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This part clocks in at around 12,000 words and contains not 1 but 2 hot and steamy scenes to keep the blood flowing.

Please enjoy.
", "writing": "Footprints and pawprints\nShera lay sprawled in the sun. A cool spring breeze ran across her fur and the grass around her gently waved. It tickled at her nose and she huffed out a sigh. The sound of her sudden breath woke Tarvor, who had been napping leaned up against her furred chest with a thin piece of dark cloth draped over his eyes.\n\nAll morning they had been packing for their journey, though there wasn’t really that much to do. Even at their own relaxed pace the work was done shortly after lunch and a moment’s relaxation seemed reasonable. \n\nTarvor rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groaned pathetically though he couldn’t have been asleep for more than half an hour or so. Shera rolled her eyes at his dramatizing but she wasn’t about to get up herself. She was far too content to remain spread on the grass with her human’s body pressed up against hers. \n\nA few weeks had passed since the hunt that had nearly ended in tragedy, and it had been blissful time. The pair was inseparable, nearly always in arms reach of one another. Many brisk spring evenings had turned into humid, sordid affairs in the comforts of their tents. They created a world that contained only the two of them. Yet at the same time there was much discussion about the looming danger that Shera had been originally warned of.\n\nSometimes she felt as if some palpable force must be looming out there in the darkness, watching Tarvor and her as they slept, brooding, waiting. Tarvor was on edge as well, he didn’t seem to want to talk about it and often changed the subject when she brought it up, but eventually a decision was made. They had to leave their mountain retreat. \n\nOnly yesterday they had come up with the plan, and already tomorrow they were leaving. The human she had chosen wasted no time once he set his mind to a path. The only thing that kept him from leaving today was the fact that daylight was already half gone and descending the steeper parts of the mountain in the dusk was a foolish way to die. Instead he insisted they pack up what they could today, spend one last night in the bed Shera had come to love, and leave with the rising sun. \n\nTarvor shifted restlessly against Shera, perhaps bothered by the same thoughts that flitted through her own mind. Worries and problems for another day. He ran his hand across her sides and flank, ruffling her soft fur coat and causing her to purr in pleasure. She loved his roaming hands, he was a constant source of tender, or rough, touches of emotion. A gentle pat to comfort or an absentminded stroke across her neck as he worried over some problem in his mind. Other touches as well. A girlish giggle bubbled up inside her and spilled across the mental link to Tarvor. He of course picked up on it immediately and his hands began to wander further down her body, transforming an innocent touch of affection to something far more risqué. \n\nShera allowed herself to enjoy the sensation for a moment, his strong hands cupping her backside, his fingers prodding gently towards her most tender areas, but it was not the time for that. She quickly stuck her neck out and let her tongue trawl across the side of Tarvor’s cheek to return the affection, while simultaneously getting her feet under her and unceremoniously dumping Tarvor in the dirt as she stood.\n\nShe laughed at the surprised look on his face and he laughed with her. His laugh was deep and warm, hers a choked chortle. Her feline vocal chords still couldn’t seem to emulate human laughter but it never seemed to bother Tarvor.\n\n“Sorry, I forgot you were leaning on me” Shera aggressively pushed her large head into his chest as way of apology. Rubbing her cheeks against him. Tarvor for his part attempted to fend off the big cat. “I was somewhat distracted” she lilted with a sly wink, a mannerism she actually had learned to emulate in her feline form.\n\nTarvor laughed and succeeded in finally pushing the lioness off him. He rose to his feet, standing tall and stretching his arms to the sky before deliberately putting one hand under his nose to smell the sweet scent that clung to his fingers there. \n\n“Can’t imagine why” he said with no small amount of sarcasm.\n\nShera didn’t need to be so blatant to smell what was on Tarvor’s, fingers yet she shook her head. “Well, that among other things. Could you tell me again where we’re going tomorrow?” Shera looked the huntsman in the eye and pushed some of her feelings of doubt and concern through their bond as if to punctuate her request.\n\n“Do you mean the name of the place? It’s Yost, but I don’t know if that actually tells you much. I don’t have a map but I suppose I could try and explain where exactly it’s located” Tarvor started to make marks in the dirt beginning with a large triangle to symbolize the mountain, but Shera ignored them.\n\n“Well not so much that, I mean more about what kind of place it is? Is it a big city or a small town?” Shera shuffled one paw through the grass nervously. “Are the people there good? Will they be friendly?”\n\nTarvor’s face darkened and his lips pulled back into a tight line. “Well as to that I can’t say that I really know.” He squatted down and idly pushed the dirt around. “I’ve been there once last fall to trade for some supplies but that doesn’t make me very familiar with it. Though if you’re worried about people giving you funny looks in town I can almost guarantee that they will, unfortunately. A large predatory cat is going to draw attention to matter where we go. I’d wager half the place hasn’t even seen a live mountain lion.” He paused and stared aimlessly into the distance before finishing. “Don’t worry though I can handle whatever happens.”\n\nShera didn’t doubt his promise yet it did little to quell the worry that had wrapped around her. She shivered despite the warmth of the sun beating down on the pair. Tarvor touched her shoulder gently offering his silent support and it did make her feel somewhat better. Yet still she was unsure, they didn’t even know what it was they were supposed to be looking for. The trip into town was just in the hopes they happened to stumble across something, anything, that could point them in the right direction. If they heard nothing they would just walk to the next town and do the same.\n\nThe journey could take them through hundreds of towns, months, years of time. There was no guarantee they’d ever find something, let alone find it in the first place they stopped. Surely in one of those places they’d visit would be people who didn’t feel comfortable with a large cat. They would fear for their children and livestock. Then they’d come with their sticks and their anger and who knows how that would turn out. \n\nShera’s head hung low as she dwelt on this. An afternoon nap had felt nice but she was still inexorably drawn into something that she had so little control over. How could we change whatever was about to happen? She wondered.\n\nThis is too much thinking for me right now. Shera told herself. Brooding isn’t going to do any good, I should instead be focusing on enjoying the last day of the wonderful time I’ve spent in this camp with Tarvor. We may never see it again. It was a bittersweet thought but it still strengthened her resolve. Maybe it was time for a little play after all.\n\nShe stepped quickly toward the edge of the clearing where the clean water was found in a wooden pail and proceeded to sate her thirst. A mischievous notion entered her head and she lifted her tail into the air as she dropped her chest lower to the ground, exaggerating her position. She could practically feel the heat of Tarvor’s gaze on her exposed backside. Excitement welled in her. After all, who doesn’t enjoy being appreciated by a lover. She wiggled a little to alleviate any worry of ambiguity.\n\nShera heard footsteps behind her. She no longer drank the crisp water in front of her, instead she simply maintained the position and waited. She fought the urge to turn and look at what her mate was doing and let the surprise add to the excitement as his footsteps fell closer. He was almost upon her now.\n\nA hand fell upon her flank and she reflexively twitched her tail. A gentle touch, just the lightest of pressures traced up her back, rubbing her fur the wrong way and tickling along her spine. She could sense Tarvor close behind her, bare inches from her exposed parts. She felt her own excitement rising alongside the secondhand feelings from Tarvor. His own lust poured across the bond into her, an almost physical presence in her consciousness.\n\nThe hand had reached her shoulders, where it was joined by another. They rubbed and groped at her. Shera had closed her eyes and she could now feel the heat from Tarvor’s breath on the nape of her neck. He was leaning over her, massaging her back. The feel of his strong hands across the loose skin on her shoulders was amazing, he knew just how to rub her to get her engine running. Weeks of practice had trained him well. \n\nHe lay his weight on her back, she bore him up easily. The feel of a mate’s body on top of hers triggered an instinctual response and she pushed her own hips back until they touched Tarvor’s. She shivered. He was fully clothed but she could feel his thick member as it pushed against his tight leather trousers. The material stretched taut around him and he ground himself against her hips making her growl in delight. \n\nLeaning against her back, his mouth was right next to Shera’s ear. He moaned wordlessly and breathed upon the sensitive skin there. His breath was warm and humid and the noises he made excited her every bit as much as the pressure on her nethers. She dropped her head and began to breath hard as Tarvor’s grinding began to drive her further toward the brink. The tide of lust in her was rising, driving anything else from her mind.\n\nTarvor wrapped his arms around her chest and leaned heavily into her but Shera wanted something more substantial. She roared and bucked her shoulders, loosening her human’s grip on her, and struggled to turn around in his arms. Face to face with him she ran her tongue across his neck. He tasted slightly salty, a delicate sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. He’s more excited than I realized she thought to herself slyly. \n\nHer eyes drifted across his body, his cloth shirt clung to his pecs and abs, outlining them through his clothes and his pants were deliciously taught. She pushed her snout against his trapped package and enjoyed the smell of him. Tarvor placed his hands on either side of her head, cradling her gently. She looked up at him and met his gaze as she licked his member through the thick leathers. \n\n“Clothes. Off.” She commanded in the sultriest voice she could manage. He wasted no time in obeying the order.\n\nShera savored the sight of her mate undressing himself. She had experimented with undressing him herself, but the clothes had become shredded in the process. He even bore a few light scratches due to clumsiness. Secretly she wanted to try again sometime, but for now she just watched as Tarvor slowly dropped his pants allowing his member to slide into view, fully engorged and standing at attention. A stiff monument to her. \n\nThe smell of him hit her senses with full force, a scent she did not believe she would ever completely tire of. She associated it with everything great in the life she knew, the rich heady aroma of his lust. As soon as his pants were fully removed she swiftly closed in on her prey. He stood utterly naked before her and his cock dangling out in front of him was too enticing to ignore. \n\nShe was so excited that she took him in her mouth with little warning, causing Tarvor to gasp in surprise and push at her head with his hands by instinct. However, he did not pull away. Cradling her cheeks and rubbing at her ears he leaned his head back in ecstasy as Shera surrounded his cock with her tongue. \n\nHe tasted even better than he smelled, the smooth skin of his member slid back and forth on her tongue. She wrapped her feline lips around him and sucked, applying as much pressure as she could. She had yet been able to bring him to climax with her mouth alone, and she considered it to be something of a challenge at this point.\n\nShe moaned to him mentally and slurped at him noisily, she knew he liked that. Nothing made him hornier than the thought of her enjoying him. She made sure he was very much aware of how she loved to please him. His cock stiffened and throb in her mouth and a drop of his slick precum touched her tongue. Tangy and sweet. She moaned again, hungrily, and redoubled her efforts. Tarvor began to thrust into her mouth in time with her movements. She could feel herself leaking her own pleasure, the sticky juice running down her legs.\n\nTarvor let slip a throaty laugh. “You’re a naughty cat, you act like you haven’t eaten for days.”\n\nShera looked up into his eyes and let his cock fall from her mouth as she growled at him. “Haven’t eaten you for days you mean. I aim to drink you today Tarvor, lie down.” She commanded.\n\nTarvor’s face belied the excitement she felt across the bond, he found the prospect thrilling. He started to move toward the hut, but a furred paw dug into his leg and prevented him from taking a step.\n\n“No. Right here, I can’t wait any longer. Just lie down in the grass.” Shera practically pulled him down herself. She would have if she wasn’t worried that she might accidentally claw him in her eagerness. \n\nTarvor eased himself onto the grass, it was soft and pleasant against his skin. The chill in the air was unable to stand against the heat that the cougar brought with her. Her warm body draped over him. Shera lay down so her head was perched directly over his erect cock. Her forepaws lay on his stomach and thighs, the weight of her pinning him firmly to the ground.\n\nShera bowed her head and again took Tarvor into her waiting mouth, warm and slick with saliva. In this position she could look Tarvor in the eyes more easily and bob her head with more dexterity. She made use of this new advantage, and began to swiftly milk Tarvor’s cock with her mouth. Holding it firmly in her strong tongue and running it up and down his length. His hips bucked and tensed beneath her, attempting to thrust into her but she held him down firmly. She was in control.\n\nHer large paws kneaded his stomach and thighs, massaging his lean muscular form as her mouth continued to urge him to spill inside her. Tarvor’s hands idly gripped and pulled at the grass around him, he squirmed as he came closer and closer to the precipitous edge of orgasm. One hand reached out and grasped a fistful of loose skin on Shera’s shoulder, exciting her further. \n\nShe spoke into his mind without ceasing her ministrations on his member, if anything she redoubled her efforts. Urged on as more and more precum slipped from his cock and poured down the lion’s throat. “You taste so good; you need to give me more than that though.” She taunted.\n\nTarvor only grunted as a response, lost in sensation.\n\n“Actually you can do something else for me. I need this.”\n\nShera rotated her body so her haunches lay near Tarvor’s head, she lifted her tail exposing her dripping and overstimulated pussy. It tensed and another glob of clear fluid slipped from her slick entrance. Shera mentally pleaded with Tarvor to help her relieve herself, she refused to stop sucking him off however. This was finally going to happen.\n\nTarvor struggled to focus, so distracted he was, but he did his best. Shera felt his fingers begin to rub her entrance. Spreading her juices around and making his fingers slick. She purred in delight at the sensation, causing Tarvor to gasp as he felt the vibrations of her throat on his cock as Shera held it firmly in her mouth.\n\nOf course. She thought to herself I should have thought of this before, maybe this will finally send him over the edge. She purred all the louder, attempting to illicit the thing she longed for most. \n\nBut she was losing focus as well, so badly she wanted to be penetrated, but Tarvor was only absentmindedly rubbing her. Exciting her but not quenching her desires. She purred and jerked at Tarvor’s member harder than she ever had before and commanded her mate.\n\n“No! Just stick it in me Tarvor. I need this. I need you!”\n\nThe message got through. Tarvor dove into her with two of his fingers, filling her so perfectly. Her walls contracted on him as she instantly orgasmed. An uncontrollable roar escaped her throat, muffled around Tarvor’s cock as she continued to suck with all the force and concentration she could muster.\n\n“Deeper Tarvor, as deep as you can. Please.” Immediately she felt his hand hilt inside her, pushing hard against her walls as they strained and tightened on his fingers. Trying to hold them fast. She could hardly contain her enjoyment.\n\nTarvor let a near maniacal laugh loose and his whole body shuddered. “Oh fuck, you take it deeper too.” He said as his hips convulsed and he pushed himself into Shera’s mouth despite the weight of her lying on top of him. His free hand quickly went to the back of her head and he pushed her all the way down onto him. \n\nIt was happening.\n\nShera felt Tarvor’s hand on her head and she pushed his cock deep into her throat. As deep as she could comfortably hold him and then deeper still. His pelvis stiffened under her and she could feel the coming wave in Tarvor’s cock as he pumped the first spurts of his seed into his lion’s hungry jaws. \n\nShera moaned loudly into Tarvor’s head and hungrily drank everything Tarvor could give her. “More, more” she cried, so excited she was to finally accomplish the task. Tarvor’s hand slipped from the cougar’s pussy and both of his hands now held her head as he held himself hilted in her mouth. \n\nThe taste of him was divine, it was exactly like his precum but unbelievably more potent, far more enjoyable an experience than the second hand taste she sometimes got. She was hungry for even more but the flow had begun to slow. Tarvor started to pull away from her as she continued to suck and message him with her tongue.\n\nA delicate pop and Tarvor slipped from Shera’s mouth, completely spent. Unable to move he just lay limply in the grass as the lion licked and groomed his cock and balls. Waves of almost too much pleasure raced through him and one last small drop of cum slipped from his tip, hungrily devoured by the lion shortly upon its release.\n\nShera sighed contentedly. “I loved that. I loved everything about that. We have to do that again, soon I think.” She said, her love and satisfaction coming in waves across their shared bond.\n\n“Really? But I hardly even had a chance to do anything, surely you must be desperate for some attention now. I can smell you from here.” Said Tarvor. Eyeing her slick entrance which was still pointed in his direction from where he had been pleasuring it before. A thin trail of thick fluid still clung to her fur.\n\n“Oh no, trust me, I got everything I wanted already. I don’t have any need that wasn’t happily met”. Shera let her tail drop, covering herself from Tarvor and closed her eyes, ready to nap in the post coitus glow, but a hand slid itself under her tail, interrupting her.\n\n“Well the least I can do is help clean up a bit, keep it ready for later.” Tarvor said with a wry smile. Holding her tail out of the way he brought his mouth to her entrance and proceeded to lick her clean. \n\nDespite her protests earlier it was a welcome end for Shera, she loved the feeling of his smaller but more dexterous tongue exploring her folds, and Tarvor was intent to get every inch before he stopped.\n\nThe parting display of affection lasted only moments but a small orgasm still rocked through Shera. Later she would need the full experience of her human in her, to feel full and complete with him holding her haunches. For now, however, she already felt sleep beginning to take her as the warm spring sun relaxed her muscles and the two of them slept naked in the warm grass.\n\n***\n\nIt was too dark to see when Tarvor felt Shera nosing at his chest and urging him to wake. Despite the suddenness with which he was roused from sleep he was quickly aware and ready for whatever situation. \n\n\"What's going on? Did you hear something?\" He spoke in a hushed whisper but quickly remembered he didn't even need to open his mouth to speak to his cat. He repeated his request to her with only his mind and eyed her with curiosity.\n\nShera was staring at the entrance to the tent, her gaze unwavering. \"I heard something. There's something outside the tent.\" Her hackles rose on her shoulders but she refused to growl lest whatever was outside hear.\n\n\"Can you smell what it is? I don't want to open the flap and look unless I have to.\" Tarvor’s spear wasn’t in the shelter with them. Normally he would keep it close at hand but Shera nearly cut herself during a rather vigorous romantic interlude so he’d been storing it outside since. He regretted that at the moment.\n\n\"Are you kidding? I can never smell anything in here but sex!” Shera glanced around nervously. Tarvor simply stared at her.\n\n“I guess I could wash the pelts a bit more often….”\n\n“What? No… I... Is this really the time?” Shera eyes were wide with something akin to panic.\n\nTarvor was fairly certain anything outside couldn’t be that bad or it would be far louder than it was. If he listened very closely he could hear the faintest of scratching noises somewhere nearby. Too faint to even be a lone wolf or a second cougar. His own fear in the face of danger began to dwindle\n\n“Settle down, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it. Just stay here.” Tarvor touched the big cat on the shoulder and made to push back the flap on the shelter. \n\nThe moon was still high in the sky and half full. It was dark but the dim light of the moon was enough to see the invader. Or at least the black and white stripes on the small furred animal. Tarvor instantly and violently closed the flaps and pulled back into the shelter, causing Shera to panic. She shifted nervously and started to growl but Tarvor quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.\n\n“Shush! It’s a skunk, don’t want to get sprayed do you?” Tarvor whispered in her ear. Shera stopped tensing in his arms.\n\n“A skunk? From the way you ducked back in here I could have sworn a bear was about to take your head off!”\n\n“Nothing so dramatic. Just a skunk. You think it smells bad in here now just wait until I get covered in skunk musk. No thank you. Let’s just stay in here, it will go away soon, all the foods sealed up tight.” Tarvor lay back down and made to cover himself with the heavy furs he used for blankets. He shuffled himself up next to Shera and held her, she was still somewhat tense.\n\n“I didn’t say it smelled bad in here” She said shyly. She allowed herself to be coaxed into lying back down but she couldn’t help but feel jittery. “Just that it smells a lot like us.” Shera’s golden eyes remained fixed on the entrance to the tent and she absentmindedly kneaded at the fur beneath her paws. “Like home.” \n\nHer last words came out in a hushed whisper, barely audible in Tarvor’s mind and she lay her head on her paws, finally stilling them. Tarvor quietly watched her with concern and wondered what to say. He hadn’t really considered this. \n\nHe grimaced in the dark. Typical Tarvor, missing the point again. I move all the damn time, every couple years at least. It’s been ages since I felt like I was leaving a place I called home, home is just wherever I happen to be at the time. Don’t know why I would expect Shera to act the same way. He simply held her silently and lent his support through contact.\n\nThe air was pregnant with unsaid words, or at least Tarvor felt it was. It was oppressive. He opened and closed his mouth soundlessly a number of times before committing to something to say. Shera noticed but she pretended not to, content to let Tarvor think.\n\nFinally, in a parched whisper Tarvor spoke. “To me, at least for the past few years, home was wherever I was. I hunt, I trap, I fish, I sell what I find and I use the money I make to go somewhere else. See the world, avoid people for the most part. It’s been good for me. Yet it wasn’t so long ago that I had a real home, and I remember what it feels like to be forced to leave.”\n\nShera stirred under Tarvor’s arm, restless but saying nothing. She turned her feline head toward him and her golden gaze pierced his heart. There was sadness in her eyes. \n\nTarvor continued. “I don’t think home can be just wherever I am anymore, that part of my life is over. Now it seems that home has to be where you are, Shera.” He held the big cat tighter. “And I know it’s hard to leave when you feel attached to the place, but there’s nothing special about this mountain, or this clearing, or even this hut. What’s special is between you and I, and that we would never leave behind.”\n\nAt least some part of Shera seemed to agree with him, she loosened up visibly and seemed a bit more at ease. “You’re right, but it’s still hard. This is the first place I’ve really felt comfortable ever since I Awoke, but now we have to go somewhere that will be absolutely uncomfortable, full of strangers. I’m just a little worried, but thank you for trying to help.” \nShe smiled at him and nuzzled her face into the crook of Tarvor’s neck. Tarvor kissed her forehead and tried to go back to sleep. The sun would be up soon and they would be leaving. \n\n***\n\nCamp was gone. Packed up or left behind. What could be carried was, what couldn’t was either burned or buried. For Tarvor it was a ritual, you return the land you use to the state it was in before you arrived, leave only footprints. For Shera it was a funeral. Tarvor did his best to keep her spirits up but she was going to get over it in her own time, in her own way. \n\nWith the camp hours behind them they climbed over steep mountainous terrain. Shera walked easily at Tarvor’s side laden down by a small ‘backpack’ of sorts, though it looked closer to a horse’s saddlebags, that Shera could put on or take off on her own. Tarvor carried the vast majority of the load, a large heavy pack on his back and a sled made of lashed together branches that he dragged behind him. Over the rougher areas the sled slowed them down as they laboriously maneuvered it but it would save a great deal of effort once the ground leveled out. \n\nThey walked in quiet contemplation most of the time, content to just focus on the travelling. Shera’s job was to find any small game nearby for their meals. Every now and then she would motion Tarvor to stop as she listened carefully for a hare in the nearby underbrush. Sometimes she would slip out of her pack and race off coming back with their next meal, other times she would simply start walking again and Tarvor would follow. \n\nWhen they left Shera was full of questions about where exactly it was they were going, what direction, how far, how long, questions upon questions. Tarvor got the impression that she was trying to feel better about the trip through understanding it, he hoped it worked for her. He didn’t feel the need to break the silence, there was nothing to say, though he regretted that his hands were busy pulling the sled and he couldn’t reach out to comfort her. \n\nHours later he told her as much and she smiled for him and walked close enough to rub her flank on his leg from time to time. While he intended to comfort Shera in this way he felt as if it was more a comfort to him. He missed the lazy days where he could touch his cat all he wanted. \n\nThey walked until they couldn’t walk anymore, they would stop for meals but take no breaks aside from that. They made camp simply with only a small fire to keep the animals away and the great Warrox pelt spread on the ground for some degree of comfort as they slept. Too exhausted were they by their travels to enjoy each other intimately and each night saw them simply hold each other close and drift off to deep slumber. \n\nThe town of Yost was their destination and after a week of travel it was only a few days away. By this point Shera was nearly back to her happy self, though they were both completely exhausted much of the time she found energy to bound forward out of Tarvor’s sight and explore. She was never out of touch of their mental bond and Tarvor could feel her wandering to and fro exploring the dense forest that now surrounded them. She likely had never lived anywhere but in the mountains they had left. \n\nTarvor whistled merrily, horribly out of tune. A whining tuneless mess, but nobody was around to complain and he enjoyed it, so he did so with gusto. It was the last day they had to camp outside unless Tarvor was wrong in his navigating, though he was sure he wasn’t. After a decade in the wilderness he was a master of the craft. They’d camp earlier than usual, far enough from the town that nobody was likely to find them but close enough that they’d reach it tomorrow morning and have plenty of time left to find a room to stay and explore some. \n\nOne more night in the open air, one more day dragging this blasted sled. My shoulders are killing me, my right shoe is in need of repair, but I couldn’t be happier. Still don’t know what we’re looking for but it feels good to make some progress all the same. Tarvor whistle died a slow and miserable shrieking death as another thought occurred to him. Or maybe whatever drove Shera to me after gifting her with intelligence is also making me feel good about doing whatever it wants. I could just be some god’s tool… or a demon’s tool if me and Shera are being lied to… Hmmm. It’s not worth worrying about, can’t know for sure either way, best to just find whatever it is we’re looking for and then decide what to do about it then. \n\nThe feeling of happiness was gone. Tarvor didn’t know whether that made him feel better or worse. \n\nThe night passed uneventfully, the air was warm, the cool spring air on the mountain was well on its way to becoming full-blown summer in the valley. Tarvor and Shera slept side by side catching up on some much needed rest, preparing for the day to come. \n\n***\n\nShera was grooming herself in the morning sun. Paying meticulous attention above and beyond her normal feline perfectionism. Today people would see her in town and she wanted to scare people as little as possible. Maybe making herself immaculately well-groomed could do something toward that end. She looked up to where Tarvor was double checking all the packs to make sure they were well secured.\n\n“Don’t you think you might want to wash your hair? Shave maybe? You look like something a cat dragged in.” She laughed at her own joke and Tarvor rolled his eyes. \n\n“It probably wouldn’t hurt, best to put on a good show for townsfolk, they’re a soft lot.” He rubbed a hand across his chin and felt the weeks’ worth of scruff that had grown up over the journey. He then turned an eye to Shera and wondered aloud. “It might help to put a collar on you as well, but I don’t know if you’d be okay with that. It might be a little degrading.”\n\nShera thought it over but ultimately agreed. “It’s probably safest if people know for sure that I’m under your control.”\n\nTarvor leered at her “Under my control eh? With a leash and everything…” He trailed off letting the implications hang in the air. Now it was Shera’s turn to roll her eyes.\n\n“Maybe later. Keep your mind on the task at hand you dirty human.” Her voice was haughty but she winked at him and flashed herself at him as she turned around and Tarvor smiled. \n\nDespite his protestations Tarvor eventually allowed Shera to groom his hair down, there was nowhere nearby to give it an actual wash. He would never admit it to her, and actively hid it from their bond, but it actually felt kind of nice. He carefully shaved with one of his many hunting knives, sharp enough to do the job with ease, while Shera sat behind him attempting to get his wild head of hair to behave itself. She made a passable job of it.\n\nTarvor and Shera walked toward town, her on a thin leather cord cut from one of the hides that dangled loosely around her neck with the other end around Tarvor’s wrist. The trees of the forest began to clear and scattered lone buildings could be seen. Once or twice a human figure could be seen working around the homes though none seemed to notice the pair.\n\n“Woodsman,” Tarvor explained out loud “not like me, not really. They’re mostly lumberjacks or trappers, they live close enough to town that they can rely on it for food and work if the forest doesn’t provide. These folk are barely any hardier than the doughty townsfolk, but it’s something.” His face was passive but Shera could feel distaste bordering on something worse floating in his mind.\n\n“Speak with your mind Tarvor, if people hear you talking to me it’s going to get harder for us.” He scowled but nodded. “Why do you dislike the townspeople so? Have they personally done something to you to warrant this?”\n\nThere was more and more space between the trees as the forest slowly dissolved into a field, not far in the distance a thin dark line snaked across the landscape, a small river, leading to a dark cluster that could only be the town. \n\n“Not personally no, but it’s the same everywhere. I come out of the woods in my leathers and furs and they watch me warily, as if I were a dangerous predator. They try to charge me too much for food and pay too little for my furs. I’m never one of them and they don’t let me forget it while I’m here. They have their walls to protect them from the world. Then they fear those of us who have adapted to the dangers of the wilds instead of hiding.” He sighed and shrugged. “They’re good people really, many of them are even nice to me after a day or two, but I can still see the fear in their eyes that is present when they look at any stranger.” He turned to Shera and she stalked silently at his side. “It will be harder for you, but I’ll try to help.”\n\n“It can’t be as bad as all that, I’m sure of it” Shera quipped. How she was optimistic now when half the journey she looked ready to shrink out of her fur Tarvor didn’t know. More of the mysterious force’s doing?\n\nSmall farms dotted the landscape now and they were definitely walking along a road instead of across the open ground they’d been on since the journey began. Few other travelers were present and none nearby. They were met be friendly waves by farmers who worked in their fields. Likely to far away to recognize a cougar from a large dog or a dangerous hunter like Tarvor for one of the local woodsman. \n\nBy the time they were close enough to make out the walls of the town for what they were the sun was approaching its zenith and the foot traffic along the road had become dense enough that an obvious pocket of space had formed around the pair. Nervous glances were meeting the lionesses gaze at every turn but her spirits hadn’t wavered. Nobody was being outwardly hostile to their presence, only the few rare horses they’d seen were blatantly scared and Shera couldn’t blame the poor animals. \n\nThe guards at the gate of the town were their first real obstacle, even with a well-groomed and shaven hunter, except for one tuft of hair even Shera couldn’t tame, a wild cougar was a hard sell. Tarvor did his best to explain to the pair of guards that Shera was no danger to anybody and that she was in fact very well trained but they were having trouble believing it. \n\n“Look, what if she does a trick? Would that work? I’m telling you she listens to me and she’s actually quite nice.” Shera looked at Tarvor questioningly, unsure what he meant by trick.\n\nThe guards exchanged a look, it wasn’t exactly a situation that had arose before. There was that bear a few years ago but he was with a travelling menagerie, it was a bit easier to believe. Eventually they nodded and the slimmer one spoke “Sure that’ll work, just as long as we get some sort of proof that you’re not trying to pull our leg. Don’t want any trouble inside to come back to us.”\n\nShera protested “I don’t even know any tricks! How do you expect this to work!”\n\nTarvor ignored her and instead simply waved his hand down and said “Sit.” So she did.\n\nThe guards gasped and the more muscular one couldn’t help but clap a little. Tarvor smiled to them, the townsfolk really were good deep down, just wary. “Alright that’ll do fine, enjoy your stay. There’s plenty of inns for you to find and if you’re looking to sell your wares the market’s against the east wall.” They’re job done the guardsman hustled the pair through the gates and tried to get traffic moving again, it had stopped as nobody wanted to push past Shera as she stood in the gateway, though they seemed less concerned after watching the majestic ‘trick’.\n\nOut of eyeshot of the guards Shera gave him a dubious look of shock. “That’s a trick? Any dumb animal can sit; how does that count? Can’t you just tell an animal to sit and then wait until it does? They have to sit eventually. This place is a madhouse.” She continued to spout her disbelief but Tarvor just laughed silently and kept them moving toward the market.\n\n“First things first,” Tarvor stated “we need to sell some of this crap. Most of it just extra weight, it will be easier to travel with a bag of coin instead of a bundle of furs. Won’t need the sled anymore, that’ll be a load off, my arms are killing me.”\n\nThe streets were wide and clean in this part of town, with nicely cobbled streets. The ringing of horse hooves on the stones underscored the general hustle and bustle of town life. People hurried about their own business carrying parcels, women gossiped in groups under awnings, catching up with the week’s goings on. Most people paid them no mind though anybody who happened to catch sight of Shera would visibly retreat away. Tarvor choked up on the leash, both to give people the idea that he was in control and also to keep the big cat close for comfort. Shera didn’t mind she walked tight at his side all the same.\n\nThe market stalls were even busier than the surrounding streets. Yost wasn’t anything like the great cities elsewhere in the world but it still had its fair share of trade that went through its ports. Large warehouses contained various crops and lined the side of the street nearest the harbor. Goods would be loaded into the far side and some of that would then be sold out the side that bordered the market. The other side of the street and seemingly stuck in every space there was room for them were hundreds of stalls selling everything you could possibly want.\n\nShera’s sensitive nose was overwhelmed by all the smells of the market, all the different types of food stalls serving every conceivable type of meat and some inconceivable ones. Flowers, seafood, spices, it buffeted at her senses like a gale. She had to fight to keep from being lost. She started to just block it out before letting it all back in little by little until she could enjoy the entire spectrum. Once she got used to it then it became quite pleasant.\n\nIt wasn’t just vendors and customers that flooded the busy streets of the marketplace. Buskers and beggars lined the rows of stalls as well, though none would come near Shera. Easier ways to collect money than asking the man draped in furs with a cougar around his wrist. A particularly large crowd had gathered around one group of performers, the crowd laughed and clapped along to the music that the band was playing. Meanwhile a pair of tumblers leaped and rolled around in acrobatic feats of derring-do. \n\nEven Tarvor and Shera stopped to watch the performance. Well, Shera started out by watching the back of people’s knees but somehow an empty space formed that allowed her to see the performers. After a particularly impressive series of flips and somersaults a dog ran out from behind the band dressed in its own jaunty livery and joined the performance. The crowd only got louder and more animated as the performers and dog went through their routine. Shera watched the dog as it did backflips and leapt through hoops. \n\n“See now this is a trick. At least somebody understands.” Shera said excitedly.\n\nEventually the performance ended and the buskers made their bows to mad applause from the crowd, coins quickly filling their hats as they held them out to the crowd. Though none filled as fast as the foppish hat the dog walked around with. Even Tarvor clapped in appreciation though he had no coins to throw. Shera struggled to find some way to show her own appreciation, unable to clap her excitement eventually bubbled over into a small roar.\n\nShe choked it off as fast as she could but the damage was done. The poor dog whined and hid behind the performers and the nearby townsfolk quickly found somewhere else to be. Only a couple people outright panicked but it was obvious to see the effects on Shera either way, she had taken on the telltale droop that seemed to signify a sad feline.\n\nTarvor knelt down and patter her side, the crowd took it as him settling down a wild animal and looked somewhat relieved, but he only wanted to comfort his mate. She seemed to take no notice. \n\nAt a loss Tarvor moved toward an area of the market where he could likely sell his pelts, Shera following meekly.\n\n“You know, maybe those performers are on to something. We could get you a hat and teach you to do a backflip. I doubt anybody would be afraid of you then. Probably help us make a little extra money, I don’t think I’ll be doing and trapping for a while. What do you think?” He nudged the cat with his knee amicably. Shera only shrugged.\n\n“Probably a really silly hat too, to make up for your grumpy face. Did you see how many bells that dog had? I’d say twice as many. Twice as many bells for you, and a ribbon for your tail.”\n\nThat did the trick, the big cat perked up a bit and a brief laugh tinkled through the bond in Tarvor’s mind. Shera’s lilting voice rang out softly “I don’t know; I don’t think I could manage those flips. The hat though….”\n\n“Definitely the hat. You’d look adorable in that hat. I’m thinking blue and red. Classic jester colors that.”\n\nShera barked out one of her odd feline laughs out loud, and shook her head at the thought. A nearby frail looking man doubled his pace to get away from the strange sound but Shera didn’t seem to notice. Tarvor was just happy that he managed to pick her up a bit.\n\nTrading the furs for cash was surprisingly painless, Tarvor didn’t even have to do as much haggling as he was used to. Though from the way the merchant kept staring at Shera he had a good idea about why. His load was dramatically smaller now and he left the lashed together sled with a nearby merchant who was selling firewood. He rolled his shoulders and relished the freedom of movement he had after weeks of dragging the sled around.\n\nThe sun was starting to set and Tarvor was wandering aimlessly looking for a halfway decent inn. He’d already passed a handful that looked either too expensive or too cheap and one that had seemed nice but the innkeeper had refused to rent to them. It was within his prerogative to be sure but Tarvor still couldn’t help but feel slighted. \n\nTarvor rounded a corner to see another possible option. The tavern was bustling with people, raucous laughter bubbled through the brightly lit door where it spilled onto the street. \n\n“What about this one Shera? Seems okay, we should go in and ask.” Tarvor held Shera’s leash closely as they neared the inn.\n\nShera was unsure. “Seems like an awful lot of people…” \n\n“Usually that just means the ale is good, or at least cheap.”\n\nThe inside of the inn was packed wall to wall with people, many of them locals judging by the clothes. Even Shera had to squeeze gently through the crowd, there simply wasn’t enough space for a comfortable space to form around the cat. Overworked barmaids rushed back and forth trying to avoid spilling the ale they carried on heavily laden trays. A large fat man stood behind the bar, most likely the owner. His apron was covered with unidentifiable stains but the rest of him was immaculately clean, as was the bar he tended. \n\nThe fat man’s voice boomed, audible even over the din of the tavern. “And what can I do for you? It’s a bit busy in here as you can see, I doubt there is any tables left but you’re free to stand wherever there’s room, it’s half off ale all night! Should even have a musician showing up later if he ever sobers up!” The man could only be described as jolly and Tarvor hoped he would be amenable to renting them a room.\n\n“Drink is great but what I’m really looking for is a room for the night. Don’t suppose you have any space left?” Tarvor eyed the packed bar and hoped that most of them were locals who wouldn’t need to rent a room.\n\n“Aye plenty of space, reasonably priced too. If you’d like to stay I’ll need the coin upfront and you might want to decide sooner rather than later, I don’t expect I’ll have any empty rooms at all by the time we close up.” Another patron approached the bar and the innkeeper pulled a stein seemingly from midair and filled it from one of the barrels lining the wall behind him.\n\n“I’ve got the money ready” responded Tarvor, placing his leather coin pouch on the counter with a dull thunk. “Just one thing that I hope doesn’t change your mind.” He lifted Shera’s leash urging her up. She stood on her hind legs, with her front paws resting on the counter. The innkeeper noticed the cat for the first time, and she him.\n\n“Oh he looks funny, I didn’t know humans got that big.” Shera laughed.\n\nTarvor fought down a smile and chided her “That’s not polite to point out, all innkeepers are fat, I’m pretty sure it’s a tradition.” To the innkeeper he continued “If it’s a problem I can pay for two people instead of one, since we’ll both be in the room. She won’t cause any trouble, she’s quite friendly even.”\n\n“Oh aye she looks it.” Shocking Tarvor the innkeeper reached a thick arm across the bar and patted Shera on the head. Shera for her part played the friendly animal and leaned into the touch. Tarvor respected the man a bit more for his bravery “Aint never seen a tame mountain lion before, aint that just a sight. She got a name?” \n\n“Shera, we won’t be staying more than a few days, and probably will spend much of the time in the room. She tends to make people nervous.”\n\n“This little thing? I doubt she’d hurt a fly.” Shera strategically yawned revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. Tarvor tapped her on the head and she shut her mouth and looked at him innocently. “Well maybe a fly, but a small one I’d imagine. Will you be wanting a double then? If you’re paying for two people anyway you may as well take the extra space.”\n\nTarvor counted coins out on the counter, stopping when the innkeeper motioned that he’d covered the fee for a few days. “A single will be fine, she’ll sleep on the floor, let another guest have the beds. We’ll retired immediately I think, long day of travel. How about a couple ales to take with me though?” Tarvor dropped another coin or two on the counter and the innkeeper produced two more pints from someplace Tarvor couldn’t quite figure out. \n\nThe fat man handed Tarvor his drinks and hung a leather thong, with a key on it, over his wrist, “Top of the stairs, second floor third room on the left. Nobody will bother you up there if you’d like your privacy. If you need anything at all just yell down the stairs, I’ll hear you. Ears like a cat you see.” He winked at Shera pointedly then went back to serving the other customers.\n\n“I like him. When this all comes crashing down around our ears I promise I won’t eat him.” Shera laughed at her own rapier wit and padded up the stairs after Tarvor toward their room. “I’m not sleeping on the floor you know.”\n\n“I had no such intention of course, but we’re used to sharing a bed anyway. Don’t really need two.” Tarvor shut the door to their room behind him and locked it. \n\nThe room itself was clean and cozy. It was simply furnished with a chair and small table with a lantern hanging on one wall for light. The bed was neatly laundered and appeared to be some kind of downy mattress, some inns would have simple cots or pallets, the fact the room had a real mattress was testament to the inn’s quality. \n\nTarvor set one mug of ale on the floor and drank heavily from the other. “Here, try this. Go slow, I hear animals don’t handle alcohol the way humans do.”\n\nShera stepped over to the mug and sniffed it warily before lapping at it. Her face immediately crinkled up in distaste ‘Oh it’s vile! Is it supposed to taste like this?” She took a few more exploratory slurps before stepping away from the tankard.\n\n“This stuff is actually pretty good; they probably make it here. Takes a bit to get used to the flavor though, nobody likes it at first. I’ll leave it in the corner in case you want more later though.” Tarvor finished his own ale quickly. He hardly ever drank, didn’t learn how to make his own in the wilderness, and he knew his limits. It wasn’t that much more than what he’d just had, should be more than enough to help him relax for the evening.\n\nIt didn’t take long before his head felt a little light and he was reclining heavily in the chair petting Shera’s head and rubbing her ears as she sat with her head in his lap. The big cat’s eyes were half lidded. \n\n“I feel a little woozy” She told him, lifting her head from his lap and rolling it back and forth.\n\n“Are you okay? That’s just the ale, it might get a little worse but then it should level out.”\n\n“Mmmm, yeah I’m fine I think. It’s a little weird, don’t know if I like it much.” Shera looked around the room. The sun was gone now and the room was lit only by the light of the lantern that hung near the chair. She looked over her shoulder at Tarvor coyly “You know, we haven’t had any time to ourselves in weeks. At least, not any time and also the energy to make use of it” Her tail swished back and forth mischievously, every swing revealing her private areas to Tarvor who watched her with interest. \n\nShe sauntered across the room, taking her sweet time, batting her eyes at her mate and swinging her hips with purpose. When she reached the edge of the bed she paused and stretched luxuriously, lifting her hindquarters high in the air, her tail flagging. Giving Tarvor a good long look at her treasures. Her holes were clean and tight, the slightly darker skin of her entrances making them stand out against the cream colored fur. She giggled through her bond and hummed as she leapt up into the bed and lay down, tail twitching, beckoning to Tarvor to come and join her.\n\nTarvor stood from his chair and made his way over to the big cat, losing clothes as he went. He was glad to see the ale hadn’t impaired him in anyway, he stood in firm approval of his lioness’ show. He stripped the blankets from the bed, they would only get in the way, and lay down on the soft mattress beside Shera.\n\n“Oh Tarvor, this is so soft. Oh my.” Shera playfully rolled on the bed. “It’s so comfortable. You have to get one of these.” Her voice just slightly slurred by ale. \n\nTarvor laughed at her and scratched her flanks as she rolled about. “I don’t think we could carry it with us.” He was all warmed up from Shera’s show and when she rolled away from him he grabbed her around the middle and clutched her to his chest. Spooning his manhood against her haunches and rubbing her body roughly with his hands. \n\n“No Tarvor!” Shera laughed and rolled over in his grip so she was facing him. The lionesses mouth was a mere inch from his own and she looked him in the eyes. “This is such a soft bed; we need soft touches for the soft bed.” She leaned towards him and pressed her lips to his. It was not a mouth made for kissing but she threw herself into it bodily and Tarvor responded. If she wanted to be soft he could be silk.\n\nHe parted his lips slightly and snaked his tongue against hers, encouraging her to do the same. They had never tried any extended kissing before, maybe she had always wanted to but just felt nervous at the prospect, the ale may have greased the wheels. Tarvor whispered sweet things to her as they kissed and tried to make it as special as he could. Shera slipped her tongue into his and he lavished attention onto it with his own. He held her gently and caressed her head and shoulders as they embraced. He could feel her body respond to him as Shera pushed herself closer into his chest. \n\nShe moaned her pleasure to him and he ran his hands across her body. Gently caressing her all over. His cupped her cheeks in his hands and pulled her into the kiss ever more deeply. He massaged her shoulders and flanks, he even gently tugged on the loose skin at the back of her neck, causing her to moan again, but he would not harshly grab it tonight as he had in the past. He slid one hand between her fore legs to rub at her chest, running his fingers through the thick fur with care, applying a sensual pressure to her whole body in turn.\n\nAll the while his mouth remained locked to hers, their lips parted, repeatedly exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Tarvor ran his hand from Shera’s chest to her belly where the fur become fine and soft to the touch. He pulled his lips from hers with some regret to whisper delicately in her ear. “What about here?” he said, letting his hot breath tickle the sensitive skin of her ears. His hand rubbed her belly until he found the small hard nubs of her nipples which he pinched and rolled between his fingers.\n\nShera rested her head on his shoulder and breathed heavily “Oh yes, right there is perfect Tarvor.”\n\nThe heat of the lion’s breath warmed his neck and spurred Tarvor onwards. One hand wrapped around her back, holding her body against his, the other hand between them, rubbing at her sensitive nipples causing them to dampen slightly as her arousal rose. With the one hand continuing to excite her belly he reached south with the other and cupped it around her powerful haunches, his fingers only a short distance away from her private areas, which already spilt their excitement. \n\nAgainst he whispered softly into her ear “And what about here?” he gently squeezed her hindquarters for emphasis while his other hand circled the erect nubs on her belly.\n\n“Yes, rub me there.” Shera said in a rush, she panted heavily against him. He could feel the humid air on his neck and her chest heaved.\n\nTarvor took his hand away from her, causing her to growl in protest and squirm in his grap. “Ask me to. Ask me to touch you there.” He teased.\n\nToo distraught to resist Shera acquiesced “Please Tarvor, please rub my pussy.” She whined in earnest. She put her big paws to his chest and he felt the prickle of her claws as they touched his skin. “Touch me.”\n\nTarvor pushed her away from him, she begged him with her eyes but he only readjusted position. With her lying on her back, her paws dangling in the air, and him positioned between her legs, his head lined up with her slick entrance. \n\nThe first thing she felt was the gentle touch of his tongue as it tasted her sweet nectar and rubbed across her entrance. She moaned and her body tensed at the feelings. She whispered her encouragements to Tarvor as he began to lavish her entrance with his tongue. He probed her with his fingers, rubbing around her hole, smearing her juices through the delicate fur that surrounded it.\n\n“Have I ever told you how much I love your taste, and the feel of you on my tongue?’ Tarvor said. He pulled her entrance open with his fingers exposing her delicate clit, he ran his tongue over it with care, pushing his face tight against her hindquarters. He felt the fur of her belly on his cheeks as he pleasured his cat with his tongue.\n\nShera giggled between her moans “Only every other time my mate. But I never tire of hearing it.” She twitched as he hit her in just the right way. Her toes curled reflexively “Oh, oh, right there just like that. Don’t stop.”\n\nTarvor obeyed, sliding a slicked finger into the cat’s asshole as he repeatedly ran his tongue across her clit as he had before. He was rewarded with a lustful mewl and fresh wave of her juices that flowed readily as she came into his mouth. He lapped at it hungrily, savoring the flavor. He dove his tongue inside of her and felt as her walls constricted around it, warm and inviting.\n\n‘You know,” he said “I could do for you what you did for me those weeks ago. I’d love to do it even” He spent some time licking the cats other hole as he spoke, letting her pussy recover before he returned to it.\n\nShera considered it but she responded “Mmmm no today I think I need to feel you in me. Right now.” She curved her neck so she could look at Tarvor “and I want to watch.” She said coyly.\n\nTarvor smiled and grabbed a nearby pillow. He got up onto his knees and positioned himself over her, she looked into his eyes and licked her lips seductively. He put the pillow under the cats hips, angling her haunches up slightly so she could see herself. “How’s that?” He asked, penetrating her with his fingers, stretching her entrance in preparation.\n\nThe cat watched his fingers disappear inside her hungrily, her feline pussy stretching around them as the pumped in and out of her. “Yes, please. Fuck me Tarvor.” She moaned. She felt empty as his fingers slid from her but watched in earnest as Tarvor’s member lined up over her. “Slowly, gently” she reminded him.\n\nTarvor let his hips push forward, resting the tip of his cock against her slick entrance. She was a tight fit as always, barely large enough to take him. He spread her slightly with his fingers and gently slid himself inside. They both watched as inch after inch of Tarvor disappeared into Shera’s hole. They moaned in unison at the sight.\n\nGently Tarvor began to rock back and forth, warming up to a relaxed motion as he penetrated her over and over. Their eyes met, him leaning over her, tucked between her legs, both their mouths hung slightly ajar as they were lost in passion. \n\nShera’s walls tightened and twitched around him, warmed up from his mouth her orgasms continued to rock through her from time to time. Stimulated by the large human member that filled her completely. Tarvor pushed harder and harder as he felt himself building, her urgings to be soft and gentle could only last so far.\n\nTarvor’s hands grasped and rubbed at Shera’s chest and legs as he pumped inside her. She could feel herself coming to the final finish line as her human took her on her back. Her hind legs stretched out straight behind Tarvor and her claws reflexively extended. She kneaded at the air in front of her and closed her eyes, lost in bliss.\n\nTarvor watched himself slide in and out of her slick entrance. The wetness made him slide easily and her excited hole wrapped around him. Each time he pulled back it would try and hungrily hold him inside before greedily relaxing and allowing him back in. The sight of her pushed him closer to his limit, he started to truly press himself into her, she slid across the sheets with the force of each lunge.\n\nA growl built in Shera’s throat as she felt herself climax, Tarvor furiously fucking her, hard as a rock deep inside her, and so large. Her body locked up and her pussy clenched tightly around his member as she growled and clawed at the open air. \n\nTarvor’s dick felt in a vice as his lion finished and with one final pump he pushed himself into her as deep as he was able and finished himself. He lay on top of her, weakly thrusting as wave after wave of his cum filled her. It slipped out around his member soaking her fur and making a mess. He breathed heavily and Shera squirmed under him, enjoying the sticky full feeling.\n\nThey stayed that way a good long time, Tarvor lying on top of Shera, basking in their won after sex glow. Today was finished and spent like them, tomorrow they had work to do.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Footprints and pawprints
Shera lay sprawled in the sun. A cool spring breeze ran across her fur and the grass around her gently waved. It tickled at her nose and she huffed out a sigh. The sound of her sudden breath woke Tarvor, who had been napping leaned up against her furred chest with a thin piece of dark cloth draped over his eyes.

All morning they had been packing for their journey, though there wasn’t really that much to do. Even at their own relaxed pace the work was done shortly after lunch and a moment’s relaxation seemed reasonable.

Tarvor rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groaned pathetically though he couldn’t have been asleep for more than half an hour or so. Shera rolled her eyes at his dramatizing but she wasn’t about to get up herself. She was far too content to remain spread on the grass with her human’s body pressed up against hers.

A few weeks had passed since the hunt that had nearly ended in tragedy, and it had been blissful time. The pair was inseparable, nearly always in arms reach of one another. Many brisk spring evenings had turned into humid, sordid affairs in the comforts of their tents. They created a world that contained only the two of them. Yet at the same time there was much discussion about the looming danger that Shera had been originally warned of.

Sometimes she felt as if some palpable force must be looming out there in the darkness, watching Tarvor and her as they slept, brooding, waiting. Tarvor was on edge as well, he didn’t seem to want to talk about it and often changed the subject when she brought it up, but eventually a decision was made. They had to leave their mountain retreat.

Only yesterday they had come up with the plan, and already tomorrow they were leaving. The human she had chosen wasted no time once he set his mind to a path. The only thing that kept him from leaving today was the fact that daylight was already half gone and descending the steeper parts of the mountain in the dusk was a foolish way to die. Instead he insisted they pack up what they could today, spend one last night in the bed Shera had come to love, and leave with the rising sun.

Tarvor shifted restlessly against Shera, perhaps bothered by the same thoughts that flitted through her own mind. Worries and problems for another day. He ran his hand across her sides and flank, ruffling her soft fur coat and causing her to purr in pleasure. She loved his roaming hands, he was a constant source of tender, or rough, touches of emotion. A gentle pat to comfort or an absentminded stroke across her neck as he worried over some problem in his mind. Other touches as well. A girlish giggle bubbled up inside her and spilled across the mental link to Tarvor. He of course picked up on it immediately and his hands began to wander further down her body, transforming an innocent touch of affection to something far more risqué.

Shera allowed herself to enjoy the sensation for a moment, his strong hands cupping her backside, his fingers prodding gently towards her most tender areas, but it was not the time for that. She quickly stuck her neck out and let her tongue trawl across the side of Tarvor’s cheek to return the affection, while simultaneously getting her feet under her and unceremoniously dumping Tarvor in the dirt as she stood.

She laughed at the surprised look on his face and he laughed with her. His laugh was deep and warm, hers a choked chortle. Her feline vocal chords still couldn’t seem to emulate human laughter but it never seemed to bother Tarvor.

“Sorry, I forgot you were leaning on me” Shera aggressively pushed her large head into his chest as way of apology. Rubbing her cheeks against him. Tarvor for his part attempted to fend off the big cat. “I was somewhat distracted” she lilted with a sly wink, a mannerism she actually had learned to emulate in her feline form.

Tarvor laughed and succeeded in finally pushing the lioness off him. He rose to his feet, standing tall and stretching his arms to the sky before deliberately putting one hand under his nose to smell the sweet scent that clung to his fingers there.

“Can’t imagine why” he said with no small amount of sarcasm.

Shera didn’t need to be so blatant to smell what was on Tarvor’s, fingers yet she shook her head. “Well, that among other things. Could you tell me again where we’re going tomorrow?” Shera looked the huntsman in the eye and pushed some of her feelings of doubt and concern through their bond as if to punctuate her request.

“Do you mean the name of the place? It’s Yost, but I don’t know if that actually tells you much. I don’t have a map but I suppose I could try and explain where exactly it’s located” Tarvor started to make marks in the dirt beginning with a large triangle to symbolize the mountain, but Shera ignored them.

“Well not so much that, I mean more about what kind of place it is? Is it a big city or a small town?” Shera shuffled one paw through the grass nervously. “Are the people there good? Will they be friendly?”

Tarvor’s face darkened and his lips pulled back into a tight line. “Well as to that I can’t say that I really know.” He squatted down and idly pushed the dirt around. “I’ve been there once last fall to trade for some supplies but that doesn’t make me very familiar with it. Though if you’re worried about people giving you funny looks in town I can almost guarantee that they will, unfortunately. A large predatory cat is going to draw attention to matter where we go. I’d wager half the place hasn’t even seen a live mountain lion.” He paused and stared aimlessly into the distance before finishing. “Don’t worry though I can handle whatever happens.”

Shera didn’t doubt his promise yet it did little to quell the worry that had wrapped around her. She shivered despite the warmth of the sun beating down on the pair. Tarvor touched her shoulder gently offering his silent support and it did make her feel somewhat better. Yet still she was unsure, they didn’t even know what it was they were supposed to be looking for. The trip into town was just in the hopes they happened to stumble across something, anything, that could point them in the right direction. If they heard nothing they would just walk to the next town and do the same.

The journey could take them through hundreds of towns, months, years of time. There was no guarantee they’d ever find something, let alone find it in the first place they stopped. Surely in one of those places they’d visit would be people who didn’t feel comfortable with a large cat. They would fear for their children and livestock. Then they’d come with their sticks and their anger and who knows how that would turn out.

Shera’s head hung low as she dwelt on this. An afternoon nap had felt nice but she was still inexorably drawn into something that she had so little control over. How could we change whatever was about to happen? She wondered.

This is too much thinking for me right now. Shera told herself. Brooding isn’t going to do any good, I should instead be focusing on enjoying the last day of the wonderful time I’ve spent in this camp with Tarvor. We may never see it again. It was a bittersweet thought but it still strengthened her resolve.  Maybe it was time for a little play after all.

She stepped quickly toward the edge of the clearing where the clean water was found in a wooden pail and proceeded to sate her thirst. A mischievous notion entered her head and she lifted her tail into the air as she dropped her chest lower to the ground, exaggerating her position. She could practically feel the heat of Tarvor’s gaze on her exposed backside. Excitement welled in her. After all, who doesn’t enjoy being appreciated by a lover.  She wiggled a little to alleviate any worry of ambiguity.

Shera heard footsteps behind her. She no longer drank the crisp water in front of her, instead she simply maintained the position and waited. She fought the urge to turn and look at what her mate was doing and let the surprise add to the excitement as his footsteps fell closer. He was almost upon her now.

A hand fell upon her flank and she reflexively twitched her tail. A gentle touch, just the lightest of pressures traced up her back, rubbing her fur the wrong way and tickling along her spine. She could sense Tarvor close behind her, bare inches from her exposed parts. She felt her own excitement rising alongside the secondhand feelings from Tarvor. His own lust poured across the bond into her, an almost physical presence in her consciousness.

The hand had reached her shoulders, where it was joined by another. They rubbed and groped at her.  Shera had closed her eyes and she could now feel the heat from Tarvor’s breath on the nape of her neck. He was leaning over her, massaging her back. The feel of his strong hands across the loose skin on her shoulders was amazing, he knew just how to rub her to get her engine running. Weeks of practice had trained him well.

He lay his weight on her back, she bore him up easily. The feel of a mate’s body on top of hers triggered an instinctual response and she pushed her own hips back until they touched Tarvor’s. She shivered. He was fully clothed but she could feel his thick member as it pushed against his tight leather trousers. The material stretched taut around him and he ground himself against her hips making her growl in delight.

Leaning against her back, his mouth was right next to Shera’s ear. He moaned wordlessly and breathed upon the sensitive skin there. His breath was warm and humid and the noises he made excited her every bit as much as the pressure on her nethers. She dropped her head and began to breath hard as Tarvor’s grinding began to drive her further toward the brink. The tide of lust in her was rising, driving anything else from her mind.

Tarvor wrapped his arms around her chest and leaned heavily into her but Shera wanted something more substantial. She roared and bucked her shoulders, loosening her human’s grip on her, and struggled to turn around in his arms. Face to face with him she ran her tongue across his neck. He tasted slightly salty, a delicate sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. He’s more excited than I realized she thought to herself slyly.

Her eyes drifted across his body, his cloth shirt clung to his pecs and abs, outlining them through his clothes and his pants were deliciously taught. She pushed her snout against his trapped package and enjoyed the smell of him. Tarvor placed his hands on either side of her head, cradling her gently. She looked up at him and met his gaze as she licked his member through the thick leathers.

“Clothes. Off.” She commanded in the sultriest voice she could manage. He wasted no time in obeying the order.

Shera savored the sight of her mate undressing himself. She had experimented with undressing him herself, but the clothes had become shredded in the process. He even bore a few light scratches due to clumsiness. Secretly she wanted to try again sometime, but for now she just watched as Tarvor slowly dropped his pants allowing his member to slide into view, fully engorged and standing at attention. A stiff monument to her.

The smell of him hit her senses with full force, a scent she did not believe she would ever completely tire of. She associated it with everything great in the life she knew, the rich heady aroma of his lust. As soon as his pants were fully removed she swiftly closed in on her prey. He stood utterly naked before her and his cock dangling out in front of him was too enticing to ignore.

She was so excited that she took him in her mouth with little warning, causing Tarvor to gasp in surprise and push at her head with his hands by instinct. However, he did not pull away. Cradling her cheeks and rubbing at her ears he leaned his head back in ecstasy as Shera surrounded his cock with her tongue.

He tasted even better than he smelled, the smooth skin of his member slid back and forth on her tongue. She wrapped her feline lips around him and sucked, applying as much pressure as she could. She had yet been able to bring him to climax with her mouth alone, and she considered it to be something of a challenge at this point.

She moaned to him mentally and slurped at him noisily, she knew he liked that. Nothing made him hornier than the thought of her enjoying him. She made sure he was very much aware of how she loved to please him. His cock stiffened and throb in her mouth and a drop of his slick precum touched her tongue. Tangy and sweet. She moaned again, hungrily, and redoubled her efforts. Tarvor began to thrust into her mouth in time with her movements. She could feel herself leaking her own pleasure, the sticky juice running down her legs.

Tarvor let slip a throaty laugh. “You’re a naughty cat, you act like you haven’t eaten for days.”

Shera looked up into his eyes and let his cock fall from her mouth as she growled at him. “Haven’t eaten you for days you mean. I aim to drink you today Tarvor, lie down.” She commanded.

Tarvor’s face belied the excitement she felt across the bond, he found the prospect thrilling. He started to move toward the hut, but a furred paw dug into his leg and prevented him from taking a step.

“No. Right here, I can’t wait any longer. Just lie down in the grass.” Shera practically pulled him down herself. She would have if she wasn’t worried that she might accidentally claw him in her eagerness.

Tarvor eased himself onto the grass, it was soft and pleasant against his skin. The chill in the air was unable to stand against the heat that the cougar brought with her. Her warm body draped over him. Shera lay down so her head was perched directly over his erect cock. Her forepaws lay on his stomach and thighs, the weight of her pinning him firmly to the ground.

Shera bowed her head and again took Tarvor into her waiting mouth, warm and slick with saliva. In this position she could look Tarvor in the eyes more easily and bob her head with more dexterity. She made use of this new advantage, and began to swiftly milk Tarvor’s cock with her mouth. Holding it firmly in her strong tongue and running it up and down his length. His hips bucked and tensed beneath her, attempting to thrust into her but she held him down firmly. She was in control.

Her large paws kneaded his stomach and thighs, massaging his lean muscular form as her mouth continued to urge him to spill inside her. Tarvor’s hands idly gripped and pulled at the grass around him, he squirmed as he came closer and closer to the precipitous edge of orgasm. One hand reached out and grasped a fistful of loose skin on Shera’s shoulder, exciting her further.

She spoke into his mind without ceasing her ministrations on his member, if anything she redoubled her efforts. Urged on as more and more precum slipped from his cock and poured down the lion’s throat. “You taste so good; you need to give me more than that though.” She taunted.

Tarvor only grunted as a response, lost in sensation.

“Actually you can do something else for me. I need this.”

Shera rotated her body so her haunches lay near Tarvor’s head, she lifted her tail exposing her dripping and overstimulated pussy. It tensed and another glob of clear fluid slipped from her slick entrance. Shera mentally pleaded with Tarvor to help her relieve herself, she refused to stop sucking him off however. This was finally going to happen.

Tarvor struggled to focus, so distracted he was, but he did his best. Shera felt his fingers begin to rub her entrance. Spreading her juices around and making his fingers slick. She purred in delight at the sensation, causing Tarvor to gasp as he felt the vibrations of her throat on his cock as Shera held it firmly in her mouth.

Of course. She thought to herself I should have thought of this before, maybe this will finally send him over the edge. She purred all the louder, attempting to illicit the thing she longed for most.

But she was losing focus as well, so badly she wanted to be penetrated, but Tarvor was only absentmindedly rubbing her. Exciting her but not quenching her desires. She purred and jerked at Tarvor’s member harder than she ever had before and commanded her mate.

“No! Just stick it in me Tarvor. I need this. I need you!”

The message got through. Tarvor dove into her with two of his fingers, filling her so perfectly. Her walls contracted on him as she instantly orgasmed. An uncontrollable roar escaped her throat, muffled around Tarvor’s cock as she continued to suck with all the force and concentration she could muster.

“Deeper Tarvor, as deep as you can. Please.” Immediately she felt his hand hilt inside her, pushing hard against her walls as they strained and tightened on his fingers. Trying to hold them fast. She could hardly contain her enjoyment.

Tarvor let a near maniacal laugh loose and his whole body shuddered. “Oh fuck, you take it deeper too.” He said as his hips convulsed and he pushed himself into Shera’s mouth despite the weight of her lying on top of him. His free hand quickly went to the back of her head and he pushed her all the way down onto him.

It was happening.

Shera felt Tarvor’s hand on her head and she pushed his cock deep into her throat. As deep as she could comfortably hold him and then deeper still. His pelvis stiffened under her and she could feel the coming wave in Tarvor’s cock as he pumped the first spurts of his seed into his lion’s hungry jaws.

Shera moaned loudly into Tarvor’s head and hungrily drank everything Tarvor could give her. “More, more” she cried, so excited she was to finally accomplish the task. Tarvor’s hand slipped from the cougar’s pussy and both of his hands now held her head as he held himself hilted in her mouth.

The taste of him was divine, it was exactly like his precum but unbelievably more potent, far more enjoyable an experience than the second hand taste she sometimes got. She was hungry for even more but the flow had begun to slow. Tarvor started to pull away from her as she continued to suck and message him with her tongue.

A delicate pop and Tarvor slipped from Shera’s mouth, completely spent. Unable to move he just lay limply in the grass as the lion licked and groomed his cock and balls. Waves of almost too much pleasure raced through him and one last small drop of cum slipped from his tip, hungrily devoured by the lion shortly upon its release.

Shera sighed contentedly. “I loved that. I loved everything about that. We have to do that again, soon I think.” She said, her love and satisfaction coming in waves across their shared bond.

“Really? But I hardly even had a chance to do anything, surely you must be desperate for some attention now. I can smell you from here.” Said Tarvor. Eyeing her slick entrance which was still pointed in his direction from where he had been pleasuring it before. A thin trail of thick fluid still clung to her fur.

“Oh no, trust me, I got everything I wanted already.  I don’t have any need that wasn’t happily met”. Shera let her tail drop, covering herself from Tarvor and closed her eyes, ready to nap in the post coitus glow, but a hand slid itself under her tail, interrupting her.

“Well the least I can do is help clean up a bit, keep it ready for later.” Tarvor said with a wry smile. Holding her tail out of the way he brought his mouth to her entrance and proceeded to lick her clean.

Despite her protests earlier it was a welcome end for Shera, she loved the feeling of his smaller but more dexterous tongue exploring her folds, and Tarvor was intent to get every inch before he stopped.

The parting display of affection lasted only moments but a small orgasm still rocked through Shera. Later she would need the full experience of her human in her, to feel full and complete with him holding her haunches. For now, however, she already felt sleep beginning to take her as the warm spring sun relaxed her muscles and the two of them slept naked in the warm grass.

***

It was too dark to see when Tarvor felt Shera nosing at his chest and urging him to wake. Despite the suddenness with which he was roused from sleep he was quickly aware and ready for whatever situation.

"What's going on? Did you hear something?" He spoke in a hushed whisper but quickly remembered he didn't even need to open his mouth to speak to his cat. He repeated his request to her with only his mind and eyed her with curiosity.

Shera was staring at the entrance to the tent, her gaze unwavering. "I heard something. There's something outside the tent." Her hackles rose on her shoulders but she refused to growl lest whatever was outside hear.

"Can you smell what it is? I don't want to open the flap and look unless I have to." Tarvor’s spear wasn’t in the shelter with them. Normally he would keep it close at hand but Shera nearly cut herself during a rather vigorous romantic interlude so he’d been storing it outside since. He regretted that at the moment.

"Are you kidding? I can never smell anything in here but sex!” Shera glanced around nervously. Tarvor simply stared at her.

“I guess I could wash the pelts a bit more often….”

“What? No… I... Is this really the time?” Shera eyes were wide with something akin to panic.

Tarvor was fairly certain anything outside couldn’t be that bad or it would be far louder than it was. If he listened very closely he could hear the faintest of scratching noises somewhere nearby. Too faint to even be a lone wolf or a second cougar. His own fear in the face of danger began to dwindle

“Settle down, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it. Just stay here.” Tarvor touched the big cat on the shoulder and made to push back the flap on the shelter.

The moon was still high in the sky and half full. It was dark but the dim light of the moon was enough to see the invader. Or at least the black and white stripes on the small furred animal. Tarvor instantly and violently closed the flaps and pulled back into the shelter, causing Shera to panic. She shifted nervously and started to growl but Tarvor quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Shush! It’s a skunk, don’t want to get sprayed do you?” Tarvor whispered in her ear. Shera stopped tensing in his arms.

“A skunk? From the way you ducked back in here I could have sworn a bear was about to take your head off!”

“Nothing so dramatic. Just a skunk. You think it smells bad in here now just wait until I get covered in skunk musk. No thank you. Let’s just stay in here, it will go away soon, all the foods sealed up tight.” Tarvor lay back down and made to cover himself with the heavy furs he used for blankets. He shuffled himself up next to Shera and held her, she was still somewhat tense.

“I didn’t say it smelled bad in here” She said shyly. She allowed herself to be coaxed into lying back down but she couldn’t help but feel jittery. “Just that it smells a lot like us.” Shera’s golden eyes remained fixed on the entrance to the tent and she absentmindedly kneaded at the fur beneath her paws. “Like home.”

Her last words came out in a hushed whisper, barely audible in Tarvor’s mind and she lay her head on her paws, finally stilling them. Tarvor quietly watched her with concern and wondered what to say. He hadn’t really considered this.

He grimaced in the dark. Typical Tarvor, missing the point again. I move all the damn time, every couple years at least. It’s been ages since I felt like I was leaving a place I called home, home is just wherever I happen to be at the time. Don’t know why I would expect Shera to act the same way. He simply held her silently and lent his support through contact.

The air was pregnant with unsaid words, or at least Tarvor felt it was. It was oppressive. He opened and closed his mouth soundlessly a number of times before committing to something to say. Shera noticed but she pretended not to, content to let Tarvor think.

Finally, in a parched whisper Tarvor spoke. “To me, at least for the past few years, home was wherever I was. I hunt, I trap, I fish, I sell what I find and I use the money I make to go somewhere else. See the world, avoid people for the most part. It’s been good for me. Yet it wasn’t so long ago that I had a real home, and I remember what it feels like to be forced to leave.”

Shera stirred under Tarvor’s arm, restless but saying nothing. She turned her feline head toward him and her golden gaze pierced his heart. There was sadness in her eyes.

Tarvor continued. “I don’t think home can be just wherever I am anymore, that part of my life is over. Now it seems that home has to be where you are, Shera.” He held the big cat tighter. “And I know it’s hard to leave when you feel attached to the place, but there’s nothing special about this mountain, or this clearing, or even this hut. What’s special is between you and I, and that we would never leave behind.”

At least some part of Shera seemed to agree with him, she loosened up visibly and seemed a bit more at ease. “You’re right, but it’s still hard. This is the first place I’ve really felt comfortable ever since I Awoke, but now we have to go somewhere that will be absolutely uncomfortable, full of strangers. I’m just a little worried, but thank you for trying to help.”
She smiled at him and nuzzled her face into the crook of Tarvor’s neck. Tarvor kissed her forehead and tried to go back to sleep. The sun would be up soon and they would be leaving.

***

Camp was gone. Packed up or left behind. What could be carried was, what couldn’t was either burned or buried. For Tarvor it was a ritual, you return the land you use to the state it was in before you arrived, leave only footprints. For Shera it was a funeral. Tarvor did his best to keep her spirits up but she was going to get over it in her own time, in her own way.

With the camp hours behind them they climbed over steep mountainous terrain. Shera walked easily at Tarvor’s side laden down by a small ‘backpack’ of sorts, though it looked closer to a horse’s saddlebags, that Shera could put on or take off on her own. Tarvor carried the vast majority of the load, a large heavy pack on his back and a sled made of lashed together branches that he dragged behind him. Over the rougher areas the sled slowed them down as they laboriously maneuvered it but it would save a great deal of effort once the ground leveled out.

They walked in quiet contemplation most of the time, content to just focus on the travelling. Shera’s job was to find any small game nearby for their meals. Every now and then she would motion Tarvor to stop as she listened carefully for a hare in the nearby underbrush. Sometimes she would slip out of her pack and race off coming back with their next meal, other times she would simply start walking again and Tarvor would follow.

When they left Shera was full of questions about where exactly it was they were going, what direction, how far, how long, questions upon questions. Tarvor got the impression that she was trying to feel better about the trip through understanding it, he hoped it worked for her. He didn’t feel the need to break the silence, there was nothing to say, though he regretted that his hands were busy pulling the sled and he couldn’t reach out to comfort her.

Hours later he told her as much and she smiled for him and walked close enough to rub her flank on his leg from time to time.  While he intended to comfort Shera in this way he felt as if it was more a comfort to him. He missed the lazy days where he could touch his cat all he wanted.

They walked until they couldn’t walk anymore, they would stop for meals but take no breaks aside from that. They made camp simply with only a small fire to keep the animals away and the great Warrox pelt spread on the ground for some degree of comfort as they slept. Too exhausted were they by their travels to enjoy each other intimately and each night saw them simply hold each other close and drift off to deep slumber.

The town of Yost was their destination and after a week of travel it was only a few days away. By this point Shera was nearly back to her happy self, though they were both completely exhausted much of the time she found energy to bound forward out of Tarvor’s sight and explore. She was never out of touch of their mental bond and Tarvor could feel her wandering to and fro exploring the dense forest that now surrounded them. She likely had never lived anywhere but in the mountains they had left.

Tarvor whistled merrily, horribly out of tune. A whining tuneless mess, but nobody was around to complain and he enjoyed it, so he did so with gusto. It was the last day they had to camp outside unless Tarvor was wrong in his navigating, though he was sure he wasn’t. After a decade in the wilderness he was a master of the craft. They’d camp earlier than usual, far enough from the town that nobody was likely to find them but close enough that they’d reach it tomorrow morning and have plenty of time left to find a room to stay and explore some.

One more night in the open air, one more day dragging this blasted sled. My shoulders are killing me, my right shoe is in need of repair, but I couldn’t be happier. Still don’t know what we’re looking for but it feels good to make some progress all the same. Tarvor whistle died a slow and miserable shrieking death as another thought occurred to him. Or maybe whatever drove Shera to me after gifting her with intelligence is also making me feel good about doing whatever it wants. I could just be some god’s tool… or a demon’s tool if me and Shera are being lied to… Hmmm. It’s not worth worrying about, can’t know for sure either way, best to just find whatever it is we’re looking for and then decide what to do about it then.

The feeling of happiness was gone. Tarvor didn’t know whether that made him feel better or worse.

The night passed uneventfully, the air was warm, the cool spring air on the mountain was well on its way to becoming full-blown summer in the valley. Tarvor and Shera slept side by side catching up on some much needed rest, preparing for the day to come.

***

Shera was grooming herself in the morning sun. Paying meticulous attention above and beyond her normal feline perfectionism. Today people would see her in town and she wanted to scare people as little as possible. Maybe making herself immaculately well-groomed could do something toward that end.  She looked up to where Tarvor was double checking all the packs to make sure they were well secured.

“Don’t you think you might want to wash your hair? Shave maybe?  You look like something a cat dragged in.” She laughed at her own joke and Tarvor rolled his eyes.

“It probably wouldn’t hurt, best to put on a good show for townsfolk, they’re a soft lot.” He rubbed a hand across his chin and felt the weeks’ worth of scruff that had grown up over the journey. He then turned an eye to Shera and wondered aloud. “It might help to put a collar on you as well, but I don’t know if you’d be okay with that. It might be a little degrading.”

Shera thought it over but ultimately agreed. “It’s probably safest if people know for sure that I’m under your control.”

Tarvor leered at her “Under my control eh? With a leash and everything…” He trailed off letting the implications hang in the air. Now it was Shera’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Maybe later. Keep your mind on the task at hand you dirty human.” Her voice was haughty but she winked at him and flashed herself at him as she turned around and Tarvor smiled.

Despite his protestations Tarvor eventually allowed Shera to groom his hair down, there was nowhere nearby to give it an actual wash. He would never admit it to her, and actively hid it from their bond, but it actually felt kind of nice. He carefully shaved with one of his many hunting knives, sharp enough to do the job with ease, while Shera sat behind him attempting to get his wild head of hair to behave itself. She made a passable job of it.

Tarvor and Shera walked toward town, her on a thin leather cord cut from one of the hides that dangled loosely around her neck with the other end around Tarvor’s wrist. The trees of the forest began to clear and scattered lone buildings could be seen. Once or twice a human figure could be seen working around the homes though none seemed to notice the pair.

“Woodsman,” Tarvor explained out loud “not like me, not really. They’re mostly lumberjacks or trappers, they live close enough to town that they can rely on it for food and work if the forest doesn’t provide. These folk are barely any hardier than the doughty townsfolk, but it’s something.” His face was passive but Shera could feel distaste bordering on something worse floating in his mind.

“Speak with your mind Tarvor, if people hear you talking to me it’s going to get harder for us.” He scowled but nodded. “Why do you dislike the townspeople so? Have they personally done something to you to warrant this?”

There was more and more space between the trees as the forest slowly dissolved into a field, not far in the distance a thin dark line snaked across the landscape, a small river, leading to a dark cluster that could only be the town.

“Not personally no, but it’s the same everywhere. I come out of the woods in my leathers and furs and they watch me warily, as if I were a dangerous predator. They try to charge me too much for food and pay too little for my furs. I’m never one of them and they don’t let me forget it while I’m here. They have their walls to protect them from the world. Then they fear those of us who have adapted to the dangers of the wilds instead of hiding.” He sighed and shrugged. “They’re good people really, many of them are even nice to me after a day or two, but I can still see the fear in their eyes that is present when they look at any stranger.” He turned to Shera and she stalked silently at his side. “It will be harder for you, but I’ll try to help.”

“It can’t be as bad as all that, I’m sure of it” Shera quipped. How she was optimistic now when half the journey she looked ready to shrink out of her fur Tarvor didn’t know. More of the mysterious force’s doing?

Small farms dotted the landscape now and they were definitely walking along a road instead of across the open ground they’d been on since the journey began. Few other travelers were present and none nearby. They were met be friendly waves by farmers who worked in their fields. Likely to far away to recognize a cougar from a large dog or a dangerous hunter like Tarvor for one of the local woodsman.

By the time they were close enough to make out the walls of the town for what they were the sun was approaching its zenith and the foot traffic along the road had become dense enough that an obvious pocket of space had formed around the pair. Nervous glances were meeting the lionesses gaze at every turn but her spirits hadn’t wavered. Nobody was being outwardly hostile to their presence, only the few rare horses they’d seen were blatantly scared and Shera couldn’t blame the poor animals.

The guards at the gate of the town were their first real obstacle, even with a well-groomed and shaven hunter, except for one tuft of hair even Shera couldn’t tame, a wild cougar was a hard sell. Tarvor did his best to explain to the pair of guards that Shera was no danger to anybody and that she was in fact very well trained but they were having trouble believing it.

“Look, what if she does a trick? Would that work? I’m telling you she listens to me and she’s actually quite nice.” Shera looked at Tarvor questioningly, unsure what he meant by trick.

The guards exchanged a look, it wasn’t exactly a situation that had arose before. There was that bear a few years ago but he was with a travelling menagerie, it was a bit easier to believe.  Eventually they nodded and the slimmer one spoke “Sure that’ll work, just as long as we get some sort of proof that you’re not trying to pull our leg. Don’t want any trouble inside to come back to us.”

Shera protested “I don’t even know any tricks! How do you expect this to work!”

Tarvor ignored her and instead simply waved his hand down and said “Sit.” So she did.

The guards gasped and the more muscular one couldn’t help but clap a little. Tarvor smiled to them, the townsfolk really were good deep down, just wary. “Alright that’ll do fine, enjoy your stay. There’s plenty of inns for you to find and if you’re looking to sell your wares the market’s against the east wall.” They’re job done the guardsman hustled the pair through the gates and tried to get traffic moving again, it had stopped as nobody wanted to push past Shera as she stood in the gateway, though they seemed less concerned after watching the majestic ‘trick’.

Out of eyeshot of the guards Shera gave him a dubious look of shock. “That’s a trick? Any dumb animal can sit; how does that count? Can’t you just tell an animal to sit and then wait until it does? They have to sit eventually. This place is a madhouse.” She continued to spout her disbelief but Tarvor just laughed silently and kept them moving toward the market.

“First things first,” Tarvor stated “we need to sell some of this crap. Most of it just extra weight, it will be easier to travel with a bag of coin instead of a bundle of furs. Won’t need the sled anymore, that’ll be a load off, my arms are killing me.”

The streets were wide and clean in this part of town, with nicely cobbled streets. The ringing of horse hooves on the stones underscored the general hustle and bustle of town life. People hurried about their own business carrying parcels, women gossiped in groups under awnings, catching up with the week’s goings on. Most people paid them no mind though anybody who happened to catch sight of Shera would visibly retreat away. Tarvor choked up on the leash, both to give people the idea that he was in control and also to keep the big cat close for comfort. Shera didn’t mind she walked tight at his side all the same.

The market stalls were even busier than the surrounding streets. Yost wasn’t anything like the great cities elsewhere in the world but it still had its fair share of trade that went through its ports. Large warehouses contained various crops and lined the side of the street nearest the harbor. Goods would be loaded into the far side and some of that would then be sold out the side that bordered the market. The other side of the street and seemingly stuck in every space there was room for them were hundreds of stalls selling everything you could possibly want.

Shera’s sensitive nose was overwhelmed by all the smells of the market, all the different types of food stalls serving every conceivable type of meat and some inconceivable ones. Flowers, seafood, spices, it buffeted at her senses like a gale. She had to fight to keep from being lost. She started to just block it out before letting it all back in little by little until she could enjoy the entire spectrum. Once she got used to it then it became quite pleasant.

It wasn’t just vendors and customers that flooded the busy streets of the marketplace. Buskers and beggars lined the rows of stalls as well, though none would come near Shera. Easier ways to collect money than asking the man draped in furs with a cougar around his wrist. A particularly large crowd had gathered around one group of performers, the crowd laughed and clapped along to the music that the band was playing. Meanwhile a pair of tumblers leaped and rolled around in acrobatic feats of derring-do.

Even Tarvor and Shera stopped to watch the performance. Well, Shera started out by watching the back of people’s knees but somehow an empty space formed that allowed her to see the performers. After a particularly impressive series of flips and somersaults a dog ran out from behind the band dressed in its own jaunty livery and joined the performance. The crowd only got louder and more animated as the performers and dog went through their routine. Shera watched the dog as it did backflips and leapt through hoops.

“See now this is a trick. At least somebody understands.” Shera said excitedly.

Eventually the performance ended and the buskers made their bows to mad applause from the crowd, coins quickly filling their hats as they held them out to the crowd. Though none filled as fast as the foppish hat the dog walked around with. Even Tarvor clapped in appreciation though he had no coins to throw. Shera struggled to find some way to show her own appreciation, unable to clap her excitement eventually bubbled over into a small roar.

She choked it off as fast as she could but the damage was done. The poor dog whined and hid behind the performers and the nearby townsfolk quickly found somewhere else to be. Only a couple people outright panicked but it was obvious to see the effects on Shera either way, she had taken on the telltale droop that seemed to signify a sad feline.

Tarvor knelt down and patter her side, the crowd took it as him settling down a wild animal and looked somewhat relieved, but he only wanted to comfort his mate. She seemed to take no notice.

At a loss Tarvor moved toward an area of the market where he could likely sell his pelts, Shera following meekly.

“You know, maybe those performers are on to something. We could get you a hat and teach you to do a backflip. I doubt anybody would be afraid of you then. Probably help us make a little extra money, I don’t think I’ll be doing and trapping for a while. What do you think?” He nudged the cat with his knee amicably. Shera only shrugged.

“Probably a really silly hat too, to make up for your grumpy face. Did you see how many bells that dog had? I’d say twice as many. Twice as many bells for you, and a ribbon for your tail.”

That did the trick, the big cat perked up a bit and a brief laugh tinkled through the bond in Tarvor’s mind. Shera’s lilting voice rang out softly “I don’t know; I don’t think I could manage those flips. The hat though….”

“Definitely the hat. You’d look adorable in that hat. I’m thinking blue and red. Classic jester colors that.”

Shera barked out one of her odd feline laughs out loud, and shook her head at the thought. A nearby frail looking man doubled his pace to get away from the strange sound but Shera didn’t seem to notice. Tarvor was just happy that he managed to pick her up a bit.

Trading the furs for cash was surprisingly painless, Tarvor didn’t even have to do as much haggling as he was used to. Though from the way the merchant kept staring at Shera he had a good idea about why. His load was dramatically smaller now and he left the lashed together sled with a nearby merchant who was selling firewood. He rolled his shoulders and relished the freedom of movement he had after weeks of dragging the sled around.

The sun was starting to set and Tarvor was wandering aimlessly looking for a halfway decent inn. He’d already passed a handful that looked either too expensive or too cheap and one that had seemed nice but the innkeeper had refused to rent to them. It was within his prerogative to be sure but Tarvor still couldn’t help but feel slighted.

Tarvor rounded a corner to see another possible option. The tavern was bustling with people, raucous laughter bubbled through the brightly lit door where it spilled onto the street.

“What about this one Shera? Seems okay, we should go in and ask.” Tarvor held Shera’s leash closely as they neared the inn.

Shera was unsure. “Seems like an awful lot of people…”

“Usually that just means the ale is good, or at least cheap.”

The inside of the inn was packed wall to wall with people, many of them locals judging by the clothes. Even Shera had to squeeze gently through the crowd, there simply wasn’t enough space for a comfortable space to form around the cat. Overworked barmaids rushed back and forth trying to avoid spilling the ale they carried on heavily laden trays. A large fat man stood behind the bar, most likely the owner. His apron was covered with unidentifiable stains but the rest of him was immaculately clean, as was the bar he tended.

The fat man’s voice boomed, audible even over the din of the tavern. “And what can I do for you? It’s a bit busy in here as you can see, I doubt there is any tables left but you’re free to stand wherever there’s room, it’s half off ale all night! Should even have a musician showing up later if he ever sobers up!” The man could only be described as jolly and Tarvor hoped he would be amenable to renting them a room.

“Drink is great but what I’m really looking for is a room for the night. Don’t suppose you have any space left?” Tarvor eyed the packed bar and hoped that most of them were locals who wouldn’t need to rent a room.

“Aye plenty of space, reasonably priced too. If you’d like to stay I’ll need the coin upfront and you might want to decide sooner rather than later, I don’t expect I’ll have any empty rooms at all by the time we close up.” Another patron approached the bar and the innkeeper pulled a stein seemingly from midair and filled it from one of the barrels lining the wall behind him.

“I’ve got the money ready” responded Tarvor, placing his leather coin pouch on the counter with a dull thunk. “Just one thing that I hope doesn’t change your mind.” He lifted Shera’s leash urging her up. She stood on her hind legs, with her front paws resting on the counter. The innkeeper noticed the cat for the first time, and she him.

“Oh he looks funny, I didn’t know humans got that big.” Shera laughed.

Tarvor fought down a smile and chided her “That’s not polite to point out, all innkeepers are fat, I’m pretty sure it’s a tradition.” To the innkeeper he continued “If it’s a problem I can pay for two people instead of one, since we’ll both be in the room. She won’t cause any trouble, she’s quite friendly even.”

“Oh aye she looks it.” Shocking Tarvor the innkeeper reached a thick arm across the bar and patted Shera on the head. Shera for her part played the friendly animal and leaned into the touch. Tarvor respected the man a bit more for his bravery “Aint never seen a tame mountain lion before, aint that just a sight. She got a name?”

“Shera, we won’t be staying more than a few days, and probably will spend much of the time in the room. She tends to make people nervous.”

“This little thing? I doubt she’d hurt a fly.” Shera strategically yawned revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. Tarvor tapped her on the head and she shut her mouth and looked at him innocently. “Well maybe a fly, but a small one I’d imagine. Will you be wanting a double then? If you’re paying for two people anyway you may as well take the extra space.”

Tarvor counted coins out on the counter, stopping when the innkeeper motioned that he’d covered the fee for a few days. “A single will be fine, she’ll sleep on the floor, let another guest have the beds. We’ll retired immediately I think, long day of travel. How about a couple ales to take with me though?” Tarvor dropped another coin or two on the counter and the innkeeper produced two more pints from someplace Tarvor couldn’t quite figure out.

The fat man handed Tarvor his drinks and hung a leather thong, with a key on it, over his wrist, “Top of the stairs, second floor third room on the left. Nobody will bother you up there if you’d like your privacy. If you need anything at all just yell down the stairs, I’ll hear you. Ears like a cat you see.” He winked at Shera pointedly then went back to serving the other customers.

“I like him. When this all comes crashing down around our ears I promise I won’t eat him.” Shera laughed at her own rapier wit and padded up the stairs after Tarvor toward their room. “I’m not sleeping on the floor you know.”

“I had no such intention of course, but we’re used to sharing a bed anyway. Don’t really need two.” Tarvor shut the door to their room behind him and locked it.

The room itself was clean and cozy. It was simply furnished with a chair and small table with a lantern hanging on one wall for light. The bed was neatly laundered and appeared to be some kind of downy mattress, some inns would have simple cots or pallets, the fact the room had a real mattress was testament to the inn’s quality.

Tarvor set one mug of ale on the floor and drank heavily from the other. “Here, try this. Go slow, I hear animals don’t handle alcohol the way humans do.”

Shera stepped over to the mug and sniffed it warily before lapping at it. Her face immediately crinkled up in distaste ‘Oh it’s vile! Is it supposed to taste like this?” She took a few more exploratory slurps before stepping away from the tankard.

“This stuff is actually pretty good; they probably make it here. Takes a bit to get used to the flavor though, nobody likes it at first. I’ll leave it in the corner in case you want more later though.” Tarvor finished his own ale quickly. He hardly ever drank, didn’t learn how to make his own in the wilderness, and he knew his limits. It wasn’t that much more than what he’d just had, should be more than enough to help him relax for the evening.

It didn’t take long before his head felt a little light and he was reclining heavily in the chair petting Shera’s head and rubbing her ears as she sat with her head in his lap. The big cat’s eyes were half lidded.

“I feel a little woozy” She told him, lifting her head from his lap and rolling it back and forth.

“Are you okay? That’s just the ale, it might get a little worse but then it should level out.”

“Mmmm, yeah I’m fine I think. It’s a little weird, don’t know if I like it much.” Shera looked around the room. The sun was gone now and the room was lit only by the light of the lantern that hung near the chair. She looked over her shoulder at Tarvor coyly “You know, we haven’t had any time to ourselves in weeks. At least, not any time and also the energy to make use of it” Her tail swished back and forth mischievously, every swing revealing her private areas to Tarvor who watched her with interest.

She sauntered across the room, taking her sweet time, batting her eyes at her mate and swinging her hips with purpose. When she reached the edge of the bed she paused and stretched luxuriously, lifting her hindquarters high in the air, her tail flagging. Giving Tarvor a good long look at her treasures. Her holes were clean and tight, the slightly darker skin of her entrances making them stand out against the cream colored fur. She giggled through her bond and hummed as she leapt up into the bed and lay down, tail twitching, beckoning to Tarvor to come and join her.

Tarvor stood from his chair and made his way over to the big cat, losing clothes as he went. He was glad to see the ale hadn’t impaired him in anyway, he stood in firm approval of his lioness’ show. He stripped the blankets from the bed, they would only get in the way, and lay down on the soft mattress beside Shera.

“Oh Tarvor, this is so soft. Oh my.” Shera playfully rolled on the bed. “It’s so comfortable. You have to get one of these.” Her voice just slightly slurred by ale.

Tarvor laughed at her and scratched her flanks as she rolled about. “I don’t think we could carry it with us.” He was all warmed up from Shera’s show and when she rolled away from him he grabbed her around the middle and clutched her to his chest. Spooning his manhood against her haunches and rubbing her body roughly with his hands.

“No Tarvor!” Shera laughed and rolled over in his grip so she was facing him. The lionesses mouth was a mere inch from his own and she looked him in the eyes. “This is such a soft bed; we need soft touches for the soft bed.” She leaned towards him and pressed her lips to his. It was not a mouth made for kissing but she threw herself into it bodily and Tarvor responded. If she wanted to be soft he could be silk.

He parted his lips slightly and snaked his tongue against hers, encouraging her to do the same. They had never tried any extended kissing before, maybe she had always wanted to but just felt nervous at the prospect, the ale may have greased the wheels. Tarvor whispered sweet things to her as they kissed and tried to make it as special as he could. Shera slipped her tongue into his and he lavished attention onto it with his own. He held her gently and caressed her head and shoulders as they embraced. He could feel her body respond to him as Shera pushed herself closer into his chest.

She moaned her pleasure to him and he ran his hands across her body. Gently caressing her all over. His cupped her cheeks in his hands and pulled her into the kiss ever more deeply. He massaged her shoulders and flanks, he even gently tugged on the loose skin at the back of her neck, causing her to moan again, but he would not harshly grab it tonight as he had in the past. He slid one hand between her fore legs to rub at her chest, running his fingers through the thick fur with care, applying a sensual pressure to her whole body in turn.

All the while his mouth remained locked to hers, their lips parted, repeatedly exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Tarvor ran his hand from Shera’s chest to her belly where the fur become fine and soft to the touch. He pulled his lips from hers with some regret to whisper delicately in her ear. “What about here?” he said, letting his hot breath tickle the sensitive skin of her ears. His hand rubbed her belly until he found the small hard nubs of her nipples which he pinched and rolled between his fingers.

Shera rested her head on his shoulder and breathed heavily “Oh yes, right there is perfect Tarvor.”

The heat of the lion’s breath warmed his neck and spurred Tarvor onwards. One hand wrapped around her back, holding her body against his, the other hand between them, rubbing at her sensitive nipples causing them to dampen slightly as her arousal rose. With the one hand continuing to excite her belly he reached south with the other and cupped it around her powerful haunches, his fingers only a short distance away from her private areas, which already spilt their excitement.

Against he whispered softly into her ear “And what about here?” he gently squeezed her hindquarters for emphasis while his other hand circled the erect nubs on her belly.

“Yes, rub me there.” Shera said in a rush, she panted heavily against him. He could feel the humid air on his neck and her chest heaved.

Tarvor took his hand away from her, causing her to growl in protest and squirm in his grap. “Ask me to. Ask me to touch you there.” He teased.

Too distraught to resist Shera acquiesced “Please Tarvor, please rub my pussy.” She whined in earnest. She put her big paws to his chest and he felt the prickle of her claws as they touched his skin. “Touch me.”

Tarvor pushed her away from him, she begged him with her eyes but he only readjusted position. With her lying on her back, her paws dangling in the air, and him positioned between her legs, his head lined up with her slick entrance.

The first thing she felt was the gentle touch of his tongue as it tasted her sweet nectar and rubbed across her entrance. She moaned and her body tensed at the feelings. She whispered her encouragements to Tarvor as he began to lavish her entrance with his tongue. He probed her with his fingers, rubbing around her hole, smearing her juices through the delicate fur that surrounded it.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your taste, and the feel of you on my tongue?’ Tarvor said. He pulled her entrance open with his fingers exposing her delicate clit, he ran his tongue over it with care, pushing his face tight against her hindquarters. He felt the fur of her belly on his cheeks as he pleasured his cat with his tongue.

Shera giggled between her moans “Only every other time my mate. But I never tire of hearing it.” She twitched as he hit her in just the right way. Her toes curled reflexively “Oh, oh, right there just like that. Don’t stop.”

Tarvor obeyed, sliding a slicked finger into the cat’s asshole as he repeatedly ran his tongue across her clit as he had before. He was rewarded with a lustful mewl and fresh wave of her juices that flowed readily as she came into his mouth. He lapped at it hungrily, savoring the flavor. He dove his tongue inside of her and felt as her walls constricted around it, warm and inviting.

‘You know,” he said “I could do for you what you did for me those weeks ago. I’d love to do it even” He spent some time licking the cats other hole as he spoke, letting her pussy recover before he returned to it.

Shera considered it but she responded “Mmmm no today I think I need to feel you in me. Right now.” She curved her neck so she could look at Tarvor “and I want to watch.” She said coyly.

Tarvor smiled and grabbed a nearby pillow. He got up onto his knees and positioned himself over her, she looked into his eyes and licked her lips seductively. He put the pillow under the cats hips, angling her haunches up slightly so she could see herself. “How’s that?” He asked, penetrating her with his fingers, stretching her entrance in preparation.

The cat watched his fingers disappear inside her hungrily, her feline pussy stretching around them as the pumped in and out of her. “Yes, please. Fuck me Tarvor.” She moaned. She felt empty as his fingers slid from her but watched in earnest as Tarvor’s member lined up over her. “Slowly, gently” she reminded him.

Tarvor let his hips push forward, resting the tip of his cock against her slick entrance. She was a tight fit as always, barely large enough to take him. He spread her slightly with his fingers and gently slid himself inside. They both watched as inch after inch of Tarvor disappeared into Shera’s hole. They moaned in unison at the sight.

Gently Tarvor began to rock back and forth, warming up to a relaxed motion as he penetrated her over and over. Their eyes met, him leaning over her, tucked between her legs, both their mouths hung slightly ajar as they were lost in passion.

Shera’s walls tightened and twitched around him, warmed up from his mouth her orgasms continued to rock through her from time to time. Stimulated by the large human member that filled her completely. Tarvor pushed harder and harder as he felt himself building, her urgings to be soft and gentle could only last so far.

Tarvor’s hands grasped and rubbed at Shera’s chest and legs as he pumped inside her. She could feel herself coming to the final finish line as her human took her on her back. Her hind legs stretched out straight behind Tarvor and her claws reflexively extended. She kneaded at the air in front of her and closed her eyes, lost in bliss.

Tarvor watched himself slide in and out of her slick entrance. The wetness made him slide easily and her excited hole wrapped around him. Each time he pulled back it would try and hungrily hold him inside before greedily relaxing and allowing him back in. The sight of her pushed him closer to his limit, he started to truly press himself into her, she slid across the sheets with the force of each lunge.

A growl built in Shera’s throat as she felt herself climax, Tarvor furiously fucking her, hard as a rock deep inside her, and so large. Her body locked up and her pussy clenched tightly around his member as she growled and clawed at the open air.

Tarvor’s dick felt in a vice as his lion finished and with one final pump he pushed himself into her as deep as he was able and finished himself. He lay on top of her, weakly thrusting as wave after wave of his cum filled her. It slipped out around his member soaking her fur and making a mess. He breathed heavily and Shera squirmed under him, enjoying the sticky full feeling.

They stayed that way a good long time, Tarvor lying on top of Shera, basking in their won after sex glow. Today was finished and spent like them, tomorrow they had work to do.
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