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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.
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.
