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By The Tail

The taint of bitter cold tightened its grip on your lungs, your heart rate began to pick up and your muscles tightened as you took your seat towards the middle of the class. It was just like what you'd heard and see in all those nature documentaries as a kid: the film crew camping in the middle of the Serengeti in the dead of night, all the while a dozen pairs of lowing eyes watching from all sides, with the low rumble of growls reverberating in the distance. The cold of the plastic seat only amplified the feeling as the middle-aged anthro-otter teacher's words barely hit your consciousness. It was the same old familiar feeling you had had since you arrived at this strange place.

You were the only human in the class.

All eyes were on you.

It had only been six months since schools throughout the country had become integrated under the Anthro Inclusion Act. The act had been debated for ages in congress and had finally passed with the help of popular support with the help of celebrities like Enya, the fiery anthro-wolf supermodel whose picture you had seen in many a popular (and more than a few risqué) magazines, some of which you owned. Not that you exactly had a preference (or “Fetish" as some of your schoolmates had called it) towards anthros in general, there was no denying that she was as stunning as any human model might have been.

While the act had drawn up more than its fair share of resistance from the dregs of society who insisted on the superiority of humans, your school district had been one of the first to fall in line with the new law and re-structure the makeup of the schools in the area. Unfortunately, by the luck of the draw, your home lay closest to a historically anthro school, whose reputation, while not exactly bad by any means, had not been held in high esteem amongst the human population in the area. Ever the optimist, you had tried to convince yourself the school had gotten that reputation from petty racism alone. You believed you were someone who was easy to talk to, and, despite being away from most of your old friends, you figured you could fit in just as easily in this environment. Well, at least maybe after a few weeks of getting settled in…

It hadn't taken long for an unfortunate truth to sink in…humans and anthros were more similar than you thought, they both shared the same flaws. There were cliques everywhere, and not just made up of those with similar interests and social statuses, but species as well. As one of just 35 humans in a school of almost 1,200, the isolation was almost overwhelming as you constantly felt like the odd person out. Even striking up a conversation with someone else was almost impossible in the first month you were there. It had taken three weeks of trying to persuade even the Anime club to consider taking a chance on you. Thank goodness there were a few easy-going anthros in high places in that club, anthros that had eventually accepted you and whom you could now almost call good friends.

Two of them, a male anthro wolf and a white-tailed doe sat next to you in homeroom and the thought of your friendship was a beacon in the dark of your psyche that made most days at least bearable. But the source of the nagging dread that made your skin crawl was sitting five rows behind you, lurking like a huntress sizing up her prey. You had never spoken to her, or even knew her name, but she always seemed to be somewhere in your field of vision no matter where you went. The athletic fields, the halls, gym class, the dining hall, it seemed you couldn't go thirty seconds without catching a glimpse of her, not that it was hard given her immense size. She was an anthro-white tiger, who seemed to tower over everyone else and barely fit into the small desk she occupied behind you, but the feature that gave you the most unease was her eyes, those big, blue-green slitted orbs that seemed to pierce right into your very soul. Worse yet, they always seemed to be focused on you every time you caught her in your sight, and remained there no matter how many times you looked away and then looked back. Yet at the same time, there was something intoxicating about them, mesmerizing, and, dare you think it… inviting? Something about them compelled you to look back no matter how uneasy they made you feel.

The whispers of your paranoia were becoming louder by the day, telling you that she was sizing you up for something. Unfortunately, your optimism threw a veil of denial over your rational mind as you tried to fool yourself about it, pretending you didn't know what that something was.

Even back at your old school, you had been labeled as a “nerd" for your passion for things like anime, cross-country running, and old-school rock music and your indifference towards traditional sports, pop music, reality TV, and all other things popular. Though you thanked the stars that being a “nerd" was much more socially acceptable these days, and that these interests had made you some life-long friends, you knew that people loved to count their blessings as they labeled others as “weirdos".

This school was no exception.

Though you had tried to block out those horrible memories from long ago, you knew that look anywhere. She was studying you for weaknesses, waiting for the right moment to strike and make sure that your time at this school was unbearable.

Declaring your status as a “nerd" made you stand out like a sore thumb and being human put an even bigger target on your back, fodder for an onslaught of ridicule from those who didn't understand. You were as different as they came, and you already knew from experience that there were plenty at that school who were happy to show you just how dangerous it was to be different. You slunk back in your chair, trying to bury yourself in your notebook as the teacher's lecture continued.

Three months of this. Three months of near-constant fear. You had no idea how long you could keep this up.

———

Several hours later, some relief finally came.

The aching pain from the tension in your stomach never hurt so good as you wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes. The anime club had just spent an all-too-short hour watching its newest show of interest: a wacky magical-girl parody that was gaining popularity quickly on both sides of the ocean. While it did contain some decidedly ecchi moments that had earned the chagrin of the club's faculty sponsor, the show had a little bit of humor for everyone, human and anthro, and was decidedly a big hit among everyone in the club.

Sadly, the high of the show was short-lived as the rude klaxon that was the school bell signaled the end of the free period and the beginning of the last class block of the day. Only 45 minutes more of class, then track practice, and the day would finally be over. A long sigh escaped your lips as you joined the queue headed out of the media room. For some reason, your mind always returned to that piercing gaze that seemed to follow you everywhere you went.

“You ok?" asked the female doe.

“Huh? Oh…yeah Astrid, I'm fine…" you replied half-heartedly.

“Come on, you zoned out like that at least five times during the show. You've never zoned out in anime club before. What's bugging you?"

“I…okay, you know that white tiger girl who sits behind us in Mr. Logherain's class?"

“Yeah…" Astrid started, her voice breaking and pupils constricting.

Your nerves began to ramp up as you realized you had struck a chord.

“Do you know who she is? I feel like she's stalking me or something. I like, see her from afar everywhere I go."

“That's…" Astrid started, her voice trailing off and her ears pinning back against her head as if the truth were too painful to reveal.

“That's Yara. I've never met her but she's always hanging around with the punk crowd, like she's the leader of their gang or…queen bee or something," Wyatt cut in, his hands slipping through his fluffy tail with anxiety.

“I think she was in a gang back in freshman year, but apparently they got busted turning over ATM machines and shoplifting. She was expelled for like a year before they allowed her back."

“Does she…like have a grudge against humans or something?" You asked, dread slowly seeping into your mind like an oil slick.

“I dunno, but a lot of the stores they hit were human-owned. I heard one store clerk pissed her off one time, so she mauled the guy so bad, he almost bled out. He needed like 10 pints of blood when they took him to the hospital."

Your brow furrowed in thought as you you tried to purge the fear from your mind, trying to change gears and concentrate-

“Hey, nerd!" came a high-pitched, knife-like voice from behind.

Crap, why now?

Slowly, frustration overruled your better judgment and you craned your neck around to face the familiar voice of your detractor.

A second later, you wished you hadn't looked as you realized it wasn't just one but three you would have to deal with.

Rey, Davina and Brynn.

A wall of leather jackets, ripped band tees, bullet-belt bracelets, piercings and raccoon eye-liner met your eyes as a trio consisting of an anthro panther, a hyena and a wolverine set their sights on you. Their body language exuded confidence and focus, but there as also a rubbery quality about the way they moved, as if they were trying to be lackadaisical, relaxed and aloof while remaining focused at the same time. Your mind couldn't make heads or tails of it, they didn't seem real to you.

Your conscious mind returned with a jolt and you cursed you luck at being in the wrong place at the wrong time. More than that, you cursed yourself for having caught the interest of the type of girls who took pleasure at your discomfort and seemed drunk on it as they always came back for more. You knew the popular girls ridiculed you as well, but at least they had the good sense to just treat you with indifference, with exclusion. There was a time not so long ago where you had thought indifference was the worst thing a person could give to another…that was before you met these three.

Your mind began to race as it searched frantically for any kind of solution and you finally decided to just keep on walking, pretending you hadn't heard them. Just ignore them, that was what you were supposed to do, right?

The terrible trio of sauntered over towards you from down the long hallway, a detached, nonchalant, yet predatory look in their eyes as they fixated on you. Before you could increase your pace, they encircled you, corralling you back towards the wall of lockers behind you.

“What's up, human boy? The pedophile club let out again?" asked Rey, her voice laced with a hint of sweet venom as she stuck her long muzzle uncomfortably close to you.

“Ooh, fur-less boy gets hard from watching 10-year old girls!" taunted Brynn.

“Virgin probably doesn't even know what a boner is. Prolly calls it his 'happy time' right?" Added Davina, as if it was her turn, her white fangs glistening against the jet-black fur of her mouth as she flashed you a toothy grin.

Using as much will-power as you could muster, you turned away and remained silent. As much as you wanted to come back at them, you couldn't forget you were a representative of a minority species at this school. The last thing you needed was to become the bad guy by saying something you might regret, or worse, giving them more ammunition to make fun of you.

“Maybe he just hasn't see the right rack yet, eh girls? Whadda ya think, nerd? Wanna good look at a real lady?" Rey said, pushing her breasts together and swaying side to side giving you a full view of her yellow and black spotted cleavage.

The high-pitched laugh common to her species left her mouth as well as she chortled at your brief fixation on her assets.

Damn your eyes.

You couldn't deny that she was fairly well-endowed and overall attractive for an anthro hyena, but any attraction was rudely shoved to the back of your mind as embarrassment and frustration began to fester inside of you, building from an ember into a healthy flame.

Being ridiculed over a silly animated show was one thing, but being bullied over your sexuality crossed a line in your mind. You were painfully aware that losing your virginity was a rite of passage in high school, one that enabled you to reach a new rung on the social ladder. All you had to do was find a willing partner, seal the deal and you were in.

But your parents had instilled in you a deep respect for females of all species, and, though you didn't exactly want to hold on to your virginity, the act of sex for its own sake seemed fake and wrong. It dumbed the opposite sex down to the level of objects, and, you knew that was a label no-one wanted. It was essentially how you were being treated now, as an object, an awkward toy meant to be milked for laughs. It was part of what stoked your fear of this place. You wouldn't wish it on anyone, even the ones bullying you now.

But there was no way you were going to tell these three punks. Your attitude about sex was none of their damn business, and you wanted desperately to tell them off for it. As your frustration reached its flashpoint, a flame flickered past the firewall of your self-control and escaped your lips.

“Well, I don't see any around here, so I got no idea what you're talking about," you said with a scoff, looking her directly in her yellow speckled eyes.

Her jaw hung open in surprise as you lightly shoved your way past the spotted hyena and towards the corridor. For a moment, you couldn't help but silently marvel at your verbal prowess. It wasn't very often you got the last word, much less came up with a successful comeback. Sadly, the feeling was all too brief as a clawed hand clamped down on your shoulder like a vice.

“The hell did you say, ya little shit-stain?!" Rey growled, spinning you around and grabbing you by the collar, pinning you up against a row of lockers.

“Ohhh shit, fur-less got some balls after all?!" Davina laughed in a low voice, betraying her perverse pleasure at her friend's misfortune.

“I said-“ you started to say as the cold metal pressed harder against your back as Rey continued to firmly sandwich you between herself and the lockers, a threatening growl rumbling in her throat.

“I dare you to say that again, human…" Rey said in a low voice as she reached into her jacket pocket. Her hand remained in her pocket for a moment, but your heart sank as you thought you glimpsed the shine of a ridged metal object as she wrapped her long, clawed fingers around it, pulling them into a fist.

“You don't think I'm pretty cos I'm an anthro? Well guess what, you just became my bitch. Unless you want to see how pretty you look when I'm done with-"

“What's going on here?" A deep, raspy voice boomed from the other end of the hallway, stunning all it's occupants into silence.

Part of you hoped it was the authoritative boom of one of the teachers coming to your rescue and calling an end to this unfortunate encounter. Sadly, that hope was dashed underfoot a split second later as your mind grasped on to something hauntingly familiar about the voice, even though you had never heard it.

“Yara, this fucker called me a cheap whore!" Rey whined, turning her head the other way down the corridor towards the source of the voice.

As your eyes followed hers, an icy blast hit your lungs as the name registered in your mind and you wished to God you hadn't looked. The first thing your eyes landed on was a pair of piercing blue-green eyes with slit pupils.

The same eyes that had haunted you since first coming to this God-forsaken school.

As you ran down the rest of her, it took all of your self control to prevent your bottom lip from shaking in fear.

It was as if you were looking at a 7-foot tall wall of muscle trapped under a glistening layer of white fur with jagged black stripes.

You had heard of arms being called “meat-hooks" before, and though not quite built like a body-builder, you reckoned Yara's broad shoulders and chiseled had biceps had enough heft that they could hold at least three of you…in each arm…

Her thighs looked as thick as your entire torso, complemented by bulging calf muscles and digitigrade feet that gave her the air of a powerful 100-meter sprinter. Her fine ivory-white fur was not enough to hide the brick wall that was her mid-section, each muscle looked painstakingly toned and defined without a shred of excess weight. Yet, she seemed suprisingly well-endowed as her firm bust protruded from her chest, hidden only by a black crop-top that ended just below her breasts and a scarlet-red leather jacket. You also couldn't help but notice the curves of her form that lay beneath her daisy-duke shorts.

For a brief moment, you found yourself fixating on these particular features, the and the juxtaspostion of decidedly feminine attributes with her somewhat masculine physique held a strange appeal to you. However, your fear forced its way back to the forefront of your mind, as the deafening march of her knee-high combat boots against the tile floor reminded you of the impending doom that lay before you. A hard scowl lay on her face as she strutted down the hall, every step oozing gravitas and authority.

She looked like a force of nature, like the proud feral tigers of africa from which her species descended; someone whom no-one dared cross and expect to live to regret their mistake.

Yet it seemed like she had a subtle way of stoking your fears even more as a moment of recognition passed between you and a hungry grin slithered onto her lips, as if she had been waiting for this moment to come.

Suddenly, your concentration was broken as, with a jerk, the spotted hyena released you, turning toward the taller white tiger.

“What'd you say to her?" growled Yara as she loomed menacingly over your shorter frame.

You might have found the words to answer her, if your self-preservation had not been screaming at you to remain silent. Your mouth had gotten you into enough trouble already and there was no way you were going to compound it with an attempt to set the record straight. You were sure it would fall on deaf ears anyway.

“Yara, the human said he wanted to come over to my house and fuck my sister!" Rey lied.

“Yeah, he's in the anime club, he likes little girls, doesn't he?" echoed Brynn.

“Really…" Yara hummed, raising an eyebrow as her grin widened.

“Wha-?" You tried to get out as your eyes darted frantically back and forth from Rey to Yara, desperately looking for some defense, some excuse to exonerate you from the bald-faced lies that threatened to doom you.

“You got balls, kid," Yara scoffed as she bent down, shoving her face inches from yours to look right in your eyes.

All the air was instantly sucked from your lungs as you felt her hot breath wash over your face, a subtle hint of cigarette smoke assaulting your nostrils as her gaze hardened.

“No one talks shit like that to my friends. No. One. You hear me, chump!?" She barked, each word emphasized for maximum effect.

The icy pall of fear was gripping every inch of your body and you desperately struggled to maintain your self control as your bladder became weaker by the second. The last thing you wanted was the embarrassment of losing it in front of your accusers, you would never be able to look yourself in the mirror again.

However, it was a battle you would have surely lost if the towering white tigress had not looked away for a moment to her left and her right. You followed her gaze and noticed a growing crowd of both human and anthro onlookers, their eyes as wide as saucers. There was a looming sense of horror and morbid anticipation filling the hallway and it seemed to eat away at Yara's resolve.

After a beat, she backed away, seemingly having second thoughts about ending you right then and there. You involuntarily took in a big breath of air as the space between you opened again. However, her blue-green orbs remained fixed on yours and her booming voice caught your full attention again.

“6:00, in the back gym, we're going to finish this conversation. Come alone. You don't show up, your ass is mine, got it?"

You remained silent, the pall of fear returning with a vengeance at the knowledge that now you had to wait around a few hours for your end.

“Oh damn, we get to see her kick some human ass! I might just-“ Rey started to sneer before being interrupted by a sharp snarl from Yara.

“Shut the fuck up! No witnesses. This punk is mine."

“Yara, what the fu-" the hyena protested

“Did I stutter?! I said no witnesses!" The tigress thundered back, shoving Rey firmly with a huge white-padded hand.

A sudden commotion drew your attention away from the group, as the looming form of two female teachers appeared at the end of the corridor, and your group of attackers dispersed with disappointed scoffs.

Yara turned to follow, but a split second later, something seemed to stop her in her tracks and she glanced back at you, taking in each of your facial features and flaring her feline nose for a moment as she took in your scent. You thought you imagined it, but for a split second, her brow seemed to furrow, as if something in your fearful body language rubbed her the wrong way. Or, dare you think it, disturbed her? She leaned in from on high once more, as if to whisper in your ear.

“Now, you're not going to tell them about our little date, are you?" she asked, her voice strangely less commanding this time, yet still laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Your inner pride screamed not to acknowledge her, the last thing you wanted to do was submit to her at this point. However, your fear overrode your better judgment yet again, and, with a a hard look on your face, you subtly shook your head.

“Good. See you later…cutie."

The last word sent your mind into a flurry of confusion as the wall of muscle strode away from you down the corridor. The prospect of facing her in the back gym or meeting your end some other day was bad enough, but now she had to twist the proverbial knife in again by playing with your feelings!?

But something about the setup didn't make sense, if she had truly wanted to humilate you; put you in your place, surely she'd want others to see it to make a statement to the rest of the school and people, or rather humans like you. Why did she want you all to herself? Some warped kind of satisfaction in doing the job herself, or worse, some perverse kind of sadistic attraction?

Damn your inquisitive nature. You had always been attracted to the allure of puzzles and problem-solving. It was an insatiable desire that drew you in every time, no matter what the risks. Though it went against all better judgment, you resolved you would be in the back gym at six o clock to meet whatever awaited you.

——————

Later…

The halls leading to the gymnasiums might has well have been large empty caverns and the light fixtures spotlights highlighting a dead man walking as you trudged your way towards the huge, imposing metal double doors towards your fate. Each step was torture as your fought against muscles that were as tight as guitar strings, each screaming madly not to go any farther.

The end of the school day and the athletics practices had come and gone without incident, and yet the anticipation of what was going to happen in a few hours, then then an hour, then a few minutes ate away at you, dominating your every thought with an iron will. It had taken a mighty effort from your teammates to get three words out of you during practice, so heightened was your anxiety. All you could manage was a half-hearted “I'm ok," but the concerned looks on their faces made it clear that you weren't fooling anyone. You hoped against hope that facing Yara wouldn't be nearly as bad as the waiting around that preceded it.

Yet, it wasn't as if you hadn't asked for it.

You were going into this willingly, and though you had no idea what would happen when you got there, somehow you remained strong in your conviction that it was the right thing to do.

You had a reason, maybe not a good one, but a reason nonetheless.

Apart from solving the puzzle that was Yara, you were done being afraid.

You were sick and tired of the constant unease and fear that seemed to go along with being in this strange environment.

Of course you had told Astrid and Wyatt about what had happened.

Of course they had pleaded vehemently with you not to show up, being the good friends that they were.

Of course they had warned you about the damage someone twice your size could do to you, human or anthro.

They had even mentioned the two human shopkeepers whom Yara had beaten to within an inch of their lives during the robbery that had taken place two years ago.

Still, no matter how many times you thought about it, you came back to the same conclusion: facing her was sure as hell better than being afraid.

——-

A massive wall of air threatened to push you over as you pushed open the heavy metal door and entered the empty gymnasium. The back gym, which housed the wrestling team's practice room and the weight room, was separated from the main gym by a large cinderblock wall and metal door, but had several windows through which one could view the inside of the room from the main gym. You struggled to keep your imagination at bay as you walked past the bleachers, the jeers from throngs of spectators in the stands who had come to witness your demise was almost audible as you urged yourself onward.

As the windows of the back gym loomed closer, you began to make out a tall white figure moving frantically in and out of view. Upon closer inspection, you caught a glimpse of the one who held your fate in her hands.

Yara stood alongside a heavy punching bag hanging from the ceiling, having ditched her daisy dukes and jacket in favor of a pair of ripped black jeans, sneakers and a gunmetal silver hoodie whose sleeves had been cut off to above the the shoulders.

She faced her silent opponent with a determined scowl on her face and rows of hear ivory-white razor sharp teeth on full display. She seemed to slowly stalk around the bag, looking for weaknesses before letting out a feral roar that reverberated throughout the whole gym and launching into a series of punches and kicks. Each pop of her padded fist on the bag was followed by another roar, as if she were being true to her predatory ancestry and taking down a wild beast. It was amazing how agile she could be despite her large, bulky frame. It was one of the most vicious and ferocious things you had ever seen and your blood ran cold as you realized you couldn't look away.

Nice going dumbass, take a look at what you signed up for…

A glint of recognition registered in your mind as the heavy bag lurched and swayed under her onslaught. From your keen interest in all things Japanese, you had developed an understanding of the martial arts that was at least better than a layman's. Despite the fierceness of the kata she was using, they were based in karate with a bit of Muay Thai thrown in. Further, they were mostly defensive in nature, which really threw you; she wasn't so much attacking as defending herself.

Your mind began to reel yet again, this whole thing was making less sense by the minute.

There was no way she'd need to defend herself from you, she could easily kill you in one punch.

Why would she practice defense if she were preparing to pound you into oblivion?

Also, you were convinced that the purpose of taking the time to face off against you at all was, that she would make an example of you to others who might get uppity. So why had she been so insistent that you come alone? Or better yet, why didn't she want her friends to witness the main event?

It was the last bit of energy your muscles needed to push you over the precipice that was the metal door in front of you. You were fairly sure you wouldn't like the answers to your questions, but it was better than not knowing the answers at all.

Your arms shook against the metal door as you pushed it open with all your might.

The towering anthro tigress let out a yell, finishing a particularly potent kick before the sound of the door caught her attention, and she ceased her onslaught, turning to look you in the eye.

The spike-shaped piercing below her thin lower lip elevated as her mouth contorted into a grin and her brow furrowed in anticipation. But what came out of her mouth next threw you for a loop.

“Glad you showed up, cutie. I was kind of hoping you would."

Despite what you had just witnessed her doing, there was no aggression in her voice this time, no urge to dominate. It was almost like the last thing she had said to you before she'd left you in the hallway. It was magnanimous, almost jovial, like what one football jock might say to another. Yet she used that word again…

“Why are you calling me that?" You blurted out in frustration as your muscles began to prepare to put up whatever pathetic fight you could muster. Your confusion would have to take a back seat

“Heh, why do you think?" She chuckled as you joined her on the mat, crossing her arms under her ample bosom.

Suddenly her gaze hardened and she looked you squarely in the eye as she leaned down close to you.

“By the way, you didn't really say that shit to Rey earlier, did you?"

“N-no…?"

Confusion and anticipation threatened to break you as Yara stared long and hard at you for what seemed like an eternity. You could feel your muscles reach the level of guitar strings as they prepared to help you fight or flee.

Just as you were ready to spring into action, she let out a scoff and backed away from you, an amused smile adorning her face.

“I believe you," she said simply.

“Huh?"

“Heh, it's not like it's anything new to me, she talks bullshit like that all the time, just like the rest of those cunts. Swear to the gods that mouth is going to get her in deep shit one day."

Your mind was now a furious whirlpool of confusion, now she was being…nice to you!? What the hell!?

As if physically threatening you wasn't bad enough, now she was playing mind-games with you? How sick could she possibly get!?

The miasma of fear and confusion that was festering within you mixed together into embers of anger that built quickly into a healthy flame. You wanted an end to the torment the fear of this place, the fear of her, had brought you, and you wanted it now.

“Are we doing this, or what?!" You yelled, hardening your gaze and raising your fists into your closest approximation of a battle-ready stance.

You expected the thought of battle would stoke her bloodlust and she would pepper you with insults about how puny you were before moving in for the kill. Instead, yet another surprise awaited you as she raised an eyebrow and stared at you as if you had suddenly grown three heads, her long tail striped tail beginning to swirl about behind her as if it were alive.

“Huh…? You want to spar? O….k…I guess I could do that for you, you big dork," she replied with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

Now what!? Were you so insignificant she forgotten all about being angry at you, about what she wanted to do to you? Did she really think that little of you?

The embers that had been festering within you exploded into a roaring fire of rage.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You drew back your fist, aiming directly for her midsection and letting loose with a shrill yell, letting out all your emotions in a single blow.

It didn't stand a chance.

With one motion, she caught your fist in hers and twisted your arm around hard enough that before you knew it, your back lay against her firm breasts and rock-hard abdomen. You could only manage a few weak grunts of pain as she drew your arm behind her neck and slid her arm through yours and landed at the back of your neck, holding you firmly in a half-nelson. Your arm burned as she held you close, yet she seemed more amused than angry, letting out a giggle as she brought her thin, feline lips to your ear The subtle tickle of her whiskers and hot breath broke through the pain as a chortle escaped her lips.

“Heh, damn, you got balls going head-on like that! I like it," She said with a growl.

“Trouble is, you blew your wad in one punch. Sorry, but that ain't gonna work on me!" She said, placing her other hand underneath your rear and lifting you up over her shoulders.

The world rotated around as you flew head over heels through the air, the mighty tigress still holding onto you arm. The next thing you felt was a layer of plastic and polystyrene against your face as both of you crashed into the wrestling mat below, Yara landing on her posterior with the grace of a professional wrestler. It wasn't a hard landing at all, but before you could register the pain, a firm hand reached under your trunk and flipped you onto your back.

The first thing you saw as you opened your eyes were those two piercing blue-green orbs staring back at you. Yara loomed inches for your face, letting out a triumphant growl. She had won, you were all hers now. She brought her nose towards your neck as she took a deep inhale through her feline nostrils, taking in every last morsel of your scent.

Your eyes went as wide as saucers. You were completely at her mercy now. She had pounced and caught her intended prey. This was the part where you felt pain like you never imagined. This was the part where the predator moved in for the kill.

The fear that came with such a terrible prospect hit you like a hammer. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. The only thing you could do was let your bottom lip shake uncontrollably as you waited for her to begin.

Yet, in an instant, something changed within her.

The confident, amused grin ran off her face as her brow furrowed and her eyes began to widen in what looked like some kind of realization. Her mouth contorted into a frown as it hung open slightly and you could feel the rhythm of her breath begin to stagger as it washed over your face in staccato spurts.

It took all your will to break out of your fear and realize she wasn't doing anything, but as you gazed back at her, you realized you knew that emotion anywhere.

It was fear.

Was she afraid of you? Why?

More than that, it was horror, like she had just done something terrible.

You never thought you would ever see her like this, and your brain tried in vain to piece together what would possess her to act like this. Yet there was some strange satisfaction in the knowledge that at least she felt the same as you did, whatever the reason. After a few long beats passed, she released a small voice from her lips, so small that you could scarcely believe it came from her.

“Are you scared…?"

You were too shocked to answer.

“I'm…I'm sorry," she said, regaining her voice and rising to her knees, offering you a clawed hand to pull yourself back up to a standing position.

When you both were upright again she turned her head away from you, ashamed to meet your eyes.

“That's the story of my life. I guess that's all I'm good for, scaring people shitless, huh?" She asked no one in particular.

“…what do you mean…?" you asked, still utterly bewildered at her strange behavior, but your anger now completely gone.

“I've been scaring you the whole time you've been here, haven't I?" She said, sounding more dejected and contrite by the second.

“Wha- well…yeah. You've been stal—er, following me around for months. I see you almost everywhere I go. Don't you think that's a little creepy?"

“Heh, you don't have to be nice about it. You were going to say 'having a huge anthro-tiger stalking you'. And, you're right. If I were you, I'd be scared too."

Yara's ears lay back flat against her head as she sat her large frame down on the mat, looking away from you towards the gym wall.

“That's pretty much all I've been to anyone for a long time now. I haven't seen the point in trying to be anything else since then…"

Somehow, through the miasma of your confusion, you took in her striped visage, which grew more downtrodden by the moment. Your self-preservation blared in the front of your mind to sneak away and get out of this psychotic situation right then and there. But it was no match for your compassion, which was now conspiring with your inquisitve nature to trap you there with this strange behemoth of a woman. Without really knowing why, you decided to take the bait she was throwing at you.

“Since two years ago, right?"

“Hmph, figures even you'd know about that," she grumbled in reply, her long, striped tail snaking through the air in agitation.

“What…what happened?"

“I thought everyone knew."

“No, I mean, what happened…to you?"

Honestly, you had no real idea why you worded the question that way, but something at the back of your mind urged you to get inside the anthro-tigress' head, to find out what really made her tick. In an instant, she was a different person, and if her intent had truly been to make an example of you, any possibilty of that was lost by now. It was becoming increasingly apparent she was trying to relate to you somehow, and you wanted to find out how.

Yet, she seemed touched by your gesture as the glint of a smile registered on your face.

“Well, I guess you know the crowd I've been runnin' with…and again I'm sorry you had to put up with their sorry asses, but…compared to the gang I hung around with two years ago… those bitches are freakin' girl scouts," Yara said, turning away from you and cringing as the strain of bad memories began to show on her face.

“But even they were nothing compared to my old man, no…the bastard who married my mom. I never saw him happy…ever. He was just angry at the whole world, all the time…the man never shut up, he just yelled and screamed all the damn time. Sometimes he'd come home late at night, pull me out of bed and scream right in my ear about how I'd left a toy on the carpet and my mom…she just fuckin sat there and took it, never said a damn thing…"

Anxiety began to tighten its grip on your muscles again as Yara clenched her massive fingers into a fist, gnashing her fangs together and grunting in anger as her long tail sliced through the air behind her. Just as you began to wonder if you should make for the door, Yara caught a cleansing regained her composure, something you never thought her capable of doing.

“Sorry…"

The story was going into an utterly terrifying place. You had always had a stable and loving home life and compassion and your stomach began to turn as you remebered all the horror stories you had seen on TV about abusive parents. Then, a question bubbled to your head and escaped your lips before your mind could stop it.

“Did he ever…?"

You were barely able to end the sentence in time, but not before the meaning of it had been conveyed. Your teeth ground together as you wished to everything that was holy that you hadn't asked that question. Much to your relief however, Yara only managed a sad smile before parting the fur of her forearm, revealing the massive scar that adorned her forearm.

“…sometimes. Sometimes both of us at the same time. My mom would have to go buy white or black fur dye for me sometimes to hide the marks on my face."

“Anyway…there were some times…like almost never but sometimes, he could actually be a really decent guy and actually do right by us. So, somehow I got it in my head like I had to impress him, you know, like if I did something that he would respect, then he'd accept me."

“When I was about eleven or twelve I met this older girl by the high school, a cheetah, thin as a rail. I don't know what she was on, but she looked really cool. I was getting kinda big then, like starting to work out and I guess that impressed her or something. She let me hang out with her friends at this shack near the railroad yard. There were five of them besides her, dobermans, lions, one guy was a mongoose. Huge guys, some of them, but still, small-time operators."

“I went around town with them, saw them sell shit sometimes, like heavy stuff. That was when they weren't shaking people down, shoplifting, that kind of stuff. It was stupid shit, but I thought it was really badass. So I went along with it, and got pretty damn good at it as I got older."

“About that time, my old man starts yelling and screaming about the humans and their integration initiative. Would not shut up about it. Called them lying, thieving wastes of skin, said we'd kick their asses if only we got organized. I guess he always hated humans for some reason, but it really came out around then."

“Turns out the ringleader of the crew I was with, the doberman, apprenticed under my old man at his construction company and heard all this shit every day, and like agreed with it. So one day he hits on this idea to stick it to the humans you know, go into town and hold up the human mini-mart, fuck the place up while we were at it."

Yara closed her eyes tightly, trying to absorb the painful memory. Without thinking, she reached into her pocket for a cigarette, before remembering she was in her gym clothes and none were there.

“Long story short, it was a dumb-fuck idea, turns out the guys who own the place are part of that 'humans-first' movement. The dobe goes up to the counter while the other three went to cover up the security cameras. I was with the dobe, I was just past six feet then, I guess he figured I was big enough to intimidate them. Go figure, right? A guy picks a 16-year old girl as his “muscle". Problem was, we didn't stand a chance. Turns out they were prepared for us, had their shotguns loaded under the counter before we even stepped in the place…"

“Dobe got a chestful of buckshot before he even knew what hit him. The others ran, but I…grabbed both of the humans, pulled them over the counter and…"

“…fucked them up…"

“It didn't feel real, like I was watching myself from above or something, but…after I saw what I'd done, saw them laying on the ground…all I felt was sick, I actually think I hurled on one of them."

“We all ran for a while but we didn't get far, the whole town heard the shot, including the cops. Worse, when they brought us to court, the judge flat-out rejected the plea deal our limp-dick lawyer came up with and we got tried as adults because the human assholes almost died. Good news was, the others managed to cover up the cameras before the dobe got shot, and the two humans…let's just say they couldn't exactly talk right then. In the end, the DA couldn't prove who did what. I ended up doing six months in the state pen, six months community service."

“Of course, my old man was fuckin' livid, mostly because I got caught. He went into this rage, tried to beat my mom somethin' fierce. But…gods bless her, she'd had enough by then. She fought back, kicked his sorry drunken ass out. Too bad I was locked up at the time, I wish I could have seen the look on his face before she broke it."

You couldn't help but meet Yara's grin as she proclaimed her mother's victory with an air of strange pride.

“I had an all new respect for her the day I found out what happened. She wasn't a weakling after all, she was a bad-ass bitch who shoved the riff-raff out of her life and built a new one on her own terms. So, I've tried to follow her example, build a new life with her, but it's tough cos everyone still knows me as 'Yara the giant who almost killed those humans'. I just want to be… 'normal', I guess. Like I know it was a mistake, and I wouldn't do it again, I just want to move on. But, no matter what I do, I guess I attract the same kind of people, and scare the shit out of the rest."

The melancholy white tigress closed her eyes, taking a long, slow deep breath of air that she released loudly from her lungs as she looked back up at you, a sad, contrite grin adorning her visage.

“So… yeah, there's my story…"

To say you were stunned was a masterpiece of understatement. If someone had told you earlier that morning that Yara would trust you enough show this side of herself, you would have ran and hid for fear of their insanity.

Your lower jaw might was as loose as a barn door as it hung lazily from your mouth. Yara had experienced things you could barely fathom, and yet a pit began to well up in your stomach as compassion began to overwhelm you. She hadn't tried to rationalize her behavior, nor sugar-coat anything she had experienced or felt. It was pure, unadulterated honesty. It wasn't designed to intimidate or shock either. It didn't feel real, but she was baring her soul to you, the most notorious bully in the whole school was baring her soul to you.

And you were actually glad she had done it.

It was like she was a totally different person from the one who had cornered you against the lockers a few hours before. She was no longer a wall of muscle…well, she was, but she was more than that. She had slowly transmuted into a strong, caring, passionate girl, and you were becoming more convinced by the second that she genuinely had a good heart. You started to become aware of her feminine features as well and the smooth curves of her hips and bosom and flowing white tail began to push to the forefront of your mind. Still, one question had been gnawing at you harder and harder throughout her whole story, and it escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“Yara…why are you telling me all this?"

“…because, you asked," she scoffed weakly.

“That's not what I mean."

Yara let out another long sigh, a frown slithering onto your face before she looked you straight in the eye.

“I wanted you to know about me, who I really am. I figured it'd explain why I've been…creeping on you," she said with an apologetic tone.

Unfortunately, it quickly backfired, as you raised an eyebrow, anxiety flooding back into her body at her admission.

“Huh?" was all you could think to say.

You had figured as much, but it still stung that she admitted it.

“Look, I'm sorry I went about it that way. It's just, I wanted to be closer to you. It's like, I never was that into humans, but…I liked you from the moment I first saw you. I thought you were adorable…"

“Still though, I could see how scared you are of this place. It was all over your face and in your scent. And I get it, being one of the only humans in a place like this just…sucks. I wanted to let you know you didn't have to be afraid, that I'd protect you, you know? I just…I don't do this kind of thing very often or…at all. I haven't really been into many guys and…I just didn't know how to…approach you about it, I guess. Everyone's scared of me because of what happened two years ago, and I guess I can't blame them, I haven't really done much to change that image anyway. Guess I'm not as strong as my mom."

WHAT?!

You had appreciated her candor up until now, but that was about the furthest thing from reality you could possibly have imagined.

She liked you…?

Not a chance.

Still, the last thing you wanted was to annoy her or disrespect her, so you carefully worded your next question in order to save face.

“Yara, I don't want to sound unconfident or anything, but why me?"

A warm grin grew on her face as she slid her hand threw the thick tuft of white hair adorning her head before meeting your eyes again.

“Heh, you want me to spell it out for you?" She asked with mock annoyance.

“Let's see: you're down-to-earth even though you're into a lot of weird stuff. I've seen the way you pay attention and try really hard in class, which means you're smart. Hell, you went out of your way to come stand up to me, which, not to toot my own horn or nothin', but that took balls. Speaking of which, you had the balls to make the best of a fucking bad situation. No matter how scared you were, you had the courage to put yourself out there and make friends in this gods-forsaken school. That's more than I can say."

“But the sexiest thing of all is, you're a damn good listener. I just told you my whole sob-story and you hung on every word. I saw it in your eyes, felt it in your scent. That whole time I was talking, you made me feel validated, like what I went through actually meant something. I know this sounds weird, but I feel like I could trust you with anything, that you'd be there for me. Am I wrong…?"

Her tone was sly and sultry, yet her eyes frantically darted across your visage looking for any sign of doubt or rejection. Whether it was true or simply a reaction to being put on the spot, you didn't know, but the word left your lips without hesitation.

“No, you're not."

As a smile warmer than any you had ever seen bloomed on her face, you're rational mind kicked back in. Something didn't make sense and you had to hear if from her.

“But then, why did you treat me like that earlier? Why not just ask me to hang out or something? Why'd you have to bully me?"

The smile slowly slipped from her face and was replaced by a sad frown as her gaze left yours once again.

“Yeah, I'm sorry for that. I just…couldn't be myself in front of those three, or anyone for that matter. I know this sounds fucked up, but I'm just…I'm scared…of not living up to my reputation. I guess, that's where you're stronger than me."

HUH?

“I mean, you're a nerd, but you own it. Not…that there's anything wrong with being a nerd, but you had to know going in that some people might not like you cos of what you like, like they might not understand. But you put yourself out there anyway, and as scared as you were, it worked, and you made friends who like you and understand you. That's really fuckin' cool."

“I want that too, just to be normal, have people smile at me when I pass them in the halls, you know? No insults, no cussing, no drama. I'd like to maybe even do the occasional nerdy thing every now and then. I just…I guess I just don't know how. When you look like me…and everyone expects you to be the big school bully or whatever…there's no point in trying to be anything else. I don't know how else to act around other people, especially those three. I've gotten so used to it, I guess maybe I'm a little afraid of what I might be if I changed. Heh, maybe in another life if I didn't look like this, like I as skinny as one of those anime girls you watch, it'd be easier…" she said sadly to the ground.

A thick lump was forming in your throat buoyed by the compassion in your heart. It was gut-wrenching to see someone who was so driven to be liked and bury the demons of her past, yet she didn't possess the emotional tools or knowledge to do it.

It took your breath away how similar the two of you really were.

She had been afraid all this time too, afraid being who she wanted to be and what others might think of her if she were.

You felt an overwhelming urge to run over and wrap your arms around her, to give her your strength and the reassurance that everything would be alright. Before you could muster up the courage to do so, she pre-empted you, getting to her feet and placing her massive padded palms on your shoulders.

“Listen, I know this is sudden, and I don't know you too well, but it just…it sucks…it's really hard to hear that you've been scared for so long. I'm…it really hurts that I was the reason you were so scared. But, I don't want you to be afraid. Ever again. I want to protect you, even if it's from the sidelines."

The irregular puffs of her warm breath on your face gave you no comfort, as your face contorted in sadness in reaction to her expression. She was trying mightily to keep the sad smile on her face, holding back the emotions that were welling up inside her in a desperate attempt to stay strong for you. Her past experience forbade her from showing you just how ashamed she was of herself, or the self-loathing that was apparent beneath her smile. She looked as if she were a dam that was about to burst.

Finally, she could take no more and wrapped her massive white-furred arms around you, letting out several long sighs in a desperate attempt to keep from bawling. Yet, you were amazed with the care at which she did so, the pressure of her biceps around your shoulders was carefully calculated and gentle, as if you were a delicate vase that would break with too much pressure. It was a gesture that touched you to the core, and you returned the embrace without hesitation.

With the touch of her padded palms against the back of your shoulders, the raw emotion she was unloading permeated within your psyche. You found yourself becoming enticed, intoxicated by it, and there was an overwhelming sense of safety, security within the warm envelope of white fur that now held you. You could barely believe it, but you felt safer here, now, with her, than any time you had set foot inside the school the whole year.

It was enough to push your racing mind over the edge and admit to yourself what you had been trying to banish from your mind all along: you found her utterly beautiful.

She had the strength of a wild animal, the passion of a warrior, and yet the compassion, kindness and familiarity of a close friend, no…it was more than that. She was almost everything you wanted in a woman, and many things you didn't even know you wanted. You were starting to become afraid you might not want to be without her. But, her body language seemed to say that she didn't feel like she was worthy of you, that she was too unattractive, too intimidating, too scary.

Just as these thoughts hit, another one pierced you like a shaft of ice in your throat. You might never have this opportunity to be this close to her again. If you were ever going to understand how you felt about her, it was now. Any delay and you'd be left wondering what might have been.

You decided to go for broke.

As she released you from the hug, her eyes suddenly went as wide a saucers as she felt you reach up and run your fingers through the whiskers and soft fine fur of her muzzle, before stopping to cup her cheek. The two of you lingered for a moment, eyes locked to each other like deer in headlights before she finally sucked in a ragged gasp, and her eyes went even wider as the realization hit her. Your touch had said everything you wanted to say to her without getting muddled by words.

You felt the same as she did.

From there, it was as if you had given control of your body to someone else. With a pull that was a little more forceful than you intended, you brought her face down to meet yours. You caught a brief glimpse of her intoxicating blue-green eyes slipping shut as you followed suit, your lips trembling for a second as her thin, feline ones pressing against yours. Despite the gesture, the two of you were still tentative and you didn't try to force any undue intensity into the kiss at first. After a moment, you pulled away, opening your eyes for a moment to gauge her reaction, and ensure that she hadn't changed her mind and was going to kill you for your boldness.

You soon found you had nothing to worry about as her limpid orbs opened again, looking over you for a brief moment with the same hesitation. Her eyes darted about your face just as they had before, scrutinizing you, desperately terrified they might find even a hint of rejection.

As her hitched breath peppered your face, your eyes locked with hers, an unexpected feeling washed over you like warm ray of sunshine. It was a strange mixture of security, acceptance, excitement sheer passion all rolled into one. Even in that brief moment, all that she had to offer, all she wanted to give you, to share with you had passed between you both. It built you up, gave you strength, the strange sense that everything would everything would be alright.

It was wonderful.

Without warning, the sensation overwhelmed your better judgment and a smile blossomed on your lips and warm sigh left your nostrils, washing over the fine fur of the anthro-tigress' muzzle.

Her eyes suddenly ceased their relentless search and she met your smile with one of her own, relief reigning over her expression.

It was all too short-lived however as a massive padded hand found the back of your head and brought your lips crashing together again. Your smile had been the explosive that broke the dam of her emotions and she attacked your lips with a ferocious intensity, but with just enough care to allow you to keep up. Your senses began to appreciate the differences between her feline anatomy and your own.

You had to stifle a giggle as the fine fur of her muzzle tickled the skin above your lips. Her mouth felt surprisingly soft, much more than you had expected, though the main source of softness were the two plump jowls beside her nose that held her whiskers, her sticky feline lips were far too thin to offer any padding. Soon, you felt the abrasive tang of her rough, sandpaper-like tongue flowing and prodding along your lips, demanding entry. Your heart began to throb against your ribcage as the ferocity of her assault overwhelmed you.

Despite your reservations about her strength, you felt passion beginning to cloud over your rational mind. It left you very eager to oblige and you parted your lips as her rough appendage slipped inside and found its mark, wasting no time in starting its feverish dance with your own tongue. After a few moments, you could begin to feel the wall of muscle around you begin to relax and the reverberation from the low purr that rumbled in her chest worked its way through you.

Your rational mind thrashed about in your consciousness, chastising you about how crazy you were to allow this to happen. As the moments passed, a realization began to dawn on you like a warm sunrise. You couldn't explain why you felt this way or apply any logic to it at all, but the more you shared in this moment of passion with the giant anthro-tigress, the more you knew that it just felt right. For the first time in a very long time, you felt safe, you felt appreciated, and though it was far too early to even think about this particular word, you couldn't deny the feeling in your gut.

You felt loved.

For a moment, your rational mind kicked in with a shot of anxiety about what this moment meant, what would the two of you be to each other when this was over. The school bully and the shy nerd, how could it possibly work? Fortunately, this thought was quickly swept away by the wonderful sensations of the moment. For now, it didn't matter what the future held. She was here, and she felt wonderful, everything else could wait.

As the dance between your tongues continued, you felt yourself being swept away in the heat of the moment, though a small sliver of fear lingered in your mind, worrying that you might do something that might upset the volatile tigress. Without really thinking about it, you abruptly left her lips and began trailing tentative kisses down her neck towards the collar of her hoodie.

Fortunately your timid attempts at spicing things up were met with a sound that was somewhere between a giggle and a growl, and the tigress craned her thick neck upwards to allow you access to her pulse point. Her acceptance stoked your boldness and you stopped to suckle just at the right point without really knowing what you were doing, groans and growls of pleasure ringing from her feline muzzle. Just as before, you shoved aside any reservations your rational mind could come up with. If she liked it, she would get it.

After a few beats had passed, your muscles began to tighten again as you sensed a strange primal energy building inside her, and her groans of pleasure became steadily lower and more gravelly. Then, all at once, she placed her padded hands roughly on your chest, snaking one hand under your shirt and raking her unsheathed claws down your chest. You let out a yelp of surprise as her soft muzzle quickly but deftly brushed against your cheek, her tongue lashing out to lap against your earlobe.

She lingered there for a few moments, taking the nub of cartilage between her thin feline lips and then between her sharp incisiors. She held it gently, moving in a strange slow rhythm that, despite the initial shock of the contact, seemed strangely soothing, and the shock of contact faded as she worked her magic.

Yara slowly ceased her ministrations, bringing her eyes to meet yours, a padded hand still lingering on your bare chest. For a moment, her brow furrowed in an apologetic frown as she turned away for a moment.

“…look, I understand you're a virgin and this is really forward…I'll totally understand if you say no…" Yara trailed off.

Then as if it were happening in slow motion, her face contorted into a mischevious grin, a glint of aggression slithering its way into her tone as she locked eyes with yours.

“…but on the other hand…we've got the gym to ourselves…no one's gonna hear us. What do you say, wanna pop your cherry tonight? I promise, I'll be gentle…"

Your eyes went as wide a saucers. You might as well have been a feral deer standing on a dark road with a semi-truck barreling towards you at top speed. Just like when she had pinned you before, you could neither think nor speak. Anxiety had taken those luxuries away from you.

Though Yara had made clear that she had your feelings at heart, damn could she be persuasive!

The sultry, half-lidded gaze she threw at you, the low, hungry growl in her throat, the subtle sideways sway of her firm breasts, the clawed hand that snaked its way down your chest, stopping at the belt-line of your pants; her inner predator had returned in full force, and she was eyeing you up as her prey. It was enough to send a flood of blood into your nether reaches as your pants became uncomfortably tight, straining against your erection.

Your rational mind was a flurry of activity as you weighed the prospect of swiping your v-card in your mind. She was absolutely the last person, human or anthro you would possibly have considered having your first time with, and though you knew she was being truthful, part of you doubted she'd be able to deliver on her promise of being gentle with you.

Her size and build reminded you of the amazon women you had read about in your mythology class and you feared any kind of tryst would end prematurely with you in the hospital being treated for a shattered pelvis. Also, you hand wanted your first time to be special, with someone you truly cared about. You had often ridiculed your peers who had “become men" as a result of a random hook-up with a girl (or in some cases a guy) who they had barely cared about and who barely cared about them.

Still, the more you though about it, the more alluring her proposal sounded. You would likely never have this opportunity again in a secluded spot far away from prying eyes, on a fairly comfortable surface with someone who had made it perfectly clear that she cared deeply about you and, despite her bravado, wasn't interested in a simple hook-up. Though neither of you knew how it would work, it was clear that she wanted to be around for the long-haul. You had seen random sex push apart the people around you, but the more you thought about the giant anthro-tigress holding you; about who she was and who she wanted to become, you were convinced that losing your virginity to her would bring the two of you closer together instead.

A long sigh left your lips as you tried to dispel as much hesitation and anxiety as you could. You would have been lying if you said you were 100% on this, but your growing lust for the anthro tigress that was brimming in your pants overwhelmed whatever hesitation remained.

“Yes…" was all you could think to say.

Somehow, you managed to squeeze a small grin through your raging anxiety. It occured to you there was no way you could show hesitation or weakness in this kind of situation. As crazy as it seemed, her body language.

Fortunately, her hungry grin only widened at your acceptance, and a low, rumbling growl of triumph escaped your lips that sent shivers down your spine as her dominant, aggressive side began to re-assert itself.

“Hrrgghmmmm, good boy…" she purred, giving your chest a firm shove that left you own your back.

Before you knew what had hit you, you were ensnared between her huge, thick thighs as she straddled you, her head blocking the light from the ceiling and giving her an air of power, like a goddess from on high.

Your manhood began to throb against the inner surface of your pants, begging for release as he threw her hood back, revealing the short tuft of white hair that adorned her head. Her sultry gaze blazed through her half lidded eyes into your soul and she brought a clawed finger to the zipper of her hoodie. The soft garment opened tantalizingly slowly as she began to sway her hips lightly against your pelvis, teasing, taunting your manhood with her arousal. At last, her firm mounds came into view, freed from their prison beneath her chest, her pink nipples beginning to peek out from inside.

“Wait, did you plan this?" You asked before you could stop yourself.

Yara's gaze hardened for a moment as your comment snapped her out from her mating dance. Fortunately it lightened again just as quickly, a warm, earnest smile adorning her face.

“Heh, naw. Commando's the way I usually go when I work out. I mean, I won't lie, I was hoping we'd do this, but listen…"

Yara leaned her massive frame down over yours, taking one of your hands in both of hers and staring you right in the eye.

“I'd never make you do anything you don't want to. You tell me to stop, and I'll stop. No questions asked."

Though the sight of her massive frame looming over you left you apprehensive, her sincerity silenced most of the doubt that remained. Despite how she had treated you earlier, she had never lied to you, and there was no reason to think she would start now.

The modicum of control she had given you began to stoke your passion once again. She was thoughtful, careful, respectful and cared about your feelings, and that made her more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

With a strength you didn't know you had, you used her arms to pull yourself up to her face and slam your lips against her feline ones, your other hand reaching for the gap in her shirt and awkwardly trying to caress her breasts. Part of you was still unsure you were worthy of her, and somehow your hormone-addled mind reasoned that a display of strength might help.

Yara's eyes went wide in suprise before she let out a low sound that sounded somewhere between a giggle and a growl, letting go with one hand and wrapping an arm around your back to support you as she lowered you back to the mat, her rough, feline toungue dancing with yours yet again.

Just as you felt the cool firmness of the foam mat on your back, Yara broke the kiss, her torso rising high above your head as she straddled you.

Her fingers slipped back onto the zipper of her hoodie, lazily pulling the metal tab towards the floor and parting the gap in the middle. Her ample white-furred breasts jiggled like rubber as they escaped their prison and a sly grin loomed over her face as she tossed the garment to the side and brought her attention to your jeans.

All the air was sucked from your lungs at once as she ran a warm, padded hand along your length, your jeans struggling to contain it as it begged for release. Fortunately, she wasted no time in undoing the buttons and zipper, and rising for a moment to forcefully yank your jeans from your waist, your manhood now only contained by your boxers. The move caught you by surprise, yet the exhilaration was too much to cause you to object, and you felt a smile bloom on your lips as your breathing quickened.

The anthro-tigress let out a throaty chuckle as she stood up to her full height and began to sensually sway her hips from side to side again, her thick tail dancing through the air behind her like a ribbon on the wind. Her fingers slowly and tantalizingly moved to her belt line a she slid her jet-black jeans down to the ground, slipping her digitigrade feet out of them and tossing them aside.

The air left the room and you found yourself struggling for breath as you took in the reluctant school bully in all her glory. Your eyes struggled to fixate on any one part of her, every single inch of her was utterly astonishing.

Your eyes darted about from the two pert nipples, partly hidden under a fine layer of white fur, down to the brick wall that was her abdomen, before inching further down to the tuft of white fur that adorned her pubic area just above her womanhood. She was the first woman, human or anthro whom you had ever seen naked, and part of you resisted looking any further south for fear of being overwhelmed.

Yara seemed to pick up on your reluctance and slowed her mating dance for a moment, parting her legs wider to give you the best view possible.

“Look at me…" she softly commanded.

Fortunately, your passion and lust for the massive tigress came to your rescue and you sucked in a quick breath of air as your eyes met the pink slit that had taken on a sheen of moisture in anticipation of the carnal acts to come.

Yara's half-lidded eyes locked on yours as she moved her arms above her head, highlighting her curves and muscle mass at the same time, while tightening her thigh muscles into full display.

Was she…flexing for you?

“…what do you think?" she finished.

At first, you said nothing, your mind blank from her sensual display as she turned her body around on the mat, highlighting her assets from all angles.

Suddenly, a flash of clarity broke through your arousal and it dawned on you. Despite her apparent bravado and confidence, she was looking for validation, for acceptance. It was just as she had said before, part of her was insecure about the way she looked, and only you could banish the demons that told her she was too big, too scary, too unattractive to be loved.

“You're…you're beautiful…" you said sincerely, your thoughts taking a moment to coalesce and leave your lips.

Yara's eyes went wide for a and she gasped in surprise. Her mating dance ceased and for a long moment that seemed like an eternity, she stood over you, naked to the world, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. Your heart was in your mouth. Had you offended her? Surely not. How could such a compliment offend anyone?

A soft smile slowly slithered onto her face that began to transmute into her signature grin over the next few seconds.

“Thanks…no one's ever called me that before…"

“Really…?"

Truly, you felt like you had to feel at least a little surprised so as not to offend her, despite what you had deduced from her, it was still shocking to hear her admit it.

“Heh, yeah, and I'm glad you're the first to tell me. You make me feel desired, sweetie…"

“Now it's time for your reward…"

With a smooth silkiness that seemed impossible for someone her size, the mighty tigress lowered her frame down to the ground, propping herself on her knees and leaning her front down to your chest, her breasts dangling like ripe fruit ready to be picked. Then, with a sudden yank, she removed your underwear from your body in one motion, throwing it aside. A rough growl escaped her lips as she eyed your newly-freed member with a salacious hunger.

A jolt of electric energy shot through you and your hips began to move on their own as her velvety-padded fingers encircled your length. Your mind didn't know what to make of the sensation and you let out a staggered yelp of arousal as her massive hand added a vice-like pressure, sliding up and down your length in long, smooth strokes.

Yara's growling gathered strength and speed along with her hand as she alternated her gaze from your now-pulsating manhood to your reaction to her ministrations. You wouldn't need much priming to get off the first time.

Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, thrusting up into her hand as a strange but wonderful pressure began to build up within you. You felt your breathing quicken and your heart began to throb as her velvety pads caressed every inch of you. Then, just as you felt every muscle in your body tighten on their own like guitar strings, and your eyes began to roll over in pleasure, the sensations stopped, and a low giggle escaped the massive tigress' mouth.

You opened your eyes in confusion just in time to see the massive tigress lower her head towards your manhood and open her mouth, revealing her pearly-white fangs. Her hot breath bathed over your nether regions like a heat-wave and your eyes snapped shut as her sand-paper-like tongue slid up your length. It was the most confusing, yet the most tantalizing sensation you had ever experienced: the warm, embrace of the wet appendage, intermingled with its abrasive texture. You couldn't make heads or tails of it, yet your body made it perfectly clear that it wanted more.

Yara growled in triumph with every grunt and gasp of pleasure that escaped your throat as she slowly moistened your throbbing member. Then, after another long pause, the warm caress of her tongue was replaced by a hot envelope as she lowered her head and took your entire length into her mouth. A gutteral grunt escaped you as your member began to well up at an alarming rate, your whole body becoming as taut as a drum as Yara began to bob her head up and down, her growls becoming roars as she urged you on into pleasure.

Your head rose up off the mat as your rational mind fought its way to the forefront of your mind yet again, begging you to make her stop.

This was crazy.

Like most your age, the only experience you had in these matters was through masturbation, yet this was far more intense than you could have anticipated. Irrational worries began to enter your head: Would she kill you if you came all over her face? Would you start bleeding when you ran out of cum? Would your heart explode if you came too hard?

Mercifully, you had little time to put these thoughts into focus as Yara's padded hand joined in, stroking your lower length while her tongue encircled your head. As if on cue, you gave one massive involuntary thrust into her mouth, your back aching as it arched. The dam of pleasure finally broke and you let out a yell as your pelvis suddenly thrust upward into her all on its own emptied your pent-up cum into the tigress' mouth, spurt after spurt blasting out of you as if it were fired from a cannon.

Your entire lower half throbbed with a violence you never thought possible, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak. All you could do was bask in the wonderful inferno that enveloped you as she continued to suck you, milking you for all you were worth.

Yara clamped her palm onto you, holding you deep inside her mouth as she gave a growl of approval. Breath slowly began to return as you finally crested peak of pleasure and you felt a cool wash of air as, after a long minute, Yara slowly released you from the warm cocoon of her feline maw. Your head flopped back down onto the wrestling mat as all of a sudden you became aware of a strange sense of contentment, exhaustion and disbelief, one that you had never felt before.

Despite your best efforts, none of your attempts to pleasure yourself had ever come close to what you had just experienced; you could scarcely believe it was even possible to cum that hard and survive. Yet, despite your anxiety about it, you had no regrets. Sure, your mind was still catching up with the realization that Yara even liked you at all, but part of you understood that there was no reason to over-analyze what had just happened.

It felt right. That was the only thing that mattered now.

You were soon broken out of your revelry as the massive tigress rose above you on all fours, her face the picture of triumph and contentment. Suddenly, she dropped down to meet your face, her bedroom eyes inches away from yours. For a split second, you wandered what she might be up to before she tilted her head back slightly and gave a great swallow, gulping down all the pent-up spunk that she had greedily taken from you.

“You like that?" she growled hungrily.

You were far too deep into the stupor of your afterglow to form words at that moment, however you could not deny that the sight of a massive, wild tigress taking in your seed was incredibly hot.

All you could do was nod, as she responded in kind with a chuckle of her own.

“Heh, good. Never thought I'd like the taste of human, but you're worth it," she chuckled, her voice becoming less predatory and more compassionate by the moment.

Rolling over on her side, she laid her massive frame down at your side, her bicep snaking under your neck and acting as a pillow, while her other arm enveloped your front. The fine fur of her chest felt like a soft, warm blanket and the feeling of her soft mounds against your side only added to the safety and security that her form provided. Her muzzle lay mere inches from your ear as her massive thighs wrapped around one of yours. Though still entranced by the experience of a few moments ago, you became aware of a warm area just at the apex of her thighs that was becoming warmer by the second.

“So, what do ya think? Pretty good for your first time, huh?"

“Y-yeah…" you spluttered weakly, as speech finally returned to you.

Yara seemed to sense your state of sensory overload as she scoffed and allowed a reassuring smile to adorn her face. The velvety pads of her fingertips lightly and lazily glided along your chest as she continued.

“You don't have to say anything. I get it. First time with someone else is a lot to take in. Hell, the first time I even jerked off I got really scared. I had no idea what cumming was going to feel like. For a moment there I thought I was gonna fuckin' die…"

Well, at least you weren't the only one to have those thoughts. Now that you had experienced it firsthand, the thought of it seemed so ridiculous and illogical. So much so that that without really thinking about it, you let out a chuckle that morphed into a laugh before you knew it.

A frown formed on the tigress' face as she brought her finger to your cheek, turning your head to meet hers.

“Hey, what's so funny?"

“N-nothing. It's just that, I was thinking the same thing when you were doing it to me just now. I guess…I guess means you're just that good."

The tigress shook her head with a chuckle before planting her lips firmly against your cheek.

“You're damn lucky you're so cute, you can be a pain in the ass, you know that?" She laughed, squeezing her frame tighter against yours in a comfortable hug.

“But, I gotta know…do you still…do you want to go any farther?" She asked, her shy, contrite persona coming back to the fore.

“I mean, I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I know tonight's been…a lot…for you to process and I don't want to, like overwhelm you or nothin'. I want to you to feel good and get off and everything, but, I don't want to… take advantage of you, y'know?"

Her ever-changing attitude never ceased to amaze you. She could be an aggressive predator at one moment and a shy kitten the next. Part of you still didn't know how to react to her, but yet again, you couldn't help but be touched that underneath it all she had your feelings at heart. She wanted you to enjoy this moment, to enjoy her as much as she was enjoying you. Despite her history and demeanor, you sensed no desire to take what she wanted from you. There was only a desire to give; to give you the affection and closeness that she had been longing to give someone else for a long time. It was what drove you on to do more with her, to learn just how deep her feelings went.

There was no doubt in your mind.

She had nothing to worry about.

As another flash of confidence passed through your soul, you told her so.

“I'm right here where I'm lying, Yara. I don't want to be anywhere else…or with anyone else. You're beautiful, I want you."

“…you don't know what that means to me. Thanks," she said, after a pause, her tone warm and her smile wide.

“Now that that's out of the way…" she growled, crawling over to you and deftly pulling your shirt over your head.

The massive tigress got back onto all fours and slowly, moved into positition to straddle you again, but suddenly she hesitated, a pensive expression flashing to her face for a moment. Your mind raced into confusion, wondering what she might be up to. After a few moments, the smile returned to her face as she rolled onto her back beside you, her breasts looking a soft as they ever had against her rock-solid chest. The sight of her impeccably toned abs and thigh muscles made your heart race as she brought them into full display.

“No, you know what, I'll even let you start. Just…well, let's just say you'd better hold on tight once I get worked up."

You gulped internally as your pulse quickened. All the pressure was on you now. You had half-expected her to simply jump your bones and have her way with you, but she had placed the ball firmly in your court, maybe to give you some control over the situation, you wondered.

Other than that, your mind was blank. You knew what you had to do…what you wanted to do, but now that you were in the grip of anxiety, you had completely forgotten how. Fortunately, your body was responding as it was supposed to. The time spent cuddling had left you plenty of time to recover, and the sight of her nude, chiseled form on full display had brought your member back to full mast again.

The cold tension of the vinyl wrestling mat sunk into your knees and hands as you got up onto all fours, crawling tentatively over towards her.

“Don't be shy, cutie. Come here…" she cooed, the sly grin returning to her face.

As you reached her, your heart jumped into your mouth as she parted her legs, the pink slit of her womanhood waiting eagerly to greet you.

Still not quite knowing what to do, your mind grasped onto something you had seen in a porn video, and that you thought was…well, could be hot. Slowly and awkwardly, you positioned yourself above the brick wall that was her abdomen, taking hold of your manhood and flicking the tip lightly against the nub that adorned the top of her womanhood, then sliding it around the fine white fur that made up her outer lips.

The way the fur tickled your most sensitive of spots was amazing, and your anxiety began to fade as Yara responded with a pleasured growl. As you returned to her nub again, her growls became louder and you doubled your efforts to please her…it was working. Suddenly, her growl became intense and angry-sounding, and you looked up towards her as you felt her massive hand grab your upper arm.

“I like you, sweetie, but don't EVER tease me," she said with a look on her face that sent shivers down your spine.

“I'm sorry!" you reacted, the words coming out of your mouth before you could think.

“No, you're good. It's just…seeing you like this, I think you're really hot, and I don't think I could hold myself back if you kept going like that."

Your eyes went wide as saucers and your breath caught in your throat.

Hot?

No one had ever called you that before.

Least of all an anthro Tigress who was supposed to be the school bully.

For a long time, you had wondered if anthros even found humans attractive, or whether inter-species relationships even happened, you had never seen any in your eighteen years of being alive.

Nonetheless, the word was enough to wipe out most of what remained of your anxiety about what you were doing. You felt a fire in your chest you had never felt before, and coupled with the sight of the attractive tigress below you, you were emboldened you to take the next step. You lay your chest down on hers, the firmness of her abs supporting you, and her fine striped fur tickling your skin as your manhood searched for her entrance.

Unfortunately, your moment of strength came up short as you felt yourself hitting a wall of flesh with every attempt at penetration. Yara let out a chuckle, amused at your attempts to take charge, but just as she reached her hand down to help guide you, she sucked in a massive gasp of air as you brought your hips back once again and your manhood finally hit home. Her deep cyan eyes rolled back in her head as your hips slammed into hers, and the new sensation of penetrating her moist, hot, velvety depths took your breath away as well.

“Awwwww, fuuuuuuucck…!" Yara gasped as her hands grabbed each a fold of the wrestling mat below her, holding on for dear life against the wonderful sensation you had instilled in her.

For one ghastly second, you feared you had hurt her. You could scarcely believe you'd even thought it, with your differences in size and strength, there was virtually no way you could hurt her even if you'd wanted to. Still, the though crossed your mind just the same.

“Oh my God, Yara I'm sorry! Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

Yara took a moment to retrieve her breath before she openly laughed, her voice reveberating throughout the whole gym.

“Hahaha, no sweetie, you didn't…that was fuckin' amazing."

She wrapped her arms lightly around you as if to reassure you, dispelling your anxiety with her firm, secure grasp.

As the shock wore off, you began thrusting into her again with all the vigor you could muster, until you felt her padded hand on your chest again, stopping you.

“Not yet, not yet. Like, go really slow at first, ok? I want to feel… alllll of youuuu…" she growled.

You could feel the reverberation in her chest through yours, and the half-lidded gaze she gave you seduced you into agreement. She had much more experience in these matters than you. Despite her generous gesture of letting you be on top, she was still in control of the situation. You would do as you were told.

You brought your hips back again and you shivered as you felt your head push past her inner lips and through her entrance, your sensitive skin taking in every inch of her velvety inner walls.

“Yesss…just like that, cutie," she purred as you buried yourself to the hilt within her.

Your breath became heavier as you felt her depths press firmly against you, tightenting against your length as you pulled out before cautiously thrusting in again. Every thrust sent a wonderful electricity through your body as you incrementally increased your pace, each growl of pleasure from your muscular partner fanning the flames of your desire and driving you to do more.

“Oh, fuck yessss!" Yara hissed, wrapping her massive legs around your body and encasing you in a vice-grip of fur and muscle.

Your hips began to feel like they were moving on their own as the change in angle and Yara's pleasured cries only fueled your desire for her as you began thrusting for all you were worth. You felt your entire logical mind beginning to shut down and all worries about what you two were doing and what would come later faded away into nothingness.

All that mattered was you and her, and you were beginning to lose your sense of where you ended and she began. Your could feel your nether regions begin to throb in delight as she roared in approval at your efforts. It was as if pure, hot pleasure was building in your core with every greedy grasp of her womanhood on your member.

By God, she was hot.

And you wanted her.

You wanted her so bad.

“Yesssssss! Oh, rrrrrghhh gods, don't fucking…rrrrrggghh stop!"

As your mind continued to glaze over into a fog of ecstasy at the wonderful sensations that were coursing through your body, you began to notice something strange out of the corner of your mind. Yara's words were slowly being replaced by a series of feral-sounding gasps and snarls, and you could feel the tang of her sharp claws beginning to push further into your back as she gripped you harder and harder. Soon, you found it difficult to breathe as her arms and legs joined in.

Though you wondered how much longer you could withstand her tightening grip, you dared not object to her. Her warning about teasing her had put a strange subconscious sense of pressure on you to perform for her. More than that, you were painfully aware of the fact that she had more or less bared her soul to you in exchange for the chance of being with her like this. There was no way you were going to disappoint her.

Suddenly, you noticed her brow furrow and her eyes snap shut. Her mouth opened wide, and out of it came a roar so loud it nearly defeaned you. Before you knew what had happened, you felt two padded hands shove you off of her like a pair of hydraulic jacks, and the cold vinyl of the wrestling mat assaulted your back as you landed.

As your awareness returned, all you could see was Yara's towering form looming above you, her teeth bared and her brow furrowed. You could feel the blood slowly draining from your face as you turned as white as the color of her fur. The predator in her had returned, and your efforts to please you had stoked her hunger for you to the flash point.

You felt a huge lump form in your throat and you gulped audibly, this was what she meant by 'hold on tight'…

With a growl, she dropped onto you, squeezing your sides between her massive thighs so tight it nearly knocked the wind out of you. You felt the vice grip of her padded fingers roughly grab your cock and you gasped as the red-hot sensation of her tight, muscular depths envelop you yet again.

You could feel you heart pound against your chest as she leaned over you on all fours, her soft breasts dragging against your face. Then, just as she had slowed down enough that you could get a sense of what she was doing, she slammed her hips down into yours, the heft of her frame crashing into yours at nearly full-force. Her eyes remained locked onto yours as she let out roar after roar of pleasure, thrusting down onto you with the ferocity of her feral forbears.

Your manhood felt like it was about to ignite with each slap of her soaking-wet pussy onto yours. Her inner muscles greedily pumped you for all you were worth, urging you to release, and each collision of her hips against yours threatened to shatter your pelvis. The result was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was nothing like you could have ever hoped to experience.

Yet, as her pace increased and her roars became more intense, you felt a strange sense of power, of strength as she held you in her cocoon of muscle. You began to feed off the raw energy that was pouring out of her as she rode you, and you could feel your determination build as a primal energy built up inside you. With a strength you didn't know you had, you wrapped your arms around her massive frame and thrust upward into her, hilting yourself yet again.

Yara's eyes went wide for a moment, and the glint of a smile formed on her face as she lowered herself down and slammed her lips into yours, her tongue roughly fighting for entry into your mouth before retracting lapping along your neck down to your collarbone. Suddenly, you gasped as a jab of pain erupted from a point just between your neck and your shoulder.

The sensation was soon forgotten however as you felt her muscular, velvety walls encase your member tighter than ever before. Yara's breath began to hitch and quicken as she leaned down and wrapped her whole body around you while continuing to slam her hips down onto yours. She was very close to her peak, of that you were sure.

As she removed her mouth from your shoulder, you felt a glimmer of reassurance as she found her words again.

“RRRRRRGGHHH! Fuck yes! That's-rrggh, I'm, I'm…RRRRRAAAAAGGGHHHH!"

Yara let out a roar so loud it threatened to rattle the walls as she threw her head back and slammed her eyes shut. Just as your mind registered what was happening, a massive blast of heat and moisture enveloped your member, her strong muscles clamping down on you all at once. A surge of raw pleasure enveloped you, and you felt as if your body was about to explode as all your muscles tensed as tight as guitar strings. Yet again, your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as your lower half thrust into her all on its own.

It was enough to send you over the edge as well as the intense pressure that had been steadily building within you released all at once as if from a broken dam and you let out a roar of your own. Your swollen manhood threatened to burst at the seams yet again as rope after rope of hot cum let loose into her waiting depths. Her inner muscles pulsated against your cock, milking you for all you were worth and leaving not a single drop of your spunk untouched.

With a noise that was half-way between a roar and a sigh, the massive tigress rolled off of you and onto her side, her tongue hanging from lazily form her mouth as she panted from the exertion. You were not far behind her as you struggled to catch your breath.

Your discomfort was soon forgotten as wave after wave of warmth, relaxation and contentment bathed over you, only helped by the feeling of the soft, furry body that lay at your side. Then, as if by instinct, you reached over to Yara, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into a hug, which she eagerly returned.

Lying there in her arms, you began to question if what you felt right then and there was even real.

It was almost too good to be true.

Here you were, lying on the wrestling room floor, in the arms of the former school bully.

Yet all at once, you felt loved, you felt desired, you felt needed, you felt appreciated…

You felt safe.

Safer than you had been most of your life, let alone here at school.

Though it might not have been done the way she had intended it, Yara had already made good on her promise.

She had opened up to you, she wanted to be there for you as more than a friend.

What you thought was going to be the worst night of your life had turned into one of the best nights of your life, and you had her to thank for it.

The two of you lay on the cold vinyl floor for many long minutes, content in each others embrace, the tigress's ample chest heaving lightly against yours with each breath. All you wanted to do was enjoy each other's presence, nothing else mattered in the world. Not how late it was, not the fear of getting caught, nothing. All that mattered was you were with her and she was with you.

After a long moment, the massive tigress finally opened her eyes and, with a light giggle, pressed her thin, sticky lips against yours, demanding her rough tongue gently demanding entry into your mouth yet again. You eagerly returned her the kiss, despite your weakened state, your tongues lazily vying for dominance in each others' mouths.

Moments later, you broke the kiss for lack of air, and stared into Yara's aquamarine orbs, utterly lost in the beauty she'd just revealed to you.

“How you doin', sweetie…?" She groaned comfortably.

“…amazing…you're amazing…" was all you could think to say in your state of bliss.

“Heh, back at you. The way you took charge back there, right as I was losing it, it was hot as shit. You weren't bullshitting me about that being your first time, were you?" she giggled, smiling warmly at you.

“No, but…it doesn't mean I didn't like…have fantasies about what I would do my first time."

“Haha, you perv…"

It was at that moment your rational mind rudely barged in and snapped you out of your contentment and a thought ran through your mind, heightening your anxiety.

“Do you think anyone heard us?"

“Heh, guess I did kinda lose it back there, I did warn you about what happens when I get…excited. We should probably take this party to the parking lot."

Within minutes, both of you were fully dressed and out of the gym, sitting next to each other on the cold, metallic hood of her car as the wind lightly blew through the shadowy parking lot behind the school.

“So…what do we do about this?" you asked after a long silence.

“What do you mean?"

“Like, how are we going to face anyone at school tomorrow. People are going to talk, you know that."

“So? Fuck 'em. I don't care what they say, not anymore," she replied nonchalantly.

“Unless, you're having second thoughts…?" She asked, a cold sliver of anxiety snaking her way into her tone as she looked to you for reassurance.

For a moment, you felt like a deer in headlights. This was your one chance to back out of it, to let things go back to normal and not have to explain how in the name of hell a massive anthro-tigress had become your girlfriend overnight.

However, as strange and difficult as you knew the road ahead would be, you were convinced that the benefit of continuing down this path was much better than any risk would be. But, it occurred to you that the responsibility went both ways. It would be your job, your honor to make her feel loved, attractive and worthwhile as you saw her. It wasn't that she needed 'fixing'. You knew she was perfectly capable of fixing herself, however you knew your actions would have a huge influence on how she felt. You decided to show her rather than tell her.

You reached over, pulling her face to yours and pulled her into a kiss, putting as much intensity behind it as you could muster. For some reason, she seemed surprised at first, but then eagerly returned the kiss before you broke it abruptly to talk to her.

“No, not at all. It's just…it's going to be tough, there's going to be a lot of prying eyes on us for a while and…I know they're not really your friends, but I don't think Rey, Davina and Brynn are going to accept me as your boyfriend…"

“And your friends aren't going to accept me either, right?" She asked, dissapointment and cold realization beginning to sink into her tone.

“Well…at least not at first. I mean, I'm a human and they accepted me, so there's that. But…like holding hands in the halls might be a little much for them at first."

A long beat passed as the massive tigress locked herself into a pensive expression for a moment before letting out a scoff.

“Ok, if it makes you happy, here's what we do: Tomorrow, when I get to school, I'll tell them you put up a good fight, so I decided to make you my bitch."

“What?!"

“Wait, hear me out. I'm only saying this so they'll accept you being around me more often. I swear to the gods, no bullying, no insults, no bullshit of any kind. I ain't gonna tolerate it from them either. One of them even looks at you funny again they've got to answer to me," she explained, a gruff expression finding its way onto her face to emphasize her point.

“So, we've got to hang out with them more often…?" you said, a hint of dread coming into your tone.

“Heh, naw, I've had enough of their shit. That's just phase one of the plan. Phase two involves your friends."

“My friends? What about them?"

“Well, like you said it's gonna take a while for them to warm up to me so…I think I'll give this anime club thing a try."

The thought of it was so shocking it made you do a double-take.

Granted, you wanted more than anything to share your interests with her, but the thought of it was so absurd that your brain failed miserably to process it.

“Wait…you want to come with me to anime club?"

“Why not? It's a little weird, but I figure hanging around good people people might be good for me, besides they're your friends, so they gotta be alright, eh?"

“Besides, somehow, I think they might learn to like me…" she trailed off before sliding off the hood and opening up the rear door of her car. Bending over, she reached in and, to your amazement, produced a large black t-shirt emblazened with the main characters of the magical girl parody you had spent your club time watching earlier.

“I've had it for a long time, just never wore it out in public all that much…"

It was so overwhelmingly crazy you couldn't stop yourself and a massive laugh of delight and disbelief blasted from your chest as your mind struggled to comprehend this amazing stroke of luck.

“You've got to be kidding, don't tell me you watch it too!"

“Haha! It's funny as shit!" She laughed back, hardly believing herself that she was actually geeking out with you.

“I told you, sometimes I really just want to be myself and nerd out a little. I…I finally feel confident enough to do that with someone now. I guess I'm just lucky that someone turned out to be so cute…" She trailed off, a loving smile wide on her face.

Your heart felt it was going to burst. Suddenly, all the problems of tomorrow faded away into oblivion again. They would be there tomorrow, but for now, you were here with a beautiful girl whom you had far more in common with than you thought. You were convinced that every sidelong look, every whisper from passersby, every awkward comment from your friends about your choice of girlfriends would be worth it. You wouldn't find another like Yara, not if you looked for a hundred years.

Instintively, you jumped off the hood of the car and rushed over to Yara as the tigress dropped the shirt back in the car and lifted you up into the air with her massive arms. Once again, she pulled you close into a warm coccon of muscle and fur as your lips met in a loving kiss.

For the first time since coming to school, you knew you were going to be just fine.

—-

The drab grey walls of the room the anime club used for screenings seemed a little bit brighter the following day as you strode in with Astrid and Wyatt, taking your seats in front of the massive projector screen at the front of the room along with the other twelve members of the club.

“So, wait, nothing happened, she didn't hurt you?" Wyatt asked incredulously.

“Jeez, sorry to disappoint you…" you retorted sarcastically.

“Come on, of course I'm glad your alive but what made her change her mind?"

“Well…"

“You're been walking around all day like you just won the lottery or something, what happened last night?" Astrid echoed.

Suddenly the door flung open with a loud thump that made everyone in the room jump to attention. All eyes slowly turned around and the air was sucked out of the room as they gazed upon the massive anthro-tigress strode confidently into the room. The black t-shirt she had shown you last night accentuated the curves of her torso, and the print on the front stretched out over her ample bosom.

“Am I late?" she asked no one in particular.

A deafening pall of silence hung about the room as Yara's eyes scanned each face for a hint of a reaction.

“Hmph, don't everybody welcome me at once," she muttered, a glint of disappointment in her tone.

As she strode over to where the three of you were sitting, the anthro deer and wolf next to you stared upwards at her, their jaws slack and their eyes as wide as saucers.

“Uhhh…did uhh…you get the wrong-“ Astrid began.

“Hey, cutie," Yara said, parking her massive frame in the seat next to yours and planting a peck on your cheek.

You were amazed to find you were not embarrassed at all and returned her gesture with a grin. However, it didn't take long to sense the eleven pairs of eyes that were now casting their white hot gazes of disbelief in your direction.

“Wha…wha…?" Astrid spluttered, her mind utterly broken by what had just happened.

You let out a sigh as you returned the anthro-deer's confusion with a nervous smile.

It seemed that Yara had decided to fast-forward phase two of her plan.

Great…