TWO YEARS LATER

My life as a black panther had been relaxing, though not always stress free. Time seemed to pass in a different speed which prevented us from getting bored. Sex was heaven, but Nero started showing some frustration about me not getting pregnant.

I remember getting stung on a regular basis, not by a bee, but more like a splinter. I would use my teeth to pull the splinter out by its feathery end. Certain weird things kept happening though. For example, one day it felt like I'd eaten a mouthful of rocks. I kept spitting them out, white rocks, covered in blood. Master must have been worried, because he had me checked up by a vet, which I really didn't like.

He pulled out all my teeth it seemed, but luckily I had a new set ready and it was much more comfortable chewing our food, or ripping off meat. At the same time my claws became more efficient as I could retract my nails, while running. Nero appreciated that as well, because I had hurt him a few times while wrestling.

Overall I felt much better. More energy, I was faster, and I could keep up longer. I finally managed to kill a rabbit, a snack I personally like, but I needed Nero to capture these fast buggers for me. No longer!

And for some reason I was no longer nervous when climbing the higher branches in our sleeping trees. I knew exactly where to step and where to stay away, enjoying the much better view higher up.

My own frustration with not getting pregnant got stronger as well. What was wrong with me? All my nipples were aching to be sucked on. Master must have concluded the same, as after a throne session Nero and I normally return to our quarters, but I was held back and then they stuck a huge splinter in me, and everything went black.

When I gained consciousness again things were very different. I was lying in a very comfortable area, with soft cushions covering the ground. Wires and tubes were connected to my body, which felt very stiff. I suddenly remembered how they had taken me out with a huge syringe and how I had thought it had been a splinter. It was like a curtain had opened in my mind and it wasn't so simple anymore as it had been for a long time.

A doctor came in and a low growl escaped from my throat. My instinct went to alert but my human mind was aware this was no immediate danger. And thus I suppressed the thought of jumping up and backing away.

The doctor was a pleasant looking woman and I could smell no fear in her. She said, “Hi Deanna. Glad to see you awake. My name is doctor Myrtle.” It suddenly hit me, I could understand what she was saying. I thought of saying something, but only a small growl came out. My ability to speak had clearly not come back. She continued, “No worries, you lost your ability for human talk long ago. But we still have ways to communicate. If you understand me, please swing your tail one time.”

What the heck? But I complied, and moved my tail up and flicked it once. She smiled, saying she knew I was still in there. Not sure what she meant by that, so I flicked my tail twice.

She started explaining that the chip they had put in my brain had basically blocked access to my human thoughts and reasoning. It had made life as a panther easier for me, essentially going by instinct. They now had reprogrammed the chip though. Instinct was still my first reaction, but I could override it with human reasoning. They believed in the end it would be a better experience for me.

Then she explained about a black panther named Sava, somewhere in South America that had gotten in a terrible accident and lost all her legs. Any vet would have taken her out of her misery, but Mr Davenport had taken her in and brought her here.

Mr Davenport? An old memory flashed back into my mind, wasn't that Master Jaques’ last name?

The doctor continued explaining that they had extracted DNA from Sava and they had used a dart gun to inject me with it. And slowly my body had adapted and I had become more and more a panther myself. And female at that. It had caused the loss of my human teeth and they had to get rid of my false jaw, as my new teeth, fangs, were growing in. Likewise my claws had become real, multiple nipples had started growing, and many, many more changes, including mental ones.

And then, last week, they finally deemed me ready for major surgery, and they had transplanted the womb and all sexual organs from Sava into me. She didn't survive, but her DNA is part of me now, so my body accepted the organs without problems, and I would be able to conceive, keeping her memory alive.

An emotion, stronger than anything in my life, burst from my throat. It was some sort of a howl, a sound aimed at my mate, wherever he was, to tell him I was finally worthy of him. The doctor smiled, recognizing the sound of a cat in heat, making it clear I had understood everything she had told.

It still took two more weeks before I was healed enough to go back home. Now that I was aware of human time again, it moved way too slow. But finally they took me back to my mate, who was anxiously waiting for me. He licked me all over, checking the scars of the surgery I had gone through. He could tell I was weak still and he took me to a fresh carcass, and he ripped meat off it for me.

For two more weeks he took good care of me as my strength came back and all pain was gone. That's when my body went into a heat I never felt before. I could smell my new sex as much as I could feel it dripping. Nero lapped his tongue across it and I was in heaven, and howled in pleasure.

He did not hesitate, as his huge manhood came to attention. He mounted me in one slick move and filled up my cunt. I vaguely remembered I was once a man and my pleasure had come from anal penetration. Being fucked now in my womanhood was so much better. I let instinct take over, as my muscles took grip of his dick, and squeezed it into even larger proportions.

It didn't take long before Nero started howling and I joined him, as we both came. I could feel his seed penetrate my womb, and I knew this was the start of a new life for us. I enjoyed cleaning out my own cunt, but I knew the deed was done.

Pregnancy was a bliss, as Nero was even more attentive than when I was recovering from the surgery. There was a fresh rabbit every day, and when I had an overwhelming urge for fish, he caught some in the watering hole. My human mind smiled that this was better than a five star restaurant.

I gave birth to two girls and I was glad doctor Myrtle was there to help. She was as excited as I was, but no one was more excited than Nero. He howled his pride to the world around us, then licked our girls, as they were trying to find my teats to feed.

As I was feeding my offspring, Sava’s offspring, I pondered on the fact that Master Jacques had followed through on his part of the contract. My part was very simple now, I would be a panther for the rest of my life, together with my happy mate. We would make many more children I knew, and live a long and fertile life. For only a brief moment I considered what my life could be like right now, had I not chosen this path. I would not be a mate to Nero, but probably a maid to Angel and Sonya, who had finally found one another. My guess is that Lucy has happily taken my place by now.