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Chapter 7: Claw Setting

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With a few questions asked by Doctor Karl and Officer Wright for clarification on details, the young man narrated his experience with the Ruby Suit and the tigress Toffee.

Around six pm after the park was closed to visitors James was scheduled to do some maintenance work in one of the primate exhibits. Normally any repairs in an enclosure would necessitate removing all the animal occupants. Or at the very least it would require additional staff to monitor and control the animals. With the Ruby Suit and the minor nature of the repair to a wooden support James was permitted to work alone. He was experienced with the suit and with the animals so his supervisor decided there was no risk to him and low risk to the primates.

James stripped his clothing and donned the Ruby Suit in a staff-only room adjacent to the butterfly enclosure. He had been intending to walk the short distance from there to the primates. About half way along the way he’d been distracted by an unusual scent. It was something like roses and paprika, heavy but not cloying, and it was quite intoxicating. Following the scent detoured James toward the secondary tiger enclosure. In-season tigresses spend a week or so away from the male tigers if they’re fertile but not being bred. Toffee, the Siberian tigress, was young at three years old and hadn’t been mated before. Probably she would be bred to the tigers in a few more months if she was receptive. But for this oestrous cycle she was being pampered away from the boys.

Driven by maddening pheromones swirling through his head James entered the smaller enclosure and approached the tigress. Toffee was a fearsome golden goddess. She weight more than twice James’ weight. Her pelt was rich gold with black stripes over her back and flanks, lightening to white with black stripes on her belly, chest and over her eye-ridges. Initially the tigress ignored the young man – she was trained not to attack handlers entering her cage although usually they weren’t naked. Toffee lay on her side languidly watching the young man. Her tail twitched a few times but she blinked slowly and unconcerned.

The heady aroma was emanating from the rear of the beast. James circled around and cautiously approached the tigress. Insistent vibrations from the suit combined with the odours of the Tigress made James desperately aroused. He dropped low, practically crawling toward the source of the irresistible miasma – Toffee’s vulva.

The tigress raised her head to watch the circling man. Her tail flicked more insistently as he approached her rear. When James’ nose touched her vulva the tigress leapt up, twisting in the air to face the youth. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, staring directly at the man and her tail flicked angrily side to side. James froze, recognizing the aggressive stance of the beast who was moments away from attacking. He desperately hoped everything he’d heard about the invulnerability of the Ruby Suit was true because he was certain Toffee was about to pounce.

But she sniffed the air, whiskers twitching forward. The tigress’ expression softened - her staring eyes blinked slowly to half-closed while her tail slowed its angry sweeping and instead raised, stilled. From her throat Toffee made repeated ‘chuffing’ sounds of a receptive tigress. Then she stepped aside, inviting James walk past her.

With a gasp of relief that he wasn’t dead the young man slowly passed the tigress. He mimicked her gradual, non-threatening blinks and casual glances away. All the while his heart pounded in his chest with a mixture of terror and eager excitement. Again he lowered himself to a crawl to sniff at the tigress’ rear. This time she flagged her tail to the side, exposing her vulva. Around her entrance the fur was white but the swollen mound was dark with an inviting pink centre. Pheromones poured from her cleft in powerful waves making his cock ache with need. As best as he could mimic a tiger, he made a low yowl and chuffed a reply. Immediately Toffee dropped to the ground, stretching her rear legs backward. Her position tilted her hips so her needy vulva pointed slightly upward.

It was a profoundly awkward position for the young man as he attempted to align his penis with the tigress’ vulva. He squatted with one leg either side of the beast’s thick thighs. When he held his penis to point it more downward he realized with a start the texture of his shaft had changed. Or rather, the texture of the glittered material of his suit had become textured with slightly raised nodules. Tiny rigid spines pointed back from each pink nodule toward the root of his penis. Ribbed for her pleasure, spiked for her orgasm… the mad thought swirled in his pheromone-hazed mind.

At first her entrance was tight around the blunt head of his circumcised penis. But she loosened as he penetrated, and yet further in her passage tightened again. She was unable to take his entire length, but the warm tight passage was more than stimulating enough to quickly bring James close to climax. This was the tigress’ first mating – until James had penetrated her she’d been a virgin like him. Knowing he was her first lover somehow made the encounter even more erotic.

He leaned over Toffee to reach forward and grasped one hand into the skin and fur on the back of her neck, pulling back in the way a male tiger would bite and hold his conquest. He’d been expecting her fur to be soft, plush, but it was more coarse like horse-hair. Like a tiger he hunched his hips forward with quick, staccato thrusts of his penis as deep as she could take him. Toffee yowled in protest but didn’t attempt to escape.

Within seconds he felt the pangs of impending release firing in his groin. With a loud yowl he pushed as deeply into the narrow channel as possible before spurting his release into the virgin tiger. Toffee answered his cry with a yowl of her own, clenching her vagina muscles around his penis. Together the lovers consummated their virginity loss in yowls and panting grunts.

When the young man eventually pulled out the tigress yelped. Then she turned, snarling and snapped her jaws, swatting a saucer-sized paw at James. He scrabbled backward away from the beast. Toffee flumped over sideways then rolled so she was belly upward. She wriggled her back in the sticks and dirt of the enclosure floor. A dribble of white oozed from the dark cleft of the tiger’s vulva. My semen… my god I just fucked a tiger… James thought.

Slowly, cautiously, he stood and backed away toward the enclosure’s exit. Barely daring to take his eyes off the tigress he manipulated the secure latch. He stepped through the first sturdy door, latching it again before opening the outer door. Moments after he stood outside the enclosure the Ruby Suit erupted from his skin, reforming a faceted globe which thumped to the concrete path.

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“Hold up… hold up…” interrupted Doctor Karl. “Are you saying the suit didn’t separate from you at the moment you ejaculated?”

“No. Definitely. Gods, that would have been terrifying!” confirmed James. “It wasn’t until I was standing outside the enclosure with both doors secured that the suit fell off. Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“No. Well, I don’t think so,” said the scientist. “In every other encounter with the dogs and horses the suits de-integrated at the exact moment of orgasm. I think that tells us something very important about the nature of the suit. While you were still in a dangerous situation the suit remained protective. But as soon as you were safe the suit disrobed.”

“That’s a good thing though, right?” said James.

“Oh, absolutely. James, you’ve been enormously helpful.” Doctor Karl and Officer Wright stood. “You’re welcome to go if you like. We really appreciate your honesty and candid recounting of your time with the tiger. If you’re interested you’re welcome to meet some of the other scientists on the project. I’m certain they’d love to talk to you about your experience. You’re something of a celebrity – anyone can fuck a dog or a horse. Only a superhero can have sex with a tigress and tell the tale.”

“Heh. Well, fine. Is it okay if I phone my mum first and let her know I’m okay?” asked the young man. “I think I scared her a bit when I said I was being escorted to secret military location.”

“No problem,” said Officer Wright. “You might want to skip the part about being in a room with a couple of dog-fuckers, though.”

Back in the conference room the Doctor Chand and Doctor Ash were very pleased to meet the young man. They sat around the conference desk and peppered him with questions about his encounter. All the scientists were fascinated by the notion the suit had delayed de-integration until the youth was safely outside the tiger’s enclosure. And they were amazed by his telling how the suit had adjusted its texture to more simulate a tiger’s penis. James mentioned it was the barbs on a male tiger’s penis that stimulated the female to ovulate.

“Hmmm… that’s probably important for the production of the additional suit,” speculated Doctor Chand.

“How do you mean,” asked James.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” said Officer Wright. “You’re the proud daddy of a healthy, happy Ruby Suit,” joked the officer.

“Oh. Shit. I got Toffee pregnant?” James blanched and looked like he might pass out.

“Woah there. Not exactly, no,” reassured Doctor Karl. “We don’t yet know how, exactly. But sometimes when a person wearing one of the artefacts mates with an animal a copy of the suit results. I created a new Diamond Suit by mating with a dog. Someone else created another suit by mating with a horse. Your action of mating with the tigress while wearing the Ruby Suit made another Ruby Suit,” he explained.

“I guess I see,” responded James dubiously.

Doctor Ash noted another important point, “Semen was ejaculated through the Ruby Suit. This is the very first example we’ve had of a human excretion of any sort passing through the barrier of the suit. You mentioned you saw your semen leaking from the tigress’ vulva after mating – can you confirm that?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Definitely. I mean, we’d just had sex and there she was, laying back and my cum was dribbling from her. I remember thinking I’d put that there, that I’d fucked her and right there was the evidence. So, yeah, definitely,” confirmed the young man.

“That’s simply astounding,” said Doctor Ash. “The suit allowed normal ejaculation, and didn’t disrobe. And we think it’s because you were mating in a hazardous environment.”

Doctor Karl spoke up, “I was aware the suit wouldn’t allow disrobing in a hazardous environment. When I was doing the deep water recovery I experimentally tried to stroke my penis but the suit resisted.”

“You tried to remove the suit while you were kilometres under the ocean?” asked Doctor Ash with disbelief.

“Uh, well not exactly. I mean the suit made me really horny and I was just, you know, experimenting,” said Doctor Karl guiltily.

“As Robin Williams eloquently put it: God gave man a dick and a brain and only enough blood to run one at a time.” Doctor Chand shook her head with incredulity. She redirected the conversation, “Of course this leads to a bigger problem. Where do we find a couple of tiger lovers willing to have sex while wearing the suits? Mister Blake, I don’t suppose by some miraculous coincidence you have a boyfriend who is also into tigers?”

“No… no I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not gay,” said the young man. “Well… I guess I’m sortof bi-sexual. I guess… I haven’t had a girlfriend either.”

“What is it with all these virgins?” exclaimed a frustrated Doctor Chand. “Weren’t we all messing about with our schoolmates when we were young?”

“But…” the youth continued, “I might know someone else. When I’m on day duties I liked to hang out near the tiger enclosure. Often an artist guy sits across from the fences and sketches the tigers. I mean, lots of people do that – they come to the zoo and just sit and sketch the animals. But I got to chatting with this guy a few times. His sketches were more, ah, sexual than most. Like, he’d draw incredibly detailed fine pencil work of a tiger’s penis and scrotum. Or he’d have a beautiful picture of Toffee laying on her back, sunning herself. But with forced perspective so her vulva was the focal point of the work. We both agreed tigers are sexier than people – kinda sorta joking but not really, like, you know? I’ve never been brave enough to ask him out, though.”

“Officer Wright, how do you feel about being assigned official Wingman duty for this young man and see if you can get him a date with this artist?” asked Doctor Chand.

“Sure,” the officer agreed, “But shouldn’t you ask Mister Blake here if he’s willing to have sex with another man while wearing the Ruby Suit. Not everyone is a randy bugger like me and Leon.”

“Uh, I guess?” James cautiously agreed. “I mean, if Phil – the artist – is keen as well. But, uh, not on the first date.”

“He can screw a tiger on the first date but not a human,” sighed Doctor Chand melodramatically. “Oh, Leon… Check your emails before you head off. There’s an article about the Geneva power project. They’re already doing preliminary commissioning testing.”

Doctor Karl looked impressed. “Really? That was quick. It’s amazing what you can achieve with unlimited funding.”

“Indeed,” sighed Doctor Chand. “To be fair they didn’t have to build from scratch. Another accelerator project in progress was re-purposed.”

“Thanks. I’ll write a scathing article about broader investment in general science, rather than these intensely focussed, big-risk projects.”