Tigress

(I know that controversial events are going on currently involving Russia, however, the commissioner of this story ordered it long before the War fired off. It has nothing to do with anything, and it is just a story)

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A woman left the cab in front of the massive office building in Seouls’s Central Business District. She was dressed in high end office gear that showed off just a bit too much cleavage with her long blonde hair wrapped into a tight bun in the back. The clicking of her high heels drew some attention, but it was nothing special in the context of the thousands of businessmen and women coming and going though the business heart of South-Korea.  Samantha Dourforth headed towards the lit up exterior of the Literary Agency International, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Her hand gripped a black briefcase and under her other hand she had a selection of papers that appeared to be a script.

She stepped through the entrance into the luxurious entry hall of the high floor heading to the front desk. The Korean woman attending it looked at her and smiled. Her name tag had the name Rim Hyun-Jung written on it in golden letters.

“Welcome to the L-A-I, how can I help you today?”

“I’m here for a meeting with Mr Pershing.”

“I see. Can I have the fingerprint of your thumb please?” She pushed forward a fingerprint scanner. 

“Certainly.” 

She pushed one thumb down on the scanner, and the screen flashed with information, quickly tinting her face  green.

“I see, welcome, miss Dourforth. Mr Pershing is waiting for you, please take the executive red elevator in the back there.” She pointed to a nearby hall where there was a set of elevators as well as one with two meaty bodyguards in front of it. Samantha nodded.

In a rather odd fashion, she looked Samantha in the eyes as if there was a personal connection.

“Good luck with your endeavour.” 

“Thank you.” 

She stepped towards the elevator, the two men immediately blocking her path.

“I’m here for mr. Pershing, Samantha Dourforth reporting in.”

Without a word they stepped aside, one using a key to unlock the door. 

Rather than many different floors, the elevator only had one button on the inside marked “O.S.” which she pushed and waited for the doors to close. Quietly, the elevator zoomed downstairs several floors underneath the skyscraper.

As the doors opened, she was treated to an elaborate underground base, out of sight for everyone but those few in the know of the building’s real usage. Men and women were walking around, and the entrance itself was guarded with heavily armoured soldiers pointing her way. In the middle, there was a reception desk, manned by the exact same woman that she had encountered just moments before at the front desk.

The receptionist snapped her finger and the soldiers lowered their guns, but stayed on edge.

“Come here, please.”

“Certainly.” The business woman made her way across the room and stopped before the desk. “Rim Hyun-Jung again, I presume?”

“Miss Samantha Dourforth.” Rim nodded. “As per procedure, please unmask your face and submit to a biometric test.”

Samantha placed her suitcase down, placed the papers on the desk and took off her sunglasses. Her bright blue eyes stared down Rim with a neutral look for a moment before she began to reach behind her hair. With a moment of silence, she squirmed to reach for the well hidden zipper underneath her hair and tugged it forward, a line suddenly forming on her skin. 

Her blonde hair parted like the Red Sea, the skin of her face falling away onto two sides. Underneath was a rather handsome, square jawed male of a slightly tanned complexion and raven black hair.

“Robert Kurtz, operative ID 340-2302.” He looked at the two scanners in front of him that scanned his face and irises. A small laser intensely focussed, seemingly heating up a small bit of his face until it was uncomfortable before it ceased.

“Identity confirmed. Are you carrying intel, or were the suitcase and the papers part of your assigned disguise?”

“All disguise related. The modern day equivalent of what a clipboard and a stern look would do back in the day.” Robert winked at her before tilting his chin upward, starting to pull the zipper back in place, slowly pulling both halves of Samantha’s face into place. Crossing over his nose and hitting his hair. It looked extremely messy as Samantha leaned forward, hair falling over her face. 

A few seconds later, fully restored, Samantha fixed her messy hair and picked up her packet of papers and suitcase.

“Third room on the right. You know the drill.”

Samantha nodded and left for the room. Opening the door, she shut it tight and locked it behind her. 

In front of her was what appeared to be a dressing room with three lockers on the right, a table in the middle with a single envelope on the table.

“340-2302” it had been marked. Samantha put the suitcase on the table and sat down on the chair, opening the envelope.

“Intel reports that the North Koreans have gotten their hands on rare animals for one of Kim’s private zoo’s. It operates around Daxinganling in Northern Manchuria, and infiltrating this group can give us more information on North Korean aligned networks in Manchuria. With your expert knowledge of both Chinese and Russian, we are sending you to infiltrate this ring and possibly gain us a new way into North Korea’s higher echelons. Your cover is Yue Jinjing, a veterinarian who will assist the poachers in keeping the animals alive for transport. Included is an information package (burn after reading) on all you would need to know, and transport is arranged to Manchuria. Layer your current form over yours and keep Samantha’s information on you as a backup. Good luck.” 

Included in the envelope was a Chinese passport for Yue with Samantha’s next form sternly staring at the camera. Her hair was a sort of extended long bob cut running down to her shoulders and a bun with a stick through it in the back. She looked young and extremely attractive, perhaps even so much as to draw attention.

Samantha nodded. “Or they want me to honey trap one of the poachers, that would make my job a lot easier.” 

She opened the locker to see a view of Yue’s naked skinsuit. Next to it lay a package of paper wrapped in a plastic covering. In the locker next to it was a set of outfits and a stuffed travelling backpack.

“How nice, they packed for me. All in one, what a service.” Samantha reached for the zipper on the back and pulled it down. Without even removing her high heels, she stepped into the skinsuit, noting that her new form was somewhat on the shorter side compared to Samantha. As her high heel hit the stone floor with a clack on the floor, her shoe seemed to merge and melt. For a moment, it looked like Yue had one freakishly deformed foot that straightened out, the clothing merging with Samantha’s skin further down into Yue’s. 

Samantha looked down past the skinsuit and moved Yue’s toes a little bit. The ground felt somewhat cold, motivating her to get this over with. Now the other foot slipped into the skinsuit, going through the freakish phase before yue’s lower half came into shape. Samantha slightly slipped both hands into Yue’s arms, grabbing the empty head in front of her and pushing it over her own with her hands only halfway inside. In a sudden movement both clothed arms pushed into Yue’s naked ones. 

Within five seconds of Yue’s face and skin distorting, her breasts expanding outward by Samantha’s and shrinking back to size, and the blonde hairs disappearing under the quickly self-closing skin, the transformation had been completed. Standing in the room was the very naked Yue Jinjing, soon to be veterinarian to a host of scumbag poachers.

The first thing she put on was just a pair of socks in the locker before the naked woman felt right to grope herself and do some sexy poses while glaring in the mirror. A habit from his junior days that he did not out of any sort of need, but for traditions sake. Yue flashed a v for victory sign, stuck her butt out, and then stuck two fingers in her pussy. All together it looked quite amateurish for what was one of the Agency’s finest operatives…but there were no cameras in the room, by design.  

“Allright, that should do it. Now to get dressed.” She put on her bra and followed it up witha pair of light blue jeans, a white t shirt and a brown bomber jacket. Yue stored Samantha’s suitcase and papers away while grabbing the information packet.  She slipped into the walking boots that seemed to be made for router travels. Finally, Yue put Samantha’s sunglasses back on, the only representation of her former identity. 

After closing the lockers and checking herself in the mirror, she stepped back out into the room. As she passed Rim the receptionist cleared her throat loudly.

“You forgot your glasses.”

Yue looked back and lowered her sunglasses.

“Of course, they’re going to find out that the blonde white woman that just entered a regular publishing company is now a Chinese veterinarian because they wear the same glasses. Cheers, Rin. Enjoy your desk duty.” Without looking back, Yue stepped into the elevator and hit the button back to the main floor.

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In the snowy hills of Manchuria, a truck stopped on the side of a rural road. Two people got out and walked to the back. One was a somewhat portly Chinese man, in his mid 40’s with a bit of scruff on his face wearing a thicker jacket. His companion couldn’t be more different.

A woman as pale as the snow, with red freckles and long red hair. Cassidy O’Rourke was perhaps one of the finest examples of a beautiful Irish woman. She was wearing winter gear like her companion as they unlocked the back.

“So, Cassidy.” Zhang Tao began. “Are you ready for your test run of the equipment?”

“Absolutely. As I promised, just one night as a practical solo test run and then you’ll come pick me up again.”

“Remember, if you get lost, call me with your phone hidden under the skin and I will come find you and maybe more from the University.”

Cassidy chuckled. “When I signed up to join the student exchange for Peking university, never in my wildest dreams did I think it would bring me here. Or in this form.”

As the doors opened inside lay what appeared to be a giant blue suitcase on the right on a table. 

“Alright I’ll get dressed.”  As she turned to close the door Zhang stopped her. “Shouldn’t I watch to make sure it all works out fine?” 

“Ew. No.” With a huff she slammed the door shut and got to fiddling with the suitcase’s lock and got it open. With a big smile she saw the peak of a year’s work. The best and most revolutionary way to find out more about one of earth’s most endangered species, the Manchurian snow tiger.

In the cae lay an empty fur, a perfectly anatomical correct recreation of a strangely empty female snow tiger. A skinsuit of the rare creature lay ready for her to use.

Cass picked it up, touching its fuzzy white fur and sharp claws for a moment. Luckily, getting into the skin was easy…and it looked a little bit ridiculous.

In a childish-looking fashion she sat down on all fours and draped the skinsuit over herself. It looked to be ill-fitting at first, as she pressed the cold inside of the skinsuit over her own. Without undressing herself, the ill-fitting furry skin hung loosely. Yet, as she pulled the head of the tigress over herself suddenly it started shifting. The giant empty hole on the underside started to pull itself tight as from all sides Cass’ form was enveloped by the skin. As if it was a snake devouring its prey, the skin extended and stretched, reaching to the back of her leg. Now, it was starting to look really odd, like a freakish human-tigress hybrid, sitting on all fours while its skins shifted and pulled into place. But then as the skin truly enveloped her form her body began shifting. The thick human legs slimmed down to form much thinner yet athletic looking hind legs with her feet shrinking down into paws. 

Up front, the loose fitting cap-like head had wrapped around her chin, and now compressed it down while at the same time her omnivorous human teeth sharpened down into that of a large canine.

By the time about 15 seconds later after placing the skinsuit over herself, Cass was gone, and an adult, white tigress stood there. She roared for a moment, before with a seemingly unexpected intelligence the tigress walked forward and used one of her razor sharp claws to unlock the van doors.

Zhang looked at the tigress for a moment. “Do you have your phone under your skin?”

The tigress nodded, she tried to speak, but only a weird moaning and hissing came out.

“You remember how to get out of the suit?”

She glanced at him, and then used one of her claws to press down on an odd black bump underneath her chin. The agile, animalistic face started to expand as it split in half, and Cass’ face appeared underneath, on top of the still completely anatomically correct tigress body. While the two halves fell away

“We’ve done test runs in the university, Zhang, it will be fine. I have a GPS with double batteries on me, and I will not go too far from here. See you soon.” With one claw she pulled the mask together and it melded once again. 

Without any further word, she sped off the side of the road and disappeared into the snow-covered woods, out of sight. Zhang shrugged, started the van, and started heading back into town

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Finally, Cass was free from the “too-friendly” Chinese assistant whom she had to rebuff on several occasions already. But now she was a mighty white tigress, moving through the wooded snowy landscape at high speeds. SHe didn’t even feel the cold, the skinsuit isolating herself completely from the freezing temperatures of Manchuria in winter. The degree of power she now possessed was immense, rushing forward through the trees until they parted into a more open field.

She must have been rushing for fifteen minutes now, feeling free and unburdened. A few deer instantly scattered before her as the mighty beast continued to rush forward across the grass. Up ahead, there was a rock formation rising up a few metres above the rest of the field. With feline nimbleness she rushed up the snow covered rocks until she stopped at the peak.

The tigress roared loudly, the sound reverbing around the field. With a subtle smile on her face she surveyed her surroundings. 

Shoof-shoof-shoof…tak tak tak.

Three brightly coloured darts impacted her side. With a confused yelp she collapsed, closing her eyes as the sedatives running through her veins took hold. As her mind faded, she could swear she heard someone speak in her mother’s native language.

Russian.

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More Russian…spoken loudly by a few male figures.

Cassidy’s body felt like a rock but still she opened her eyes to see the bars of a cage. The voices, once distant now became clear in her mind.

“What luck! A albino snow tiger on the first day!”

“Yeah, unbeatable.” Another man spoke, in an accent that sounded like a car crash between Chinese and Russian. 

Opening her eyes, the tigress looked around. She was in a cage, on the edge of a camp. Two men were standing near her, dressed in camouflage while one of them casually had a rifle slung around his back. One was Russian, the other Chinese. The two men flinched for a moment as the tigress awoke. 

“Ah, the darts have finally stopped working. LADY, IT’S YOUR TIME!” He turned and shouted.

Immediately, Cass began to try and escape, clawing at the front of the cage to no apparent avail. Yet, as the man reached for his rifle out of instinct she stopped, looking at him. She realised that if she wanted to get out of here she needed to play it smart, and the skinsuit surely wouldn’t stand up to gunfire. At night…she would break out. But for now, she backed off slightly, and the armed man relaxed.

“It’s too cold to be out here, let’s get back to the fire.”

Cass gazed on in silence as the two men left. With a moment she got out her claws in one hand and began to try and pick the lock on the front of the cage. She had no experience at all, and even less experience while trying to do it as an apex predator so she scratched against the lock in an ineffectual way without making much progress whatsoever.

“Hmm, what are you doing, girl?” Another voice spoke up, in very clear Russian, yet it sounded the slightest bit off. But Cass couldn’t place what bothered her about the voice . “Have the bad boys got you all worked up?”  The tigress turned to see a Chinese woman stand in front of her dressed in winter gear. Her hair parted to one side, with sunglasses on her face even when they weren’t needed at all. Yue Jinjing observed the tiger glancing back at her, expecting more of a fight from a caged wild animal. 

But the two women stared at one another. 

“You must be hungry. Poor beast. To your relief, at least you’ll be better fed than the average North Korean when you get to Kim’s personal zoo.” 

The tigress did a double take, flinching at the words North Korean. Yue noticed it, and did a double take at the sheer absurdity of a wild creature that apparently understood Russian.”  She could see this wild predator react in shock which threw her off.

“North Korean.” There was no reaction from the tigress that stared back at her. Yue glanced, keeping her distance from the cage. She lifted off her sunglasses and put them in her pocket, staring at the creature.

“Do you understand me?”

She glanced at the tigress who looked to the right and left and then tapped one paw down.

Yue couldn’t believe this, but one of the things that was part of essential training was a great sense of pragmatism and flexibility when operating deep within enemy lines. “One tap for yes, two for no. Do you understand what I’m saying?” A tigress that understood Russian? Absolute madness, just couldn’t’ be real.

One tap.

“Are you intelligent?”

One tap.

Yue approached, getting close to the cage. This had to be some sort of strange fluke.

“Are you coloured green?”

Two taps.

“What the fuck.” The words, spoken in English, fell out of her mouth before she recovered herself.

The tigress glanced around, seeing that there were no people around. Yue recognized the behaviour, doing the same but no one paid them any attention, the men were gathered around the fire as the evening was fast approaching in the harsh wilds of Northern Manchuria.

The tigress hit the black bump on her neck, and her face split open, revealing Cass’s. It was only for a second before she immediately pushed the neck back on with both paws.

“You’re…you’re not a tigress…you’re a person.” In a confused state, Yue stared at the tigress. 

“Hey animal nurse, have you fed the white one yet?” A voice shouted from the rest of the group around the campfire. 

“Or is it so quiet because you fed yourself to her!” Another butted in, and a round of laughter went up.

“Assholes.” Yue turned back to her. “Shit.” The English rolled out of her mouth. Beneath it all, Robert considered his options. First of all, that white tigress apparently was this really hot redhead chick that he would love to make use of. Secondly, she was due to be shipped off to the hellhole of the Earth tomorrow if he did nothing, and thirdly, if he did do something his assignment would be ruined.

Yue looked back, sitting down in the snow for a moment, considering what to do. Certainly, this operation had been set up for ages, and only he had been handed the chance to take this ring down by mapping their routes of approach and operations. He had one shot…one opportunity…and one hot chick to save. 

Yue looked back and smiled at the tigress.

“This is going to cost me…but I’m doing that for you. Stay right here…well, it’s not like you’ve got much of a choice.” Cass glared silently as Yue left to meet up with the rest of the men.

Confidently striding into the circle she sat down.

“So how is the tiger?” Oleg, the thick headed leader of the group asked her.

“She’s fine. In pristine condition.”

A round of cheers went up with a few shouts of “we are going to be rich!”  Warm coffee was poured in cups and oftentimes mixed with alcohol. It was good but not good enough. The next time that the coffee ran out  it was Yue who volunteered to make the new batch. Out of sight from her “compatriots” she emptied one of her syringes of animal sedatives into the coffee.

30 minutes later, all of them were loudly snoring. And with a big smile on her face Yue walked back to the tigress sitting in her cage.

“They’re out. Agent Robert Kurtz, pleasure to meet you. I’m not actually this Chinese woman, as much as you are in fact a real white tigress. We have at least one hour, lets talk.”

Cass hit the button on her neck again and the skinsuit split its face wide open.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” She looked from side to side. It was in heavily Irish accented Russian, which sounded rather unique to him.

“You’re Irish.” Yue responded, surprised and at the same time it was obvious considering Cass’s sheer redheadedness. 

“Yeah, I’m a researcher at the university of Peking, on a test run of this suit.”

Yue glared at her. “Well, I need you to help me gather info. We have a few minutes, and then we are getting the hell out of here.”

“Info? How?”

“Just put that face back on, and help me search for documents and whatever. After ten minutes, we’re grabbing one of their cars and leaving. We want to be far away when they come to.” 

“Shouldn’t I come out of this suit first?”

“Stop wasting time, help me, and we can handle that when we are out of trouble.” Yue unlocked the cage and leaned in to restore the tigress. She glanced at her for a moment, growling before running into the camp, with the fake veterinarian behind her. With her targets knocked out she gathered all their phones and the satellite equipment as well and loaded it into the car. Meanwhile, the tigress hopped up on adrenaline, clawed through one of the tents and started poking through it. She came across a stache of papers and stuck one nail through it, lifting it up and bringing it to Yue.

“Excellent, redhead. Good work, just…get in the red car.” Yue checked her watch. 3 minutes till her self-assigned deadline and more exploration to do. On the far end of the camp stood a transport truck next to several cars. The tigress nimbly rushed over to the red car and put one claw on the handle. With a scratching noise and claw marks she opened it, sat down on the chair and closed the door. 

Then she awkwardly waited for Yue to run up with a thickly filled backpack that she dumped on the back seat before starting the car and driving away onto a Manchurian back road.

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After 3 hours of driving through the night, Yue parked the car outside of a rural looking farm. The tigress had been too caught up in her own thoughts, spent the time thinking and had dozed off again. 

“Hey, we’re here. I can finally get you out of your cat guise, if that’s what you want that is. Just follow me inside.” She grabbed her backpack and walked out, watching the tigress follow her into the small farm. It looked half abandoned, but as he opened the door it looked like a very modest safehouse with basic long term supplies. Yue sat down at a table and started to pull the batteries from all phones she’d taken from her former colleagues to prevent her from being tracked. 

Then, she reached into her chest, pulling open the skin to watch a satellite phone emerge. After sending a message to Robert’s exfiltration contact, she took a sigh.

“Well, that’s that.” 

She stared down at the tiger that stared back.

“Are you…planning on staying like that?”

Cass opened up her neck only, watching as the two halves of the tigress’s head fell away.

“Not really…I just…I’m surprised. I just…I don’t know.” Cass shook her head. “You said…your name was Robert, right?”

Yue smiled, and tugged at her cheek, which gave way with ease.

“Sent to find out all about the animal smuggling scumbags who supply the Kim’s with exotic beasts. But you happened to show up at the wrong time…the worst time. Missions FUBAR, but I’m not going to let an innocent civilian be sold into North Korean slavery, especially not someone as good looking as you.” Yue winked at Cass who awkwardly scratched her face, averting her gaze.

“So, we need to spend the night here, and then we’ll get picked up and transported back to Seoul. What’s your name, by the way.”

Cassandra nodded, continuing to avert her gaze. “Cassidy O’Rourke. Look, Robert…man this is weird calling a woman Robert.”

“You can call me Yue Jinjing too, that’s my current cover’s name. Not like it matters. I’ll get you out, and we’ll part ways, and I’ll move on to whatever my next assignment is.”

“Look, Yue…I…there’s no real other way of saying this.” Cass looked her right in the eye. “There’s something wrong with the suit. I am…so incredibly horny right now. Like, I need you to have sex with me right now, please.” 

Yue tilted her head to the side and smiled.

‘Are you serious?” 

“Yes! I just, don’t…please. Please! Fuck me, fuck the tigress!”

Yue got up, flicking the sunglasses onto her forehead. She began to strip down out of her winter gear, dropping it aside until she stood there in her underwear. Yue had worn a combination set of white panties and a bra. Cass looked up at her, and slipped both halves of her face on with both paws until the tigress had returned into its full shape.

Yue’s panties suddenly bulged forward, straining slightly as a cock emerged from within her.

“Time to play with the cat.” She pulled down her panties, showing off Robert’s shaft that emerged from her pussy. His balls bulged on the inside, pushing Yue’s lips forward slightly.

There was a surprising housecat like purr coming from the tigress’s mouth as she approached her and then presented her rear.

“Now this is what I’d call, some proper animal husbandry.” Yue couldn’t resist the terrible pun as she slid into the pussy’s pussy.  It was a bit of adjusting as she got on her knees before finding a comfortable position as she penetrated the completely realistic animal genitalia.

Cass was embarrassed by all of this…but all of that was blown out of the water by sheer arousal and eroticism. Her powerful form, taken by this man in disguise…banging her as a woman. It was just amazing, and unmatched. 

Yue’s sunglasses fell back onto her face due to all the movement as she continued to pound away at the mighty creature until suddenly she came, just minutes in. The tigress roared as Robert shot his load inside her.

About that time, another woman walked into the room, glaring at the two of them. Eyes hidden behind sunglasses like Yue, with a thicker posture and a sort of cheap brown coat.

“Well, Robert, looks like you found a new mind of pussy after all. Now are you done messing around, the exfil is ready.”

“Richardson.”

The woman nodded. “Call me Sanai Xian, please. Now lets get her out of that costume and into something far less inconspicuous.” 

She opened her bag and showed off the skinsuit that lay within.