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The sizzle of warm bacon wafted in the air of the kitchen as Mira made breakfast, luring a short maknae to the smell like a fish to bait. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with a yawn, stretching before letting her limbs fall to limply at her sides. “Morning,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “You're up early. What's the occasion?”
Meanwhile, Mira didn't look up from the pan as she addressed her girlfriend. “Just making breakfast.” She rasped, flipping a piece of bacon with practiced ease. “Rumi's going to need her strength for tonight.”
Right, tonight was supposed to be a full moon. Where Rumi's demonic puberty was set to begin. They've been preparing this for weeks, and yet even preparation didn't ease their worries. Zoey’s feet padded against the floor as she walked closer to Mira, her arms wrapped around her waist in casual intimacy. “You think she'll be okay…?”
Mira finally turned her head, staring at Zoey with a softened expression. “You know what she said, Zoey. It's pretty hard to change her mind about literally anything.”
Zoey sighed in response, “I know, but…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Rumi shuffled into the kitchen. She had this bright smile, obviously forced, but the usual greeting was already forming on her lips. “Good morning, everyone! Hope you're—”
Her voice caught mid-sentence in a low growl. She instinctively reached her hand to her forehead, where two small, tender horns were persistently pressing against her skin. She failed to hide a wince as her tongue darted out, catching the sharp edge of a newly prominent fang peeking from her upper lip.
Nostrils flared, instantly locking onto the scent of freshly cooked bacon. The familiar, comforting smell momentarily cut through the fatigue and annoying ache in her skull. She took a deep, almost greedy inhale, primal need overriding her practiced composure.
“Uh, morning.” She amended, tone lowering compared to how she walked in but a minute ago. She avoided eye contact, intently staring at the plate Mira was setting down for her. “Food smells… Good.”
Zoey gave a wary smile to her leader, hovering near. “Morning, Rumi. Looking pointy today.” She attempted lightheartedly, which only earned her a stare from Rumi in return. Mira set the spatula down, her arms crossed as she assessed Rumi's state, observing the way her pupils dilated at her meal. “Eat up, tiger. We got a long day ahead of us. I took the liberty in clearing our schedule for the day so we can focus entirely on you. Oh, and Celine gave us this.” Taking a small bottle from her pocket, before placing it onto the table next to Rumi's food. “Said it might take the edge off.”
Rumi sat down and stared at the tonic before popping the top and giving it a whiff. It made her face scrunch up in disgust. “It smells horrible…”
“It tastes worse than it smells.” Mira stated bluntly.
Oh, well. Down the hatch. She pinches her nose and forces it down with a thick swallow, fighting back a gag that came after. “Ugh…”
Zoey quickly came prancing with a drink in hand. “Made your fav smoothie to wash that down.” Rumi snatched it without thought and chugged it, and she sighed with relief. “Thanks, feel better already.” Her gaze then drifts to the empty vial, and the homemade breakfast on the table, thumb tracing the rim of her glass. How lucky was she to have such caring lovers at her side?
“I'm… sorry,” she says, the words barely audible. “I know this puts everything on hold. I hate being the one who needs saving all the time.”
Zoey takes her hand in hers, the adoration in her eyes was palpable, like she was grateful to help. “We're a team, Rumi. This is what teams do. We're here for you, no matter what.”
Mira's voice cuts in, fingers tapped on the wood of the table as she sat down, a nervous habit she tried to hide. “We're not sure what the moon is going to do to you, but rest assured we'll be here every step of the way.”
Rumi took in her girls, the ones who accepted her and cherished her like no other despite what her fears told her. How was this any different? “I love you guys.” She smiles, genuine this time.
“We love you too, Rumi.” As always, Zoey was first to initiate hugs. Or any affection, really. And the two followed suit. Once they pulled away, the youngest had a small gleam in her eyes.
“Okay, KDrama anyone?”
The collective groan between Rumi and Mira was unanimous.
——
Later that evening, about an hour or two before the moon would start to rise, the trio found themselves in the place they decided to put Rumi in. The practice room. It was perfect, it was soundproofed, no windows large enough to escape from, and large enough for some room.
What the problem was though was Rumi starting to change. Her patterns grew brighter in the dark room, long horns protruding from her forehead, and her eye gleaming a shiny gold. Her behavior was less human, more beast. She had to bite back a growl at Mira as she tightened a restraint across her chest, guilt rocking through her as she felt her flinch. “Almost done, Rumi…” She whispered, trying to keep herself calm.
Zoey stayed at a distance, but no less concerned. “You sure about this, Rumi…? I understand you want to keep us safe, but restraining you like an animal is—”
“Yes.” Rumi's voice rumbled, and the Honmoon seemed to respond to her voice with a thrum. “I… I have to do this. I don't want to hurt you guys if things get bad, so please… Under no circumstance should you undo these restraints until after tonight. Got it?”
Zoey hesitantly nods.
The last click of chains goes on as Mira steps back to admire her handy work. “Okay, that should hold. One last part, ready?”
Rumi's gaze held firm. “Do it.”
From the duffle bag Mira carried came a steel muzzle, the leather straps now being adjusted over Rumi's mouth. She fastens, quick and efficient. “There. Now all we gotta do is wait. You need anything?”
Rumi's tongue, suddenly longer than usual, swipes over sharpened teeth before she shakes her head. “No, I'll be fine. You guys get some sleep, you earned it.” Her smile was tired, but as their leader she had to put on a brave face.
“If you say so. Just… Hollar if you need us. ” And Mira stood, looking towards Zoey. “C'mon, we'll see her tomorrow, Zo.”
Zoey bit her lip, her eyes glued to Rumi, even as Mira took her hand and started leading her off to bed. “G..Goodnight, Rumi.”
The door closed, and the half-demon was left by herself. Exactly how she wanted it, no one in range of her wrath, her intensity. No one could get hurt.
Suffering this period alone was but a mere sacrifice.
—
It was 3 AM. Zoey couldn't sleep, why couldn't she? Her loved one was probably stuck, restricted to their practice room probably suffering alone. The thought of simply leaving her all night gave her a strong sense of anxiety that just wouldn't go away.
It couldn't hurt to just check up on her, right…? Mira said not to let her go no matter what but, she technically didn't say she couldn't visit.
Just this once.
She snuck out of bed and into the practice room where Rumi was being kept, the door squeaked gently as it opened and the raven-haired girl peeked inside—only for her blood to run cold at what she saw.
What was chained up wasn't Rumi, no… It was larger, caked in fur, and breathing like a beast. Gone was the K-pop star, replaced with a towering, tiger-like demon, with over six-foot of primal power. It snarled as moonlight filtered through the small window above and the Honmoon rippled at its presence.
Zoey's jaw dropped in both shock and awe as she took in the fully transformed Rumi. Despite her initial fear, she felt… a bit different after. The monster was majestic, its patterns faintly glowed in the dark, its fur looked incredibly soft to the touch. And well, Zoey couldn't resist soft things.
Not to mention how its muscles bunched and released in fluid motions against her bounds with each guttural breath. I mean, this Rumi could probably squish her head like grape and she wouldn't even know before it happened.
Zoey felt very, very different. To say the least.
The door creaked wider without Zoey realizing it, and it seemed to have caught Rumi's attention. Her head raised, sharp, predatory eyes staring directly at her. It didn't speak, just made noise. Though, Zoey wasn't sure if Rumi could speak like this.
“Rumi…?” Zoey called quietly, small little steps as she came deeper into the room. “It's me, Zoey. I… came to check on you.”
Rumi breathed, then ever so softly, whimpered. It shocked Zoey, then melted her heart. “Oh, Rumi…”
Without thinking, she quickly came over to sink to her knees in front of her. Zoey could tell how much pain Rumi was in, the transformation couldn't have been pretty.
“It's okay, it's okay I'm here…” She slowly reached her hand forward, but as soon as she made contact, the beast snapped at her — sending her flinching backwards. The immediate regret came in the form of a strained whine, Rumi recoiling closer to the wall as if to create distance between her and Zoey.
Zoey's breath hitched, it was clear. Rumi really didn't want to hurt her. She was still there, somewhere.
“I know this is scary. But I'm here to take care of you, okay? Please…” Zoey leaned closer, slowly to not startle. There was a moment of silence, the air heavy with each tense second. Eventually, Rumi was leaning back towards her as well.
Zoey smiled, then proceeded to look around. “Here, lemme get you some water. Celine said that hydration was important.” She finally spotted the duffel bag and pulled out a lukewarm bottle of water. She uncaps it, and eases it up towards Rumi's muzzle. “Open wide.”
Rumi's long, purplish tongue laps eagerly at the droplets of water pouring past her muzzle, making her whiskers glisten. It was a welcome relief to her overheated body. The bottle empties and Zoey pulls it back. “There you go. Geez you were thirsty, huh?” She giggled.
Rumi licked the excess off her chops, her gaze now locked onto Zoey. A low vibration sounded in her chest, similar to that of a purr. A tail that sprouted just recently begins rhythmically thumping against the floorboards, a happy metronome in their shared space.
Zoey's smile grows a bit wider, her freckled features stretching across her face at Rumi's reactions. “Aww, are you purring? That's so adorable!” Again, she reached, and this time she was able to touch. To feel the extremely fluffy fur and god, it was just as soft as she imagined.
“You're kinda like a big kitty!” She pets, and Rumi's purrs increase in volume as Zoey moves from her belly, to her chest, to where she strokes along her jawline. “Yeah? You like that, huh? Does it feel good when I pet you?”
Rumi's pupils begin to dilate as she leaned more into her touch, golden eyes sinking behind the black pools of utter adoration, and damn near worship. She almost chirps, tail swishing in excitement.
Zoey's fingers continue to trace and scratch every surface, each stroke drawing a deeper rumble from her chest. The sound vibrates through the floor, a bass note that resonates deep within her bones.
“You're doing so good,” Zoey murmurs, her voice low and steady. “I knew you would, such a strong, good girl…” She leans in close, her breath stirring the fur near Rumi's ear. “Just relax for me, baby. I've got you.”
Rumi's purrs, so soft and sweet, suddenly shift into a snarl. A subtle shift, the tiger’s eyes half-lidded in more than just contentment. A low heat coils in the demon's gut, spreading throughout her massive, trembling frame. The near stretched thin fabric of her loose shorts tightens suddenly, barely containing an unmistakable line of arousal. A rigid swell beneath that makes Rumi whine needily, muzzle buried into Zoey's shoulder.
It makes Zoey freeze, her hand still resting against fur. She could feel it poke against her thigh. A blush rose on her cheeks as she looked down at the bulge creating a soaked tent in Rumi's pants. “O-Oh… Rumi? Is that um, your sword in your pocket? Or are you just happy to see me?” Zoey chuckles nervously, knowing very well that's definitely not a sword. Rumi's huff after seems unamused.
“Shut it, you…” Zoey pouted, but they had to address the big elephant in the room. “Guess I made you excited, sorry about that. Though…” Zoey trailed off, a smirk rising from the corner of her lips. “I could, y'know, help you out a little.”
Rumi makes an imperceptible noise as she nudges her muzzle against Zoey's cheek, her ears swiveling forward and the rhythm of her tail getting faster. “Like that idea, huh? Alright, let's see what I’m working with.” Zoey's fingers tremble around the waistband of Rumi's shorts, slowly tugging them along with her underwear down her muscular hips, her breath catching in her throat as the fabric gave way. The weretiger’s thick, flushed cock springs free, throbbing with each heartbeat and glistening with precum at the tip. A low groan rumbles through Rumi's chest as the cold air hits sensitive skin.
“Woah…” Zoey breathes shakily, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and nervousness. “You're huge…” Rumi's desperate whine snaps her out of her trance, and she softly wraps her small hand around the leader's girth. The beast’s hips bucked instinctively against the restraints, her mewling through her muzzle. Zoey's thighs squeezed together at the sight, seeing it pulse at her touch. “Oh, you like that…” She murmured, her voice thick with arousal. She began a slow, tentative stroke, watching enthralled as it responded eagerly.
Rumi’s growls deepens into a pleasured purr, straps and chains creaking as her body begged for more. The patterns along her shaft illuminated, glowing gently as clear fluid beads from the head and spilled down the length. The heat in her lower belly becomes more intense, grows hot and tight, tighter and hotter, until—
Zoey suddenly lets go.
A frustrated roar breaks free, Rumi lunging forward before being slammed back into the wall by her restraints. The Honmoon vibrates like a volcano about to erupt. Razor sharp eyes lock onto a perpetually smug Zoey, sending her angry into an uproar.
“Oh, you're such a baby.” Before Rumi could react, Zoey climbs up into the tiger’s lap, straddling her. She was nearly bare beneath her oversized sleep shirt, the barrier between Rumi's rigid length pressed firmly against her ass and Zoey's heat only separated by a thin pair of soaked panties. The hunter rocks against the pressure, and an involuntary gasp escapes her lips as the direct contact sends a jolt of raw pleasure straight to her core. “I only wanted to do this…”
A knowing grin plays on Zoey's lips as she leans in close, a finger pressing to her own lips in a conspiratorial gesture. “Shhh…” She whispered huskily, “This is our secret. Don't tell Mira, okay?”
Her fingers, surprisingly steady, find the buckles on the side of Rumi's head and work them loose. The muzzle falls to the ground with a muffled thud, and Rumi's jaw drops into a pant. Zoey's hands come up to frame her powerful jaw, thumb stroking gently over high cheekbones beneath the fur. “There. Better?” A giggle, then pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her snout. A show of complete acceptance of the beast before her. “So beautiful, so pretty.”
Rumi's grumble was calm, softening into a purr once more. Her ears fall flat against her head in utter submission. Mouth now free, her thick tongue laps at Zoey's freckled cheek, a silent request for more of her affection. No, more than that—to touch. A long, drawn out whimper as those pupils stared deeply into Zoey's eyes. And the former was quick to fold.
“I can't resist those eyes…” Zoey bites her lip, mind warring with her desires versus the potential consequences. Ah, but fuck it. “Just this once…”
Zoey steadily removes each chain, strap, and buckle from Rumi's body. They dropped to the padded floor with various clicks and clangs until she was free, furry arms dropping to her sides. Massive, corded with muscles that flexed as they came hesitantly slow upon Zoey's much smaller waist. One paw was able to wrap around it so easily that it made Zoey's heart stop for mere moments. Rumi could kill her if she wanted to.
And she loved it.
“Touch me.” Zoey breathes out, her arms wrap around a thick, fuzzy neck. “Touch me all you want.”
Rumi shuddered, her hands acted before her mind was able to catch up. Instinct told her where to touch, the rough pads of her fingers tracing along Zoey's hips and thighs, exploring her curves and trailing up her back like she was starved to touch.
Her hot breath ghosted her skin as she buried her face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, sweet and fragile, and intoxicating. Her tongue dragged up her throat, making the shorter woman shiver as she tasted the salt of her sweat with a curious lick.
Her erection throbbed, a deliberate roll of her hips. The friction was maddening, she needed more. Palms slid down to cup Zoey's ass, large digits squeezing the soft flesh as she pulled her tighter, pinning her the swollen length under her. And she growled, aggressive, demanding.
“Oh, God…” Zoey feels her spine tingle, her heart beating so fast she could hear it in her eardrums. She's never seen Rumi this feral before… It was turning her on in ways she wasn't sure she was ready to admit. “Be patient, will you…?” But Rumi lacked patience. Zoey gasped as the tiger lifted her up slightly, her cock pressing insistently against the dripping underwear clinging to her warmth. Another low snarl that vibrates through the makane's body.
“Okay, okay! F-Fuck, you're lucky I love this…” Her fingers shook while hooking into the waistband of her panties, easing them to the side and exposing her puffy, pink cunt into the open air. She grips Rumi's shoulder tightly as she inches the tip towards her entrance, all the while Zoey panted in anticipation. “Easy, tiger…”
With that, Rumi begins to lower the younger onto her throbbing cock. The first stretch was intense, a burning sensation that made Zoey wince in pain, nails digging into purple fur.
She cries out, body aching as she's slowly filled. “Holy—fuck!”
Rumi miraculously allows her to adjust to her girth, before pushing a bit deeper. Each inch sends shocks through Zoey's body, her muscles clenching around the intrusion in a way that makes Rumi snarl under her breath.
She whimpers as Rumi finally bottoms out, her dick fully sheathed inside of her. It's an overwhelming pressure, her toes curling and releasing until the pain melts into fresh waves of pleasure. “Mmgh… You're stretching me…” She groaned, the feeling of being stuffed so full was electric. She makes an experimental movement, making them both moan out.
Rumi tightens her grip, and deliberately lifts her, only to roughly lower down on her crotch. Zoey arches forward, feeling like her cunt just got speared by a massive pole. Her inner walls squeeze, before Rumi repeats the motion again. Then again. And again.
Her juices splatter onto Rumi's lap with every forceful bounce, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the soundproof room. “Ahh..! S-So big, you're filling me up so good… So, so good…”
Rumi's golden eyes were locked onto Zoey's face, watching as her expression contorted in bliss. A low, guttural growl as she felt Zoey's tight pussy pull her deeper with each upward tug. Her hips trusting to meet her descent in an endless feedback loop.
Zoey's hair fell askew from her already messy buns caked in sweat, her breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hard and peeking through her shirt in the cold air of the room. “Yes! Just like that! Don't stop! UGHH~!”
Rumi's claws extended, leaving almost possessive, faint red marks on Zoey's delicate skin. Her hips pistoned, increasing in speed. Zoey grips onto Rumi's horns for leverage, nearly collapsing on the demon's chest as she completely controls the pace. “Nngh—Rumi!” The hunter moans, her voice raw and breathy. “R-Right there… You feel so deep…” Her walls rhythmically pulse around the invasion, body trembling with each impact.
The wet, obscene sounds of their union grows louder, punctuated by Zoey's escalating cries and Rumi's feral grunts. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease…!” The woman begs like a sinner at the altar, her grasp on Rumi's horns near painful as that familiar coil forms at the bottom of both their guts.
Rumi's hips snaps forward, chasing each other's climaxes with reckless abandon. Her teeth soon find Zoey's throat, sinking into the patch of skin until she bled. Zoey shrieks, agony mixing with pleasure as she's claimed by her monster.
The coil breaks.
“I'M GONNA—NGH—GONNA CUM!” Zoey's entire body convulses like a woman possessed, screaming, her walls clamped down violently as the orgasm tears through her. “FFFUUUCCKK!!!!”
Rumi isn't far behind, a roar into the moonlight—patterns flashing wildly as she slams home one last time, her cock fully disappearing into Zoey's warm cunt as her release erupts deep inside. The makane's belly distends, ropes of demonic seed pumping into her to the brim.
The silence that crashes down is thick and heavy, the smell of sex drifts through the air as Zoey lays on Rumi's body. A heap of limp limbs and bones, utterly spent. Rumi's arms cage her, chest heaving. Neither of them moves.
The door creaks. Both of them snap their heads to the sound instantly.
Mira stood frozen in the doorway, her gaze less than impressed as she took in the scene before her. She cleared her throat, adjusting her glasses on her face. “You two seemed to be having fun.”
Zoey sputtered, “Mira!” She squeaked pathetically, she would move to get up but her legs just weren't in the mood to cooperate. “I—how did you?!—”
“You left the door open. Your screaming woke me up.”
“Oh.”
Rumi whimpered. Even she was embarrassed.
Mira sighed, her glasses lifting to her forehead as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don't feel like it right now. We'll talk about this tomorrow, I'm going back to bed.”
The door closes without much fanfare, leaving Rumi and Zoey alone, still connected, mind you.
“... When you change back, remind me to make breakfast tomorrow.” Rumi responded in a hum that sounded almost human.