Whatever nervous qualms Claire might have had were gone, goodbye, sayonara. Bob was sprawled out in front of her in all his tiger glory. And while Claire was more than ready to continue their evening, she was a bit preoccupied marveling at her new senses.
It was a bit overwhelming, the sudden smells and sights. She vaguely caught a female scent lingering on the blanket underneath her, and realized it must have be her own. Or HAD been hers. And then there was Bob’s. Obviously masculine, and something else… Something Claire knew she wanted.
“Don’t over think it Claire. Just do whatever feels natural.” Bob said, watching Claire’s eyes drift back and forth between his body and her own. Claire laid down next to him, and their eyes locked. Hers a deep orange, Bob’s like every other white tiger’s, blue.
They started kissing, though Claire initially had some trouble as she wasn’t used to kissing in with a muzzle. But once she got the hang of it, she let herself go. Her mind went blank as the ache in the pit of her stomach grew with every touch. Bob’s paws pulled her closer and closer, until his penis was rubbing against Claire’s stomach.
Instinctively Claire rolled to the side and presented her new furred loins to her partner. Bob took his time, gently massaging Claire’s much larger chest as he pushed inside her. Deeper and deeper, with every push they both growled in pleasure. The tip of Claire’s tail was twitching like mad, even if its owner was oblivious to the movement.
Once the base of Bob’s tiger-hood hit Claire’s lips, he paused. Bob knew Claire’s heart was being held by someone else, but that didn’t stop him from wishing she could be his. She’d been cute as a normal. As a tigress, she was absolutely stunning. And not just because of her unique coat.
The longer he stared, the more aroused Bob became. It wasn’t long until his mind went blank as well. All efforts were focused on one thing and one thing only. Claire roared louder than before as Bob began pumping in and out. Her claws dug into the ground, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
The barbs of his penis scraping against the walls of Claire’s vagina. Had she not taken that birth control pill, Claire would have undoubtedly ended up pregnant. he two roared in unison as they came. Once Bob’s cock finished spewing its load, the two collapsed. The barbs of his penis still firmly attached to Claire’s vaginal walls, they rubbed their faces against each other and purred contently.
Claire took their “down time” to again marvel at the changes to her body. She only had a few minutes to breath before her body felt that overpowering heat again. It was incredible, to Claire at least, just how horny she felt. She’s never been so turned on before in her life. Suddenly Ryan sleeping with Barbara that night made all the sense in the world. If this was how Ryan had felt, Claire was glad Barbara had been there to help.
“Claire?” Bob noticed his partner’s eyes glaze over. He was propped up on his elbows, also taking a moment to catch his breath.
“Mm?” Claire blinked a few times, and then looked at Bob.
“Just making sure I didn’t fuck your brains out.” Bob smirks. Claire smiled too, and growls playfully. Though his penis is still buried deep inside her, Claire shifts her hips. Soon her legs are wrapped firmly around Bob’s waist.
“Would you like to try again?” she asked, never having said anything so “dirty” in her life. She felt Bob’s penis stiffen in response, and they began round 3.
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While Claire was having the time of her life with Bob, her loyal werewolf was sitting inside his car tapping his fingers against the dashboard.
Ryan could hear various growls and roars from the weretigers. But he had no way of knowing if Claire’s vocalizations were among those. Ryan was going a bit stir crazy in the car. He was excited, nervous, and very, VERY turned on. Every scent the wind blew his way was filled with sex.
“993, 992, 991…” Ryan continued counting backwards from two thousand. It was a trick he used whenever he felt stressed. It wasn’t working this time though. Ryan was keeping himself from banging his head against the steering wheel, but only slightly. The sound of his phone ringing was like a god-send.
“Hello?”
“Hey, someone sounds nervous. Did Claire go through with it?” Barbara asked. She too was anxious to see Claire post transformation. She was, odd as it may be, in Ryan’s apartment waiting. And already in her own fursona.
“She’s in the process of becoming a tiger right now.” Ryan said, as another roar echoed in the distance. Ryan wondered if that might be Claire. He didn’t know how long tiger initiations went.
“Went through with the tiger huh? Wonder what she’ll look like? Black and white, or classic orange?” Barbara wondered (of course the truth was neither).
“I don’t really care. As long as she’s happy with her decision.” Ryan said.
“You are such a gentleman, you know that? Well, I’m gonna head home now. Getting kinda late, and it is a school night. Plus your place is a good fifteen from mine. Can’t be up chatting to you forever. I’ll let you get back to Claire.” Barbara said.
“No, it’s okay. I’ve got nothing to do right now. Just waiting for Claire to get back.”
“Oh, okay. Well good luck waiting. I’ll see you tomorrow. And tell Claire I said hi!”
“Will do… wait!” Ryan blurted out at the last second, “Are you in my apartment?”
“No. Gotta go. Love ya Ry.” Barbara hung up before Ryan could ask anymore questions. He sighed and leaned his chair back.
But as he did, something cast a shadow over his face. There was a light rapping at the window and Ryan looked up to see someone pressing something against the window.