Shifting

by Shifting (anth. )(Rob Knight Editor)(Torquere)(lit)

  This was the first time he'd had a problem finding his way home again. As unsure about his location quickly morphed into definitely and undeniably lost, he found a small rock and sat.

  It would be better to stay put, to let Malik or Rishi come find him, which would no doubt be easier to do if he didn't spread his scent far and wide and in unending circles. They were never going to let him forget this. He could hear their purring laughter already, knew they'd be thinking he was a silly man who got lost in his own territory.

  The grasses rustled in the wind and, had it not been pure luck, he would have never seen those bright gold eyes staring at him.

  "Rishi!" He flung himself at the tiger, more relieved than he cared to admit.

  Rishi growled happily, nuzzling his belly, chirruping and chattering at him.

  He scratched behind Rishi's ears and under his chin. "Good Rishi," he murmured. "So what brings you out this way?"

  The huge cat twined around his legs, purring loudly, before pantomiming a hunt, complete with stalking and pouncing.

  He laughed, his fears and upset about being lost sliding away at Rishi's antics. "Did you catch anything?"

  Rishi's head bobbed happily and suddenly he was pounced and licked from belly to hairline. Laughing, he pushed half-heartedly at Rishi. He enjoyed the grooming almost as much as the tigers did. Rishi growled and licked again, nuzzling and playing, making him laugh.

  He'd never laughed so much in his life as he did with his tigers. It was ironic that it was in this uncivilized environment where he had nothing but his loves and a small box of belongings that he had found joy and happiness.

  Rishi huffed and nibbled, licked and nuzzled, finding each spot that made him squeak and grin. He returned the touches, scratching Rishi's belly and his ruff, finding the places that made his tiger purr. So sensual, so happy, his tiger rolled and purred, paws batting the air.

  He wound up straddling the big body, fur soft through his threadbare breeches, petting and scratching at Rishi's belly and under his neck. The fur on Rishi's belly was snow white, so thick and soft and silky against his hands, the skin rippling beneath his fingers. He made a purring noise, oh not a purr by his tigers' standards, but not bad for a man, letting Rishi know it was good.

  Rishi leaned up, licking his forehead, his ear, his chin.

  "Such a good tiger," he told Rishi, hand on either side of the huge head. Those gold eyes watched him, blinking. He rubbed their cheeks together, as Malik and Rishi would do together.

  Rishi's purr grew deeper, louder, the tiger nuzzling toward him.

  He wished he could change like Rishi and Malik did. That he could run with them and groom them properly, that he could really know them.

  Slowly, Rishi changed for him, those eyes unchanging, still gold, still glowing. "L-l-l-lynn."

  "Rishi... Oh, I love you," he murmured, bringing their mouths together.

  Rishi's kisses were eager, needy, always wild and wanton. Lynn returned the wild kisses eagerly, the flavour of Rishi's mouth like an aphrodisiac.

  Fingers tickled his cheeks, his throat, petting him. He slid his own hands along Rishi's mottled skin, his tiger-man so warm, so smooth where the tiger was furry. Rishi licked and purred, tongue sliding along his jaw.

  "So good, Rishi," he murmured, tilting his head back, inviting the man to his neck.

  Rishi's tongue burned his skin, the whispered "Good Rishi" tickling him.

  He chuckled, shivering under the hot licks. "Yes, good Rishi."

  "Mmm... good..." Teeth fastened on his skin, marking him. "Mine."

  He gasped, hands tightening on Rishi's skin. "Yours. And Malik's."

  "Yesssss. Our Man." Rishi licked. "Ours."

  He whimpered, sensation coursing through him, running from his neck on down to his prick. Careful bites trailed down his chest, his shoulders.

  "Our man. Ours."

  He nodded, fingers grasping at Rishi as jolts went through him from the bites.

  "Good?" Rishi looked up, eyes twinkling, shining.

  He laughed, the sound more breathless than anything else. "Yes, Rishi. Very good. Please don't stop."

  "Mmm... Vvvvvvvvvvvvvery good." Nibble.

  He swallowed hard and slid his hands over Rishi, finding the tiny nipples and tweaking them.

  Rishi snarled, jerking in his hands. "Lynn!"

  He jerked as well, hands coming off Rishi as if burned. "It was supposed to be good!"

  Rishi nodded, panting. "G-g-g-g-g-good. Big. Big."

  "Oh. Good. I thought I'd hurt you," he admitted.

  He gave Rishi a small smile and let his fingers slide back over the small bits of flesh, barely touching this time. Rishi shivered, eyes flashing, tongue sliding over his neck. He moaned softly, fingers continuing to dance, to tease and pluck.

  Long licks were interspersed with love bites, Rishi purring and rubbing against him.

  "I want to love you, Rishi," he murmured, stroking down along Rishi's spine.

  Rishi nuzzled, hips arching instinctively for his touch. "Love Rishi. Yes."

  "Inside you, Rishi," he said. "I want to love you inside."

  Rishi's head lifted, those warm eyes met his for a long moment. Then the tiger smiled, taking a kiss. "Inside."

  He pushed Rishi down onto his back and gave his tiger a kiss. Then he began to lick and kiss the amazing mottled skin, working his way slowly down.

  Rishi rippled and rolled beneath him, purring furiously. Rishi's flavour filled his mouth, strong and wild and good. His lover roared, the sound rich, hungry, hands reaching for him, fingers gripping rhythmically.

  He smiled up at Rishi, biting gently on each nipple before continuing on down, intent on using his tongue to open Rishi up. Rishi chuffed when his lips hit that flat belly, curling up around him, so flexible. "Hee! Hee hee hee!"

  He laughed back, delighted with his tiger's happiness. He was hugged tight, his shoulders licked, his mouth soundly kissed by laughing lips. He allowed himself to be distracted by the kisses for a moment and then returned to his licking, nibbling on Rishi's prominent hips. Rishi shivered, legs parting, long shaft filling and bobbing.

  "Mm... so good, Rishi." He licked from the bottom of Rishi's shaft to the top, lapping at the tip.

  "Yes... So good..." Rishi twisted, turning beneath him.

  He sucked at the tip, but moved on, intent on his goal. He took each ball into his mouth, one at a time, gently sucking. Rishi went very still, vibrating, watching his mouth. He glanced up and let Rishi's balls go, licking them once more before spreading Rishi's legs and licking between them.

  "Lynn?"

  "I want to be inside you, Rishi. We don't have anything here with us, so I will wet you with my tongue." He smiled. "Do not worry, it will feel good."

  "Licking. Rishi knows licking." He got a wicked, happy grin, the look reminding him that Malik and Rishi were very into licking.

  It made him ache harder and he pushed Rishi's legs further apart, licking at the tiny hole. The roar his touch created sent shivers down his spine. He kept licking and then pushed his tongue into Rishi's body. Rishi jerked, hips shifting back toward him, then away, sweet growls and noises filling the air.

  He purred and pierced Rishi's body with his tongue again and again, wetting the tight passage. Rishi whimpered, pulling from his grip and turning, buttocks high and rocking, spine stretched out, offering.

  "L-l-l-l-lynn! Please! Need!"

  He bit one buttock, licked at Rishi's entrance one more time and then settled between Rishi's legs, guiding his needy prick into his lover. Rishi's body sucked him in, pulling hard -- so hot, so tight, so eager. He moaned, shuddering. "Oh sweet Lord... Rishi..."

  Those hips just kept shifting, kept rocking, muscles rippling around him. He started to thrust, sliding in and out of the hot, tight body. "So good, Rishi," he cried out.

  He could see the muscles rippling in the strong back, hear Rishi's needy sounds, fingers dug into the dirt. Harder and harder he thrust, his own hands dig
ging into Rishi's hips. Rishi arched for him and he sank deep, their bodies slapping together. Rishi's roar was huge. "Again!"

  He thrust again. And again, making Rishi roar and tighten around him. His lover, his tiger, his Rishi was hot and needy beneath him, body moving faster and faster, milking and squeezing his cock. He slid his hand around to grasp Rishi's prick, pumping it enthusiastically.

  The sight before him was beautiful, Rishi lost to his touch, roaring for him. "Soon, Rishi. Soon."

  "No. Now!" Rishi's voice grew huge, heat spraying over his fingers. Rishi's body squeezed him tight, so tight and he screamed, coming hard. "G-g-g-g-g-good. Good Lynn."

  He collapsed against Rishi's back, panting. "Yes. Good Lynn." He managed a breathless laugh and kissed Rishi's spine. "And good Rishi."

  "Mmm... yes. So good Rishi."

  "Yes. So good Rishi and so good Lynn." He slipped out of Rishi's body and lay next to him, stroking the warm skin. "Thank you, Rishi."

  Rishi turned, licking his face, purring loud. "So good Lynn."

  Then his lover grew long, heavy, eyelids drooping in the cat's face.

  He scratched idly at his lover's ruff. "Shall we nap, Rishi? And then go home?"

  He got a snuffling chirrup, a long lick and that soft pelt wrapped around him.

  He cuddled into the soft fur, feeling safe and at home, even though technically he was still lost.

  Rishi was home though. And Rishi would lead him home.

  ~Chapter Twelve~

  Rishi had had the Most Busy of days.

  He had Hunted and Stalked.

  Pounced.

  Practiced his Roaring.

  Groomed his Raj.

  Played in the cool water.

  Hunted some more.

  Napped.

  Napped again.

  Practiced Napping with Raj and their Man by Malik's Rock.

  All-in-all, he had been a So Good Rishi all day.

  It was time for Brushing now, then maybe Mating. He bounded up to their Man, chuffing and chittering, head pushing into Lynn's hand.

  "Hullo, Rishi." Their Man's fingers dug in, scratching nicely. "Have you had a good day? Have you been a good Rishi today?"

  The scratching was Very Nice. But it was Not Brushing.

  Rishi looked at Lynn. Of course he'd been a So Good Rishi. Had their Man not been paying attention?

  Silly mans.

  He took the edge of Lynn's man furs in his teeth and tugged towards the box where the brush lived.

  "You want me to come somewhere with you, Rishi? Oh!" Their Man laughed. "You'd like to be brushed."

  He growled and nodded. Yes. Brushed. Very Good. Such a smart mans. Almost as smart as a tiger.

  Lynn took out the brush and looked around. "Where should we do this?"

  Rishi tilted his head. Where? On his back and belly, of course.

  Lynn smiled. "How about on your rock -- it'll be nice now that the sun's almost down."

  Oh! Oh, yes. His Rock.

  His Rock was the Best Rock because it was Warm and In The Sun and Flat. It had bits that sparkled and he could see the Water and his Raj from it. Malik's Rock was bigger -- big enough for them to Mate, but his Rock?

  His Rock was the Best.

  Rishi bounced over, leaping up onto his Rock and stre-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-tching, Roaring as loud and happy as he could. He was So Good Rishi on his Rock and he loved his Raj and their Man and their Man was going to Brush him!

  Lynn had followed more slowly and climbed up onto his rock with him once he had finished stretching and roaring. Then the Brushing began.

  Their Man always started at the back of his head and made long strokes down to his tail.

  Those brushes made his tail twitch, made his hips press up and up all on their own.

  Lynn's hand slid along behind the brush, stroking over his sensitized fur.

  Oh. Oh, good. Oh, Good.

  He purred, claws scraping as they rolled against the stone.

  Their Man murmured and singsonged while brushing.

  Rishi told Lynn all about his day -- about the Hunting of the butteryflies and the splashing that Malik made in the water and the Bouncing Long-Ear that he'd Pounced and Eaten -- all the while, his fur tingled with the brushing.

  Lynn interrupted his telling to make him roll onto his back so their Man could brush his belly.

  Ooooh!

  This part was best.

  Rishi stretched out as far as he could, offering Lynn his whole white belly.

  Lynn made his funny man-purring noise and began to brush all of his belly. Again, Lynn's hand followed the brush, sliding over him gently.

  He purred and twisted, licking his paws, leaning to lap Lynn. So good. So so good.

  Lynn laughed, the sound soft and happy. "You like that, don't you, Rishi."

  Oh, yes. Yes. Very Much Yes.

  Rishi nuzzled and nodded, paws batting the air.

  "I like it, too. Your belly is so soft, so wonderful to touch."

  That made his belly hot, deep inside, and he suddenly needed to press their mouths together. Needed to.

  Rishi rolled and shifted, sliding up along Lynn until they were belly to belly. "Lllllynn."

  "Oh!" The brush clattered against his Rock as Lynn hands slid over his back and down to his buttocks. "Rishi."

  Lynn pushed their mouths together.

  He moaned into Lynn's mouth, their tongues licking and sliding together and making the hot in his belly bigger, more.

  Their Man tasted good and was warm and made light touches dance on his back.

  The shivering and wanting made him press closer, clumsy man paws trying to hold and pet and love their Man.

  "Oh, Rishi... so good."

  Lynn's hands slid over his skin, two fingers finding his teats and tugging.

  That made him growl, body jerking, lightning flashing through him.

  "Good, isn't it, Rishi?"

  "Ggggood. Ggggod." He nodded, panting, eyes rolling. "MMmmmmmore."

  "Yes, Rishi. More."

  Lynn pushed him onto his back and bent, beginning to lick at his skin.

  It was maddening -- the difference between Malik's mouth on his fur and Lynn's mouth on his... not fur.

  Then Lynn's mouth found his teat, licking and sucking and so hot around it.

  Oh! Oh, Big! So Big!

  Rishi arched, head sliding on the stone.

  Lynn man-purred, hands sliding along his sides, over his hips, mouth moving and moving and making him tingle and shake all over.

  Bigger and bigger and oh, he needed! Needed! Rishi rolled, hips in the air, stretching out and offering Lynn his nape.

  Lynn nuzzled into his neck, licking and kissing. "You want me to take you?"

  "Nnnneed. Need." He moaned and thrust his hips higher. He was Burning.

  "Yes, me as well."

  Lynn moved, shifting around until their Man was behind him.

  Something wet and hot and soft lapped at his buttocks and then between them.

  His roar shook him, the sound demanding and begging all at once.

  It was Lynn's tongue -- that wethotsoft thing that was licking at him, moving inside him now as their Man's hands held him open.

  Caught. He was Caught by Good and Hot and More and Now and Please and...

  Oh.

  Oh, he Needed.

  Lynn was humming and licking and panting. Over and over again Lynn's tongue went into him and back out again.

  This part was very good. Heat poured from him, the scent strong and rich in his nose, splashing on his Rock.

  Lynn made a happy noise and then he was being breached, Lynn's heat pushing into him.

  The pressure and pull and hot were So Good. Right. He rested his face on his hands, moving into each thrust.

  Lynn whimpered and moaned, hands hot on his hips.

  Each thrust rocked him and Lynn began to babble.

  He answered back with soft cries and rumbles, heat building again deep inside. So Good Lynn. So Good Ris
hi. So Good Mating.

  One of Lynn's hands slipped, moved around to grab his shaft.