Destiny Intertwined, Reflections
#6 of Destiny Intertwined
Alright, back to the plot...Sorta. I decided to extend the interlude for another short section. I hope you enjoy it. The plot will pick up in the next chapter, I promise. Again, comments are always appreciated.
Continued from "...A bright fire burns"...
Soft voices flowed over her. Jessica stirred in her blankets and her mother clutched her protectively to her chest. The conversation went on and then, she awoke, her eyes looking up at her mother's fevered face. She had striking blue eyes, and very beautiful red and black fur. She reached out with a tiny paw and touched her mother's warm fur, seeking attention.
"Please, you must take her!!" her mother pleaded. Her voice seemed labored with pain or illness. "Use your magic and hide her. Raise her as your own, I beg you."
"I did not even have the strength to save my own daughter's life." The other voice answered, it was strong, but filled with terrible weariness and a sorrow. "What makes you think that I have the strength to save yours?"
"Because you have magic." Her mother replied. "Please, as one mother to another. I beg that you help me!!"
"I do not have the strength to save you and your daughter." The woman replied, wavering. "If I take her, you will certainly die."
"It won't matter." Her mother replied, her voice cracking with exhaustion. She pulled the blanket back from Jessica's head a little, "If you don't take her, she will die. Can't you see her fur? Can you not see that it is white?"
"I can." The woman answered. "What does that mean?"
"It means that she will be hunted down and slain if she is not hidden. Please, she is all that I have." Jessica looked up at her mother as she said this, grabbing hold of her mother's fur once more. "She must live."
"Alright, I will take her." The other woman said. Then, her mother hugged Jessica and a single tear fell on her blanket. Then, she was handed to the other figure in this room. This woman was as warm as her mother, but she had no fur to grab. She held Jessica close to her chest and began to speak. The words were strange to Jessica's ears and did not understand what they entailed. She felt her body shift and change and she began to feel drowsy again. Another few words washed over her and she slept...
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Jessica awoke suddenly in the darkness. She didn't know where she was or even who she was. Strange fabric lay beneath her and she shuddered suddenly. The darkness and the silence of the cave pressed in on her and she saw images in the gloom. Memories of her parents, her human parents, swirled and blended with strange impressions and even older fragments of memory. A sudden feeling welled up within her. It was the maddening feeling she had struggled with for months. It filled her to the breaking point and she frantically sought something familiar to cling to. The world was spinning, the stone beneath her lurching as if trying to toss her off its surface.
Casting about in the darkness with her hands, she suddenly found warm fur beneath her fingers. Clinging to this fur covered lifeline, she battled with the tide of images and tried to force the world to become still once more. Then, in the dark, she found a warm, fur covered mass, and within it, a familiar heart beat. The beat and the warmth was not of the realm of images she fought with, so it comforted her and held her to the earth. She cuddled up to it, pressing as close as she could to the beating heart. Gradually, the spinning stopped and the images resolved into two clear pictures.
The first were her human parents, laughing with their daughter as they played in a field near the village. It was familiar and she knew it had come from her mind, but something was wrong in it, as if she were watching some other family play in the meadow. But still, the image was familiar so she knew it came from within her. This attack was not from outside; no malevolent intruder stalked her from the shadows, seeking a kill while she was weakened. She smiled at the memory, for it was one of her favorites. But then, her gaze was drawn inexorably towards the other image.
This was older than the other, so old it was only half remembered. A few strong details stood out against the blur that was the rest of the memory. A female tigriss with red and black fur held her to her chest. She remembered the scent of the woman, and a pair of very familiar eyes staring into her own. Then, her mother's face loomed above her and she heard the strange words once more. But the words were familiar to her now. She knew them, though she had never heard them spoken in that configuration. The words were of the language of magic. And all the time, the familiar blue eyes bored into her own. She knew why those eyes stared at her. The eyes were the same eyes she herself saw in her own reflection.
Then, gradually, she heard her mother's voice echoing in her ears. It spoke words of magic that she had heard only once before. They were almost a chant, but the words hadn't made sense when she heard them. Now they did.
'When passions blaze within and true love is found, the charm will be undone. Till then the magic keep, the secret that I hide, from broken heart to healed, a secret nature hide. Two become one, living replacing dead, until the secret in love lies revealed.' The words ended and a half familiar sensation stretched over her. Like the words, she had experienced them only once before. A very long time ago. A time before she could remember. The images faded away and Jessica drifted off into sleep once more, the spell of the words clouding her mind to all else but the strange sensation and the beating heart of the one she loved...
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When next she awoke, her mind was clear. She kept her eyes closed and snuggled up to her lover, breathing in his warm scent, the terror of the night before forgotten. The memories of their love welled up within her and she smiled. It had been wonderful and she couldn't now remember why she had held back before. She traced her fingers through Cerule's fur as she considered this and her grin widened when his skin quivered. She felt warm, safe, and totally fulfilled. She started to drift off into sleep once more, but a spot on her back had started to itch. She reached back and scratched it through her fur before returning to her former position. Her eyes snapped open a moment later.
'Fur?' She thought, 'I don't have fur.' She reached back again to the spot and found a thick coat of luxuriously smooth fur covering her flesh. She grabbed a clump of the fur between her thumb and finger and gave it a tug. Sudden pain from the spot confirmed the impossible. Somehow, during the night, she had grown fur. She rolled back from Cerule slightly and brought a trembling hand into her vision. It too was covered in soft fur. She quickly ran a hand over her body and found that that wasn't the only change. Her whole body seemed to have changed while she slept. A tail grew from her lower back; her long hair now partially concealed rounded ears on top of her head. A muzzle had appeared on her face and very sharp claws slid at her command from her hands.
The sudden sound of water dripping into a pool drew her attention and she got to her knees, crawling over to the water. She peered into the pool, but she only saw a dark outline looking back at her. Shivering slightly, half not wanting to see it, she reached for a magic spell within her. She spoke the words and found that the magic surging through her was far more powerful than it had been before. It was so strong that she had to struggle to control it at first. Moments later the chamber was lit suddenly with the flame of Cerule's rekindled torch.
The face in the reflection was not her own. A tigriss with a finely lined face stared out of the pool into her eyes. Striking blue eyes lined with white looked into her own. Silver striping reflected rivers of bright orange across the white. Jessica raised an arm and touched the side of her head where one of her ears should have been. The tigriss in the reflection did the same. Next, she traced a hand up her head and found a velvety ear on top of her head. Turning from the reflection, she walked into the light of the torch and examined her naked body. It couldn't be denied. She was in the body of a tigriss. Confused, she sat down next to the torch's flame and tried to reason how this was possible. There was one obvious answer, but she tried to ignore it until she had examined every other option. Finally, she could come up with no other explanation that made sense.
The tigriss she had seen in her visions the night before had been her real mother. She had been sick and injured and she had been dying. The woman she had grown up calling her mother had found her and tried to heal her. Her mother had given her to the healer who had used her magic to hide what she was from the world, probably making her form into that of her own late daughter. Thus, she had grown up thinking she was human. She sat still for a while, thinking and staring into the flames. Then, she heard Cerule's voice from behind her.
"Jessica?" He said and she turned around to look at him. He was sitting up in the makeshift bed, looking at her with a surprised look. "Is that you?"
"I guess." She said, her voice quavering with fear and confusion.
"What happened?" Cerule asked, standing up and walking over to her. When he was close enough, he crouched down and reached out to her, his furred hand trailing along her cheek. "How is this possible?"
"I don't know how it is possible, but I think I know when this happened." She said and quickly explained what she had deduced from her memories. "Are you angry?"
"On the contrary." Cerule stated, moving so she was facing him again. "I had worried before that whoever or whatever Lan'as'atal is would not accept a mate pair of human and tigriss. If it had been a place, it would have been denied to us. But now there is no worry. Besides, I love you the same no matter what you look like."
"Oh Cerule." She said, embracing him. He returned her embrace and they kissed deeply, two striped bodies pressing together before the light of the torch. Then, when they at last separated, they rose to their feet and examined each other. It was then that Jessica noticed that the fur that covered her privates had matted together and was becoming uncomfortable. Cerule seemed to have a similar problem around his feline equipment and the pair returned to the pool to wash up. The pool was about hip deep and icy cold, though they didn't care. They slid into the water slowly and Jessica shuddered as the cold surged into her, despite the fur that covered her. She spread her legs to clean between them, but she was surprised to feel a warm hand snake between her legs from behind and begin to gently rub. She smiled and turned her head, looking back at Cerule as he came up and embraced her from behind. She smiled and allowed his hands between her legs, enjoying every moment of sensation as he cleaned her. Just as she was becoming aroused once more, Cerule's hands pulled away and she frowned a bit.
Jessica turned around began to return the favor, gently cleaning the crusted cum and juices from his fur. As she rubbed with one hand, she trailed the other along his member in such a way so as to make it seem accidental. She continued to clean as if it had been an accident, but she continued to do it again and again with increasing regularity while she cleaned and she saw Cerule smile. It was obvious he knew what she was doing, but he did nothing to stop it. By the time she had finished cleaning, Cerule was hard again and obviously feeling more than frisky. She pulled her hands away and looked at her lover once more, a feral gleam in her eyes.
"Well, well," She said, glancing down at his privates as if she hadn't noticed their activities before. "It seems that someone wants to play." Cerule nodded, his skin pinking beneath his fur as he blushed. "Well, if he wants to play, he has to catch me first!!"
With that, she dove from the pool, her new body responding to her instantly. She ran up to her clothes and grabbed them on her way out of the echo chamber. As she entered the passageway, she heard Cerule's feet on the floor of the chamber she had just left and she ran along the passage quickly. She was amazed at her newly acquired speed and agility. She was moving faster than she had ever done before and dodging obstacles that loomed in her path without breathing hard. When she saw the glow of the fire, she slowed slightly and entered the camp at a jog. Then, she skidded to a halt, listening.
She couldn't hear Cerule's tread on the stone and she tossed her clothes into a pile, holding perfectly still, waiting for some sign that he was coming. A minute passed and still no sign came. Then, without warning, she felt arms suddenly encircle her from behind. She jumped and whirled around to find Cerule standing there with a grin on his face.
"Gotcha!!" He cried and kissed her. She returned the kiss and waited for him to release her. When he did, she backed up a bit so she was just out of reach and spoke.
"How did you do that?" She asked, curiosity overwhelming her desire for the
moment.
"I used magic." He stated and she made a face.
"Cheater." She stated and Cerule laughed.
"I don't think so," he said, taking a slow step forward. "All you said I had to do was catch you. You didn't say how."
"Fine, you win." Jessica stated and took a step forward so they were close together. "I'm yours."
"Alright then." He said and wrapped his arms around her. "Mind if we try something new?"
"Uh uh." She said, kissing him fiercely. She could feel his heart beating quickly from anticipation and her own sped up from that simple knowledge. While they kissed, Cerule lifted her in his strong arms so her privates were suspended above his erect member. Jessica smiled when she saw what he had in mind. The moment his penis touched her vagina, she let out a moan and instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist, putting pressure on his member, eliciting even stronger feelings within her. She felt Cerule's hips buck and she thrust downward at the same time. The combined motion joined them and Jessica gasped from the difference in sensation from the other times. While they were still joined, Cerule walked over slowly to the nearby cave wall. The sensation of his legs moving drove Jessica wild with new pleasure as his cock rubbed around her insides while he moved.
When they reached the wall, Cerule moved her so her back was pressing against the wall. Then, he began to thrust into her, using his arms to hold her up while she clung to him. His rhythm was a little irregular at first as he got used to this new position, but then, he began to quicken his pace once more. Jessica was soon gasping and moaning once more as she was loved once more. In this position, his dick rubbed against new sensitive areas that hadn't been stimulated before, making her shiver with delight. Then, as she began to thrust down on him with every thrust, a new sensation joined the others. The stone of the wall, alternating between smooth and rough, stimulated her newly furred back, amplifying the now familiar sensations. The new experience was so powerful that she lost track of time and lived in the moment. It was beyond description and so wonderful that she didn't know or care how long it lasted. It might have lasted less than a minute or more than a lifetime. Either way, it was incredible. The pressure was building once more and she eagerly awaited the explosion that she knew was coming.
She began to quiver with every thrust, the sensation of fur on fur becoming more and more delightful as her climax neared. Then, without warning or sign, it came. She clamped down with her muscles on her lover's shaft as it continued to rise into her. But this time, she clamped down with her teeth on Cerule's shoulder, stifling the cries she couldn't stop; the resulting silence amplifying the moment. Cerule grunted a second later and she felt his penis throb once more inside her and she released her jaws, new cries fleeing from her throat. Cerule's own cries mixed with hers and the pair clutched at each other, pressing together hard as they rode the waves of pleasure flowing from their loins. Something different happened this time though. The combination of sensations appeared to have been too much for Jessica's mind to handle. She saw dark spots in her vision and she slumped in Cerule's arms as she struggled to remain conscious. She remained there in his arms for a long time, the aftermath of the sensations robbing her strength.
Gradually, she regained her senses and unwrapped her legs from Cerule's waist. She felt his member pull out of her as she pulled herself off it. When she at last was able to stand on her own once more, she stepped away from Cerule and crouched on the edge of the pool they had entered the caverns from. Leaning over the edge, she looked on her face in the water once again. She was surprised to find that she didn't see a Tigriss in the water anymore. The shape was still there, down to the last detail, but in her mind, all she saw was herself. She thought back for a moment to something that her father had taught her.
"If the face in the mirror no longer shows who you are, perhaps you have forgotten your identity." He had said. She smiled when she looked at the reflection. The face in the mirror was her own once more...
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