Chapter 1: The New Tiger's Stripes
Jaxom The Were Mage
Chapter 1
The Tiger's New Stripes
The battle had ended at sunrise, the crimson of the morning clouds matching the crimson staining the ground. Bodies littered the streets, and soldier went at their tasks of finding wounded, and slaying nearly dead enemies.
Jaxom walked through the streets of his home town. His partner and familiar, the white Siberian tiger, Saberfang walked beside him. They surveyed the damage of the battle that had barely been won, and watched the people rebuild. Jaxom spoke through the mind link, "Well it was a costly victory, but still a victory."
"Yes, are we going to live here, or will we travel again. Because if we are to stay, we should help rebuild." Saberfang asked. He stopped to growl at a dog that was digging through rubble, and it scampered away tail between it's legs. "Jaxom, there is someone trapped beneath that rubble, I can hear them moving."
Jaxom recited a simple spell and his eyes gained the ability to see heat traces, and as the tiger had said someone was under the building's fallen walls. He concentrated on the rubble, and let his magic weave around it as he recited a levitation spell. Suddenly it lifted up, revealing a young woman. Her pale skin and midnight black hair showed her to be a drow, like Jaxom. He smiled as Saberfang pulled her from the fallen building, "Good job Fang. Lets get her to a healer." He lifted the woman up, as the rubble crashed to the ground once again, and began carrying her away when a storm of arrows flew through the air, riddling the ground around him. He looked up to the walls and an army of orc archers were raining death onto the town. Another cloud of arrows flew into the air, and his hands full Jaxom could do nothing to defend himself.
Saberfang knocked him and the woman over, shielding them from the volley. The tiger took three arrows in the side, and dropped. Jaxom looked to his friend, and even the tiger's mind voice was week, "I'm done for, escape now. Remember dear friend, I love you. And I was with you till the end."
Jaxom let the woman drop beside him, and cast a spell on the archers. With swift movment of his hands, and quickly chanted words a battlements burst into flames. Orc's died in burning agony, or jumped to their deaths. He then bent over his best friend and placed his hand over the arrow wounds. He recited a healing spell, and his hands grew warm gaining a golden glow. But the glow grew brighter, and brighter till there was a blinding flash. When he could see again, the tiger was gone and nausea washed over him. Blackness took over his senses and he fell unconscious next to the woman.
Jaxom awoke to his world swaying. At first he thought the nausea was still upon him, then he realized the rocking was of the cart he was imprisoned. The woman lay next to him, still unconscious. His hands were bound, and his mouth gagged, leaving his spells useless and the katana on his back, worthless. He watched the woman, her supple chest rose and fell in slow shallow breathes, well she was alive at least. Outside the cart was a small army of orcs, and without his magic he stood no chance.
Suddenly a staff was trust into the cart, striking Jaxom in the stomach. It began to strike him over and over again, the pain was incredible. The wielder of the staff, began to laugh, the more pain that wracked Jaxom's face. Then from his throat erupted a roar, not of his choosing or even himself. This roar was feral, the rage of a beast. He looked down at himself and watched fur sprout across his body, and the cage became even more cramped. His hands became paw like, though keeping his opposable thumb. His nails became four inch long claws. His muscles bulged, as his strength doubled then tripled. His hearing became acute enough to hear the breath of each orc in the party, and his nose could sense the world around him. The orcs became alarmed. And the troop stopped, and took up arms in fear.
He could feel the magical energy flowing through him and found he didn't need the words anymore to cast his magic. He watched the tendrils of magic encompass, then press against the cage door and it burst open. The magic continued through the door, and entered the ground, where his necromantic senses told him, any army waited for a commander. With a single command an army of skeletons raised from the earth. The orcs were quick to the attack, but in a matter of moments the skeletons were receding back under the earth, the orcs lay slain to a man. Jaxom climbed from the cart, and looked about at the carnage, a small grin coming to his face.
He found a bucket of water and looked into it, though Saberfang's features stared back at him, and he dropped the bucket in alarm. Water soaked his furry feet as he felt his body.
In his head, he heard the familiar voice, "Well friend, looks like we are together too the end." The voice sounded smug, with it's usual purr of love that Fang had always felt for him.
Jaxom smiled, though not in happiness, "So madness has finally taken me. I wondered how long it would take for me to follow the fates of other Necromancers."
"No, my dearest friend," Fang's voice spoke again, "We have joined together. Now mage and familiar together as one. You will be more powerful than any mage, and I can finally know that I am as close to my love as I can be." He stood and looked over the slaughter that had been his doing, with the powers he hated so much. The woman stirred and saw his feral form and she screamed. He fled into the forest, and spent the next month, adjusting to his new body and life.
Jaxom walked into town, his naked form getting disgusted looks from most of the townspeople and excited giggles from the younger women. He knew his naked form would get strange looks, but at least he wasn't the seven foot tiger. Over the next month, his mind melded with Fang's till all of the tiger's knowledge and instincts were melded with Jaxom's consciousness. Now there was no more voice of the tiger, just his feral urges, which Jaxom found out, was about to get him into a lot of trouble.
Deeper into town, he saw other of the human-animal hybrids mixed in with the humans, dwarves, and elves of the town. He knew it was safe, and allowed himself to shift back into the tiger once more. Though he made sure to change in the shadow, for being one or the other was fine, but being able to change between was too much like a werewolf. His nude form would still get strange stares, but at least his manhood was hidden in a sheath. His first stop was a shop, where he bought a pair of pants so he looked more respectable, they were made of black leather, and fit his form tightly. They matched the katana over his back, to give him a mercenary from the east look. His next stop was a tavern known as the Horse Haven.
Inside was full of other Anthromorphs, the name mages used for human-animal hybrids, and he quickly felt more at home. He looked around and noticed a wide variety of creatures, from the occasional chipmunk to large lurking panthers. There were humans there as well, some were women looking for strong feral love making, some were men looking for the soft, passion of a female. Though most were there for the cheap food and drink. He found a table and took a seat, removing the katana from his back and setting it across the table.
"Hey there soldier," A fox in a very low cut serving gown approached him, "What can I get you? Food, wine, or women?" The last she added with a slight accent of interest. He smiled at her though his interests were far from women.
"Ale, the strongest you have," he pulled a large purse of gold from his side, pulling a few coins on her tray. As she noticed the rather full purse she made a better show of her assets, bending over to show off her white furred cleavage, then winking at him as she straightened up, "If there is anything I can help you with, just let me know." And with that she left to get his drink, her large bushy tail twitching provocatively at him. A wolf came over and sat across from him, a smile on his face, "Something must be bothering you, to turn down such a tempting offer."
Jaxom only smiled looking back to the waitress as she was pouring his drink, though he didn't notice the powder she was adding to it, "I'm just going through a tough time, adjusting to a new life." He took the drink as the fox handed it to him, "Why do you ask, it is not usual for a stranger to worry about someone else's problems." He downed the cup quickly asking for another as the wolf explained himself.
I just know a new face when I see it, and I remember what it was like when I first came to town." His grin widened after Jaxom downed the first glass. They continued to talk into the night, till Jaxom was staggering drunk, and was ushering the waitress into a room in the tavern.
The fox was quick about letting her gown drop to the floor, exposing her body to him. "I am Miranda," she said walking over to him and pressing her lips against his. Jaxom had barely closed the door when he felt her bare breasts against his body, and her lips caressing his. He responded by letting his tongue escape his lips to caress hers, which she took into her mouth, playfully sucking on it. His hands caressed her back, slowly running down to grip her firm rear.
She swiftly opened the front of his pants, reached a hand in to grip his already swollen sheath. She moaned as she felt it in her hand, his own moan matching hers at her touch. She began to gently stroking it, willing his tigerhood to expose itself as she explored his mouth with her tongue.
His cock quickly stiffened, and was as surprised as the fox when he looked down to see it was fourteen inches long, and her hand barely able to fit around it. Though as he thought about it, for his size, it was only proportionate. He looked back into her eyes, and there was a twinkle there matching the sly grin on her face, "Hmm...... big boy aren't we." She dropped to her knees, and let her tongue flick across the tip. Another moan escaped his lips, and he stiffened enjoying the feeling.
"Oh gods," He said looking down at her, "I haven't been with anyone in years, keep that up and it will be all over you." Even as he said this, his hand came to her head, rubbing her ears and hoping she wouldn't stop.
She didn't, instead she let her tongue begin at the base, then slowly drew it up to the tip. The sensation caused him to shiver with pleasure. As she reached the tip, she slid it into between her lips, tasting the pre-cum that was flowing freely from the tip. The tip invaded her throat, and she swallow it, causing waves of pleasure to flow through Jaxom's body.
True to his word, he could feel the urge to explode coming upon him. Luckily his training as a mage, allowed him incredible control over his body, and he began to trust his hips into her throat. Though even with his control, her expert tongue soon caused a climax to wash over him. Exploding was much of what he did, his hot seed spraying down her throat.
She drank the his cum down hungrily, licking her lips as the flow stopped, and her eyes expanded to notice his cock remained rock hard. She smiled at him, and let her tongue caress up his stomach, only to stop at his nipple. She flicked the nipple a couple of times with her tongue, then bit it gently.
Jaxom shivered as she bit his nipple, the slight pain, fueling his drunken passion. He lifted her and tossed her playfully to the bed, then stood over her, "Oh, feeling playful are we." He then pounced on her, letting his weight settle over her, as he looked deep into her eyes. In them he saw lust and passion burning for a release. He kissed down her body, ever so slowly, covering her with gently kisses, stopping to take each nipple between his lips in turn.
Finally with a moan of shear wantonness, she wrapped her legs about his waist, trying to force him into her. He obliged by pressing the tip into her warmth, and it brought a cry to her throat. "Oh gods, fill me please," she begged and tried harder to force him inside her folds.
He slowly slid his girth into her, enjoying the look of ecstacy on her face with each inch that penetrated her. She whimpered and moaned, thrusting her hips up, until they finally met his. He began to thrust into her, the pace was slow but strong. Her wet, warm pussy felt like heaven wrapped around his cock.
Soon his pace picked up, till he was pounding himself into her, his speed dictated by each moan or cry she let out. He took one nipple back into his mouth, and was rewarded with a her nails digging into his back. It didn't take long for her to reach her own climax, and he felt her cum gush forth onto his rod, and down his massive sack.
Her breathing became ragged, and her body could only shake as the first orgasm washed over her, each thrust prolonging it, and making her senses real with pleasure. Her mouth was too dry to even moan, and small gasps were all that could escape her.
Felt her pussy tighten even more, and after fighting it for a while, he let himself explode into her, this time the urge to roar tugged at him. He did so, letting it echo through the room, and probably the rest of the tavern, though at that moment he didn't care. All that mattered was her as he spilled his burning cum inside her. The release was incredible, and then he suddenly felt vertigo. The drug was taking effect, and he fell to the ground. He was fully awake, but his muscles would not obey his commands.
The door opened, and the wolf from his table walked in, a grin on his face, "Well about time the drug took effect." He went over and kissed the fox as she began to dress. He then stood above jaxom laughing, "I love new guys, always an easy target."
"I'm glad the drug took as long as it did," the fox said lacing up the front of her gown, "That was amazing." She then proceeded to cut the purse from his belt, and removed the sword from the chair in the corner. Jaxom barely remember putting it there, then realized that even with all the ale, his senses had been disturbed from the first glass.
"Yes well lets tie him up, and get that sword sold," The wolf said producing a length of rope. He tried to fight back as his legs and arms were bound, but his head was to clouded to cast any spells, and the drug had made his body useless. Soon he was trussed up like a turkey, and as he watched the door close behind the too, sleep took him.
© Jaxom 2005