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It was a dark time on Earth. Most human compassion had turned cold, pretty much like the ever shifting weather patterns due to global climate change.

Human greed had turned the world into something horrible, corrupt and vile with slavery having reared its ugly head once again, though under a different guise.

Extinct animals were now cloned, their dna twisted and altered into human shapes for sale on the slave market. Most were treated cruelly, given little thought to their wellbeing and feelings.

One however had found it in her to run away from her master after a beating for accidentally damaging an antique.

She was a pretty little thing, well, underneath the welts, bumps and marks from her beating.

She was like a lot of others, engineered to be slender and meek. A girl who had tiger fur, a pleasing figure and a tail just above her shapely rear. Like most, her legs were bipedal, making running a bit hard with the shape and a small human/feline hybrid muzzle with a cute feline nose and amber eyes made up her look.

“Hey lookie here, I bet if we take this kitty in and clean her up good she will fetch a good price on the market," a group of thuggish looking men had happened upon where she was hiding as she sat in the corner of an alleyway in nothing but her short fur with the day darkening, the others grinning or chuckling as their leader dragged her out.

“No, please leave me alone! I don't want to be a slave anymore! Ah!" She cried as the large, burly thug hit her across an already swollen eye.

“Tut, tut. Animals don't speak, they go meow meow, or bark bark. Now meow kitty or we can skin the fur off you and cut your tail off if you want to look like a human?"

With that he flicked a wicked looking knife out, her amber eyes tearing up and wide with fright.

“N-no! Please! Won't someone help me?!" she cried out, only for people to glance down the alley but move on. The local populace were unwilling to risk their lives for a fur slave after all.

“Hehe, what's it going to be? You going to behave like the animal you are huh?" he laughed with the others joining in.

The laughter was abruptly cut short though when a large fist connected with the side of his head, sending him flying sideways.

“Who the hell?!" a thin, lanky thug said as he whipped out a knife.

“You people...you call them animals. Yet all I see is a woman begging for help and to be spared. You people...all of you put animals in a good light by comparison!" His voice was deep, menacing in his anger.

Towering over most people at 6'6ft, a man stood before the group, as the people walking by seemed to shy away from his presence. He had a handsome, asian hybrid face, angular and almost scholarly by design, further enhanced by the small, wire frame glasses he wore and long hair he wore in an elegant ponytail. But below all that was vastly different.

His shoulders were strong and broad, his arms, even under his long sleeved green shirt, rippled with muscle and his hands spoke of a long time fending for himself. Even the baggy trousers couldn't fully hide his strong legs and at both his wrists and ankles he wore what looked like training weights.

“Y-you! You're the one they know as Long the Mountain Hermit. Piss off back to your hut freak, you don't belong here!" the thug said, trying not to be intimidated by him, although his shaking knife hand spoke otherwise.

“Clearly, if I had all the means to live I would have no desire to set foot among you people. You all make me sick, how blind and twisted people have become. Now if you don't mind, I will take this poor, young lady with me," he said, making to reach out for the tiger girl.

“Not so fast chump!" the lanky thug cried out as his knife flashed outward, only for Long to catch his wrist.

“You don't...want...to make me angry," he said, his voice quickly turning into a growl as his eyes bored into his over his glasses, cold and merciless before with a clench of his hand, Long snapped his wrist like a toy with a scream of pain.

As the thug dropped the knife and scrambled away, Long yanked the girl round behind his back. “Keep behind me," he whispered before loosening his weights, letting them fall to the floor with a loud thud.

“Y-you think you can intimidate us with that show?" a burly thug said as he tried lifting the weight up with one hand, before with a grunt managed to with two. Barely though before dropping it, marking the floor again.

“Back down and you can slink away with your bones intact," he said, folding his hands behind his back.

“You think you're such hot stu-ugh!" the thug who tried to pick his weight up before charged him, only to receive a kick that sent him hurtling across the ground, leaving bloody smears in his wake.

The rest lost their nerve and fled, vowing he'll get a knife in the back one day from them.

“Well that was mildly unpleasant," he muttered, bending down to place his weights back on his limbs before straightening up, only to find the tiger girl clinging tight to him.

“Please...please," she whimpered, trembling against him in fright, her tiger like ears flat against her furred head.

A deep sigh sounded from him before he scooped her up as though she weighed nothing at all.

“Okay...you can stay with me. For now," he said, glancing around, daring anyone stupid enough to further impede his way before walking out of the alleyway and taking her out of town and towards the mountains.

“Hey that isn't your property to take, I should phone the police," a fat, swarthy looking man said to Long before he received a fierce glare from the muscled man.

“Waddle off...before I use you as an extra large ball to kick around," he said, his words so cold and angry it was a wonder the air in front did not frost over.

With a frightened yelp, he did just that and waddled off to the safety of the shops. No one else dared challenge him as he made his way out of town, his guest clinging for dear life around his thickly muscled shoulders and neck.

*

The trek was uneventful, very few game was about nowadays and no predators existed anymore to pose a threat.

The path he took was a forgotten one, where the wind had eroded parts of the mountain and path that eventually led into the heart of the rocky fortress. He had commandeered an ex-hunters cabin and turned it into his own home. Here and there fresh patches of wood could be seen from his maintenance.

“There is only one extra room I use to store my materials, I shall clear it out as best I can," he said to the frightened tigress as he made to put her down, only for her arms to tighten around him.

Sighing he forcefully extracted her arms from around him, “If you keep hold, I can't sort out a space for you," he said in a more stern voice, making her flinch before regretting his tone.

Crouching down to her level, he gave her a small smile, his already handsome face was made more so by the gentleness, turning the tigress all shy as she hid her face in her hands, only to find him gently pushing them down.

“Its okay, your safe here," he said, his voice deep yet soft.

Giving a shakey nod, Long gave her some space. Obviously the poor thing was not used to human kindness...a rarity in any event these days.

Unstrapping his backpack, he let it fall to the floor with a gentle thud before sorting out the preserved food, water as well as other fluids.

“I know you probably grew up with modern conveniences, but here there is none of that. I use a gas bottle for cooking and that is about it besides my books," he said, gesturing to one side that had been turned into a library. “Now I think about it, do you even know how to read, or do they not…"

“Thank you," she said in a meek, high tone, cutting him off as she seemed to suddenly managed to find her voice.

Silence hung between them both as Long, for the first time he could remember, was lost for words. He had never imagined her voice to carry such a soft and gentle quality to it.

“I am not very strong...but I am happy to serve you as my new master. I can cook and clean, sew and stitch, and I'm very good at sex...should master require it?"

“No!" Long just about shouted, his temper rising, but it was directed at the sick people who made poor creatures like this. “I am not your master, and I will never, ever force myself upon you. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need, but never call me that. I am nothing like those...people," he said in a tone of venom. Right there and then, it looked like he would have tried tearing his skin off to be anything but human. He clenched his strong hands into fists, trying to master his temper, breathing deeply before opening his dark eyes once again.

“My apologies I'm-I am not used to company," he said before leaving what he was doing and heading to the door. “Please make yourself comfortable, I need some space to think," he said, walking out of the door without even waiting for her reply.

She made as though to reply but too late, he was gone and she was left to her own devices.

Unsure of what else to do with her time she began searching for materials around the dilapidated dwelling.

*

Putting some distance between his cabin and her, Long made his way towards a hidden little alcove tucked into the mountains where there was the odd shrubbery, some trees and water and the rare bit of wildlife.

This was his special place, a place he felt he could be how he truly felt.

Standing there after taking his glasses off, he focussed on his breathing, going from laboured to deep, focussed breaths. The sound of the gently trickling stream nearby resonated within him. The odd chirping bird that came to collect some vegetation for a nest sounded as he let the sounds of nature soothe him, settling into a trance. His form suddenly began crackling with energy, power surged around him, under him, before with a roar, his form transformed into a hulking, seven foot tall tiger beast with the birds scattering in the aftermath.

Standing there, his great, powerful and intimidating muzzle hanging open as he panted, his huge, clawed hands flexed, his furred arms rippled with muscle. It was a good job his clothing was the loose fitting sort.

Tail lashing behind him, he dropped to all fours and ran, putting any human to shame with the speed as he powered up slopes with ease, his tail poking from the waistband flickering as he gave lease to his true self.

Up here he didn't have to worry. Up here, there were legends and tales of monsters and his roar only gave life to the fantasy, keeping people away. The reason why Long was regarded with such fear was because they whispered he lived among the monsters, that he really wasn't human. And that suited him fine for he had no taste for people.

*

It was a good hour before Long returned home as human again, having worn out his transformation for it required a good amount of his own energy. He, tired but feeling a peace glow inside himself, he was unprepared for seeing the form of the little tiger slave he had rescued, having forgotten about her until just now.

The cabin looked tidier than it ever had been, the clutter of tools and wood were neatly stacked, and a clean floor greeted him, the girl having swept it with an old broom.

“Welcome home mast-Long," she quickly changed mid-word, not wanting him to be angry.

“I thought," he said in restrained exasperation, “I told you to rest up?"

“I'm sorry master...I couldn't fight my conditioning," the poor tigress said with a submissive bow of her head, as though expecting to be struck for disobeying.

Shaking his head in exasperation, Long took his glasses off to drag a large hand down his smooth features.

“I am not going to hit you, besides, we are more alike than you realise," he said as he ignored her near slip of tongue.

Approaching her, she cowered before his intimidating form before he scooped her up and marched to his simple wooden cot, large enough for two and built to his specifications by his own two hands.

Holding her with one arm, he kicked his shoes off and placed her inside his bed.

“Wh-what? I can't sleep with you, it is forbidden," she whimpered, her body quivering at the alien feeling of being treated like this.

Ignoring her again, he stripped his kung fu outfit off, followed by his shoes and socks leaving him just in a vest and boxers, both of which seemed to hang off him at odd angles.

Climbing in, she made to shoot out to allow him in when he whipped a restraining hand out, clasping her tail and yanked her back to press against his form with a cry from the girl.

The tigress girl trembled violently, scared and unsure of what to make of this. Everything she had experienced from humans was of servitude and use after all. Kindness and reasoning was something alien to her. But then she felt a hand rest on top of her head, gently teasing behind her ears and those same, rough hands running gently over her head and to her nape again, and again, and again until she started to go limp against him.

“I did a good bit of thinking whilst I was out...and I decided, I won't abandon you. I have taken you under my wing, and now I will make sure you stay safe," he said in a deep, gentle tone.

Her great, amber eyes looked up at him in a question, but she held her tongue as a deep lethargy overtook her. “Furthermore, you need a name. You are a living creature, not an object. So until you figure your own name I came up with one for you," he said, his strong fingers trailing through her headfur in small circles. “So goodnight, Felicia," he said, his gentle voice and steady heartbeat acting as a lullaby that carried her off to sleep.

*

The next couple of weeks proved to be a trial, for both of them. Long was a hermit, and used to living life by his rules and not dealing with other people, human or otherwise. It was something he had to adapt and adjust to, not to mention the amount of patience he had to pull from thin air so as not to blow off. More than a few times he had to go to his place deep in the mountains in the middle of the night, just to refocus himself.

Felicia couldn't understand the notion of being given a name to start with, she had always been a tool so she assumed he was claiming her as his servant first of all. But after days upon days of him stressing he had no intention and he was giving her a name to free her, she relented eventually that she wasn't his possession, but couldn't drop certain attitudes of servitude.

And then...the real work began.

He started training her, believing her tiger DNA would allow her to adapt and grow strong fast, but he was wrong. Very wrong.

She had stamina yes, but it was like they had engineered the inherent strength out of her. She could hardly do anything that required much strength no matter how much he pushed her or worked her over.

“Nine...t-teeen!" Felicia gasped into the push-up before collapsing as onto her front, panting hard for breath. Meanwhile next to her Long was doing...well she didn't know, she had lost count whilst watching before starting on her own but he was past 100 push ups, must be onto 200 by now.

Trying to push herself up with shaking arms, she cried and slipped back onto her front with her limbs splayed in an undignified fashion.

Giving a look of mild annoyance, Long stopped in his own workout before picking her up in his sweaty arms.

“I-I'm sorry...I can't build any strength up," Felicia whimpered, her tail hanging low and eyes wide and tearful.

“You don't have to be sorry...I suspect when the humans engineered you, they made sure to engineer you in a way so as to have little to fight back with as possible," he said before gently placing her on his bed again, which had also become her bed since living with him. Even though there was a spare he had grown used to having someone fall asleep next to him

Gently grabbing her hand, he pressed against the tips in a motion that would bare the claws, only for nothing to happen, though Felicia couldn't help but squirm in a mixture of emotions his touch provoked before he let got of her hand.

“They even made sure you would be born without claws or the strong muzzle to put pressure behind your bite," his voice turned more into a growl of anger as his large hand clenched into a tight fist, shaking with anger at what they had robbed her of.

Felicia looked off into the distance, unsure what to say. She tried not to look at him as her master, he had treated her a lot better than her last, but he was so intimidating she couldn't help but want to be submissive to his will. In fact it was his strength of will keeping her conditioning in check in the first place.

“Long...you talk about the humans like you are not one of them any more. But you are aren't you? So why are you so different? You look human but smell...well, like me," she put meekly, fearing he'd scold her for relating him to herself.

To her surprise he just smiled, “Well...you see, the thing about that is," he started before his door was suddenly smashed open.

“What?!" He cried out before a dart thudded into his neck.

Extracting it, he saw the fluid drip from the needle before the world began to spin.

A brute barged in, pushing him over as he toppled, his body turning lethargic as the dart did its work.

“Don't bother fighting it," a smooth voice sounded, sounding slurred by the drug before a man in a navy blue and silver laced suit stepped into his vision. “See, you took my plaything, and she must be suitably punished so she will never try such an act again. So I got my men to tear down something of your own."

He stood up, his angular face a mask of calm before clicking his fingers, his goons charging in through the door and began tearing down cupboards and doors, punching holes in the weakened walls that were patched up.

“See, the typical person may well be afraid of you, but you in reality are nothing more than an animal wearing a human guise. I used to be well into the hunting game myself until we ran out of trophies and parts to sell, now I make my living in the exotic fur trade. My pet will either fall in line...or I may have to make a special new rug out of her hide. Either way, she does not belong to you and if you are smart, you will leave this area and never show your face again."

With another click of his fingers, two men rushed to grab the trembling tiger girl with a cry as she was carried off.

“No! Long! Loooooooong!" She cried before the dull thud of a fist into her skull silenced her.

*

By the time Long was able to move and feeling had returned to him, he huddled into a weak ball as his body was dangerously close to frostbite, the snow filtering through the holes the thugs had made in roof.

Then the thought of Felicia took root in his mind, whatever that tyrant had in mind for her wasn't going to be nice. They only saw as an object, a possession created by humans to satisfy their needs.

His hands balled into a fist, he forced his cold, lethargic limbs to uncurl, anger helping to stave off the cold and slowly, wobbly, stood up.

He knew what he had to do, it was time for the town to get acquainted with the monster of the mountains.

Summoning his focus, his body bathed in the glow of his transformation before with a roar of anger, he set upon the town below the mountain.

*

Long shifted back into his human shape in order to question where this 'Fur trader' lived. Having cooled on his mad, downhill charge, he rationalised it would make searching for her a lot harder if the whole town was out for blood,

Eventually he found someone who knew and told him it was at the outer edge of town. Perfect, he'd have no choice but to take the main streets out of town, leaving himself exposed.

As he made his way towards the richer side of town, where there was actually the odd bit of greenery instead of just the drab grey and metal of modern towns. He was surprised he didn't encounter anyone hostile until he came to the traders giant, double automatic gates where all his goons were lined up the other side of the gate.

“Well lookie here, and there we thought we had made the message clear for you to get out of town," the one who had darted him before said with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Aw what's the matter? Still feeling a bit tired from that drug? Pity you're such a big man otherwise you might have never woken up, but you came here for nothing see, you're now attempting to trespass and as Mr Rio's hired guard, we are obligated and, may I add, privileged, to use firearms."

The large brute had a large, stocky, black machine gun of military grade with the rest had your standard calibre pistols, already bringing the weapons out in their eagerness for some violence.

Quickly regaining his composure, Long didn't bother with wasting words as he ran at the gate and, using the bars, managed to jump up and over the 10 foot gate, just clearing the spikes as part of his clothing ripped and focussed on his change so that when he landed, he was his seven foot tall, snarling tiger form.

All the men, even the few birds still about, seemed to go quiet with what they saw.

Using the surprise to his advantage, Long shot forward towards the thug, putting his face within biting distance and gripped the barrel of the gun. Growling low and menacing, he bent the barrel up towards the sky with a creak and bared his now sharp, strong and menacing teeth.

He just stood there, mouth slack as he stared in disbelief first to the barrel that was close to aiming at himself, and then the hulking beast in front of him. Coming to his sense, he backed off with a yell, scrabbling until his back was up against the manor wall.

With cries of alarm the rest of the goon squad opened fire, but to Long it was as though they were in slow motion.

Raising his foot up, he slammed a huge paw into his fist as his foot hit the ground, a shockwave of energy erupted and slammed into the group, sending the bullets and their owners flying every direction with rattling the doors and windows of the manor. Crouching down, he charged the oak doors to the large manor in the courtyard.

Lunging hands first at the door, he smashed the reinforced wood like it was nothing before pausing in the entrance, spotted ears turning this way and that as he listened intently.

And then he heard it, voices coming from where he assumed the lounge to be.

“N-no!" he heard as he rushed towards the sound of Felicia's voice, “I am not an object, I am my own person. And I bet Long will make you sor-*smack* her words were cut off with an abrupt impact.

His blood boiled and as he made it into the room, he saw the trader known as Rio stood with his arm around her neck and a gun at her head, ready to threaten Long into surrendering.

What a surprise they got when they saw a snarling, hulking tiger on two paws glaring at Rio with murder in his amber eyes.

Instead of threats, a stunned silence hung over as the remaining henchmen, Rio and Felicia stared as one before the tiger girl recognised the clothing that wrapped his form up.

“L-Long?" she whispered, her eyes turning from fright to determined courage, biting the arm around her neck and stamped his foot.

With a surprised cry, he let her go before she elbowed him in the chest and hid under the large desk in the room.

And then the room exploded in chaos.

The rest of Rio's reserve goons poured on in from the hallways and courtyard, with Rio himself firing the first shot before the rest opened up, but there seemed to be no way to pin the giant Tiger-man down. He dodged bullet after bullet with ease, moving too fast for them to get a proper fix on; it was as though he were made out of energy and just weaved around the deadly projectiles.

Springing upwards for the chandelier he carried the momentum and launched himself off, spinning and twisting as he avoided more bullets and sliced two across the neck with his foot claws, bringing his hands to curl into fists he used the momentum to carry through a vicious double strike, sending two others flying across to smash into the rest with a groan.

Landing and turning around, he saw Rio with his hand trembling, pointing the gun straight at him. He squeezed the trigger...but was out of bullets as the chamber clicked.

Eyes wide in alarm the human made to dash for his last trump card to hold Felicia hostage, but before he could round the desk a large, furred fist smashed into his skull as Long easily beat him to it.

Before he could crumple, Long grabbed him by the scrawny neck and lifted him off the floor.

“B-beast!" He cried with a trickle of blood running from his mouth from the heavy hit, “so you must be natures champion are you? Come to claim revenge for all we have done? You are not real, you can't be!" He laughed hysterically as the blood ran down his neck.

Deciding he wasn't worth his time, he dropped him to the floor in a heap and turned to see to Felicia, only to see her having braved to crawl out from under the desk, staring with hatred towards her abusive master.

Her jaw clenched and little hands formed fists, her mouth opened twice, only for words to fail her, so instead she just spat at Rio before turning on her heel to face Long.

“I knew you'd come for me...Long," she hiccuped with her amber eyes shining bright with tears, running to streak her furred face.

Wrapping his arms around her form, Long sighed heavily, his already tired body feeling ready to collapse. Allowing his form to dissolve back into his human state, Felicia slipped up him as her head went from around belly button level to chest level.

“Lets go home," he whispered in her spotted ear before a sudden click caught their attention.

Whipping his head round, Long saw to his horror that Rio had used their distraction to crawl and grab at a fallen goons gun, aiming it squarely towards them both with a trembling hand.

“You two freaks can go home...TO HELL!" He cried as he squeezed the trigger.

He wasn't fast enough to stop him as a human, the only thing Long could do was spin himself to act as a shield for Felicia.

His body jolted as the bullet slammed into his shoulder, his mouth opening up in a cry as pain lanced through him.

“No!" She cried out as she felt the impact against her form before with a soft growl, she tore herself away from Long and flew at Rio as her fury boiled over and, going on instinct that had remained dormant until now, went straight for his neck with her mouth.

She lacked real tiger teeth to tear through, but in his weakened state Rio gasped for breath dropping the gun to try and pry her off, but she remained stubbornly at his neck. Resorting to force, he batted feebly at her head, each strike only making her bite with greater intensity until, with a last, shuddering gasp, he went limp.

The seconds ticked by as she made sure he was dead, eventually releasing him, reached up to rub her aching jaw.

Turning back to Long, she rushed to help him up by his good arm, not that she could do much with his size but just seeing her stand up for him gave Long all the strength he needed.

His arm hanging limply by his side, they both nodded and, using a commandeered coat, covered his wound up to make their way back as discreetly as possible.

*

It had been a good three months since the day of the events, they hadn't dared call in at a hospital or doctors for fear of encountering someone in his pocket. Ones like Rio usually had a few police under their pay.

Felicia, it turned out, was actually a pretty competent doctor and got the bullet without much issue and stitched the wound up after using some medicinal alcohol Long had.

But there was still the issue of repairs to which Long tried to force himself past Felicia to do but in the end, had to give up due to the pain.

The next few weeks gave them ample time to know each other better, to which Long explained how he came to have such power.

“I wasn't well accepted as a child in school, or my home," he explained to her one day in bed, “so I used to run away to an old shrine that used to belong to these mountains. I had taken to self training myself in martial arts in the hope of maybe one day using my skills to help steer humanity back out of this darkness of greed they find themselves in...and I also found a rare book on tigers in the old temple. It was old and tattered, but was readable and became infatuated by them.

And then one day, it just happened. The temple must have been dedicated to them for one day, the meditation took a strong hold and found myself talking with the host of the shrine. Tiger told that it would trust its spirit unto me in case its strength one day wound up in the wrong hands."

Felicia had listened in rapt attention as she cleaned and did her best to make small repairs around what they now called home.

“Wow…" she breathed, “that is something out of myth Long, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it."

The following three months saw quite a change happen in Felicia. When before she couldn't put an ounce of muscle on, she suddenly started to grow; in both character and strength as she helped him more and more. She could even recount a few dreams she had of her talking to the very same tiger spirit and him bestowing his 'little cousin' a portion of its strength to repair the damage done by the humans to her.

By the time Long had full use of his arm, she had repaired the ceiling and most of the furniture and during his lack of exercise, he had taught her a bit about what he learned in martial arts which she took to quite well, practicing on a daily basis when not busy tending to Long or the cabin.

“Ahhhh!" Long groaned as he worked his stiff arm, free finally of the sling as the joints creaked and popped. The muscle had lessened over the months of disuse but he'd build it back up. “It's good to have full use of my arm again," he moaned, having woken up from another nap. He'd got into some bad habits since having Felicia running nearly everything, he'd have to remedy that too. “What you fall out of when out of action," he mumbled, noticing she wasn't around.

Giving a wry smile, he made himself a hot drink as he put the gas stove on the counter. “Things have changed a lot...I never thought I'd miss someone so much. Or that it would feel so empty or alone without her chattering," he said to himself, his smile turning true as he reflected he wasn't the only one who had changed.

The door opened and a small, hooded figure trooped in, a bulging backpack strapped to her small frame and hands loaded with bags of supplies.

Dropping it all with a groan, the hood fell back to reveal the cute face of Felicia who beamed at seeing Long up and about.

“Hey Long, told you you'd be feeling better soon and that plenty of rest was what you needed, now aren't you glad you listened to Felicia?" she said with her hands on her hips, the tail tip poking through the bottom of the large coat and twitched.

“Heh that you did Felicia," he said with a smile. She had decided to stick with the name he had given her, saying it suited her perfectly.

“Though I will have to put in double the effort to get my muscle back," he said before holding a hand up when he saw her rebuking look, “eventually."

Chuckling softly, Long helped her store the salted meats and canned food away before placing the vegetables in a small cellar to keep them cool.

Once they had dealt with the shopping, they both got to work on the cabin. She had done her best but there was only so much one person could do so together, they went about sorting the rest of the place out and, with some cream coloured wood paint Felicia insisted on, started making the place more as a home.

“Urgh! I just can't seem to get this right!" She groused as blobs of paint kept showing here and there as she tried to go over them, growing frustrated as they persisted.

“Here, like this," Long said in a tone of patience, grabbing hold of her wrist with his good hand and directed her in smooth, regular strokes. “See, nice and gentle," he smiled before Felicia felt her face heat up, feeling his strong body pressed against her back and his handsome face near her own before turning to stare at him.

He noticed her slackening grip on the brush before turning his head sideways to gaze into her amber eyes, only for her to lock on his own dark eyes.

“Felicia are you…" Long trailed off, seeing her wide eyed and staring at him. He could hear her breath deepen and her heart speeding up in tempo.

Her face...that cute, almost childlike face of hers and those round, expressionative large eyes, and her soft, plump lips. Was she always this attractive? Or desirable?

“I um, I should go out and...well, I need some fresh air," Felicia mumbled, dropping the brush as she made to run away from Long before she found a strong hand grab her wrist, pulling her to rest against something warm and firm.

“Felicia...I can't deny that over our time together I have felt...stirrings. A desire that has laid dormant for a while now. I'd like to...well…" he trailed off, feeling embarrassed for the first time since he could remember.

Felicia looked up from the muscled chest she was up against before her eyes widened as she got what he was trying to say. “You mean you want to...have sex with me?" she said in a whisper.

“Yes...but not out of lust but more...love. I've come to see you as a desirable mate but if you don't wish to, I can understand and respect your choice," Long said before gently pushing her away from him.

However, she held onto his strong arms and gazed up at him, her eyes shimmering but not out of fear, but a reflection of what he felt for her.

“I wondered...if you was ever going to ask," she said with a half chuckle, a gentle smile running her mouth.

Laughing in relief, a grin split Long's features. The first she could recall ever seeing on him. Pulling her into his arms with a gasp, he carried her over to his bed.

Gently depositing her, he bent over to kiss before pausing, unsure of how he should proceed. He had very little experience with a lover and would hate to hurt her until her hands cupped his cheeks and brought him in for a gentle kiss.

It was a curious sensation, her full, human like lips soft and gentle but had a thin layer of feline fur that added an extra element of sensuality instead of being off putting.

“You can never hurt me Long, just let it take you where it will," Felicia's voice came out a deeper, more seductive tone, a gentle purr in her voice.

Long was taken by surprise by her as she did the reassuring this time around, with a smirk, he leaned in and responded with a kiss of his own.

His inexperience showed with the sloppiness of his first kiss, Felicia having to take control and guide him gently until they were both kissing with fire, their tongues dueling with Long's human tongue feeling the curious hybrid tongue of Felicia's against his own.

Her small, soft furred hands grabbed at the hem of his trousers, just wearing plain khaki trousers and a white t-shirt.

She paused before looking into his face for permission and saw the nervous edge to his answering smile.

“Have you never had sex Long?" Felicia said, his embarrassed turn of head answering her question.

“Not in a long time, I was a teenager which was my first, and only experience," he said in an uncharacteristically shy tone.

“Hey don't worry about it, we can take it slow okay?" she purred before slipping his trousers off, followed by his boxers as she freed his already hardening length..

“Oh my, you actually take care of down there huh? Plus you are least two sizes bigger than my...former master," she said, hesitating on the word.

“You have no master any more Felicia...you are your own person now," Long said as he stripped his t-shirt off, revealing his toned chest and chiseled abs before proceeding to undress her form.

She seemed to flinch briefly as his hands gently hooked around the waistband, pausing before leaning in to kiss her gently, his caring in the gentle caress of his lips as hers responded in kind, Felicia's body relaxing as he gently pulled her bottoms off, following by her simple, white panties that nestled just under her twitching tail.

“You have grown slowly stronger Felicia, I can tell," Long murmured gently, running his strong hands over her now toned legs. The slim, weak figure she used to be had gone, by a miracle unlike the rest of the furman, she had grown strong and more beautiful, looking less like a teenager and more a woman now.

“Well...maybe a little," she tried to brush the compliment off, gasping when she felt him kiss along her thigh, his lips brushing over the sleek furred thigh before kissing his way up towards her crotch.

She couldn't help but give a needy growl out, a moan of need escaping as his tongue made contact with her lightly furred slit, his smooth, human tongue dragging across and upwards, running over her emerging clit. The more he played with her, the more confident he grew with his advances.

“Nnh, a-ahh!" Felicia gasped, her body responding in kind as her pussy winked, sending a light stream of fluids only for his tongue to gently lap up, a deep growl of Long's own rumbling from his chest. “You seem to remember how to touch a girl," she panted before he stopped, only to be surprised as he rolled them on the bed ending up with her on top of his muscled body. “What?" she said before Long took his last item off, his glasses.

“I wondered if you'd like to mate to a tiger, or a human?" he asked, gazing into her cute, hybrid face.

Her heart skipped a beat, she could swear she could feel the muscles in him trying to shift already, as though the tiger in him wished to mate instead but was been held in check with sheer force of will.

“We can do both," Felicia said after a brief pause, kissing his nose, “let me experience the human Long first," she said before wrapping her arms around his thick neck and pulling herself in for another kiss, deeper and more insistent this time as her tongue invaded his own mouth, her tongue not rough but more textured, a pleasant and curious sensation against his larger organ.

Midway into the kiss, Long rolled them over on the double bed again, letting Felicia take top position.

“I thought I'd let you have control for this part," he smiled, receiving a bashful smile back in return before she sat back and grasped his rod in her paws.

“There is something very alluring about a man who still has his foreskin," she purred, wrapping her hand around as she started pulling the skin down, exposing the head as her eyes went wide. “Look at the size of the head on it," she whispered as it was near double the the girth, her smooth, furred fingers dancing around the head, rubbing it and feeling the tool twitch and throb to full erection as his own clear pre began leaking out.

“F-Felicia, I'm not going to last if you keep that up," Long gasped at the teasings, earning a small smirk from Felicia, her tail wagging mischievously.

“Oh? You really are very inexperienced if just those touches get you going," Felicia said in a teasing tone, her usual, light voice fading to a deeper, huskier whisper.

Squeezing a final time, she licked the building pre from her hand before spreading her arms either side of his head and leaning forward, raising her hips as she gently pressed herself onto him, then firmly when with a grunt, the head proved to be too large to take in with gentle means.

“Ah!" They both cried out in unison, feeling themselves connect as the cock's head caused a noticeable bulge in her abdomen. “I-it's like taking an apple in," she growled lightly before seeing Long's sheepish look, “don't worry Long...it's a really sexy trait," she moaned before moving slowly, gently thrusting her lithe form against his.

Deeper and deeper in she took Long in, for his part he had to grit his teeth and clench his hands. It was such an intense experience due to her smaller form and passage and the feeling of her soft fur on him and the squeezing sensations from her vaginal walls.

Long started bucking against her form as his own pleasure began to peak, the creaking of the bed groaned to each of their movements as they grew more passionate and heated until Felicia was laying on top.

“S-so, you do have a little cushioning, huh Felicia?" Long moaned as he felt the softness of her hardly there chest against him, hidden by her fur.

“Y-yeah, I'm sorry I am not bigger," she moaned out before Long surprised her with another, tender, wet kiss.

“Don't be sorry Felicia, I love you for who you are," he said, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear.

Gripping tight on his shoulders, Felicia moaned louder, turning into growls as Long's moans grew in intensity as she thrust and hammered on him with vigor before with twin cries, they both came together, Long's cries of passion mingling with Felicia's own which were a curious mix of growls and mewls as he blew his load, filling her up as her cunny muscles milked him hungily, taking all of his seed deep inside her hot depths.

“L-Long...that was...Long?" She paused, her small chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “Um Long...wh-why are you shifting?" she said, wincing as she climbed off him, his shaft pulling out for their mixed juices to pool onto the sheets and floor.

“I-it...not...me," Long growled as his form glowed, “the tiger...wants to mate with you...nowwww!" he growled, his human form giving way to his tiger beast form, doubling in size.

He finished his change, standing there growling, shaking as he tried his best to keep some amount of control over the spirit's instincts. His arms already sizable with muscle normally now were as big as her body. His cock now a felines, stood out throbbing with an extra inch added to his already impressive seven inches.

Scuttling back, her immediate sensation was fear at the sight of her beloved Long trembling, sharp teeth bared in self control. But when he turned to look at her, she saw in his feral, amber eyes a mix of his human self and a desperate tiger having been trapped for so long, needing to give release to long pent up instincts.

Swallowing, Felicia steeled herself. “I know...we are responsible for awakening these instincts inside you, Tiger. Please, allow us to help pacify your desires. I give my body freely for you to use, but please, be gentle," she said in a trembling voice but still, she held firm.

Staring at her, she thought she saw recognition in his eyes before he approached her. She expected him to hammer her right away, but instead, she felt Long's will course through the hulking tiger as his huge arms wrapped around her form. Pressing his tiger muzzle firmly up to her own, smaller, more humanised mouth, his rough, broad tongue slipped in, filling her small mouth.

Gagging on the appendage, Felicia swallowed as she became accustomed to the tool. Even in the throws of feral lust, he was doing his best to keep her safe.

More and more, she surrendered herself into him, giving her up as his when she felt something hot flow inside her body.

Her own body began to bulk up, not as much as Long's but noticeably as her own tiger-girl form shifted into a more bestial shape. The power that Long housed he was now sharing with her so he could take her as his mate, without hurting her too much.

As her muzzle shifted to a feral shape, her own small tongue grew, becoming rougher as she began to kiss back with as much feral passion, her growing arms wrapping around his thick, furred neck as their bodies began to grind together in mutual desire.

But the feral beast inside Long could not be restrained any more.

Suddenly breaking away from their embrace, he gave a savage snarl that made Felicia blanch a bit. Big mistake as he took that for weakness.

Pushing her against the bed, making her spin round to brace herself, she was pinned over the frame by Long's huge paw hands, his thick, throbbing, barbed cock pressing right against her backside as he sought entrance.

Felicia didn't want this, she didn't want it to be mindless like this but then the thought of being taken so roughly suddenly grew in appeal. The thought of him on her, deep and taking her as her mate, claiming her with his muzzle round her neck.

Suddenly, after a few clumsy thrusts, Long found his way in and plunged deep, spreading her labia wide as she threw her head back and roared in equal parts pain from the barbs, but at the same time it was a pleasurable kind of pain.

Bracing herself against the bed, the frame rocked and creaked as she grunted and growled in a most unlady like way. But then again, she no longer was a lady. She was becoming a tiger, taking more and more of the feral spirit inhabiting Long into herself along with the building pre leaking inside her womb.

Like Long, she was no longer capable of talk but words were no longer needed now; their bodies did all the talking for them. Her clenching pussy, the low, passionate growls and the splintering wood of the bed cot as the frame began to give way under their furious mating, Long's now furred sack repeatedly slapping against the front of her crotch.

Claws digging into the mattress, a ripping sound could be heard but none were bothered, they were lost to the own rhythm of their own feral instincts as Long's muzzle came down on Felicia's nape, gripping lightly with his teeth. With short, rapid thrust his breathing came out faster, harder and the more he growled as her body shook before, with a low, deep growl, he let go and roared as his seed spurted deep inside her. His furred, tiger nuts pulling up, squeezing as much out as he fired shot after shot.

The feeling of his intense mating, his hot seed firing deep, breaking her cervix with each shot sent Felicia over the edge as she in turn came to climax, her claws shredding the bedding as her head reared back and let out a guttural roar to match Long's before, she collapsed on top of the ruined bed, trembling and shaking as her transformation reverted back into her tiger girl form.

The feel of Long's tiger form melting back to his human form signalled that he too had spent his energy, and that both he and his tiger self was very satisfied.

“Felicia...I'm sorry," Long panted hard into her little feline ear, “I didn't mean to lose control like that...but the tiger he...wanted in. I didn't hurt you did I?" he said with nothing but gentle loving and care in his voice.

“N-no, Long that was...amazing. I have never felt anything like it and now...we are one. I can protect you just as you have done so for me," she moaned as his cock pulled out, letting their mix pool out in a sticky mess before sitting up and looked at the mess they had made of the bed. “But...the bed…" she said, her ears going flat.

“Is okay, I needed to build a bigger bed...especially if we are going to be growing our family," Long smiled, his hand going to her flat belly.

With those words, Felicia wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deep and long. Whatever life threw at them, they felt unstoppable together now they had found each other.