Your mind is a rush of feelings. You feel miffed that you’ve been denied the chance to mate that insanely sexy tiger female for now, but logically you know you’re not ready. You’re still mostly human. You try to remind yourself that it’ll be better when you’ve caught up to her.
But maybe a breath of fresh air outside can help you recenter yourself, make sure that you’re in the right mind frame for when you’re ready for her. And you’ve decided you really want to be ready for her. It’s like a flame has been ignited inside you. You need to become the tiger. You yearn for it. It’s like you’ve always needed it, but only just now realized it.
You step out into the courtyard and survey the scene. There’s a small group of gorillas casually chatting, two stallions racing each other while an intrigued mare watches, and surprisingly enough, an elephant man using his trunk to grip a golf club and practice his drives. But then there’s one girl, tall, broadly built with wide hips and massive breasts that strained against the shirt she still wore, sitting on a bench by herself. It takes you a moment because it’s been a long time and she’s very different from the last time you saw her, but you do recognize her.
“Bethany?” you ask as you approach. “Bethany McCabe?”
“Yeah,” she says, looking to you, eyes narrowed. It doesn’t take much to realize that she’s trying to figure out who you are. You guess you’re just barely tiger enough to be harder to recognize. “Oh my God! Jules! I haven’t seen you since…”
“Since I dumped you in high school,” you say sheepishly. “Sorry. I was a real dick back then.”
“Oh, I didn’t want anybody I know to see me…” was all she said, brushing past your apology.
“What? Why? Isn’t it kinda awesome what we are?”
“It’s awesome what YOU are,” she answered, folding her arms under her massive chest. “I don’t even know what I am. I just know I’m getting fat without even eating.”
“It’s your first time too?” you honestly found it kind of exciting. “I thought I was the only one!”
“Yeah, first time. My friend from the library invited me. Refuses to say what I am. And she’s a sleek, gorgeous river otter. So not fair.”
“My friend didn’t say either. And he’s a bear, so he scented me and knows.”
“ I hate this. I think I’m about to bust out of this stupid shirt because of these big fat blobs on my chest.”
“Then take it offfffffffooh man,” a sudden wave of euphoria rushes through you, running down your spine and stretching out. That nib of a tail has grown longer, and it felt fantastic.
“Jesus. Don’t cream your shorts on me,” Bethany chuckles.
“I’ll try not to,” you gasp. “Gotta save it up for our host.”
“Seriously?!” she asks wide eyed.
“This is her necklace,” you smirk, lifting it up a bit. “I’ve been claimed.”
“Well. Lucky yooooooooou,” Bethany suddenly lows in a deep voice.
“Ha! Think we know what you are!” You can’t help but laugh.
“I’m a cow? Why?” Bethany asks, frustrated.
“Nothing wrong with that,” you say.
“No woman wants to be a cooooooow damn it, I did not mean to moo.”
“It’s kinda cute. I say embrace it,” you place a hand on her shoulder. There’s no attraction, not anymore. She’s just too different a species. But you could do friend. Friend wouldn’t hurt.
“Embrace it, huh? You’re enjoying this too much,” she shakes her head.
“And you’re not enjoying it enough. Don’t you wanna I dunno, do some cow stuff? Eat grass, hang out with other cows, fuck a bull or whatever?”
“God, I do. I really doooOOOOooo,” she didn’t hold back that time.