The Jaguar's Kiss (furry non-futa)

Story by Hardcover

I've had this story in mind for a while now, and I finally finished it. This is the idea I based my Tasha And Friends artwork on. Tasha's is a plain, unattractive zoo employee who finds herself kissed by one of the jaguar's. This has the odd effect of turning her into a stripper bodied anthro jaguar, and as soon as she spies some guys it's time to get her primal on. This story turned out better then I thought it would, keeping a brisk pace and being just fun as shy little lonely Tasha rapidly turns into a wild naked beast woman. Please comment if you like this story.

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THE JAGUARS

KISS

By Hardcover

“I could not persuade myself that the men and women I met were not also another Beast People, animals half wrought into the outward image of human souls, and that they would presently begin to revert,—to show first this bestial mark and then that.”

--H.G. Wells

The Island Of Doctor Moreau

It all began with the jaguar’s kiss.

I had only begun working at the world famous Morrow’s Zoo And Wildlife Preserve a few weeks ago, having been hired there after my previous job at the city zoo had been lost when that zoo closed down due to tax cuts. I was surprised when I was hired right away, but delighted as well, as many of the animals that I had known and worked with had been transferred to this privately owned zoo when the city one had shut down. The Morrow Zoo is one of the largest and most well respected zoos in the country, famous for its selection and expert care of its animals. There were no undersized habitats here for the animals like there were in other zoos; this was what zoos should be like, in my opinion.

Behind the sprawling zoo itself was the Morrow Wildlife Preserve, a huge wide area consisting of deep forested areas and a large valley through which a river ran that was cut off from all but the most trusted of employees. While the zoo was for the general public, the preserve was for the animals entirely. Needless to say, I’d never been in there as a new hire.

My name is Natasha Simone, and I’m twenty five years old. Most people call me Tasha. I would like to tell you that with my exotic sounding name, I was some kind of mysterious sensual beauty with a lovely face and a killer body, but that . . . wasn’t the truth. In fact, I was rather plain and unappealing. I was small, barely at the five foot mark, and possessed of a bland and uninteresting set of facial features. My eyes were hidden behind large round glasses that were so strong they made my eyes seem twice as large, giving me a ridiculous bug eyed appearance. I had blond hair but it was stringy and unmanageable, and I usually kept it tied up and under my hat when I worked.

My body was no better: I was tiny with flabby arms and legs. I had barely any breasts to speak of, and could easily have shopped for bras in the preteen section. My hips were also non-existent, bearing only a cursory curve to them. On the other hand, my stomach was a little pudgy and if you’d ever seen me naked, which you really didn’t want to do, you’d have thought I was a few months pregnant.

I tried to tell myself that I didn’t care, that I didn’t want to be like all those pretty girls on TV, but that wasn’t the truth. The truth was, I wanted to be beautiful, to be sensual and seductive, but it was not to be. In truth, due in no small part to my appearance, I was dreadfully shy. I had a hard time relating to other people and as such felt more comfortable around the animals that I worked with. At least they didn’t seem to want to make fun of me all the time.

Naturally, I had never had a boyfriend and was still a virgin. I tried to tell myself that I was saving myself for the right guy, but the cliché didn’t really fool anyone, least of all me.

It was early morning, a few hours before the zoo opened for business. I was making my rounds, checking the pumps that sent fresh water into the animal’s cages for them to drink. The zoo was a huge sprawling complex, and I was just now finally fully familiar with where everything was. I was in the part of the zoo that was one of my favorites, the big cat section.

I was dressed in my usual zoo uniform: A tan button up shirt and matching pants, good solid work boots and a brown baseball cap with the zoo logo on it.

Off to the side I could see the high fence and large thick trees that blocked off the preserve. I had never seen inside the area, not once since I had been there. I turned my attention to the Jaguar habitat, opening the iron door that led in through the back and walking into the area. It might seen silly to walk

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