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Yellowstripe and Reida By Strega

It was the third time Yellowstripe had seen her, and he couldn't take his eyes from the brown, furry woman.

He sat in a little booth sized more for human-sized creatures than kzinti because it was closer to the employee entrances. She was staff and from here he got a better look, and even an occasional sniff of her musk.

"Someone is smitten," Charl-captain said with a fanged grin. "Human women not good enough?"

"You know perfectly well they are not," Yellowstripe growled. "You have mated with kzinrettes - if not as often as you'd like," he went on as the captain opened his mouth, "But for us without Names, even partial ones, we have to settle for what we can find. And since we started coming to this place, she is the best-looking woman I've seen."

Of course human women weren't the only ones here. There were pointed-eared sorts, some with pale skin and some dark. Their navigator had eaten one of the former during their celebratory dinner visit a few months back. There were short and tall females and even several sorts of furred creatures, some like upright Earth foxes or raccoons or cats. Though the much deprived kzin would rather have those than the humans they were still small and weak and not terribly interesting. There were also a couple of tall, hairy, horned creatures, but those weren't to Yellowstripe's taste.

That left the staff woman. His captain nodded as they looked her over. She was nearly two feet shorter than their own eight-foot height, but strongly muscled, thick in neck and torso, with a pointed muzzle and sharp white claws. They didn't know her species - she was definitely not from Known Space but people of a hundred worlds and more come to the Ziggurat - but there was a certain weaselly aspect to the shape of her head. She might mass half of their five hundred pounds but she was plainly solid muscle. You could just tell she'd be a handful in bed.

"If she were a foot taller..." said the captain, and Yellowstripe nodded.

"I would wrestle with her even so," he said, and his captain grinned. As far as Yellowstripe knew the captain had never fucked a human woman, but he had, and it was never fully satisfying. Even when you planned to eat them afterward - and Yellowstripe had eaten every human he'd mated with and quite a few he hadn't - you could only be so rough if you wanted to keep the blood and evidence to a minimum. This woman looked tough.

They both went silent as she paused. They didn't know her rank but she'd been the one to throw them the pointy-eared woman who had been the beneficiary of the pent-up lust of two kzinti at once and then ended up in the stomach of one. Some sort of manager, they reasoned.

"She's smiling at you," the captain said.

And she was, a carefully fangs-hidden smile. Carnivores both, they knew that a wide teeth-showing grin was not a show of friendly greeting for their race or, presumably, hers. Her ears were up, her teeth hidden and her ink-dark eyes were fixed on Yellowstripe. Not on the two of them, but just on the one.

"And here she comes," the captain growled as Yellowstripe nervously gulped down his drink. It was grain alcohol mixed with blood and it burned its way down his throat as a brown-furred hand with sharp, curved white claws came to rest on the edge of the table.

"See that door," she growled, and Yellowstripe stifled an instinctive reaction as her furry thigh touched his own. It wouldn't do to get visibly aroused in public. "Through there, take a right, and the second door on the right is a little room that I know will be private for, oh, a few hours." With another smile she turned away, leaning back toward him just enough for the short tail that stuck out from a sewn-in hole in her dress to brush his crotch as she left.

He stared wide-eyed at her receding ass until Charl-captain let out a laugh and thumped him on the shoulder.

"If she's not limping when I see her next I will be disappointed, boy," and if Yellowstripe hadn't already been rising to his feet he'd have done so then. He'd never hear the end of it now if he didn't bed her.

This was completely unlike his usual visits with women. Barring the one time here with a willing human mate (and meal), he was accustomed to keeping a low profile until he could snatch up a passerby or hire a hooker who would be paid in digestive juices. Now he walked to the staff door in full view of a hundred barflies, a few of whom were already making snide comments. They'd seen the furry woman come to his table and they were pretty sure they knew where Yellowstripe was going now.

That meant he couldn't eat her. That was fine; all he wanted to do with this one was fuck her until she screamed. He wouldn't mind doing some screaming himself, for that matter, or at least snarling.

Through the door, take a right, second door on the right. The doors in this place had a peculiar texture, like wood grain merged with muscle. So did the walls, for that matter. He had other things on his mind right now and at least the doorway was tall enough that he did not need to duck. The door clicked shut behind him as he stared.

"I'm Reida," she growled as she dropped her clothes on the floor. The room was empty except for her and for the first time Yellowstripe saw her in every detail.

Her hands and feet were large, padded, and equipped with sharp white claws. Thick legs and arms heavy with muscle led to a broad torso a little longer than a human's, and in turn to sloping shoulders and a muzzled face with wide, powerful jaws. She was not all dark-brown; a fringe of lighter fur circle from cheek to cheek across her forehead and a broad stripe of it ran down each flank from armpit to tail-root. Patches of much lighter, almost white fur lay atop her collarbones and a stripe of the same color ran from her navel to the barely visible pink slit between her legs. Behind that was her short, broad tail, so unlike his long naked one.

"Yellowstripe," he said. It was a nickname, of course. He hadn't earned a real name yet, or even a partial one like the captain.

Almost as an afterthought he noted her four small breasts. She made a small gesture at his harness, and though it covered only a fraction of his torso and in no way impeded sex - or feeding - he shrugged out of it. He wanted to be naked for what happened next; he thought, and hoped it would be violent.

It was. He was just thinking that if there hadn't been white blotches on her throat and groin that he'd happily put them there himself when she stepped forward and cracked two of his ribs.

He hadn't even seen her hand move. Gasping at the sudden spike of pain he fell into a fighting crouch, his claws coming out of their sheaths. She was low to the ground and circling, and he swiped at her face to make her back off.

She didn't. She came in under his arm with frightening speed and hit him three inches below his armpit. She was even stronger than she looked and the only thing that kept her from breaking more ribs was his instinctive withdrawal.

Yellowstripe had fought, killed, raped and eaten humanoids before, even ones as big as Reida, and some of them had been fierce fighters. He wasn't as good at it as Charl-Captain but he never had any special trouble with creatures a third or so his mass. This one seemed to know what he was going to do before he did it, though, and she moved nimbly around his strikes only to him him where it hurt. In thirty seconds she had hit him half a dozen times.

He was bigger and stronger but though she hadn't used her claws she was taking him apart. She had known exactly where to hit him to crack the interlocking kzinti ribs and the pain was slowing him down. She drifted to the side as he moved forward and kicked his knee, throwing him off balance in time to get another kick to the same leg.

"I thought you'd be tough," she growled as she hit him behind the elbow after dodging another swipe. His arm went numb for a moment and Yellowstripe growled and snapped at her hand as it came momentarily within reach. He only had to catch ahold of her for a moment and his size and weight would come into play. There'd be no gentleness when he did catch her. This one was getting his barbed cock right up the ass and his fangs in her scruff.

The gladiator Charl-captain had fought had been about her size and just as skilled and that fight had ended with the captain picking his teeth and belching. Yellowstripe was getting angry enough for this to end that way too, if only he could get hold of her!

She kicked him in the hip with terrific force but finally he saw an opening. For just an instant she was still and Yellowstripe leapt forward.

Maybe it was the pain in his ribs that slowed him down, or the cramp in the leg she'd kicked over and over. Maybe she baited him into lunging. All he knew was that suddenly she wasn't in front of him and he slammed facefirst into a wall, driven both by his own momentum and the heavy foot that struck the back of his head.

Yellowstripe swam back to consciousness aware of a tightness around his wrists and muzzle. As he blinked awake that turned out to be some binding that held his arms behind his back. Something similar held his jaws shut and as he stirred even his ankles turned out to be strapped together. Only his tail could move freely and it slapped the floor as he growled.

"Back with us, I see," Reida growled, for she was stretched out on her side next to him. One white claw traced a line down his belly until it tickled the slit his penis hid behind. He had been half erect and ready to unsheathe when he came into the room and even after his brief unconsciousness that had not changed. Yellowstripe growled and squirmed as six or eight inches of cock slid out whether he wanted it to or not.

"I like kzinti," the furry woman said, and she leaned forward and gave his shaft a long lick. "You are hung just a little better than our males, and you have all these interesting spines and bumps."

He couldn't help himself. It only took a few more licks and a teasing stroke of a claw along the top of his cock and he was fully erect and unsheathed. Fourteen inches of kzinti cock twitched as her rough pawpads tickled the skin.

"Pity you aren't a better fighter," the furry woman growled as she admired the long shaft of pink-purple flesh. "I would have enjoyed a good tussle, being pinned. Being used. I'll just have to settle for what I can get."

Yellowstripe growled in frustration as she straddled him. This wasn't quite what he had wanted and her hand was atop his cracked ribs as she lowered herself. It was with a hiss of pain that he watched his cock slide out of sight into the woman.

He'd never met a human woman who could take his full length in her sex. Even Reida couldn't, but her muscular abdomen swallowed up his shaft nearly to the root. With a growl of lust she clenched down on him and stood up on her knees, her sex reluctantly releasing him inch by inch until only the barbed tip remained inside. The ridges and spines that were to both lock him into a kzinrette and drive her to orgasm and ovulation scraped along the tight walls of her sex and soon enough she drove back down, moving her hips in a circle to make the most of his shaft.

"I've had thicker," she panted, "But not often."

He was too horny to resist the squeeze and suction of her sex for long and despite the restraints and pain Yellowstripe let out a long growl. It'd been some weeks since he properly mated and Reida grinned as strings of glutinous kzinti semen leaked past the ridged shaft and escaped from her sex. His tail drummed the floor as he came and she snatched the tip of it with an unnaturally rapid movement of her hand, pulling it around and tickling herself beneath the tail.

Mortified and angered by being on the bottom, instead of properly on top, or at least able to grip her as she fucked him, he cursed softly through the bindings that held his muzzle shut.

"You are lucky I don't have my toys," she said in reply. "More than one male, even ones as big as you, has left this room with a limp, and not because I tired them out."

Yellowstripe went right on cursing and being ignored as the furry female bounced herself in his lap. Under other circumstances he would have spent himself again, and perhaps even a third time before she finally tensed up and shuddered. With a low growl of lust she bucked on his shaft, and the sudden clench of her sex almost drove him to come again despite his anger. She let go of his tail, perhaps a foot of which slid free of her anus.

"It didn't have to be like this," Yellowstripe muttered through the muzzle. "You know you didn't need to force me."

"But that would have been no fun," Reida said with her eyes closed. "And you lost. You don't get to decide."

When her eyes opened again he was startled to see they had become amber rather than inky. Without saying a word she stretched, and joints popped as her arms visibly became longer. Atop him and still impaled she transformed. Yellowstripe watched wide-eyed and with a sudden new arousal as Reida's tail lengthened, her claws grew, and she became simultaneously less bulky and larger. With a long hissing growl she threw her head back and shrieked and he found himself beneath a female easily as large as himself.

One long set of claws traced lines down his chest as he goggled up at her. She was more slender now but at least eight feet tall, still brown, but with traces of feline mixed in with whatever she was now. Barely visible stripes ran through her dark fur and long white whiskers stood out from her chops.

"Were-tiger," she growled, and grinned down at him. "Were-tiger wolverine. It is a good combination. There is much fun to be had."

He tugged at his bonds, but not out of fear. Finally here was a female worthy of him! Strong and lithe and right there atop him.

"Why didn't you do this at the start? I was already interested, you must have known you could have had what you wanted!" Whatever she bound him with was strong and secure; he could have broken a binding meant for humans, but this was far stronger. At the mere sight of her magnificent new form he swelled near to bursting inside her.

"Because you lost," she growled, and leaned close. "Your captain, he might have won. I could see his scars. You were overconfident and you aren't worthy to see me like this."

She sniffed. "And I can smell them on you. The humans, the fear. I've eaten humans, and others. Occasionally. You, I can smell it in your fur. You like the fear, you like the control. You eat them to feel superior."

"But," he said, and that was all the time he had to speak.

"You aren't superior to me," she hissed, and fitted her jaws around his head.

The wet fang-lined maw wrapped around his skull and Yellowstripe learned another thing about Reida. She was part tiger, part wolverine...and part snake. The gullet pressing against his nose pulsated and stretched wide and he heard the joints pop as she unhinged her jaws. Down in the darkness of her throat his eyes went wide for the first time with fear as her jaws slipped easily forward and his face went down her throat.

The teeth at the front of her jaws were typically carnivorous, canine fangs and incisors. Not like the more random arrangement of sharp teeth in a kzin's mouth but with the same function. A greater difference was in her rear teeth: no meat-shearing side teeth, no molars to crack bones. Just a dozen or so small, sharp teeth on each side, hooking back toward her gullet.

These latched into his hide, holding him tight as he struggled in her grip, and then she twisted her head forward on one side. Teeth unlatched, slid forward, and dug in as she pushed the other side forward in turn. Pinned beneath a creature at least as massive as himself, tightly bound and gripped by her fangs Yellowstripe could only beat his tail against the ground as her jaws worked their way over his shoulders. Rhythmic inward pulsations in her muscular gullet helped ease him deeper, and all too clearly he smelled the bile of the stomach that would soon enfold him.

He'd never eaten anything near as large as himself. A human was an easy meal for his modified jaws. A few shoves, a few tosses of his muzzle, a gulp or two and he'd lean back to enjoy the doomed struggle in his gut. Twenty-six of them had made the trip down his throat at his last count, plus a few near-humans. Just a month ago two prostitutes in the same night had teased his seed out of him before following the others. It had been his single heaviest feeding but it was nothing like this.

Bit by bit her disjointed jaws eased their way forward, fangs scraping through his fur before digging into his hide once more. Already her jaws were past his shoulders and her nose lay halfway down his spine. Cheeks wrapped around his upper arms, which might have done something to stop her if he weren't so firmly bound, and her chin slipped forward along his sternum as he was swallowed alive.

This magnificent creature, a creature finally suited for a real mating, no longer cared about that. His shaft slipped out of her as she pulled him up toward her jaws. He was still painfully aroused and his cock prodded her in the thigh as his head slipped into her stomach. Caustic juices stung his nose and as he experienced what the people he had eaten had felt he found he didn't like it at all.

Her stomach was slimy and flexible, stretching to accommodate more of him as the slow process of feeding pushed him in. Occasionally she would swallow and the muscular walls of her gullet would grip and tug, sending that much more of him into the waiting gut. The majority of the work was still done by her arms as they held him still and her jaws, which inched forward on one side and then the other. As they advanced there was nowhere for him to go but down her throat, and gentle and slow as their progress seemed she had swallowed him to the waist in only a few minutes.

When her chops reached the root of his tail her throat had such a grip that her gulps had more effect, and Yellowstripe kicked and lashed his tail in genuine terror as his rump was consumed. The wolverine-tigress had him where she wanted him and lifted her heavy jaws. Supporting herself with her hands she tossed her muzzle upward, and finally the feeding began to resemble his own.

Two dozen and more humans had disappeared down his gullet, bolted down with little more effort than it takes an owl to swallow a mouse, and with two tosses of her head there was nothing but a kicking set of orange-furred legs and a naked pink tail protruding from her jaws. His still unsheathed and hard cock slid along the slick walls of her gullet and he found he couldn't enjoy even that.

With a supreme effort he stretched the bindings around his wrists, but she knew precisely how strong a frightened kzin could be. Perhaps he was not even the first she had eaten. She was big enough, strong enough and hungry enough to swallow him, after all. Might other kzin have taken up her challenge only to end up as dinner?

With another toss of her muzzle only his knees and below, plus a frantically lashing tail remained. One more, and it was just tailtip and feet. Reida worked her jaws carefully over his padded feet, avoiding the unsheathed claws, and when her jaws finally closed there was nothing left of Yellowstripe at all but a bulge in her body, neck and cheeks and a couple of feet of naked pink tail protruding from the corner of her mouth.

With a powerful gulp the bulge was gone from her cheeks. It moved through her neckfur and was gone from there, too. Her clawed hands gripped her swollen belly as the last of the proud and evil kzin came to rest. He was still struggling, but there would be no escape. Oh, if he were free he could hurt her, perhaps force her to disgorge him; her Were nature made her very tough, but there were limits. Tied as he was, even his muzzle bound shut, he wasn't getting out until he was good and digested. Though she could not know it, her grin as he kicked was an echo of the one that stretched across his face when a doomed human wriggled in his belly.

One last bit remained. A damp tailtip yet hung from her jaws. Reida watched it wriggle with some amusement, tasted it with her tongue, and finally, perhaps even a bit reluctantly, she swallowed it as well. As an afterthought she worked her jaws to rehinge them and though he would never see or know, returned her back teeth to their normal shapes. Those teeth and the snake-like jaw articulation had been the first test of her shape changing abilities beyond a simple change of form. It had simply occurred to her, quite early on, that if she was flexible enough to change shape, might she be flexible enough to fit someone down her throat?

She'd been young and foolish and people had soon suspected where those missing folk were disappearing to, so she'd moved on...ultimately, to the Ziggurat. She was wiser now but sometimes someone still needed very badly to be eaten. Yellowstripe was just the latest one.

In the wet dark of her belly he squirmed. Walls of muscle and membrane held him in, and powerful hands behind those. Still he struggled; he was almost as large as the wolverine-tigress, and perhaps he could discomfit her enough to make her throw him back up.

But he needed to breathe, and there was little air to be had in the dripping acid darkness. He squirmed for less than a minute before the wolverine-tigress belched, and the long, satisfied burp took away even that bit of air. Tired, wounded, burnt by acid and now suffocated, Yellowstripe at last was still.

Reida settled back against the wall, slightly disappointed that he had succumbed so quickly. He'd been a disappointment all around, overconfident and inexperienced. The big ones rarely expected her to know how to fight them, but the males of her kind were often a foot or more taller than she was. Even before she was bitten by the weretiger and transformed she had years of experience fighting people bigger than she was. As strong and tough as she was now, it took a skilled adversary indeed to overpower her even in her smaller form.

Brannos, the human gladiator the kzinti captain had eaten, was a frequent sparring-partner. Sometimes she went easy on him, and more than once he'd pinned her to the floor and had her from behind. Other times her appetite had gotten the better of her and the meeting had ended in a belch. Swallowing the big, strong, and violently resisting man without assuming her large form was an awesome challenge; she had managed it only twice. There were real advantages to working at the Ziggurat, whose employees returned to life if killed. She would never have eaten him otherwise. She liked him a lot, and he was proud of the scars her claws had left on him in their lovemaking. He didn't hold her occasional hungry excesses against her, though he certainly never stuck his head in her mouth voluntarily.

The only good thing she had to say about Yellowstripe was that he was reasonably well hung for a kzin and, of course, that he was filling. Reida belched again, prodded the bulge where the arrogant kzin's skull pressed against her belly from within, and settled down to digest her meal.

*****

Yellowstripe's eyes snapped open and he stared blankly at the ceiling. Claws came out and scarred the floor as he sat up. The last thing he remembered was a gurgling airless hell and hot caustic juices soaking his fur. Now he sat up, unbound, and felt his ribs. Even the pain where the female had cracked them was gone. Had it all been just a dream?

He was in a small room with a single door and bed, though it was sized for humans and he had instead been on the floor. There was no window and the light was the familiar sourceless illumination of the Ziggurat. Hanging from the door handle was his harness, with a note pinned to that. He read it as he shrugged into the straps and absentmindedly snapped shut the buckles.

"Meet me in the bar," it said in the hooks-and-commas of the Hero's Tongue, and at the end was the symbol his captain used as a signature.

Five minutes later - he was apparently in the staff quarters and luckily the halls had signs telling him the way to the bar - he settled into a seat across from his captain. Charl-captain had a steaming drink and a box at his elbow into which you could have fit a human head or three.

"It took her three days to digest you," the captain said without preamble.

"I don't believe it," Yellowstripe growled back. "It's a trick. If she had eaten me I'd be dead."

Charl-captain shrugged and slid the box open. It took Yellowstripe a moment to recognize what lay within. He grimaced at the mass of orange fur, with a few yellow hairs mixed in and white masses that were certainly the powdered remains of digested bones. A couple of shiny black claws were tangled in the mass. Though it had been carefully washed there was still the faintest odor of bile.

"Eating humans is good," the captain said as he slid the box shut. "I've done it myself. They are tasty and it is satisfying to feel them struggle their last. A small revenge for our lost wars."

"But," he said, and Yellowstripe flinched as his fist came down on the table, "You must be smart about it. If I could see the wobble in your pace from a concealed gut and smell the humans on you when you came back to the ship, so could someone else. If did not take long at all to work out which disappearances you had caused. You are fortunate you were not caught."

"But why am I alive," Yellowstripe wondered, his eyes still on the horrible box of fur.

"For a certain, large sum, the protection of the Ziggurat can be extended to guests," Charl-captain growled. "Then you can die and come back. Once, anyway."

Yellowstripe grimaced. His pay would be docked, but for how long? How much did he owe?

"I did not pay that sum," the captain said, and Yellowstripe looked up in shock.

"The Teller of Tales is not a wealthy ship," the captain growled. "We struggle just to pay for fuel. One day I hope to be wealthy. That day is not yet. When I found out what had happened I sold your contract to the Ziggurat staff to save your life. You now work here, in whatever position they deem suitable."

"Yes, sir," Yellowstripe muttered, and looked past his captain's shoulder. Grinning a toothy grin at him from the staff entrance was the brown-furred woman, back in her wolverine form and noticeably plumper than she had been two days earlier.

"And there is that," said the captain, one frilled ear flipping back to point at the woman. "I'd get to training, if I were you, or you will make her fatter still."

Yellowstripe grimaced once more. He didn't think he was going to enjoy this new job at all.

*****

He was good. She had known he would be from his age, his scars, the way he held himself. Reida feinted and came in beneath his guard only for the kzinti captain to drop his forearm on her skull. It slowed her enough that she barely evaded the next blow and he followed after her, hedging her into a corner to limit her mobility.

She was marginally more skilled but unlike Yellowstripe, Charl-captain did not underestimate her. He used his size and reach effectively and very quickly gauged how fast she was. She got in a few good hits but unless she started using her claws she was going to lose.

Of course he had claws too, and fangs, but he wasn't using them either. When he finally backed her into a corner she struck with a flurry of blows, one of which snapped his head to the side and sent droplets of blood flying. It didn't stop him from getting her into a clinch. He was twice her mass and stronger than a man pound for pound, just like her.

When he had her on the ground belly-down, his fangs in her tough scruff and atop her on all fours, his long growl modulated into speech.

"Thank you for dealing with my problem," he rumbled. "Sooner or later he would have been caught and it would have been bad for everyone."

"I would have done it for free," she growled back, and made a half-sincere effort to throw him off her. Only half sincere, though. He rode along as she bucked, letting her tire herself out and going nowhere. "He needed a lesson." And she'd gotten a meal out of it, she didn't say.

"I know you have another form," he growled into her ear. "Show me."

So she did, and though in that shape she could have overpowered him, even eaten him, that was not the purpose of this exercise. She was happy to move her tail aside and wrestle with this strong, experienced male as he mounted her. She really did like kzinti, did Reida. Not all of them, mind you, but definitely this one.