This is set in the
"Tales from the Blind Pig" universe. This also contains subject mater of
an adult nature, and hence should be read only by those with open minds and
that are over 18. Standard disclaimers apply.
Editor's note: This is set roughly between "Sound blasting", and before the
events described in "Eating out".
So Kerry and I have been married all of two months. Considering that the "ceremony" consisted of myself, her, and a few close friends along with the minister (I still have headaches from trying to find a SCABs friendly minister who did not immediately go off on some bestiality tangent when the subject was mentioned), it was a simple ceremony. My preference was that we have a Justice of the Peace do it so it would be legal, but Kerry insisted on a minister as well. Getting the license for the marriage was a piece of cake, as the town we went to was quite friendly about it (Hell, they advertised their "We will marry ANYONE" specials on television after they got the "equality in marriage" law passed there. From what I was hearing, the income from the licenses went up some 500%, and the hotels were booked solid for a month and a half from people coming in expressly to get a valid marriage done.)
But I am going off on a tangent myself. Two months. Woof. Now, keep in mind that I already went over the whole "this is what my anatomy looks like in my various forms" talk with Kerry before the whole marriage was even a thought. It was, in fact, part of her introduction to becoming a room mate. (Part of the reason why I took on a roommate was not for the money as I had that covered, but to help me out in doing some tasks such as cooking and whatnot that I could not reliably or easily do in my full morph form.) Kerry finally got the guts to try sleeping next to me a week ago. I did have a bit of a paw in it. I tweaked the automation system to forcibly cool her room down as far as the thermostat would go, but she will not find out about that. At least I hope not. She did find out what it felt like to have a large, warm, furry body next to you all night. And she did make such a good heat sink. ::snicker:: That was a fun morning. She was wearing underclothes, so I do not think she trusted me fully that time.
Anyhoo, seeing as she did not get mauled or otherwise, she started sleeping with me more often, and wearing less. We also found that the closures on the bra tended to catch on my fur, which was a painful experience for both of us. So, she just stopped wearing them. The panties followed shortly thereafter. (Well, at least for two nights. The last night I woke up to find them wrapped around my muzzle. Silly girl.) We did have some pretty long evening discussions about it, and eventually decided one night to try it out. I shifted to morphic, and a few minutes later we were doing the horizontal tango. a few minutes after that, I discovered that my body does not like having sex in morphic form the hard way, as I shifted back down to full morph in short order, and quite painfully. Fortunately, Kerry had the presence of mind to make sure that I was out, as I get a bit stranger in full morph, and grow other interesting additions on it as well. (When I said fully changed, I meant it.) We did it a few other times over the rest of that week and next, and it was ok as long as we de-coupled as soon as I started shifting back down. However, This last time was different. It happened two days ago...
In hind sight, we probably should have called it a miss. We were both tired from a hard day's work and probably should not have even tried it. but we figured there would not be any problem. After the act was over, the last thing I remember was passing out. When I opened my eyes again, it was a brief glimpse of Kerry winding up and hitting me with a roundhouse right in the jaw, which knocked me right off the pad. As I lay there stunned, she verbally unloaded on me. "That fucking hurt mister! Why didn't you pull out before shifting? I was too tired to get off on my own!" She then gave me a second roundhouse which finished the first one's job and knocked me cold.
By the time I regained my passport to the land of the awake, She had left.
The note explained that she was going to the OB-GYN to see just how bad the
damage was. Fortunately, I know the number, so I made a phone call, and requested
that I get the bill. To my surprise, the office manager whom I was argueing
with handed me over to Kerry. She apologized for knocking me cold like that.
"That is ok. I deserved it. Put me back on the phone with the office manager
so I can give her my credit card info."
"Not yet. Do you want to hear how bad the damage is?"
I sighed. "Sure."
"Well, it was nothing serious. As long as we knock it off until I roll back,
which will happen in a few days, I should be just fine."
This cheered me up a bit. "Great. Now will you let me talk to the silly office
manager?" She giggled. "Sure. She'll happily take your money this time. That
was a diversionary tactic, silly kitty. I knew you'd be calling in to pay for
it, and I wanted to talk to you." I swear she could hear me roll my eyes. "Ok.
I will see you when you get home." She agreed, and handed me off to the office
manager, who apologized for the earlier runaround. "That is alright. She
somehow manages to out think me all the time. Are you ready for the number?"
After she got home from the OB-GYN, I explained to her that I too, had passed
out. We both agreed not to do that again. We also had a very long discussion
over experimentation and "safe" words in the future. We had a few days to plan
for the next session, in any case, and she showed me a side that frankly I never
expected. Especially when she came home the next day with several bags from the
adult shop down the street from the studio. As she removed the various items from
the bags, she explained to me what the various bits and bobs were for. The lube I
understood almost immediately. (Tigers are among the species that keep their penis
in a sheath, and every now and again it needs "encouragement" to come out.) The
videos were a given (Although I'll never figure out how Double
Z studios managed to get going without a lawsuit from the furry owner of
Zig Zag, frankly. Maybe he gets a cut.)
The dildos puzzled me for all of 3 seconds until I figured out what she was
up to, especially after looking at the titles of the videos. What really
surprised me, though, was the contents of the third bag. It contained
a harness that she wanted to fit me into. The after dinner discussion involved
usage of all these things, and what she was after, which slightly embarrassed her.
"Honey, I know that this is embarrassing for you, but it will be a lot more
embarrassing for me if I have you bail you out in some manner, or have Fire and
Rescue bail us both out because of some mistake or misunderstanding. So, will you
tell me what is on your mind?" The sheepish look on her face did not help at all.
"Well, remember when that one minister was ranting about you being an animal
and an abomination before God?" I rolled my eyes. "Do I ever. I am glad we left
before he got a good head of steam going and gave us the full 'fire and
brimstone' speech."
"Well, I want to try it out." I inwardly groaned. "I think we did already last
time. Here me out," I said as I held up a paw to forestall the argument from
her. "Now, the last time we did it, I shifted back down to full form afterward.
When I am morphic, my plumbing works the same way as humans. However, it's
different in full form. Are you aware of just how tigers copulate?" She shook
her head. "It's apparently not very pleasant for the female." I remembered
the information that both the vet and a
web
site on the subject gave me. "Tigers are induced ovulators, and must be
stimulated through frequent copulation in order to become pregnant. To help
stimulate ovulation, the male tiger's penis has spines. The brief act of
copulation occurs continually for a five day period. When the female is in
heat and ready to mate, she gets into a certain position. The male mounts her
and bites the back of her neck. Mating lasts only a few seconds, but the two
may mate several times in an hour.1"
She was looking at me oddly as I continued. "Do you really want to do that?"
She found her voice finally, and asked, "That's what wild tigers do. You however,
have a human mind driving a tiger's body. What sort of difference would that make?"
I thought about it for a moment, and got up and went into my room. Rummaging
around in a drawer, I pulled out the package I found and brought it into the
main room. "These were somewhat expensive to get. My vet not only had a hard
time finding these, but she gave me no end of grief about getting them." The
package contained condoms sized for my full form. "These will ensure that we
do not make a huge mess with the night's experimentation. Shall we find out?"
Kerry only giggled. Fortunately, the things were overbuilt, and we did not
make a mess, nor did they break.
Four Days Later
The results of the "experimenting" being what they were prompted Kerry to fully explain what she wanted to do. Seems that although I am a tiger, the 'mating' process, even in full form, is human. It is just the equipment that's a tad bit different, although a bit of laughter was had after Kerry said that. Probably because I dropped my voder out, morphed my throat, and did my party stopping impersonation of Yoda: "No difference! Size matters not!" The harness was a bit interesting to get used to, though. Fortunately, the designers knew what they were doing, because although it looked uncomfortable, it was quite comfy to wear. As it turned out, the dildos were not really needed, as she somehow was still stretched out after her rollback. Neither of us could explain that fully. She did mentioned the the spines were an "interesting sensation". She explained that although it hurt a small amount (which made me shudder), the sensation was rather pleasant once she got used to it.
We did run into one problem: The human scents that the female puts out will do the trick when I am in morphic, but has absolutely no effect in full form. The vet came through with something unlikely: a perfume that emulated the estrus of a female tiger, but with some additions to make it bearable to the wearer. I still have no idea just how this vet came to know this information, and the 'vibe' I got from her as she was explaining it told me not to ask, either. (The 'vibe' is a combination of scent, body language, and intuition.) Plus, the stuff was pretty reasonable, price-wise. She explained that the essence was actually obtained from various zoo tigers around the country, and mixed with other scents to produce it. She did warn us not to wear it in the zoo, as bad things might happen if the male tigers got wind of it. Seeing the effects it had on me, I took it as gospel. I also ordered another box of rubbers. To my surprise, she asked how they held up, and was pleased when I told her. (Oddly enough, even though my vet is female, she is very easy to talk to about these sort of issues. I do not know why. It did get silly when Kerry started adding in her comments, though.)
The other animorph SCABS at work knew almost the second we walked in the door what we had been up to over the weekend, and only got a smile out of us when asked what we did.