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Natural History

Being a night security guard was a fairly raw deal: walking the same halls again and again, seeing the same exhibits . . . At this point he could almost quote any of the informational plaques about the Greeks or the Mesopotamians. Asherbanipaul and his ilk really got around back in the day. Other than the benefits of historical trivia, the job did come with one other particular perk. James had the keys to the kingdom as it were, and even though the museum was ostensibly free to the public, he liked to give his own tours after hours.

"So, where were all of these guys from, anyways?" his brunette accomplice asked, idly scratching at the collar of her puce turtleneck sweater.

"It's a little confusing. They're all from Mesopotamia," James explained. "But the exact border moved around quite a bit. Mostly around where Iraq is now though." He pointed his flashlight towards the large brightly colored map on the wall depicting the fertile crescent.

"If they've been there so long, then why are thing so fucked up there now?" Candice leaned over one of the glass cases containing crude cuneiform tablets, her dangling beaded necklace tapping at the hard cool surface.

"I guess history is one of those resources that might be hard to handle, you know?" He sighed as they walked into the prehistoric exhibit, continuing their backwards circumambulation. "When most people conquer a place, they try to destroy the history first, that way people wont bother trying to resurrect the past. Kind of like what the early Americans did."

"Then why didn't they just kill everyone?"

"Maybe they were afraid they wouldn't be able to forget it . . ." He felt slightly uncomfortable even as he continued to walk, the black polished shoes of his night guard's uniform glinting in the dimness.

Pacing on in silence for a few steps, they passed through a dim tunnel with fairly dull facts about pre-agrarian society before entering a cavernous hall, imposing in its complete silence. "My god, it's just like some kind of movie!" Candice's eyes followed the bright beam of his heavy flashlight.

"Yeah, but these ones don't really come to life." James sniggered, awe completely dissipated after seeing the same remains for the thousandth time.

"Oh come on." She stared up at the yawning maw of a skeletal tyrannosaurus. "This is totally amazing. Can you imagine one of these things, like, moving around?" She waved her hands in a vaguely Godzilla-esque way to emphasize her point.

"No. And I'm glad I don't have to. These guys were never around when people were anyways," he continued, stifling a yawn with the cuff of his jacket. "Although, knowing people, if we were around, we probably would have found a way to convert them into a big pile of meat.

"Something that big? Come on, it would have just trampled us like little bugs." She tapped the sides of her horn rimmed glasses. "Tasty, tasty little bugs." her voice giggled.

"We might have had more trouble with something like this though . . ." James pointed his illuminating golden disk towards a much easier to ignore feral skeleton that was skulking behind velvet ropes and wooden partitions in the corner. He put two of his fingers in front of the light and curved them menacingly. "Just look at those teeth!"

"Sabertooth huh? I dunno." Her flat soled shoes tapped against the marble floor as she walked over to the silently snarling feline remains. "It's not all that much bigger than me . . ."

"Sure it is, these guys could get up to like, 700 pounds." He hoped he was quoting the sign correctly.

"Yeah, but look, it only comes like up to my waist!" She slid over the short wooden partition, feeling a rush of exhilaration as she stood on the taboo side of the display, holding her hand above the boney haunches of the beast. "See?"

"Fine, yeah." James rubbed his face with the flat of his hand. Maybe bringing Candice here was a mistake. She was smart, but he could never even begin to guess what she was going to do next. "Just get out of there. If something happens to the display they're literally going to kill me."

"Figuratively literally," she laughed. "These things are just replicas anyways. It's not like they'd keep the actual bones out in public for an idiot like me to touch." She ran her hand up the beast's spine with a strange shiver of transgressive pleasure.

He just gave her what she always liked to call "the look." motioning for her to get out of the exhibit.

"Oh, come on. You had to have touched_some_ of the stuff before. I mean, it's not like anyone is watching or anything. Other than you . . ." She added with a sly smile. It was always difficult for James to draw a bead on exactly what Candice was going to do next.

Swallowing nervously, he motioned with his hand. "Seriously, just get out of there. Some of this stuff is legitimate . . ." The light faltered as he walked over to her self-importantly, trying to keep the beam fixed on her. But as he walked, his nerves got the better of him, and the long black-handled light slipped from his fingers, tumbling end over end with the light flashing over both of their faces until it hit the polished marbled with a metallic clatter causing everything to go instantly black.

"James? James, I can't . . ." Candice's words were interrupted by a faint creaking, impossibly loud in the pitch black stillness.

"Aww, shit." James cursed, dropping to his hands and knees and patting around like a blind man. "I think the batteries came out. Look, just don't move, I'll have everything sorted out in just a second just . . ."

He was interrupted by the creaking growing louder and then groaning into a tumbling cascade of wooden pitches, as if someone had dropped a xylophone from a skyscraper. Immediately his stomach rose into his throat. This was the worst thing that he could possibly think of at the moment. He was going to lose his job, and he'd probably have the spend the rest of his life in prison for destroying a priceless piece of natural history.

"God dammit Candice . . ." He shouted, immediately dropping his voice as it echoed around the room.

"James, I-I'm sorry . . ." Her voice rose out of the darkness with a sob.

"Look, just don't move." He returned to scrabbling about on the floor for the missing batteries. "Just let me get the light back on and maybe we can . . . fix it. . ."

There was no way in hell that they were going to be able to fix anything it took archeologists months to put together right; however, he felt that there had to be some way out of this, even though it was pretty much the worst situation possible. He was barely able to think straight though, due to hearing the pathetic hollow scraping of Candice trying to right herself amidst the prehistoric detritus.

"Oww . . . I think one of these things scratched me . . ." Her voice was impossibly clear in the blackness.

"Oh, Jesus." James swore. "Look, just try not to move. You're only going to make it worse."

"But I'm bleeding . . ." Her voice was rising into the wrenching heaves of panicked hysteria.

"You're bleeding. Really?" James inhaled through his teeth. "You just knocked over like a million dollar piece of history and your worried about a little cut? Just stop wriggling around like a flopping fish for one fucking second."

"But . . . I feel really . . . Just . . ." Her voice trailed off into halting, increasingly throaty sobs.

Continuing to curse silently, James managed to blindly find two of the four batteries that had burst forth from his light. Candice continued to cry softly, but he was just too overwhelmed by panic and anger to say anything remotely civil. As he continued to fumble, her sobs became softer and softer, replaced by other curious noises. She had finally stopped scrabbling around on the floor, but there was an odd creaking that made James uneasy, followed by something that suspiciously sounded like the licking of lips.

"Candice?" He queried, hand seizing around the penultimate power cell. She was almost too quiet now . . . Maybe she really had been hurt. God, if anyone just walked in they might even think that he'd pushed her into it or something. He might even have to go to trial for murder.

"Look, Candice, I'm sorry, this is just, really bad. But you're okay right? Just hang in there with me . . ." His words had a distracted quality as he continued to fruitlessly crawl along the ebon floor on his hands and knees.

There was no reply though, which wasn't to say that he couldn't hear her. Her breaths seemed to be getting louder and louder, deeper and slower in a remarkably unsettling way. Instead of the percussive scraping that he had heard before, there was a much more subtle noise, like burlap stretching as he could hear her ever so slowly shifting her position.

"You're alright, right Candice? Just a little scared, yeah?" His own voice was starting to grow a little uncertain as the strained near silence continued. She was almost panting now in odd raspy heaves. The straining sounds intensified until he actually heard a distinct tearing noise, followed by an impossibly low bass rumble of a breath. Amidst it all, he could begin to smell something, even over the bitter adrenaline of his own panic, something primal and dark: an impossible animal musk that tapped into the primitive part of his brain stem.

"L-let's just get out of here . . . I mean . . . I can just turn on the main breakers." He kept needfully patting around regardless of his words, every odd sound alien and seemingly amplified in the emptiness. There was a halting creak that made his bones seem to shiver as his mind began to boil with sudden inextricable panic. Despite his repeated attempts at communication, Candice remained silent save for the unsettling creaking and the occasional, increasingly bizarre moans, finally followed by a hefty whumph of a noise and then an odd soft clicking that descended in volume as if it were prowling away from him towards the exhibit on the Triassic era.

His fingers fanned out and then clenched around the last of the errant batteries like a drowning man at a dangling rope as he clumsily rammed it into the waiting socket and screwed on the weighty base, pressing the rubber switch a few times and hitting it against his palm until a bright beam of light shined up directly into his eyes.

"Fuck!" he hissed, holding the light away from his eyes and squinting as his vision slowly readjusted. "Candice, I got the light working again. It's . . . Candice?" The luminescent disk of light traveled over to the ruins of the smilodon exhibit. The skeleton itself was still surprisingly intact, turned over on its side with a few of the ribs having been spread around the floor, and one conspicuously broken.

What he didn't see was Candice. What he_did_ was a faint streak of red slowly drip off of the one broken rib into a miniscule pool on the floor. "Candice?" He raised his voice. "Look, I'm sorry I freaked out. Really, it's not that bad . . ." His black polished shoes clacked against the floor as he spoke, looking down and seeing another patch of red in the form of a smeared bloody hand print, and then another, and then another. It was like she had crawled away . . . But why?

He called her name again as he walked towards the yawning arc that lead into the Triassic exhibit, looking down at the steady trail of single hand prints. As they progressed, they changed in a bizarre way, long slender crimson marks from fingers becoming rounder and detached from the mark of the palm while the whole thing oddly increased in size. Surely she wouldn't keep crawling if she was bleeding that badly . . . maybe she was just trying to make sure she didn't run into anything else in the darkness?

He rounded the corner, light traveling around the descriptive murals and recreations of apex marine predators. About to call out again, his breath caught in his throat as the light shone upon two glowing luminous points, staring back at him as some immense shape hurtled towards him in one impossibly smooth motion, all terrifying claws and fangs.

Barely able to scream before the immense snarling force knocked the wind from his lungs, he toppled over backwards, flashlight careening off to land at the base of a scale model of a cynognathus, casting the room into stark shadows as he looked up into the half illuminated shape of a primal terror. He couldn't even think as the impossible feline apparition lunged down at his throat, one plate sized bloody paw digging into his chest with needle-like claws. Raising his arm up in front of him, he wheezed out a scream of pain as the beast's mouth surged forwards, two six inch fangs closing over his limb as the beast's mouth crushed down.

Kicking out with his legs, he could smell the beast's feral scent as the primal part of his brain took hold. The pain was immense as the beast bit down, but thankfully, its larger canines passed over his seemingly fragile arm. He stared up into the impossible green gold eyes of a long extinct saber toothed cat, as it clenched and shook its head, tearing at his flesh as its hot panting breath huffed against his face. As he struggled to push it away, one hand lodged under its throat, pushing at the thick bristly fur that covered its impossibly strong body the cat rest more and more of its massive weight on him, slowly crushing down.

"C-candice . . . Help!" James' voice cracked as he shouted out for his absent acquaintance. His strength was failing him as he could feel his hot blood pouring out along his arm even though he now barely felt it through the haze of adrenaline pumping through his system.

With an odd shake of its head, the beast paused as he screamed, almost as if trying to recall a misplaced truth. James wasted no time in reaching up and curling his hand into a fist, boxing at the side of the creature's thick lion-like head.

With a huff the impossible apparition stepped off of him and swiped out with its paw as a cat might bat at an obstinate mouse. His world spun in a kaleidoscopic swirl of pale yellow light and wildly tilting shadow as he slid along the floor into the wall with a muffled thud.

Dazed, his limbs quaked as he tried to right himself, only managing to prop himself up against the wall before slumping down. His ripped jacket was soaked and sopping with his own dark crimson as his legs scrabbled at the polished floor, uselessly pressing his back to the wall as he could see the stark half-lit body of the dappled tawny prehistoric feline pad closer and closer to him with a certain unfathomable arrogance.

He knew that it could have pounced, covered the distance in a single heartbeat, but instead its heavy padded paws stepped towards him while taut muscles rippled under the dense fur of its stocky and yet sinuous body. The saber toothed head loomed over him, hot breath puffing against his petrified face as it sniffed, seemingly curious, but still terrifying to a degree that made it impossible to think. Inches away from his face, the beast's single illuminated green flecked golden eye bored into his soul even as he tried to turn his head and look away. Thin black lips parted, revealing the animal's looming pink maw as it leaned in to deliver what surely would be the coup de grace. James' body twitched as he let out a garbled wordless plea of helpless abject terror, eyes closing, knowing that this was the end.

The feeling of being eaten alive was rather rough and warm, prickly even . . . And the sensation repeated itself, tugging up the skin of his cheek as his eyes opened in disbelief to look out at the beast's wide pink tongue grinding up the side of his face. He moved his arm up, not knowing if it was to shove the musky animal off of him or merely to prove it was real, but it was intercepted as the beast's massive paw rose up and pressed firmly against his chest, digits tensing with subdued power as the man froze again, not knowing what to think.

His breath came out in visceral pants as he felt the dagger-sharp claws press through the seemingly flimsy material of his jacket, the massive cat letting out an odd rumble as it pulled down, rending through his shirt and jacket as one, leaving red bloody scrapes against the skin of his chest as he whimpered, causing the beast's bass rumble to deepen into a growl, its dark leathery nose inches from his face as its lips curled up in a lethal snarl.

With a wrench, the beast's claws slashed down, cutting his shirt to ribbons and leaving shallow bloody rents in his skin, causing him to hiss as he didn't dare scream. He bit his lip as the incomprehensible animal lowered its head, sniffing down from his exposed neck to lap at his bared wounds. The feeling was indescribable: a burning pain like millions of needles scraped against the cuts followed by a coursing impossible warmth that took his breath away as his head pulled back and his eyes closed at the sting. The wet hot strokes continued, lapping up at the angry red rents in his flesh one after another as an impossible tight feeling built up in his chest.

It was not something he could quite put words to as he looked down. His blood was pumping, heart racing as warmth coursed through his veins. James' muscles tensed his eyes fell upon his bared chest, going wide as he saw bristly hairs washing out from where the bloody wounds had been, accompanied by a dense coat of underfur that raced impossibly up towards his neck. He raised his mangled arm up to touch, to feel this impossible apparition, but his jaw hung open as his limb entered the shining ray of the flashlight.

The appendage that he held in front of his face was twisting, ashen fur poking through the torn holes in his jacket as his muscles bulged, stretching the fabric taut. And he could feel it, every twitch, every empowering twinge of straining growth as the shreds of his clothing burst at their torn seems. Even as he clenched his fingers, they pulled back, pulsing broader and thicker, developing heavy leather pads as tufts of fur blossomed between them and his thumb pulled back and to the side, shifting into a strangely satisfying position as he flexed in disbelief, wounds seemingly closed as his form twisted before his eyes.

Surely he was already dead. The hot straining feeling of his flesh made him feel hazy even as his breath caught in his throat. Meanwhile, the huge bulky dapple coated cat towering over him purred as it its nostrils flared and huffed in his changing scent. He was shaken from his daze with a jolt as the large feline bumped its head against him almost amorously, the smooth edge of its massive canines rubbing against the side of his jaw. The inexplicable feelings that coursed through his veins were impossible to quantify and half of his mind still wondered why the beast had let him live, while the other was strangely drawn towards its oddly alluring muscular build. He could hardly spare any disbelief for the waves of fur racing up his bulging, twisting arm as the tattered fabric of his jacket ripped apart around him.

Head rolling from side to side, he watched the bizarre feral tigress pad around him, watching with rapt fascination at the stocky hindquarters and short tuft-like tail. He could feel the blood throbbing in his ears as he saw what was under the tail though, a tight dark skinned femininity, just below her exposed ass, tense and glistening . . . James hardly realized that a deep rumble was building up in his chest as he stared, fixated on that perfectly formed and yet strangely alluring animal pussy.

Shifting his weight, the changing guard began to feel distinctly uncomfortable, the seams of his clothes seeming to dig into his skin as the terrifying and yet sultry cat padded between his spread akimbo legs, and sniffed at the cheap black polished leather of his belt. He didn't have the time for his fears to re-register themselves as she leaned in, butting against his belly with her brushy furred head, hooking under the waist of his pants with her massive fangs, and jerking back with an immense burst of strength.

It hurt for only a fraction of a second before he found himself oddly liberated, trousers and drawers torn down and yanked away as the lion-like head of the beast pressed in against his crotch, cold nose making him hiss as if huffed against his already hardening member, long teeth brushing against his thighs. It seemed like there should have been something wrong with this, but he couldn't place it. His mind was just quivering in anticipation as she parted her thin dark skinned lips, and lapped out against his cock in one long, rough, enveloping stroke with her huge curling tongue. His own tongue lapped out almost sympathetically as every raspy spine of her tongue ground past his most sensitive flesh.

Fingers grasping at the sides of her burly head, his breath came out in shallow gasps as she pressed in further, huge teeth pressed to either side of his crotch as she lathered him in grinding rough strokes of inexplicable affection, making him harder than he had ever been in his life while the grayish fur continued spreading out from his chest, seeping down between his legs with prickling soft sensation.

Jerking out a clear spurt of pre, his cock tensed and throbbed as its skin darkened into a raw deep fleshy pink, head smoothing out and slimming down into a feline point as her mouth roughly caressed him. The prickly sensations were multiplied infinitely as his own cock seemed to hook against her tugging pink rasp, small spines forming along the length while his member tapered into a compact masculine feline organ.

Her ministrations moved south, raising up a loose roll of flesh at the bottom of his seething cock while a strangled yowl of pleasure burst forth unbidden from his lips. Light velvety fuzz slowly covered his forming sheath as she teased it up the thicker base of his member in long coaxing strokes before burying her huffing nose in the middle of his balls, drinking in his changing feline smell as they were coated in a light ashen frosting of forming fuzz.

James' thighs twitched, muscles pulling about under his skin as they began to swell with corded power. They spread out on either side of the head pressing between them, hide thickening, becoming loose and durable, coated in a plush wave of warmth that tickled his senses as it continued to cover him. The rest of his legs began to change as well, shoes being forced off of his feet as they lengthened in a series of slow cracking pops. Even as his calves began to condense slightly, his heels rose up and pulled into a taut muscular joint as his now animal feet pedaled at the air while the beast smothered him in affection.

The wriggling of his exposed toes as they tore through his thin black socks drew the attention of the saber toothed animal before him. Her massive head turned quizzically, sniffing down the length of his leg, hot puffs of air sending shivers up his spine even as his cock still ached for more, leaking out a clear musky need as she abandoned it to the cool air of the museum. His digits bulged as her pink rough tongue flashed out, grinding over his toes as they began to bulge and swell. The feeling made him grit his teeth, canines beginning to grow steadily longer as she tenderly lapped between his toes, causing them to bulge out into broad leather-padded paws, nails thickening into sharp dark claws that tensed the new forming muscles connected to them as she divided her attention between his changing paw-feet.

Mind awash in the halting creaking sensations of change, James was surprised to find the lion-like creature butting at his side with her furry forehead, coaxing him over with her colossal strength. It took an awkward moment for him to find his new feet, heavy paws splayed against the cool marble of the floor. There was something in the back of his mind that made the sensation seem wrong somehow, but as the changes continued, it simply felt more and more natural, with all four of his paws on the ground as his body continued to grow, primal new sensations surging through his belly he panted in the darkness.

The stocky female cat rubbed her body against her prospective mate's, scraping against his increasingly furry flank with her fanged jowl. She sniffed in at the back of his thickening neck, kissing the last vestiges of his thin human skin as his dense gray and tan coat covered him in suitably heavy protection. He could hear every panting breath as his ears tugged and thinned, turning towards her muzzle automatically as they pulled up into fuzzy points atop his broadening head.

His mind swam as his skull creaked out, thickening as she licked up at the side of his muzzle, teasing out long whiskers that twitched irritably. Her saber fang framed mouth licked out at his nose as it flattened and pushed forwards, nostrils flaring as they became brown and leathery with a few spots of dappled pink. His glistening new nasal organ huffed in wildly as he took in the strange new scents of the foreign world around him, but it was all overshadowed by the heady smoldering heat radiating from the powerful female before him.

Insistently sliding up against his thinning dark lips, her tongue slipped into his mouth, feeling the fleshy confines changing while his palette became ridged and his teeth began to realign themselves. The pulsing sensations from his fangs pushing out longer and longer made him growl a bass rumble of ecstasy against her as their mammoth teeth began to occasionally clack against one another, sending resonating shocks through his twisting form.

The man's tongue flattened out, gaining fleshy pink dexterity as it entwined with her own, slowly developing the proper rough texturing that caught and ground against her rough pink rasp. The kiss pulled on for another pleasured second before she pulled back, licking her massive chops and seeming to grin a feral sign of approval as she surveyed his broad attractive feline face with piercing yellow eyes, one of them beaming in the contrastive beam from the fallen torch.

Butting against him again with a rumble of amorous affection, the feral feline put her weight into it as she turned and paced backwards along his stretching form, listening to his spine creaking out with forming supple strength. Her panting breath passed over his strong haunches, head craning around behind him as her own rear was exposed just to the right of him. He couldn't help but sniff in, drawn towards her tight dark skinned feline femininity nestled just below her ass, glistening under her raised somewhat stubby tail in the half darkness that no longer seemed to bother him in the slightest.

She opened her maw wide as she leaned in, licking up from between his legs, scraping back from his exposed rough prick, sliding against his soft and sensitive sheath, and then jostling past his rounded animal testes that were lifted up before they patted back down, scrotum growing tighter as his balls began to churn and swell, becoming rounded and more sensitive in their taut fuzzy home.

James couldn't help but lean in and press his huffing nose against her hot feline pussy, wet animal nostrils flaring as she continued to tease his package, tugging it up with every stroke. Her scent was overbearing, a flaming reek of acrid strength with the sultry tang of virility that made his head swim in delight as he growled out his satisfaction.

Ministrations growing more intense, her wrenching laps began changing the position of his maleness, tugging it up towards his anus, now bared prominently between his hind legs. His cock drooled out clear masculine lubrication that just made her pink hot tongue that much smoother, contrasting with the rough sensation of the hair-like spines. Every long lapping tug made his lips curl back, revealing his fearsome maw as his fangs thickened and pressed out further, pushing permanently past his thin lips, almost reaching below his furry chin. With one long halting rasp, she jerked his maleness up until it rested just under his bared asshole, hefty balls pulled taut with his tapered cat's cock pointed downwards at a needy angle.

In his own curiosity, he licked out with his wide flat pink tongue, sliding up the edge of her tight dark labia, watching her tail quiver above as she growled out a purr of bliss. He ringed his rough tongue around the outside of that tightly stretched needy orifice, tasting her glistening passion as he could feel her muscles contracting and bulging at the prickly contact. Licking his chops, he then pressed in with a firm forwards stroke, slipping slowly past her labia as her claws all extended, scraping against the marble floor.

There was still something missing from the male cat's prehistoric physique, and so the eager female's tongue slid up, still coated in his slick glistening pre. She lapped across his bared anus, making the skin clench as he yowled out in pleasured surprise, one of her paws reaching up and resting against his haunches, claws combing through his fur and grasping at his thick hide possessively. His pink ring of muscle darkened as a pressure built up in his lower back, boiling up to a fever pitch before the nub of a tail cracked out, immediately covered in a plush layer of ashen dappled fur. As she slid her rough tongue up from his ass to the growing base of his tail, his anus pulled out wider, into a tight horizontal feline orifice that tugged this way and that as his tail pressed out slowly, vertebrae by vertebrae, new sensations flooding through him as she licked out and nibbled at the plush tip. She then ground past his straining wide asshole once more, glistening with his own musky male pre, coaxing out his tail to its almost cute, somewhat stubby length while his muscles all tensed and writhed in delight.

In the meantime, James was desperately lapping at her exposed labia, making her muscles twinge and contract as he slid inside of her, just barely teasing the tight inner orifice of her feline pussy. His lapping tongue pressed out between his fearsome long and thick fangs as his forming tail cracked into full existence. But then she stepped away, making his neck crane to follow her and leaving his flat tongue lapping at nothing as he licked his chops with needful desire.

His whole body felt alight, rife with the powerful sensations of his new found beasthood. Heavy padded feet pawing at the smooth floor, he huffed out a throaty growl, taking a few steps towards his prospective mate as she looked back at him over her shoulder, raising her rump with her tail flagging to the side, baring herself to him as she loosed a throaty huff: a cross between a command and a statement of need as her pink tongue slipped up and lapped at her feline nose.

There was no decision to be made, no process of thought as his paws padded towards her, every nerve in his body on edge as he again pressed forwards and drank in her heady aroma. His wide strong forepaws splayed out against her haunches, claws prickling in as he reared up, inching himself forwards as she purred out her encouragement. She bore his weight easily as he climbed atop her, the vestigial teats on his belly teased by her scrubby tan pelt. Licking up at the nape of her neck, he arched his back, tail wriggling about awkwardly as he felt his needy cock brush up against the fur of her inner thigh.

His hips began to rock, hind legs bending back as he angled himself, feeling the pointed head of his feline member prod the electric hot edge of her torrid pussy. Both of their rumbling breaths came to a silent glorious caesura as he lowered himself, bright pink maleness sinking into her dark slick feline orifice as it clenched and pulsed, seeming to draw him further in. This was no tentative thrust as he pushed in all the way to the edge of his fuzzy sheath. He pulled back and they both yowled out in animal ecstasy as the barbs of his cock caught against her inner walls, causing them to clamp down wildly at his engulfed prick, squeezing in clenching bursts of inhuman power.

As he rocked his hips forewards, the snarling cat under him pressed back, butting against him and then pulling away with the wet hot scrape of feline lust. His round tight testes pulsed and churned just below his bared dark feline asshole as a hot molten passion rose within him, making his stomach twist into a tight knot of apprehension. Overwhelmed by throes of animal bliss, the female slammed herself against her transformed lover, feeling his cock fill her torrid vagina, each bristling spine driving her wild as they scraped out and in again and again.

With a final wild thrust, James slammed in up to the hilt one last time, roaring as his balls pulled tight and his bared stretched anus clenched. Heat built up inside of him, rocketing out into her torrid insides as he came in hot clenching bursts. Her inner walls clamped down tight against his embedded cock in arrhythmic fits, prolonging their combined orgasm into mind-numbing heights as she felt every hot pressured jolt of liquid fire seep into her tight insides while they both roared out in wordless screaming pleasure.

Both rocking together, they eked out every last tortured pull of pleasure before the male cat finally slid off of the panting female below him, absolutely exhausted as they both lay down, snuggling together for a brief respite, purring loudly as they curled up against each other.

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After their short rest to recoup and groom themselves, the duo of previously extinct large cats began to survey their surroundings, finding everything surprisingly lifeless as they padded past the long dead monstrosities from an age that was surely not their own. They prowled through the odd stone building until they finally settled in a room full of soft objects with hard backs that squeaked and rattled as they batted at them curiously.

After tearing into a few of the padded seats, they heaped their collection of soft bedding behind the screen of the auditorium, a cozy dark secluded area that would be the perfect place to raise their young. That is, until a series of flickering lights and worried murmurings would distract them from their slumber and cause them to give the museum's most impressive display on the more primal points of natural history . . .