The Jaguar's Kiss (furry non-futa)

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 JAGUAR’S

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 strin