Henry put a hand on Joanna's head, stroking her hair. She stirred and slowly awoke. She was suddenly startled by the realization she wasn't wearing her coat anymore. She felt all over her body to make sure she wasn't somehow seeing things. Then she practically leapt to her hands and knees, looking around the bed to see if she had somehow slipped out of it in her sleep. She had never felt so naked and exposed in all her life.
Then Joanna saw it: Henry was wearing her coat. How dare he! Her precious, beautiful, perfect, sexy fur coat. It...looked really good on him. Her strong, sexy mate. Her big tiger. Confusion had turned to anger then just as quickly turned to lust. Joanna sprang from the bed to the floor with feline grace, tail swaying behind her. Henry was caught off guard by Joanna's sudden movement, and even more by her quickly sinking to her knees and taking his penis in her mouth. She worked him over with her tongue, hungry to please her mate. Henry had never been pleasured so well before. At the same time, his dick felt strange. He knew somehow it was beginning to change.
It was the combination of coat and sex, Henry realized. It was magic or something. Impossible sure, but so was a woman with four breasts and a tail. Now he was wearing the coat and changing into something more like a tiger . To stop it, all he had to do was stop the catgirl sucking his dick before he climaxed or take off the coat. But he didn't want to.
He felt it coming. "I'm going to..." was all he managed to say before Joanna deep throated him and he erupted like never before. She drank it all in eagerly until Henry was finally spent and collapsed on the floor. Joanna looked him and licked her lips.