“Perfect,” Anna smiled. “That suits me well.” Her attention returned to the faerie. “Please make me a were-tigress.”
“Gotcha. One sec.” With a quick flick of his wrist, he parted the air before Anna, opening a blue-rimmed circular portal to a lush jungle. “Through there, you will find a were-tiger. He will gift you with the soul of a tigress, m’lady.”
Anna smiled and nodded. She gave Becky a quick good-bye hug before darting through the portal.
Instantly, Anna knew she had chosen well. Even without a tiger’s instincts, she felt right at home in the dense foliage. She walked for a while before reaching a grassy savannah. In the middle of it rested a massive tiger-man, lying lazily on the ground beneath a full moon. It…he…regarded her with questioning eyes.
“You…are a weretiger?”
The feline beast nodded.
Anna approached, slowly but steadily. She soon reached the side of the tiger, and reached out to stroke its tawny orange fur. It growled in response, leaning into her touch.
Anna looked deep into his reflective eyes. “I want to be like you,” she said firmly, with total conviction. “Please, turn me into a were-tigress.”
The beast rose, standing broad-shouldered above her kneeling body. It was a magnificent combination of animal and man, standing almost ten feet tall on its toes as a long tail swished behind it. It roared, bearing predatory teeth inside its feline muzzle. Its pink cock began sliding from its protective sheath, telling Anna how it intended to infect her.
She licked her lips and complied, rolling over to all fours as she stroked its furry sack while she turned over. She braced herself in the grass, sticking her ass in the air, offering herself to the therianthrope.
The massive shadow overwhelmed her, and she felt its weight come down across her back. Its jaws clamped around her throat, biting just enough to avoid breaking the skin, as it teased entry into her human vagina.
Anna felt like an animal in heat. “Please,” she gasped, “mount me!”
The tiger bit into her skin as it slid inside her, ravaging her body with simultaneous pleasure and pain.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Take me!”
She winced at the entry of saliva into the wound, gasped at the tingling sensations it brought as she became infected. He let up just enough to keep her locked, allowing the wounds to quickly mend themselves.
Slowly, he thrust into her, only serving to increase her heat with every stroke. She felt like growling, and did so, finding her voice becoming gruffer.
“I’m…a…were…tigress…” she growled over and over, feeling her face and skin begin puffing and expanding. Her first noticeable change came from her upper lips, where her whiskers began sliding out. She snarled wildly, surrendering herself to the feline instincts that rapidly developed within her, merging with her human logic. Saliva dribbled from her mouth, and she opened it wide with a thrust from her mate. Her eyeteeth bulged, thickening and sharpening into ripping fangs. She felt hungry for raw meat, and wanted it soon.
The tiger man continued thrusting within her transforming body, guiding the new werebeast along her first change. Her musculature twitched, tightening as her strength multiplied three times over with her bones and girth. She would be easily eight feet tall when standing, with a body that would shame an Olympic strongman. Her skin prickled everywhere, as patterned stripes of orange-and-black spread over her body. Her hair fell down over her face as it lengthened and altered into a coarse mane, and she watched it become the same tawny orange from the roots out, with four streaks of black through it. She knew instinctively that it was this color permanently, no matter what form she wore.
“Grrrr, change me morrrrre!” The weregirl bucked against the tiger, snarling like the wild feline she was turning into. She wasn’t sure what was best; the primal sex, the realization that she was a were-tigress, or the sensations of actually transforming! She dug her widening hands into the dirt, bracing the developing pads and thick, black claws, and urged the tiger man on. Her ankles were stretching, pulling her to her toes as her feet expanded into tiger paws, complete with raised dewclaw.
“Rrrrr, fuck me, fuck me…rrrowwwrrrr…like an animal!” Her voice was quite inhuman, and she loved it that way. “Don’t…grrr…stop fucking me…rrrruntil I’m a tigrrrress!” He roared his approval, pushing his swelling cock deeper inside her fur-ringed vagina.
Anna blinked, feeling her eyes water as they changed permanently from brown to the reflective green eyes of a tiger. She snarled as she entered full heat, feeling her breasts blossom to twice their normal size, covering themselves in white fur as they firmed up to near non-mobility. Below them, three new sets developed, in progressively smaller sizes. Each bore thick, sensitive nipples, stimulated by the deft tail of her lover.
The thick knot at the base of the male weretiger’s shaft began finding purchase inside Anna’s bestial tunnel. He thrust deeply, locking it in with a wet pop. The tigress tossed her head up as far as possible, snarling as she realized they would be locked together until the mating was complete. In the case of her kind, that would be several intense days and nights.
The process began to assault her face, and she snarled at the flattening of her nose and the creeping of her ears. They grew in opposite directions, her furry round ears cresting through her mane atop her head while her jaws stretched forward into a short feline muzzle. Anna roared all the while, relishing the sharpening teeth that filled her mouth.
Impending climax brought her focus back to her rear, and the tail that was now extending out from her spine. It curled and snaked forth, long enough to drag the ground behind her.
“RrrrrI’m…a…werrrre….tigrrresssssaaaarrrrrrrrrrrooooowwwwwrrrrrrr!!!!!!” Her mate joined her roar a moment later, signaling the first of hundreds of orgasms the two would share in their next few days of mating.
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