“So… so I’m an animal person too?” you ask, rapidly blinking your bright blue eyes as you stare at the mirror in disbelief.
“Wouldn’t be here otherwise, Jules,” Lynn answers you, calmly, collected, like she’d done this a dozen times. She probably had, you reasoned. “Devon’s got one hell of a nose for sniffing us out. Bears usually do.”
“And what am I?” you ask.
“I kinda thought your immense attraction to me made it obvious. I mean, sure, lions tend to really be into me, and they’re way more common than we are, but…”
“You think I’m a tiger?” you ask, turning around to face her again. A tiger? You? It just all seemed so… so unreal.
“White tiger if I have my guess right,” she chuckled. “Which is kinda insanely hot. I’ve never even seen one of us as a white tiger before. I mean, we’re really rare to begin with…”
“I don’t even have any… fffuuurrrrr ohhh whoa what was that?” It was like a sudden wave flowed through you, tingly and warm and wonderful all at once.
“Well, you got a little fuzz now,” she laughed. “God, I forgot how good the first change feels.”
“So it’s… it’s not gonna hurt?”
“Not unless you bite your lip, which you probably will. First time fangs,” she punctuated it with a grin, a flashy, toothy grin with dangerous razor sharp teeth.
“I’ll… I’ll be careful…” you find yourself breathing heavily. And you feel tight in your chest. No, not in your chest… it’s the shirt. It’s too small, too… you reflexively grab for the collar of the shirt and pull, easily shearing it off of you. Instant relief. And sure enough, you did have a layer of fuzz. Light and gossamer, but it was there, and growing.
“First one’s really slow, so you get to savor it,” Lynn steps towards you, and pulls off one of her necklaces, causing those glorious breasts to jiggle ever so enticingly. She places it over your neck, and you do nothing to stop her.
“There. Now my claim is staked,” she offers a small smile, and then a quick lick to your cheek that instantly shoots your heart rate up, and brings… the other thing… up as well.
“Claim…?” you ask, embarrassed over your very obvious erection tenting your too-tight shorts, and try to cover it up.
“We’re the only tigers here, Jules. And I have decided, because I am generous and kind and not at all because I feel starved for sex, that you will be my mate tonight. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yes,” you blurt out without thinking. “Can’t we mate now?”
“Oh, no,” she chides you gently, touching your nose with the tip of an index finger claw. Your nose feels different. Both flatter and broader somehow, like… you didn’t have to guess much. Looking on her face, yours was probably looking fairly similar now. “You don’t want to ruin your first real experience before you’ve even finished changing.”
“I’m not a virgin,” you find yourself snarling, upper lip curled back.
“Well, kinda yeah you are. What you’ve done as a human is… well, it’s nothing like what you’ll do later tonight. Just trust me on this. If we do it now, it’ll be far less satisfying for both of us. So… patience. I have some of that dumb old rich girl party hostess mingling to do, and you…”
“I just wait? I don’t want…” you find yourself growing a bit agitated.
“You interact, you mingle. See what the culture is like. Meet some people. And when you’re ready, when you’re all done, find me and you’ll be mine for the rest of the night.”
“How will I…?”
“Follow your nose,” she smirks, and steps away from you. “Nice nub so far!”
“Huh…?” you turn to watch her leave, watch the sway of her hips as she walks, that tail swaying with them when you see it. It’s just an inch or two, but you’ve got the beginnings of a tail poking out over the back of your shorts.
So… she’s gone. And you find yourself a little less agitated, less riled up. You’re thinking a bit more clearly, and you decide maybe she’s got a point. Don’t want to rush it, and you do need to understand a bit more about this new world you find yourself in. But what to explore first?