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[center][b]Lioness to Tigress 2[/b][/center]

Tigress, as Jessica was now called by her mistress, had lived a rather checkered life. An abusive father, some drug use, prostitution, and not a lot of good in between. Until she'd met the woman who became her owner. She had been a pet for just over a year, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to her, the best decision she had ever made. It hadn't taken a whole lot of adjustment, to be honest. As a whore, she'd been taking cock on a daily basis just to get by. She still did, only it wasn't human cock she was taking. Randall, her fellow pet, was a real life, honest to god Bengal tiger.

She'd been suckered into the first time, though well paid for the job. Jessica had found rather quickly that she enjoyed it. When given the opportunity to stay on and act as his mate, she had jumped right on board. She hadn't expected the changes that she would be put through, but she didn't exactly protest them either. The first one had been tatooing, her entire body covered head to toe in patterns that made her look the part, including cute pink pads on feet and hands, toes and fingers. Next, she was implanted with whiskers, little metal plugs in her beside her nose with long plastic strands that waved in the air. Then came the dental work, filing her teeth to sharp points. Lastly was a tail, a flexible prosthetic that was attached to her rear end and waved behind her as she walked around on all fours.

Those had taken place over the course of six months, and now she was about to undergo yet another change, though not one quite so drastic. She was going to, essentially, be put into heat. Her mistress (she had never learned the woman's real name) had purchased some tiger eggs, fertile and ready to be implanted. The tigress was about to become the mother of a litter of kittens. Motherhood was not something she had ever contemplated, but the thought turned her on something fierce these days. Knowing that her mate's seed wouldn't just be going to waste any more, that it would be knocking her up, making her pregnant, making little lives inside her, was probably the most arousing thing she had ever thought about.

Before she got preggers, though, her mistress wanted to give her a little bit of decoration, and Jessica's arousal was only spiked by that. She knelt on the examination table at the rear of the mansion, the metal cold beneath her, as she waited, her pussy was already dripping, both with her own juices and with the leavings of Randall's earlier ardor. Her owner was meanwhile sterilizing a piercing gun while she watched. Three seamless silver rings lay on the tray beside the examination table, waiting to become part of her. If the room hadn't been warm enough to warrant her mistress's complete lack of clothing, Jessica might have shivered with anticipation.

When the older woman finally came over, she did shiver, letting out a soft moan of longing. Her mistress dipped a cotton ball in alcohol and wiped it slowly over her left nipple, the nub hardening swiftly. Jessica let out a soft gasp when long fingernails pinched it between them, tugging on it, elongating it. Then came the clamp of the piercing gun, pressing to either side, flattening it slightly, a sharp hiss of escaping air, a sharp pain from the piercing needle, then it was released. More alcohol was applied to clean the spot and wipe away the few droplets of blood that leaked out, then it was spun and sealed.

Jessica heard a soft jingling and looked at her chest. From the ring dangled a few inches of silver chain with a bell on the end. She gave her mistress an inquisitive glance and received only a wink and a smile in return. Jessica returned it with a feral grin, displaying her sharpened teeth happily. [i]That[/i] was going to make things interesting. Her other nipple was pierced in the same manner. Then came her clit.

Her owner took a little bit more time with that one. First, fingers spread the transformed tigress's labia, allowing long nails to pinch her sensitive bud. They stroked it, not quite squeezing hard enough to hurt, rubbing her hood over the bundle of nerves inside. Then fingers switched to thumbs, spreading her while her mistress used her tongue and lips, flicking against her erecting nubbin and clasping around it to suckle. It went back to stroking after a few minutes, a finger grinding hard against her as she humped backwards, then more licking and suckling, then more rubbing. She was just on the verge of her first clitoral orgasm when the piercing gun clamped around the peeking tip of her clit and shot pain through her.

She screamed as she rocketed over the edge, quivering atop the table as her walls grasped at the emptiness inside them. What she wouldn't have given for Randall to be atop her at that moment, though she wasn't exactly empty for long. A thin rod was pressed into her. Its tilted tip dragged against her tunnel walls as it pressed deeper before finding its target. There was a pinch of pain as it passed through her cervix, then she felt cool liquid flowing into her womb. Those were the eggs, she knew, being injected into her. She was going to be a mommy!

Afterward, she climbed down from the table and followed her owner on all fours back to the set of rooms that she and Randall occupied. They had two smaller rooms at the back of the house near the veterinary area, where they could sleep and eat, but it also adjoined a large pen behind the house, where they spent most of their time. While it was open air, they lived in Southern California, so it never really got cold enough for her to worry about it, though there were some chill days in the late winter where she stayed inside.

Randall was waiting for her and seemed to sense the change in her. He could tell she was in heat for real this time. His eyes, as he watched her approach him, were possessive as never before, and he licked his chops hungrily. After a year and two months with him, she didn't need to be sprayed with tigress urine for him to mount her. He had realized rather quickly that she was always ready to go, unlike a “proper" mate would have been. He had taken every advantage of her, and she had loved every second of it, but now he could sense the change.

He padded over to her, silent except for the swish of the grass as he stepped through it and a low, rumbling purr, to rub his cheek to hers and lick her with his rough tongue. She purred back as best she could, lipping his cheek fur in mimicry. Then he snuffled along her body, his hot breaths sending shivers of anticipation as he slowly worked towards her hindquarters. A low growl sounded when he reached her pussy and he slowly swung himself around behind her. She could already see the tip of his cock coming free of his sheath and shivered again at the thought of his barbs raking through her.

His coarse tongue scrubbed against her nether lips, slurping the bell that dangled from her clit ring into his mouth. He made a confused sound, sucking on it momentarily and tugging at her bud, before spitting it out. He didn't waste any more time on licking, though. Jessica let out a long moan as she felt him stepping over her, his dangling stomach fur stroking over her back in silken waves that caressed her tattooed skin. He leaned his head down to lick at the back of her neck before beginning, and she hung her own to expose it to his affections, letting him taste her, lap up her sweat, always with that tinge of fear that he might want more than just a taste one day.

She wasn't in the mood for much foreplay either, though, and let out a soft hiss of displeasure as she began rocking back and forth beneath him, humping against the sharp, boned, spined shaft that hung between his legs. He got the point. More accurately, he gave [i]her[/i] the point, jabbing himself forward in one swift, sure stroke. He'd had a lot of practice, after all. Jessica's head came up in a soft cry as he began thrusting, those tiny spines that decorated his cocktip stroking against her insides and stimulating her quickly towards orgasm.

He always took five to ten minutes, depending on how long it had been since his last cum, but Jessica took less than two. He let out a soft roar, opening his mouth wide and hissing down at her as she clamped around him, slowing his progress slightly as she squeezed around his cock, but she could feel it jump and flex inside her. He was enjoying it as much as she was, and he knew as well as she did that he was going to be breeding her when he did finally fill her. The tigress came again almost immediately from [i]that[/i] thought. She milked and squeezed him, rippled of contractions running from tunnel to uterus as she tried to draw out his life-giving spunk.

He seemed determined to do things right, though, and just kept on plowing her. Their mistress watched on from a short distance away, for once not playing with herself, only watching with a small, satisfied smile, intense green eyes focused on Jessica rather than on the place where the human and feline coupled. The tigress suddenly realized that her owner had once been in the same position, even if she hadn't looked quite the same. Jessica's mistress was watching her actual [i]son[/i] breeding his mate. Jessica came again, even harder.

That one was too much for Randall. He let out a loud roar, pressing his warm, furred hips flush to his mates, burying himself as deeply as he could as his shaft jumped, shooting string after string of seed into her. Perhaps twenty seconds at most, then he leapt off of her, as always, extending the girl's orgasm with the rake of his barbs exiting her tunnel. She remained kneeling on hands and knees, shivering and shuddering, sucking his semen deeper inside, pulling it into her womb, feeding it to the eggs that awaited within and would soon become kittens.

Before she finished, he was on her again. And she knew it was going to be a rough few days. She wasn't going to complain in the slightest.

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