The Panther! by Altaica With thanx to Raphiel This story is ©1997 Altaica, as are all characters within. Feel free to distribute this file to those who you honestly think will enjoy it, so long as the file, and this copyright notice are kept intact. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ahh, there's nothing like a good hot cup of coffee on your lunch break... and this shit *IS* nothing like a good hot cup of coffee! Wincing at the sudden overly bitter taste, and trying to force myself to swallow to avoid offending the still present waiter, I cough. I cough and splutter. I cough, splutter, and dry hurl as my body desperately tries to rid my mouth of the foul taste. *cough* "It... It's hotter... than I expected!" I told the waiter as he looks at me questioningly, silently vowing to myself that I would never come to this coffee house again, and cursing myself for coming here in the first place! "I'll be fine, thank you!" I say, to answer his unasked question. But wait, what's that? Across the street? Time seems to slow to a snails pace as I see him, walking along the opposite side of the road. The level of grace that a human would have to plan each step for a millennia, he achieves instinctively, walking on those digitigrade legs so smoothly that you'd be forgiven for thinking he was floating. The shining sleek fur of the black panther morph broken only by rings of slightly less reflective black fur seems to ripple as his masculine muscles move under his skin, reminiscent of a python writhing under black silken sheets. He oozes pure felinity, pure masculinity, pure sensuality, and pure sexuality. I know that I must be staring at him so intensely that I must be drawing a few looks to myself, but I don't care... never before have I seen such elegance, and I may never again, and I don't want to miss a nanosecond, even if only to blink. I can see his emerald green eyes from here, a piercing gaze that could burn a hole through your skull, but that seems to belie a genuinely caring mel. The same emerald green of his skin-tight lycra shorts seems to set his eyes aglow, as though they burned with some sort of ethereal fire hidden within. The thin shiny fabric clings, and contours to his body like it's a part of him, reflecting the light to emphasise every curve and line of his muscular rear, a slight dimple on his butt showing prominantly as the sunlight suddenly hits him at the right angle. His round ass the perfect complement to the heavy looking sheath that is both hidden, and flaunted by the lycra, as his otherwise skyclad body freezes in mid step. 'Wait a minute... I can see his eyes? Oh my gods, he's looking straight at me!' I look away from the pure embarrassment of the moment. 'What must he think I was doing?' I ask myself. Chancing a last look at the dark furred Adonis, I gasp, and almost fall backwards as I find him crossing the street, heading straight for me. 'What to do? He's almost here! Wait, maybe he saw someone he knew sitting behind me?' I look, 'No, there's no-one behind me!' He arrives, and softly places both paws on the table in front of me, leaning... no, towering over me, looking at me with those piercing eyes. "I couldn't help notice you staring at me!" He states. I grin sheepishly... not something easy for a human to do. "I... erm... I, ahh..." I stumble over my words, trying to come up with a believable excuse about why I was looking at him... and failing miserably. He laughs. Not the harsh, mocking laugh that I would've expected in this situation, but a gentle, genuine, reassuring laugh, that seems to put me at ease... a little. "It's okay" he says, still chuckling, "I'm not angry or anything." He's stopped laughing, but when I look into his eyes I can see that he's still laughing inside. "Look, I'm expected somewhere else right now," he continues, looking deeply into my eyes, giving me the feeling he respects and cares for me, even though we've only just met, "but I usually have a cappuccino here on Saturdays about noon... If you'd like for us to become aquainted! Get to know each other a little!" and with that, he winks slyly... so slyly I doubt a fox morph could do any better. "I... I'd like that!" I say, calmer now, but still stumbling over my words. "By the way, my name is T'zisorey, what's yours?" I ask so suddenly that I surprise myself with my own confidence. He stands up, turns and begins to walk away, his sleek black tail raised slightly, and tip twitching, the whole thing contrasting darkly against the shine of his shorts, practically drawing my eyes like a magnet to the long dip fron his tail to his thighs, the separation of his butt cheeks playing havoc with my hormones. I knew then that his choice of clothing was very intentional. The color contrasting and complementing his body, and the fabric enhancing the curve of his ass so perfectly. He pauses and turns to look at me once again. "My friends call me 'Taica... pleased to meet you!" With that he raises his paw to his face, taps two clawed fingers to his temple, and snaps his wrist back in a casual salute, half-mocking a wave, and continues along on his way to wherever he has to be. I must've sat there for a good 10 minutes watching him walk off, and wondering if it'd all been a dream, or if it was real. After finishing my coffee, I drop a fiver onto the table... a nice big tip for the waiter. Maybe this place *is* worth returning to after all! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 2 "Oh, come on!" I mouthed silently. I'd been sitting here nursing a cup of what is now not only bad coffee, but *cold* bad coffee, for nearly an hour now. It's not that the coffee was really that bad, it was just that I've been waiting nearly all week for this, and now I'm just too nervous to drink. I look at my watch again, 12:30... why wasn't he here? Maybe he was just toying with me? Yes, this was probably just a sick joke to him. Standing and fishing my wallet out of my pocket, I get ready to leave. ~Wait, please!~ A voice, did I hear that, or was it in my head? It was his voice... I turn to see him walking through the door, looking straight at me, his eyes pleading me to stay. 'Gods those eyes are beautiful' I think, as I sit down again, and wave him over. "Sorry I'm late," he says, "I saw something, and I just *HAD* to buy it." and with that he pats a plastic bag that he must've put next to his chair when I was staring into his eyes. "I hope you don't mind." "Not at all, I'm glad you're here, I was beginning to thing you'd stood me up." I laugh to lighten the mood, and wave a waiter over to order him a cappuccino, before starting the conversation. Well, we talked, we joked, we laughed... we flirted, and before long it was time for the coffee shop to close, darkness outside, and well past dinner time. 'Should I offer to make him dinner?' I asked myself. I had a couple of succulent steaks in the fridge at home after all. "Hey, how about we go to my place for dinner?" he asks, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. "I'll cook... if you don't mind a little fur in your food." we laughed heartily as I paid for our afternoon and evening of coffee... the flavor of which I was actually becoming accustomed to, and we left, walking side by side. We walked slowly to his house, enjoying the brisk night air... the cool obviously nipping at him, because all 6 of his nipples were standing prominently in his black fur. It supprised me when he suddenly put his arm around my neck, resting his paw on my shoulder, but it felt good, warm... natural. When we got to his house, I couldn't help doing a double take... it was a double story building, taking up a good third of the ten acre block, and the garden, even by moonlight it was beautiful. It was obviously designed for fun, as there were many secluded spots that couldn't be seen from the road that would be perfect for private picnics. When I got inside, it was as though the entire building was designed for a bachelor. There was a big screen TV at one end of the building, which seemed to be a single room on this floor. There were a couple of dart boards, and a pool table near the TV, and a stainless steel kitchen at the other end of the building. Extending into the back yard was a sun-room, with a large spa-bath, probably large enough to hold a dozen people or furs. It was obviously meant to be the feature attraction of the house, surrounded by fake pebbles and tropical-looking potplants, and with an ornamental waterfall feeding the spa water. Calling to me from the kitchen mere moments after I let a soft whistle indicate my impression, I joined 'Taica as he pulled open his fridge. "Want something to drink? I can whip up some mixed drinks, maybe a daiquiri?." Never having been much of a drinker in the past, and being somewhat susceptible to the effects of alcohol, I paused to think. "Sure... but just the one... I don't want to get drunk!" - Honesty has always been the best policy... besides, if what I was hopeing for was going to happen this weekend, I didn't want to dull the sensations one bit. I watched him as he put a pair of steaks in a bowl to marinade them briefly, before plopping them into a well worn frying pan, where they started sizzling enticingly. Sitting down on a cushion in front of the TV, I continued our previous conversation while the panther prodded, poked, and smelled the steaks. All the time I was, of course, admiring his glossy black fur, and his sleek feline muscles flexing as he walks from the stove to the fridge, to the microwave, to the sink as he prepared various side-foods to go with the meal. As he mashed the potatoes, I admired his powerful arms. As he sliced the lettuce I drooled over his flexing pectorals. And as he bent over to get a pan from a lower cupboard, tail waving lithely... I fantasized about his taught, round, furred rump. He joined me in front of the TV as we ate, me cross-legged on a plush cushion, and himself laying back, legs spread, on a brown leather beanbag. We ate in near silence, exchanging glances and smiles as he tore into his steak like the carnivore he is... and as I avoided my vegetables. I didn't know then what'd happened - it was quiet.... 'Taica was laying in his beanbag with a sated smile on his muzzle, and I had leaned over to lay on my side, looking over at him, the alcohol still working on my mind. That's when I realized he was falling asleep. After all, he *is* a feline, and he *has* just had a big meal... He'd probably sleep for days if he was like his wild cousins. Hell, sometimes even I got like that after a meal as good as the one we'd just consumed. Crawling over to him, I looked at his face. He must have smelled my breath or something, as he opened his eyes and looked up into mine with that warmest and most inviting of smiles. And I swear his ears turned red. "I'm sorry, I'm falling asleep, aren't I?" "That's okay" I replied, smelling the sweetness on his breath, "It's late, and I should probably be leaving anyway." gently raising myself to a stand while I was talking. He smoothly got to his own feet, and stood before me... even through his fur and my clothes, I could still feel the warmth of his nearness. "Do you have to?" "Well, I probably should." I said, hopeing silently that he'd offer to let me spend the night, only to be disappointed as he took my hands in his paws, and turned to face the door. "You know," he started, "No, I can't ask you to do that." "What?" I asked. "Go ahead, ask... the worst I can do is say no, right?" "Well," he looked sown at my feet "I'm covered in fur, and if I don't brush it out before I go to bed, I usually wake up covered in knots. Particularly when I've been wearing clothes - they can matt your fur like you couldn't believe." I looked at him with curiosity, almost being able to tell what he was going to ask, and mentally slapping myself for not being sure... damn Daiquiri! "I guess what I'm saying is... would you mind brushing my fur for me before you leave? There are some places I can't reach myself, and if I get knots there, I won't be able to get them out for days." "Sure!" I said eagerly, almost before he'd even finished asking, "I have a spot like that, that I need to get someone to scratch for me." Even if nothing more than brushing happened, I was going to get to see him, to smell him, to caress his silken body... No, to caress his silken UNCLOTHED body... he had said something about clothes mussing up his fur. Gods, I was almost drooling just thinking about it. Taking my hand in his paw once more, he lead me to a set of spiral stairs in a corner of the house near the TV. Once we got to the top, I could see that the second floor was much like the first, in that it was basically a single room, the only wall being a completely clear, and frameless glass wall between the bathroom and the bedroom, which took up the remainder of the floor. Once more, I whistles softly and the rooms impressive majesty... this house definitely suited it's owner. Looking over to the bed, what I noticed immediately was a plethora of plush stuffed animals, at least 50 in total. A paw on my shoulder and I turn around to see 'Taica offering me the handle of a brush that reminded me of one I had seen in pet stores, metal teeth on one side, and thick soft bristles on the other side. Taking the handle, 'taica took a few steps away from me, and turned to face a mirrored closet. He hooked a thumb under the elastic at either side of his shorts, and bent over, his tail sliding through the slit in the back, and raising high into the air, and swaying like a snake charmers cobra... only this black furred snake had something much more attractive under it than an old tattered wicker basket. I knew I was staring, but I didn't care. I could see what he meant by clothes messing up fur, the black fur on his taught rump was completely flat against his skin, and glistened with moisture, making it look more succulent than a juicy apple. And under his furred cheeks, I could see a velveteen sack, filled with two heavy globes, dangling between his legs. I stepped up to him then, unable to resist, and gently laid a hand on the small of his back as he kicked his shorts into the corner, straightening before the mirror to give me a frontal view of those dangling balls, and of his sheath, the flattened fur making it stay just as defined as it had been in his shorts. "You look very handsome, you know." I stated as I started brushing that hard-to-reach spot between his shoulder blades, working in a downwards motion, following what grain the supple fur seemed to have. Purring softly, he looked into the mirror image of my eyes. "As do you!" I snorted a rhetorical laugh, which made him turn around to look directly into my real eyes, and lay a rough pawpad gently on my cheek "No, I mean it!" he continued. "I know you don't think you look that good, but you do." His paw slid tenderly down my cheek and neck to lay on my shoulder. I looked down at his chest, not really exploring it, but mainly to avoid his gaze, knowing in my heart that if I looked into those green eyes ever again, I'd fall in love with him. I couldn't let that happen, not so soon... could I? His paw slid once again, this time to my chin, where he gently, yet firmly guided my face upwards, and in that last moment, as he leaned forward, I saw his tender smile, and then he kissed me! I think I heard the brush thud softly onto the carpet, although I don't remember dropping it. My knees went weak as his rough tongue probed ever deeply into my mouth, brushing and rubbing against my own tongue, tickling my palette, and running along my teeth. As I fell backwards onto the bed, which I could've sworn was further away, he fell with me, his strong furred arms holding me tightly to him, an the kiss never breaking. Before the first bounce, my hands were around him, one o his upper back, holding his heaving furred chest to mine, my other just on the base of his tail, his swiftly filling sheath pressing against my jeans, which were filling with my own arousal, as his paws worked over my body, futilely attempting to loosen my clothes, and his claws tearing at fabric when that fails. His furred body pressed hot and hard against my newly naked form, and I could feel a smooth, hot wetness pressing against the comparatively furless stomach. Breaking the kiss and rolling us onto our sides, I reached between us to feel his feline maleness. He looked into my eyes, squinting a little as his muzzle curled into a slight snarl of pleasure at the touch. I softly ran my hand over the satin skin of his shaft, lingering on what seemed like bristles near the tip. I guess he must've noticed my curiosity, because he rolled over onto his back and placed his paw softly onto my hand, and guided my strokes. "You've never seen a panthers cock before, have you?" he asked, his amusement softly obvious in his voice. He gently moved my hand to the bristles I'd felt earlier, the moist skin of his dick glistening in the light. "Would you like a closer look?" He asked. All I could reply with was a simple "Mmmm, hmm" my mouth watering, and heart fluttering from the excitement of such a new experience. He slid my hand down a along his shaft to just above his sheath, his slick shaft seemed to get slightly larger with each heartbeat. I watched almost hypnotized as he guided my hands over every inch of his shaft and body, pointing out the differences between his and my bodies, and teaching me what felt good to him. By the time my 'lesson' was over, his belly fur was almost soaked through with his pre-cum. I couldn't help myself, I just had to put what I'd learned into practice. Sliding down the satin bed sheets I gently started nibbling the fur around his navel, sticking my tongue into the hollow teasingly, and savoring the sweetness of his precum as it mixed with the musky saltiness of the days sweat. Grinning to myself as he started a deep growly purring, I started nibbling slowly southward along his fur, swallowing the occasional hair as I went. I reached his fragrant sheath, filled to the brim with his musky male scent, and overflowing with his pulsating red member. I gently licked around the opening of the heath, at the base of his maleness, sticking my tongue between the hot piece of panther meat and the furry packaging that once held it, eliciting shivers and moans of pleasure from my feline lover as I went. I gently licked along a purple vein on his shaft, from base to tip, giggling softly to myself as the tiny barbs tickled my tongue, before placing the very tip between my lips, licking across the slit I found there, and pulling gently on the base of his tail. He stiffened... He shuddered... And my learning was suddenly rewarded with a mouthful of hot, sticky cat-seed. Moving away from his shaft, startled by the suddenness of his climax, the second squirt landed right across the right side of my face, the third, fourth, and other explosions landing on his belly and slowly soaking into his fur. Suddenly remembering I still had a mouthful, and having recovered from the shock, I let myself taste his seed, letting the sticky fluid coat my mouth before swallowing it. It tasted pretty good, salty and a little bitter - probably all the meat he eats - but not in the least objectionable. I licked my lips and looked at him, he was still breathing heavily, but was recovering just as swiftly, and his shaft had already retreated back into his sheath, leaving only a silver rope of semen in his fur from one of his lower nipples to his navel, as evidence of what'd just happened. He propped himself up on one elbow, and gently cupped his other paw behind my head to gently guide me closer, where he started licking his own juices off of my face, his rough feline tongue feeling soft and almost smooth against my moist skin. "Thank you, that was wonderful. You learn quickly, don't you." he said, grinning like the cat that got the canary. Moving his paw down my body, he gently pulled my naked form close to his, the spoils of my recent exploit gluing his fur to my skin as it dried, filling the room with the smell of male arousal. I pressed myself against his body, I could feel his heart beating against my chest as I managed to let another "Mmm hmm." escape my lips. I reached up and started gently scratching the fur at the top of his head, right between his ears, eliciting a moan, followed by his familiar low rumbling purr. Then I felt something warm and wet pressing against my half hard member. I looked between us, and saw a little finger of prickly pink poking from his sheath, growing slightly longer, slowly. "You're getting hard again?" I asked, genuine suprise filling my voice. "Of course I am," he purred, a large grin on his midnight black muzzle, "I'm a cat - you'd probably be supprised how often we can do it." "Why, how many times *can* you do it?" I inquired. "Personal record? About 47 in one day. But I don't do it that often every day - just a couple of times a year. Normally I can cum around 25 times a day." He grinned slyly, "Although, I find you very attractive, and I think that with you, I could top my personal best someday." And he winked. I couldn't help chuckling little, and I could feel my cheeks redden. "Who knows. But I'm not a cat, I couldn't keep up with you." "No, you're not a cat... Yet" Was all he said to that, grinning a secretive little grin, before he rolled over onto his paws and knees, facing me with a predatory toothy grin on his muzzle, as he stated to slowly pad towards me on the bed. Swallowing a little, I asked him what he was doing. "You've wanted to know what it'd be like to be my prey - I know, I've seen it in your eyes - Now's your chance to learn what can happen to you when you play with the big cats." He paused "Of course, I'll stop at any time if you want me to!" "N-no, don't stop." I said, nervous, not only at the promise of what was going to happen, but also at how he'd read me so well. "So turn tail and try to run." He growl-purred, lowering his torso and head to the bed, and raiding his rump and tail high into the air like a kitten about to play-pounce a bug. I rolled over, and started to get to my feet, when I felt him land n me, pushing me down onto the bed, face down, his powerful maw squeezing at the skin o the back of my neck, without actually breaking it, or causing any pain. Once my breath had returned I wriggled around, trying to break away from him, but as I raised my ass to get some leverage, I felt once more his hot slick maleness, it's spiny tip pressing right against my hole. A large squirt of precum and unexpected thrust later, his weapon was fully sheathed - in my ass! He held it still for the most part, wiggling his hips from side to side a little as my muscles contracted in suprise, waiting for me to adjust to the welcome intruder, the warmth of his throbbing maleness replacing a sense of emptiness I never realized I felt so strongly. As my muscles softened around his shaft, and my wriggling resumed, he tightened his jaws around the nape of my neck, and started gently humping my ass, his forepaws gently pinning my wrists to the bed ass his tail snaked between my legs to brush and press against my swollen balls. I felt his thrusts speed up, his shaft almost being pulled fully from my hole, before being slammed back into my ass with urgency, the fine barbs on his shaft rubbing my prostate with each stroke, and tearing the lining of my insides. I could feel my own climax approaching rapidly as my crotch was being rubbed against the satin sheets beneath me. Suddenly, as if from no-where, his second orgasm of the night hit him, flooding my aching hole with his molten lava. I could feel the heat of his semen flowing throughout my body as his seed entered my blood through the holes in my ravaged ass. I felt so hot all over that I couldn't hold back my own orgasm, and suddenly exploded onto the bedclothes, my body spasming and jerking, and twisting upon itself. The last thing I remember before fading into black was the feeling of my newfound love tenderly holding me close as the last of our climaxes ebbed away, and softly licking blood from the pinprick holes I hadn't noticed until then. I woke up the next morning... well... afternoon, to the sound of songbirds, and the scent of steak gently wafting past my muzzle. sitting up in the bed I felt a few pangs of pain from the hard yiff I'd had hours before, and gently scratched my chest with claws fully unsheathed, before standing and going through the clear glass barrier to my hosts bathroom to tidy up for brunch. I gave my morning erection a few gentle tugs, before throwing a handful water on my face to help wake me up, and gently toweled down my fur, realizing I wouldn't be able to piss for a few minutes. As I slowly lowered the towel from my face and looked into the mirror without the morning blurring my vision, I froze as I saw two amber eyes looking over the cloth back at me. And around those eyes I saw white, black and orange fur. Dropping the towel to the floor in a combined feeling of shock, curiosity, and joy I turned from the reflection in the mirror to my own body. I looked down along my muzzle at a pair of feline legs a tail curled around one of the ankles. I ran a paw over my chest and belly, and saw my claws extending and retracting as I gently pulled at the tiger fur that covered my entire body.... including a sheath filled with my renewed morning erection, and a pair of heavy globes, wrapped in a velveteen sack. ~Do you like it?~ I heard a familiar sweet voice in my mind's ear, and turned around to see 'Taica looking my new body up and down. "How did I hear you? Did you do this? Why? How can I thank you for it?" ~We're cats, we're psychic - you and I have always been able to talk telepathically~ He grinned. ~It's how I knew you were looking at me that time, it's how I asked you not to leave the coffeehouse yesterday, and it's how I knew what you wanted last night~ ~Why did I do it? Because you've always been a tiger. I saw your soul the first time I saw you, an I knew then that you're a tiger, I just brought that to the physical surface.~ He held up the plastic bag he had with him at the coffeehouse yesterday, and produced a stuffed toy tiger, and handed it to me ~Which is also why I bought this! It' how I changed you to what you are now. and those out there,~ He pointed to his bed, and the plethora of plushies there, ~ are from the others I've granted this gift to.~ He reached out and removed a collar from the plush toy, and gently placed it around my neck. Looking at it in the mirror, I saw it had a wooden carving of a pawprint on it. ~And when you wear this, you will appear to those who knew you, as you once were. Can't have you losing your job afterall!~ he purred. ~how can you thank me?~ he continued, ~Well, we have our whole lives left together! We have a garden filled with secret spots! We have our magic! ... And we have your new form for us to explore!~ and he gently pulled my tailbase, causing me to freeze, close my eyes, and shudder in pure ecstasy. Once the intense pleasure had subsided I threw my arms around him and hugged him as tightly as I could, kissing him passionately before saying just one thing: "Promises, promises!" The end... Maybe ;)