, I have
been told that I am quite ignorant." 
She smiled. "The fault is
not with you, great wizard, for I am lowly among cats. But maybe you can help?
I have been told that you can treat a feline to an uplifting experience."
She had advanced on him,
working loose his trousers. He started to protest, but she rubbed her cute paws
across his crotch. "I see the rumors are true. You are well endowed."
Jon-Tom jerked away, but she persisted. "I'll just bet that if I got a
taste of you, you'd be sweet as sugah!" 
He maneuvered around a chair,
but tripped on his fallen pants. Suddenly she was on top of him, smiling. She
was on his crotch, rapidly rubbing herself across his cock. She was wet and
slick, but he knew it wasn't going to work. Unlike the other smaller cats, this
one seemed unconcerned about the obvious size difference in their respective
anatomies. Then it dawned on him. "Sugah?" 
She busted out laughing.
"I was wunderin when you would figure it out!" 
He was so relieved that he just
lay there laughing with her. "I thought you said that you weren't going to
be changing anymore!" 
She shrugged, simultaneously
transforming. "I didn't promise it, if that's what you mean." The
tigress offered a paw, and he gladly accepted the help up off the floor. 
"Maybe not, but you
certainly caught me off guard. Is that creature, a jaguarundi, even real?"

"Yes Jon-Tom. I haven't
taken to flights of fancy just yet. I took Sala's place. She was supposed to be
bringing you your food. But there will be time for that later. Right now, I
think there is more pressing business." 
He couldn't help but correct
her. "You mean pleasure, don't you?" 
"Sugah, when I get going,
you'll know I mean business!"
She was right. It was weird,
really. After all of the weeks in the wilderness, with only bowers and the
stars for a ceiling, making love in a bed seemed completely out of place. But
it was built to withstand even the punishment they were giving it. And she did
mean business. By the time they finished, bed coverings were strewn on either
side of the mattress. The two were nestled in the middle, breathing heavily.
 "Well, sugah, I guess this will be it. I
want you to know that you are welcome to stay. Father says that you are an
honorary member of the city, complete with all of the privileges that come with
it." 
He considered the offer.
"It is a most gracious gift, and not one that I can put aside lightly. But
you and I have discussed this already. I cannot stay. Anything that moves us
from that path only threatens to get us lost." 
She purred, rubbing her face in
his chest. "You know, father is right. You would make a great king. You
have the chance to have that, and to have me, and you give it up to save your
ideals." 
He began to verbally back-step,
but she halted him. "I know what kind of person you are Jon-Tom. The best
kind. You cannot stay, because to do so would diminish who you are. You cannot
stay for if you did, then you would no longer be the person that you would wish
to be as king. It doesn't need to make sense; it doesn't have to be fair; it
only has to be."
He was crying now.
"Roseroar, I don't want to leave you. But I must, we talked about
this." She stroked his hair. "We did. You are a brave man Jon-Tom;
sometimes foolish, usually thinking too much, but always brave, loyal and
loving. I will carry your love with me always. And you will carry mine. Indeed,
the light had sprung up between them again, and they both felt a mixing of
their souls. His crying evaporated as he felt a wave of warmth spread through
him. She felt it too. "There. See, I told you. We will share our love until
our dying days." 
He knew it to be true.
The next morning he set off,
followed to the city gates and beyond by a large following of citizens but not
by Roseroar. She was too disheartened to watch him leave. His posse petered out
within a mile of the gates, so his journey back was quickly reduced to tedium.
On the second day, he sat down and pulled the duar into place across his chest.
He was bored and lonely. He strummed a few notes, looking for a good song to
sing. At this point all he wanted was to go home. Even Clothahump's tree could
be considered home. The notes his fingers struck sounded familiar, and in no
time he was playing a song by John Denver. Country Roads wasn't a favorite, but
it was a good tune with the right feelings for his present state of mind. As he
sang, the air around him burst into light. Gneechees were everywhere. As he
finished the song, a path materialized out of the forest. He stood up and
stepped on it. His brain told him it might be a mistake, but his heart said to
go for it. With his first step the world rushed past him in a blur. It was like
riding the unicorn, only he was standing on his own two feet.
The scenery passed by swiftly,
some recognizable, others not so much so. It was making him dizzy, so he closed
his eyes. He found the effect disconcerting, for when he did, he suddenly
seemed to be motionless. He cracked open one eye and sure enough, the scenery
was still blurring past. He closed his eyes tight shut, waiting for the magic
to end. He stood in place for a long time, not wanting to open them to the
visually disturbing scene. Therefore, it came as a surprise when he heard his
name called out. 
"My boy, do you intend to
stand outside all day or what?" 
He knew the voice.  The
old turtle was cleaning his glasses. He put them back on and peered over the
top. "I told you it was just as well that you suffer your own magic, and
not foist it on unwitting strangers." 
Jon-Tom sighed. 
"I'm glad to see you too
master."
Back in Roseroar's land some
weeks later, the tigress and her father sat in private discussion. "My
dear, he was the best you would ever find. Are you sure you don't want to call
him back?" 
"No father. He loves me,
but I know he would never be completely happy here. He is many things, but
neither being ruler or tiger is in his blood. He is a human and a magician; a
spell-singer and he has much yet to learn. Someday ours paths may yet cross,
but not for many years to come I think. Please don't ask me to make him come
back. He has already done so much for me. I cannot him ask for more."

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