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[b][u][center]Tempting Tigress

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“If there’s one thing I can’t let you get away with, it’s using the locals as a food source.”

Ray could hardly believe that he was saying something like that. It was something so basic, so utterly simple that he thought that every individual ‘afflicted’ like him would understand it.

Apparently, not so with the duchess Khristina Kirilova. He glanced over her shoulder, seeing her lounging around on a lush sofa not far from the fireplace. She barely seemed to acknowledge that he’d spoken, which rankled. She might have been a duchess, but that paled compared to what he had once been. What he had been seen as.

He shook his head, turning the large hunk of beef on its spit over the fire. The juices dripping off of it hissed as they hit the flames, sending fumes of steam throughout the room. It was appreciated for more than just the smell; the heat in the cold winter made the palace that much more inviting, at least for him. Not many others would dare come here, not tonight, of all nights.

Despite the continued semi-silence, broken only with the guzzles of vodka down a greedy throat, he knew that he had to at least try and keep the duchess on the right path. The last thing they needed was further exposure. The populace already had a problem with her, and the worse she treated them, the more likely they were to rebel. Even one of their kind would have a problem with that, particularly if there were too many of them coming at once. Not to mention the rumors that would spread.

Giving the spit one more turn, Ray finally stepped away from the fire and walked over to the duchess. He grabbed her wrist, squeezing just hard enough to keep her from pulling the vodka bottle down to her lips again. She looked up at him with a flicker of blue amidst the green in her eyes, pouting as she couldn’t get her next drink.

“Hic. Come on – hic – Ray. One more –”

“Were you listening to me?”

“Yes, yes, no – hic – eating.”

“No eating what?”

“…People…”

“Right.”

He took the bottle away from her, putting the nearly empty container down near an already empty one. Khristina tried to grab for it, but he stopped her without much effort. A great warrior, she was not.

“I’m serious. You can’t go around biting on your people.”

“Peasants. It’s not like they – mmmph – can’t be replaced.”

“Perhaps. But they are talkative, and normal humans do not go around biting others.”

“Nonsense. I’ve seen plenty of little humans do it.”

“They’re children. And angry. They can get away with it.”

He leaned in, trying to impress on her the seriousness of what she was doing. He doubted that she’d even remember it by morning, considering how drunk she was, but he had to try. The least he could do to keep this legacy going…and the best idea, considering a thrall like the duchess was more or less his responsibility, as the only true were around for miles. His choices were rather limited; teach or kill. And with the bonuses that came from keeping her alive, teaching was the better option.

“The more you do, the more stories spread. And the more they spread, the more the Redhoods might hear. You don’t want them around here.”

“Awww, but you’ll take care of me. Big bad kitty.”

Her giggles were as demeaning as they always were, and he bit his lip to keep back a retort. It would just have to wait. Drunken Khristina didn’t have an understanding bone in her body, and considering how often she was drunk, that meant it was really hard to get her to listen to anything.

He turned away, going back to the spit. He managed a couple of turns before he realized that the last of the sunlight had finally faded from the room.

[i]Not long now.[/i]

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Having to fend off the duchess during her normal days was annoying enough, but in the hours leading up to the moon rising, Ray discovered a whole new pain in dealing with her. The forerunners of the full moon were already increasing her strength, and despite his own body being quite a bit better trained than hers, it became more of a struggle to keep her away from the fireplace.

After an hour of fending her off, he finally growled and hissed at her, letting his teeth flash through his disguise. The fangs sent her scampering back to the couch, where she immediately picked up her vodka and started guzzling it down the rest of the way.

Ray finally gave up, and turned away from the cooking meat. It would be fine, and besides, things were about to get interesting.

“Are you done with the vodka?”

“No. There’s – hic – more bottles…”

Shaking his head, he looked out the window. A cloud slowly drifted across the sky, and his smile grew as the full moon behind it was finally revealed. He walked over to the curtains, closing one – just for safety’s sake – and opening another. The white light of the moon beamed through the window, and landed on the duchess.

“Ray? What…what are you doing?”

“Taking something I’m owed. If I’m going to take care of a dumb thrall like you, I might as well get something out of it. A free show, at least.”

“A free – AH!”

Her back arched as she collapsed on the couch, her body spasming against her will. She strained, writhing around as her arms seemed reluctant to listen to her head. Her nightgown clung to her body in a way that left Ray grinning, the darker skinned man reaching down and fondling himself through his pants.

Her breath returned as she started to scream, her teeth warping in her mouth. Little lines of blood slipped past her lips as the gums ripped from the sharper points, and she bit her tongue before she could stop herself. Ray slowly walked over to the couch, looming over the transforming duchess and shaking his head.

“Still can’t take it.”

“Help me! It hurts!”

“It will always hurt.”

His own transformation, however, didn’t. He was far more natural than she was, far more suited to his own body, so much so that the black fur that began rippling down his arms felt more real than the skin that he saw on a day to day basis. The fact that he had to hide it, that he had to keep it from view like some criminal hiding from the city watch…it burned at him, and he hissed in pleasure as the moon began his own transformation.

Without any consideration for her, he ripped the nightgown from her, throwing the expensive shreds of silk to the ground. She whimpered and gasped as her face began to warp, fur poking through the pores of her skin and growing longer. Her already long hair started to change color, morphing from a simple red to a deep orange, almost striped as it fell down along her shoulders.

He chuckled to himself, feeling the difference between them. For all of her titles, for all of her lands, she was nothing but a thrall, a wild thing, something that could never have the full control and power that someone like him had. She was a poor substitute in company for someone like him…but she would do for the night. She would learn her place.

Laying over her in an attempt to keep her still, Ray could feel his changes rustling through his body, the fur spreading further, and his ears tingling as they started to flow up the side of his head. He licked his lips, feeling the prickles of roughness spreading along his tongue. But more than that, he felt a stiffness that was entirely natural growing in his pants.

It took no effort to spread her legs while keeping her pinned, and he ground against her, his cock getting harder and harder inside of his pants as he used her thighs for a playful toy. She mewled and panted as he touched her, her back seemingly stuck in an arched position that shoved her chest out and made him stare at her breasts. It was almost like her transformation was helping to arouse him.

He knew that wasn’t true, but it was a nice thought, and it let his contempt for her remain. He felt little need to comfort her, despite her whimpers as the fur continued to grow down from her head, spreading down her neck and removing any trace of the pale, ivory skin that he’d been staring at for the last few hours. Every now and then, she yelped, her bones re-aligning and cracking under the fur as she transformed, but for him, the sound only aroused him further.

“Do you know what my people call yours, ‘Duchess’?”

She shook her head.

“Thralls.”

“We…I…not…”

“Thralls. Slaves to the transformation. Slaves to the beast. You can do nothing but obey it. Me?”

He held up his hand, letting her watch as the fur spread down his wrist, slipping over his fingers. He let her watch as he clenched his hands, then unfolded them again, the pads appearing on his palm and his fingers, growing in slowly but surely. Even the claws popping out, he let her watch. Unlike with her, there was no pain, but pleasure aplenty, and he chuckled as he dragged one new claw along the side of her furred cheek.

“I am a master of my beast. And I revel in it, like the god I once was.”

She looked at him in confusion, but the moment to explain passed as she was wracked with another surge of pain. Her breasts wobbled as they started to grow, bubbling from underneath as they pushed further and further out. Khristina bent so far backwards that he almost thought that her head would touch her feet, but it let him watch as her body continued to change, and grow.

Khristina collapsed back on the bed after the first shudder, her breasts having grown a full size upwards, and making them even bigger handfuls than they’d once been. A dusting of fur had already covered them, and was growing thicker, everywhere but around her nipples. The increasingly feline Ray reached down, flicking his clawed fingers over the little bumps and giving them a tight squeeze.

As she screamed, he watched the fur spread further and further down her body, a light orange and white dust at first before it started getting thicker, and thicker. Her arms got slightly longer, and as her new fur coat reached her crotch, he grinned to himself as she started getting more rounded down there, with thicker hips.

He could no longer hold back. Pulling his pants down and kicking them aside, the jaguar forced her legs up and slid his bigger, harder cock inside of her. Despite all the changes, her pussy was already gushing, showing just how much the thrall was losing to her bestial side.

Immediately her yowls of pain started to subside, and he knew that she needed this as much as he wanted it. He chuckled to himself, pulling out to hear her whine only to push back in and let her have some ‘relief’.

“You are a thrall, Khristina. You should be glad I know how to treat one better than you do.”

He slowly slid himself in and out, letting her wet folds hug his cock as the barbs started to grow in. Her yowls changed in tone, getting more…desperate, he supposed, though whether it was to have it or to have it be taken from her, he didn’t know.

As the fur started flowing down her legs – and her hands started wrenching bits of cushion out of the sofa – he lifted her legs up high. The additional tightness of having her legs together and pointed up was a nice bonus, but that wasn’t the only reason he had moved them. The feeling of the fur spreading up her thighs, passing around his fingers there, was also lovely, but he had something else in mind.

He grinned as her legs began shifting before his eyes, her body losing more and more of its humanity. Her knees started pulling up higher along her thighs than before, and he knew that soon she wouldn’t be able to walk like a lady. No, she would walk like a predator, like an animal, and she would have a tail that wouldn’t cover a damn thing.

The fur advanced further and further, bringing muscle and thickness to complement her curves. It spread further and further, climbing up her legs to the point where it could reach her ankles, and that was when the major transformation of her body began.

It was subtle, at first, but as her feet changed to true paws, there was soon no denying that her humanity was gone. The heel seemed to flow up and back, the ankle shifting position to be higher up in the leg than it had been before. He loved the feeling of it melting up the leg, leaving cracking sounds and yelps of pain from the tigress as it happened. Despite his best intentions, his hips twitched, driving his cock in and out of the ‘duchess’ beneath him.

All of his annoyances rose to the fore, all the reminders of the troubles he’d gotten her out of, all the faux pas that she had committed while he’d been trying to teach her. And what did he deal with? A drunk that didn’t know her place, a thrall that thought herself better.

[i]Well, who’s the one in charge now?[/i]

He stroked one hand along the underside of her transforming paws, feeling the flesh shift to pads as the transformation came over her further and further. The soft budding feeling of them pressing through the flesh, transforming it to become softer and more gripping than standard skin, left him chuckling. He dragged his claws over them, watching them twitch and shy away from the sharp point, but he pulled them back, forcing her to stay close.

The tigress whimpered under him as he dragged his claws all the way up her thickening sole, watching as they grew wider at the same time as they got shorter. They would be big, almost fat paws, as was the wont of any tiger in the wild. The idea that she would keep them slender was ridiculous; she always thought that she would maintain all her standards of beauty in the wild form, and she never believed him when he told her otherwise.

As her toes thickened and curled, he saw the beginnings of her claws coming in, and prudently pulled his head back. The last thing he needed was a kick in the face if she started losing control, and from all the muscle he could feel growing into her legs, a kick from her now would send him back at least a few steps, if not all the way across the room.

The moonlight flickering over them showed them as monsters, as beasts, but one of them was still in charge of their faculties. Him. Khristina…He shook his head as he watched her squirm, her body writhing back and forth in a vain attempt to get rid of the pain of the transformation. She whimpered for his help, but he didn’t bother giving any more than he already had. Besides, there was no way for one to lessen the pain from outside. They could only be supportive as another rode through it.

Not to mention that the thrall’s cunt more than made up for her attitude. The clenching and twisting sensations inside of the duchess left him groaning and panting as they distracted him from the visual transformation. She felt tighter by the second as her body morphed away her previous experiences, restoring herself to a tighter, less ‘used’ form of itself.

He thrust in and out, letting her legs fall to the sides again, and the tigress pushed her hips back to meet him. Her face was still undergoing the last of its transformation, the blood from her teeth blending into the thicker fur along her chin. He grinned, almost wanting to taste it, but no. He was in control. He was totally in control.

Instead, he reached down and squeezed one of her breasts as it continued to grow, almost trying to encourage it to get as big as possible. He remembered, deep in his past, that his mother seemed to be able to draw greater size out of a female as she changed, but he didn’t know if that was his memory playing tricks or if the old queen had known a trick that he hadn’t. Regardless, it was still a fun idea.

And she was growing enough that it gave the illusion of such control. Squeezing and teasing the growing globe of flesh and fur under his hands, he felt them getting bigger and bigger, swelling until his fingers could no longer close around them. The jaguar smirked as they fell over her chest, bouncing with each of his thrusts, big and round and just…slutty looking.

That was what bothered him most about Khristina, he supposed. There was no pride, no measure of wonder that showed her as being better than the humans around her. All she did was indulge, and not in the right way. After all, he had done the same before, but he had always kept his pride, always kept the knowledge that others were beneath him. Her?

He snorted as she grabbed for one of the vodka bottles, and slapped it out of her hand. The bottles would have been as good a partner as him, in her mind, and that was not to be tolerated.

“You will focus on me, Khristina. I am the one you have to please. Not them.”

She growled, the sound becoming more feline by the second, but he leaned in and growled in return. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, exposing her throat for a few seconds. He let her think that she might be bitten, then finally pulled back to watch the last bits of the transformation.

Her legs and arms were filled out completely, muscled as well as slender. Every thrust in let her legs slap against his chest, and he could feel how solid they were, how wiry. The slightest kick would probably knock a human being out, and do a fair bit of damage to him. She was powerful, but dumb.

[i]And that is my saving grace, I guess.[/i]

He felt something soft wriggling out under his sac, and he grinned. Reaching down, he grabbed the growing tail and tugged it, using it to pull Khristina harder and harder against his cock, impaling her again and again. She shivered and gasped, her body rocked back and forth by the pleasure, but she barely seemed to acknowledge that it was happening.

Pleasure and pain were mixed on her face, the latter slowly fading to be replaced by the former, but fighting for every step of the way. Her body was much bigger, and even with his own transformation, she was still a little bit bigger than him. Not by much, but enough to make the muscles even more apparent. Her muzzle slowly pushed out of her face, her ears rising up the sides of her head to the proper place.

Something seized him, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips hungrily to hers. She grabbed him, holding him down as he ground inside of her, her pussy squeezing down on him with as much hunger as her tongue explored his mouth. The feeling of her rough tongue rubbing against his left him purring, and he smiled to himself.

The transformation finally completed for both of them, his clothes in a ripped state while hers were in shreds all over the floor. He could feel her juices soaking into his cock, and realized that an orgasm had occurred while he’d been buried inside of her. Hers, rather than his, from the smell of it.

“You are wanton, Khristina. How could someone like you be a duchess?”

“Birth. How else do you get it?”

He chuckled at her answer. It was true enough. It just went to show that the blood of power didn’t keep its authority and merit through the generations.

The smell of meat caught the tigress’ attention, and Ray had precisely a second to pull out before she leaped from the couch. He managed it, though he saw deep scratches in the cushion where he’d been squatting just a moment ago. Even half a second slower, and his thighs would be marked rather than the furniture.

The idea of that sent a shiver down his spine.

He turned his head to watch as Khristina ripped the spit right out of the fire, leaning down on hands and knees to eat. Her body was already following its instincts, and he had to admit to his own hunger. The transformation was always something that used up energy, and he’d known that both of them would be near-starved for nourishment afterwards, due to the lack of a hearty dinner. At least, in his case. Khristina still had a part of a peasant in her belly, he was half-sure.

Dismissing his wish that she had shared, he looked over her body, and couldn’t help but smile again. The sight of her, naked and dripping from her pussy, filled him with more urges than usual. Perhaps it was the idea of copulating with something that was less than him again, or perhaps it was the fact that a thrall was his to use, much like his slaves back in the old times. Whatever it was, his shaft refused to go down, and started to drip over the couch as he watched the tigress eat.

Her bestial nature was something that simply couldn’t be ignored. She was not right for a true were such as himself, but she could easily be used as a pleasant diversion from one’s loneliness. And while her pussy had been massively stretched during their pleasured transformation – or at least, his – there was another hole that he could use, one that many would complain about due to his feline nature.

But she wouldn’t.

He stood up and walked up behind the duchess, his hand resting on her hip. She didn’t even look up from the meat, still stuffing her face dumbly. He shook his head at her ignorance, and grasped at his cock, running his hand down it.

The feeling of it in this form was so much better than what filled his hands – or rather, didn’t – in his human form. In feline form, he could show how manly he was, and nobody could doubt it. In this form, no one would have any doubt of just how much he had to offer. He ran his hand down the ten inches that he had, thumbing the barbs at the tip and purring softly at the feeling of them folding up and then folding down with the soft stimulation.

His hand, however, was not his target. He pressed the tip down, sliding it just underneath the tigress’ tail. He felt her rim pucker against him, and she paused as he lingered over his target. Still, she didn’t look up.

[i]Good. You know your place.[/i]

At least, that was what he hoped. There was every chance that Khristina would be stupid enough to yowl and fight him, possibly injuring the both of them, but he was too horny to care. Besides, he was willing to risk the chance that she was too distracted by the meat to really care about what was happening to the rest of her body.

He pulled her tail up for a good view, running his cock between her white and orange striped ass cheeks. They squeezed around his cock, soaking up some of the pussy juice she’d soaked him in, and even seemed to guide his cock right to its destination. He rubbed the barbed head against her hole a few times before pointing it right towards the center. Gripping her hips, he settled himself in, making sure that his aim was right, before thrusting forward, hard.

The tigress yelped, but it was muffled by the mouthful of meat that she had. Ray barely heard it, more absorbed in his own pleasure as he felt her ass squeezing down around him, rubbing and squeezing and teasing him with its hotness. Her rim tightened down around his shaft like a mouth that was desperately trying to cut his shaft in two, but the tightness only made him harder, only made him more eager.

He pulled back to the head, and slammed in again, deeper. The tigress slipped in the grease on the floor, nearly falling face-first into her meal, but she couldn’t squirm away. Her ass pushed up higher, and he took advantage, starting to rut her as was proper for a male on a female. She squirmed and yowled, but again, her head was down, her lips against the roasted meat. She could only just be heard.

Ray panted as that hole seemed to suck him right into her, pulling at his cock and making it so hard to pull out again. He growled, grinning to himself as his claws sunk through her fur, hooking into her hips as he dragged her back and forth along his cock, using her as she was meant to be used. Every tug pulled him a bit closer to orgasm, and he could feel her already starting to loosen up for him.

Despite her yowled, she still felt wet every time that he hilted with her, her pussy drenching his balls with her juices. He grinned to himself at the sensation, knowing that she couldn’t hold back for much longer. The feline needed this, just as badly as he needed it.

He looked past her shoulder, and saw that she had gone back to stuffing her face, suppressing little grunts and groans as he filled her again and again. She panted, squirming under him, but he only smiled.

“Maybe this time, thrall, you’ll remember where you belong. Not at the top of the heap, but under your betters. Rule the humans, if you can, but know that you’re always going to be one less than someone like me.”

She didn’t answer, but he imagined that her ass tightened around his cock. It could have been anything, but he chose to believe that she was enjoying the use.

No matter what he said, though, he knew that she wouldn’t remember it by the time that she transformed back. The vodka-soaked duchess never did. It was a moment of fun, only to be lost when the alcohol that held it was flushed from the system. It was a wonder that she even remembered that she was one of them, at times.

He was about to start using her tail as a lever for better thrusts when she reached her hand back. Thinking it was some sort of slash, he ducked back, almost sliding out of her, before he noticed what it really was.

She’d handed him part of the meat, shockingly enough. He stared at it for a second, and then smiled, taking it and biting off a large chunk.

“That’s better, girl. That’s better.”

She mewled under him, not ready to speak yet, though that might have been from the large mouthful of food that she had going on, as well. The tigress pushed back against him, too, which told him all he needed to know.

As he thrust in and out, in and out, she fed him meat, passing him food anytime that she wasn’t stuffing her own face. Ray was more than happy to accept, particularly as his stomach was threatening to overcome his libido at that point. The jaguar leaned over her, panting and growling as he fucked her ass, stretching her, taking her as she continued to drip her juices down to the floor.

There was no longer any question of whether she was enjoying it or not. Between her grunts and her bestial eating, he could hear her purring, and her pussy was too wet to be faked. She wanted it. And she needed it.

He was happy to give it.

Growling with his own need, he humped her harder, faster, his balls clapping wetly against her pussy with every thrust. Her ass squeezed down on him welcomingly, keeping him enticed and interested as he filled her. His own pre splashed around, making each thrust lewd, wet, and fast, letting him keep up a fast pace.

Soon, he was leaning over her, swallowing the food that she passed up to him with abandon. His chin dripped with grease, and he bit down on anything that came near, whether it was cooked meat, her fingers, or her neck.

It didn’t take long for him to sink his teeth into the back of her neck, and hold tight as his thrusts went from deep, hard ones to fast, shallow thrusts. He panted through his nose, hot air blowing over the tigress’ neck and ears, and she pushed back as eagerly as before.

It pushed him over the edge faster than he would have liked, but he came hard enough to spill his seed deep inside of her and nearly push his cock right back out. He pulled her back against him, holding himself hilted for as long as he could. Khristina panted under him, whimpering when she wasn’t finishing off the last of the beef, and then gnawing on a bone to get the last of the juices off.

He slowly pulled out of her, dragging his cock past her rim with all the care of a man finished with his favorite toy. The jaguar wiped his cock off against her ass, smearing her juices and his against her fur, and slowly sat down.

Then, and only then, did he see that she’d somehow jammed one of the vodka bottles inside of her pussy, taking it all the way up to the base to the point that the glass container had almost disappeared. Ray reached for it, but she shifted her position just enough –

SLURP.

And then it was gone. The jaguar sighed, shaking his head a couple of times before looking her in the eye.

“You couldn’t just leave it be, could you?”

“Hic. Sorry. I just needed a little more…”

“Yeah. Well, your ‘little more’ is about to become a lot more. A lot more messy.”

“What –”

He grabbed her by the legs and yanked her into a handstand, her feet in the air and legs spread. He rested her ankles on the top of the mantle, not too concerned as the fire was dying and she wasn’t [i]quite[/i] drunk enough to forget to keep herself up.

Then again, this was the woman that had just swallowed a vodka bottle into her womb, so there were no guarantees.

He ran his fingers over her pussy a few times, testing with two, then four fingers. She should be loose enough. She looked up at him, looking confused.

“Ray?”

“You’re transformed right now, so you probably don’t feel it too much. But if this is still inside when you change back, were or no were, you’re going to be in trouble.”

“Awww, but I – hic – like it…It feels warm and nice…”

“Well, you’ll just have to settle for a fist, then.”

[i]Trust you to turn this into a chore, Khristina.[/i] He grumbled under his breath as he pushed his fist into her giving sex, feeling her squirming but not complaining as he started fumbling deeper and deeper inside of her.

“How far did that thing get…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]