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≒ This Frenzied Season [Krimson & MellowYellow] ≓

Krimson

Super-Earth
Joined
Jul 7, 2010
It's been fully three years since the adoption of the "Cultural Exchange Between Species Bill." In the past, the government used to hide these humanoid species from the world. However, it was decided that both would benefit from peaceful co-existence, and thus this bill was born. Since then, the cultural exchange program has been a huge success, and the various species have been able to integrate into human society at ease. Due to the relative low populations of these species compared to humans, they were still somewhat rare. But, surprisingly, their presence was generally well received.

The first species that were integrated were generally the most peace-loving kinds. Humans seemed to take better to girls with bunny ears or cat tails than they did to centaurs and minotaurs, though those soon made their appearances as well. Samira, belonging to the species Tigera, was considered too dangerous in appearance until recently. Since her transfer to Elion University, there has definitely been a few students that have been frightened by the tall tigress. Their fears were misplaced. Despite being nearly six feet in height and built as powerfully as a boxer, Samira was hardly the violent sort. Somethings the students soon learned as they attended classes with the tiger-stripped anthro, who always wore the most friendly smile, tail swishing mirthfully as she weaved in and out of conversations. In only two months, Samira has made more than two paws full of human friends, something that delighted the easy-going tigress.

Her admirers, however, far exceeded that. The attention, flattering as it was, surprised her. Although humanoid in shape and gifted with a full mane of layered red locks, she still very much resembled a tiger, something she learned from her human friends was an insentient animal. Every inch of her was covered in soft fur - her stomach and breasts surfaced with a pale white while the rest of her was all orange and stripes. Two black, short-furred ears peeked out of her hair, her pink nose and white maw distinctively feline. Even her eyes, a beautiful shade of crystalline blue, were centered with black slits, pupils quite unlike any human. Not to mention her tail, nearly two and a half feet in length. It was, admittedly, quite fluffy, but she would have really preferred if the other students refrained from touching it as they were prone to do so. It was quite sensitive, especially near the base, and while her humans friends no doubt did not realize, the way they always stroked it was exceedingly arousing, and consequently, highly awkward for Samira.

She had, in the two month she attended the human university, proven herself to be quite an avid scholar. And thus, it came as a surprise when the redhead was absent for class one day. And again, on the next. A few of her friends murmured to themselves in concern. Was Samira sick? But when they texted her, the tigress assured them that she was quite well, that she had just came down with a bit of a cold, and would be back in class next week. That seemed to assuage their worries. The truth, however, was more complicated. As is normal to her species, four times a year, once every season, she would enter a period of heightened sexuality.

It was not alike how animals went into heat; the need assaulted her every waking moment, making it hard to concentrate, spurring her to find a mate, find anything, to sate her burning lust. But, given that she was the only one of her kind in the nearby vicinity, this particular season has been harsh on Samira. It wasn't that some of the humans haven't offered...but she'd received a rather stern warning from the Cultural Exchange Coordinators about inter-species intimacy. It wasn't forbidden per se...but inadvisable especially given her species being a predatory one. What she considered normal, by human standards, was quite rough. Not to mention the size of her... Tigera, after all, was an entirely female species. That meant during their estrus cycle, the more dominant members sprouted the relevant appendages for mating. And even among her own kind, she was considered quite gifted, compared to humans...well...and hence her hesitation.

Fortunately, her heat would only last a week, and she was content to hole up in her apartment until it passes. Given the hot weather, Samira wore nothing more than a simple black shirt, one that just barely concealed her impressive bosom, and left her chiseled abs bare. Her arms similarly lined with hardened muscles, her shoulders powerfully built. The normally friendly glint in her eyes was lined with agitation, and the way her tail swished about almost erratically made Samira more intimidating looking than usual. A pair of gray sweatpants settled low on her hips, featuring her prominent hip bones. The height such that she could freely swish her tail about. A light sheen of sweat covered her, but was hardly visible through her soft furs. She looked as though she had just been working out, which wasn't...entirely untrue, if one could consider furiously masturbating a workout. But hey, how else was she supposed to deal with the near relentless need pounding at her temples?

A thought shelved for another time - blue eyes flickering to her door, surprised by the ring of her doorbell. She quickly scanned around, ensuring that everything looked mostly neat and orderly. The cords to her video game consoles were a little tangled, and she had pieces of cloth strew about, but nothing looked too out of place. Check, check, and check. She went to open the door.
 
Samira not attending class was as odd as seeing a snowstorm in the Sahara, and though they had only known each other a short time it left Claire a touch... concerned. Soon after the tigress had been enrolled in the university the two had become good friends, with Claire being the one to act as a guide to the tigress. Not just in showing her around the college, but she also had to educate the Tigera girl on human customs and how they were distinct from her native ones. No incidents to report, nobody had gotten hurt, but she had still been quick toa ct as a guide to keep such problems from arising.

She was actually quite fond of the exotic creature. Romantically? Possibly- the idea of banging another woman hadn't exactly been thrown out of her mind. From her experience it seemed she was one to attract that kind of attention too. Claire was, after all, an attractive young woman of twenty-two with a silky bob cut of fine black hair and she had worked hard to keep in decent shape and keep her hourglass figure looking fine (While she lacked Samira's potent muscle, she didn't have any unneeded fat either). More than once she had been propositioned by other ladies and she had politely declined.

It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to women, but she just wanted a woman with a little something... beyond the norm.

Thus her thoughts returned to Samira. A sexy and exotic creature, with such lovely strong arms and comfy fluffy fur... it was as if she had all of Claire's ideal aspects rolled into one powerful package. She had hoped to get closer, hoped to become more than be her token human friend. What better chance to get closer than to help her while she was sick? The idea had seemed to pop into her mind out of the blue, and as she had no lectures today she had gone to the store and snatched up some chicken soup and some cold medicine. Hey she looked a little on the human side, so maybe the old human methods would make her feel better? Either way she had headed off to Samira's apartment with her brown paper bag clutched in her tanned, toned arms.

Upon arriving, and waiting for arrival, she checked her reflection in the metal of the doorframe. Her pretty face lacked blemishes, her blue eyes looked sparkling as ever, her tight red tank top hugged her plump breasts firmly, and her obsidian yoga pants hugged the contours of her toned legs and her perky ass in a most exquisite way. At 5'7" she was perhaps on the short side, but then again just about everyone seemed that way to Samira.

Finally the door opened and Claire flashed her friend a dear smile "My my Sammy, you look like you've just sweated up a storm. Exercise is certainly not the way to go when you're sick," she said. "Fortunately I know how to handle any sickness- I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't offer a hand."
 
"Oh, hi Claire, didn't know you'll be stopping by." The tigress started, surprised by the unannounced visit. She figured that it was a door to door salesman or maybe a routine apartment inspection or something. Then, realizing that her response could be interpreted as mildly rude, she hastily added. "I'm feeling a lot better actually. So I hate to trouble you."

That wasn't true. If anything, she was feeling worse since the arrival of her friend. Her best friend among the humans, to be precise. Claire had been incredibly diligent as her guide. It was a little strange, perhaps, for the six feet tall tigress to be protected in a way by a much shorter human, but she could appreciate the way Claire always looked out for her. This wasn't the first time Claire's been over at her place, and were it any other time, she would have gladly welcomed the visit. But...Samira licked her chops, her gaze lingering a moment too long upon the brown paper bag, or precisely, those luscious orbs just barely obscured. Stop it. She mentally slapped herself, pulling her gaze back up to meet Claire's eyes. A pristine shade of blue not unlike her own, but the pupils distinctively human.

If she were being honest with herself, she had always found Claire attractive. Even without the effects of this accursed season, Samira had often caught her gaze lingering upon the shapely human longer than strictly necessary. She'd always dismissed the idea, however. For one, as far as she could tell, Claire never dated girls. And secondly, she'd hate to hurt her friend. Although...her gaze dropped to Claire's hips. The girl was surprisingly full-figured considering how slim she was. Perhaps it would fit after all...? The mere thought made her twitch inside the loose confines of her sweats. Her cock thankfully remaining dormant after the long session just now. Stupid heat. It was like her mind was looping one track. She felt like an adolescent, and it was embarrassing and frustrating all at once. One bloody stupid week.

Samira barely realized that she'd been lost in her thoughts for a few seconds too long, staring at Claire even as she berated herself. That brought a hint of a flush to her cheeks - quite the curious sight, actually, a tigress blushing. "Ah, sorry, blanked out there - do come in." Pulling the door open wider, gesturing for her human friend to come in said. "Can I get you something to drink? Water? Beer?"
 
Was Samira checking her out? Claire had a decent poker face so she was able to act innocent, but inwardly she was analyzing every little act her friend did. She knew the look, the intrigue in the eyes. She had been oggled many times since she got her figure like this and she knew instinctively when she was being admired. Samira was into her. Inwardly Claire was smiling. Maybe she had a shot at this after all...

"Blanking on me? Maybe you're still a little on the sick side," she remarked. At Samira's offer she seemed to ponder it for moment... beer would help speed things along, but it was rather early in the day. And from her experiences going to clubs with Samira it seemed the tigress had a liver of adamantium. It wouldn't be as effective as she might hope, thus it would be best to go the more mundane route.

"Water please," she said with a smile, walking into the Tigera's apartment. A scent immediately struck her like a brick wall, leaving her blinking for a moment while she stopped mid-step. Claire was no stranger to this apartment, and it did have a bit of an... animal scent to it most of the time, but this was something altogether different. Only a few years back she had spent a summer working in a kennel, and more than once she had caught the dogs... getting into it. The scent in the air from those incidents seemed paltry compared to the pungent odor of sex that seemed to permeate through the air.

It was enough to make her heartbeat rise, her mouth going dry while she fought to comprehend the smell. "I uh," Claire said, trying to get her mind back on track. Clearing her throat she proceeded to set her bag of supplies onto the sofa, bending over and seeming to aim her squeezable rear outward. A fine butt, with only a few millimeters of teasing, stretchy fabric keeping the flesh hidden away...

"I brought you a cup of soup. Chicken. They uh, they say it doesn't actually help when you feel sick but those people are talking out of their asses. I brought you some painkillers and some sleep aids too. You know, in case your sickness is keeping you up at night." Claire stood and brushed a few strands of hair from her face, hiding her blushing face away from view. "Dunno if you need them but... well I didn't want you feeling bad."
 
"Sure, just a second." Samira turned, making her way to a home filtration system, fetching a clean glass and mineral water. She bought her water by the jug-full. Humans might not be able to taste the difference, but she certainly could. There was just something so utterly metallic about tap water, even if filtered, that completely offended her senses. Mineral water, in that regard, was much better--

A thought forgotten as she turned, the chilled glass almost sliding out of her hand. Or paw, it was hard to be precise. Her digits was slim, human like, her claws sheathed within soft tips. But the palms of her hands were lined with soft pads, and, upon close examination, even her fingers were coated with short, soft fur, so short that it was barely visible, but creating a completely different texture from a human touch.

Her attention, meanwhile, was completely focused on her friend. Pupils dilating more, before suddenly constricting, similar to how a cat would behave when suddenly exposed to a bright light. Her sharpened canines gleamed as she salivated at the sight. That ass... More than the pleasing curvature, it was Claire's pose that completely captured the tigress' attention. The girl might have simply been engaged in something as simple as setting her bags down, but she had, in the process, bent herself over the sofa, ass up, face down, the universal mating call of beasts. Samira's fingers twitched, and she found herself walking, all but stalking, toward Claire before her mind caught herself. Even as the girl straightened, looking at her with those ever considerate eyes, rambling something about chicken soup. She blinked. And again, her pupils returning to usual, a change not too discernible, as they were usually slitted anyway.

"Um," A surprising lack of eloquence from the tigress, who usually seemed to always know what to say. "Thanks Claire. Sure, I'll try some of the soup. Here's your water..." Setting the cup down upon the coffee table instead of handing it over, Samira not quite daring to touch the girl. Claire had hardly been in her apartment for a few moments and she was already finding it hard to control herself. Her nose twitched, inhaling the other's unique, tantalizing scent. By the gods...she smelled so good... Samira licked her lips, finding it increasingly difficult to keep the desire out of her eyes. Something she sought to hide by turning to face the television, changing the subject. "Want to watch something? I got Netflix. You can pick the show, or movie, or whatever." She rounded the coffee table, plopping herself down upon the coach, fetching the remote for Claire.
 
Something was... off. For just a moment Claire had felt as if she was in some sort of peril, as if being followed by a predator. Human instincts had been dulled by modern society, to a far greater degree than Samira's people, but in that instant some familiar animal part of her brain had kicked her to attention. She glanced at Samira for just a moment and watched her set the water down with some mild sense of caution.

Had Samira been watching her? The notion felt silly. Despite appearances Samira was most definitely not predatory. She was a kind and sweet woman and very civil despite the occasional foible brought about by the culture barrier. Surely she would never treat a person as prey! Perhaps Claire was looking at it from the wrong angle. Maybe she didn't see Claire as prey in the sense of food, but prey in the sense of... something to mate with.

Now that had Claire's heartbeat rising, soaring even, and she was only briefly snapped back to reality by her dear friends words. "Hm? O-oh no I couldn't. It's your home after all, and I don't think you'd quite like the shows I like..." Still she smiled and took a seat and decided to test her theory a bit.

After plopping herself down she let her head rest against Samira's muscular left arm, her face sinking a bit into the soft stripey fur until the thick muscle beneath proved a more rigid support for her minuscule weight. This pose was nothing new. After all they had watched movies together on more than one occasion, and whenever it would get late she would recline into the tigress' comfortably large frame for warmth and cosiness. "You pick Sammy, I'm more than happy to watch anything with you," Claire said, speaking in a rather soothing and sweet tone.

Time to test her theory and see if Samira really was a 'predator' and see what she would do with a bounty of ass within reach...
 
The soup was good, but she couldn't quite muster enough of her wits to truly savor its favor. All but woofing the container down, licking at her maw before setting the now empty thing on the coffee-table, flipping through the rows of titles all the while. Settling on something relatively safe, a new Romcom that's apparently all the rage, based on the texts she's been getting. PG-13, because she sure as hell couldn't handle anything more than that right now.

Because Claire was leaning on her. The young woman's silken strands brushed against her fur, and she found herself flexing involuntarily, before relaxing, providing a comfortable body pillow for her friend. Her friend. She had to remind herself. Because Claire just smelled so damn good. A feminine scent that tickled her nostrils, far more enticing than any perfume. Fuck her...breed her...pump her full of cum...Her mind cajoled, demanded, but she shoved those thoughts aside. A movie, right, that's what they were doing. It was nothing new; Claire was a frequent guest in her apartment, and this was a usual activity between the two of them.

The only difference is that she hadn't been so out of her mind horny in any of those other encounters. God, just having the human so close to her was driving her up the wall. She could feel the blood in her veins rushing toward one direction, her recently satisfied shaft starting to fill with blood again, responding to the primitive instincts clawing at her more rational mind.

"So, did I miss anything important in class?"

She attempted to make some light-hearted conversation, while she reached down with a paw to discretely adjust herself, aligning her half-hard length diagonally, before crossing the leg closer to Claire over the other, as if that would help hide her growing erection. Her sweats were thankfully loose enough to be making a fair attempt at that, but her girth such that, even half-hard, there was a rather suspicious ridge into her previously flat sweats. Maybe just a trick of the light?
 
Samira was so comfy, managing to be sturdy enough that she could rest her weight against her without even making a dent, but lined with that exquisite fur that made the tigress so alluring to touch. And the warmth! Goodness it was like spooning with a radiator! It was astounding to Claire that the lovely exotic lady was single. Perhaps there was some rule against it by the people organizing the cultural exchange?

Wouldn't be surprising. As sexy as Samira was, she likely could accidentally hurt someone if she got 'passionate' with them Then again Claire had found she was actually fond of a bit of roughness. In her mind it really added to the general experience. Of course Claire was most definitely unaware of the Tigera's interesting sexual anatomy, and how rough she could conceivably get with that same anatomy.

"Oh, ah... not really. Most of the stuff has been recapping on the last months work. You know, with exams coming up in a few weeks time." The thought made Claire sigh and sink her head deeper into the soft texture of Samira's fur, eyes returning to the screen. The romcom wasn't all that comedic, but the romance was... surprisingly intriguing despite the rather tame age rating of the flick.

"I'm sure you'll be back before the exams though. You're one tough cookie," she looked up, smiling at the powerful tigress. "It's just one of the reasons why I'm so fond of you."
 
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