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The Pygmalion Tigress By

Lokor

Commission for

fabolous21

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John was quite ordinary for a kid his age. Being twelve and in junior high he had a good family with a bit of money. The money never really managed to spoil him and he loved to be outside and the warmth of the sun helped him a lot. When his birthday came around again, and he turned thirteen, he was given possibly the best gift of his entire life.

He'd been a longtime fan of plushies, beanies and stuffed creatures; having many of his own. For his birthday he received several more plushies and beanies, to add to his collection, but one stuck out. He was immediately drawn towards a tigress plushie that he'd gotten from his friend Tommy. She was a huge 5 foot tall beauty. The tigress also had beautiful long fur and piercing eyes. She had wonderful red and black stripes, in typical tiger fashion, but she stuck out to him for one reason in particular; a beautiful smile that seemed to warm his heart whenever he looked at it.

The tigress quickly became his favorite toy from that day on and he took the beauty everywhere with him for the next year. They went to the mall; they went to the park; they went everywhere. Every time he got off school, he came home to get her and they went out somewhere. There were many days when they'd just sit in the back yard if John couldn't think of anything to do that day. Many days were spent in the sun with her lying on the grass next to him. Of course, he always cleaned her up real nice whenever they came back in.

She was his constant companion. He hugged the tigress tightly whenever he slept and if he had a nightmare he'd wake to cuddle her more. And whenever times got hard or stressful he always had his tigress to help him through it. Whenever there was a bully or something John always had her to cuddle and make the rest of the world disappear.

There was a time, shortly before John had his fourteenth birthday, when he lost his plush friend for about a week and he was beside himself with worry over where she had gone. When he found her he didn't let her go the whole day and he never lost her again after that.

The tigress was always very close to his side or in his thoughts, if he had to leave her at the house for some reason. She made a wonderful pillow as well and he talked to her when all of his other friends couldn't be there with him. He talked to her almost every day and often times he would lay on her beautiful, plush, fur while he talked to her. Her glassy eyes and soft fur were always comforting for him, as was the sweet fabric softener smell she always seemed to have. One day he'd tell her a story and another he'd talk to her about toys and games. She even helped with dating advice for a few weeks while he dated a girl from school. She didn't really say anything to him but he still worked his problems out with her as she sat there. Her listening gave him fluid thought and let him think clearly. And when his relationship with the girl fell through his tigress plushie was there once more to be a shoulder. He cried into her fur for nearly a day when he went through that break up. He enjoyed nearly all of his free time with her after he stopped dating for a while.

Time passed slowly with his tigress as he grew older and, around his fifteenth birthday, his parents tried to separate him from his friend. They tried to tell him that he was too old to cling to such a childish thing. He was angry for a long time that his parents wanted to take his tigress from him but he held fast, and, after about a month, they backed off. He was also becoming slightly ridiculed by his friends and classmates because he still took his plushie with him everywhere and it seemed as if every week someone else was gossiping about his unwillingness to give up the tigress. In the beginning, it hurt him a lot every single time they said things about him. People called him a baby and he chose to recede into himself.

He became increasingly introverted and his own thoughts, as well as his tigress, were becoming more a part of his life than before. She never left his side and he started to feel a bit differently toward her after a while. She started to seem more real and his conversations with her seemed to be more meaningful each time he spoke. Her glassy eyes almost seemed to be watching him intently every time he'd talk to her. He'd sit up most nights talking with her for hours and when he'd say something to her, he could almost hear her response in his mind.

His parents, friends and others, who knew him well enough to know of the tigress, told him he was crazy but, after a while, he didn't care about the hurtful comments. The only thing he did care about was enjoying things with his one true friend. They enjoyed even more things now that he'd gotten older. One time, John took the two to the top of a hill in the local park and they sat to have lunch. They stayed until late night, sitting together and cuddling. When the sun went down he laid back with her in the grass and stared at the stars while he stroked her fur.

More and more he cut off contact with the outside world. He didn't care to hear the comments and hurtful words; his friend being there to comfort him. During the summer, when he was fifteen, he was confronted by Tommy_ the same Tommy who had given him his friend_ who tried to fight him. Tommy had called John a crazy kid for holding the tigress in such high regard. John shook his head at him and balled his fist. Tommy caught sight of John's response and took a swing at John. The blow hit him firmly in the stomach and John landed flat back on the ground, tears welling in his eyes. John lost all caring for his friend and rushed him. His weight, though not much because of his light frame, overpowered Tommy and he managed to knock the larger kid on his back. John jumped on him while he was down and started punching him in the face. Tommy started crying heavily and he couldn't see as he cried out to John to stop. John continued on him for a short while longer before he realized what he was doing and backed off of his friend, leaving him bloodied on the ground, whimpering like a whipped dog. Time stopped for a moment and John stared at him for a moment until Tommy got to his feet and left; hurrying home. As John walked home silently he tried his best to get the incident out of his mind. After that Tommy never came around anymore and John missed him for a while.

Eventually though, he was fine once more with his favorite friend, his plush tigress. He loved her at this point. It wasn't a relationship like love but he loved her as his best friend; she was like family. He continued to stay inside more and he rarely went outside the house for the entire winter.

One day was different though. It had been a while since John took his friend anywhere. He took her to the park to ice-skate and he held her on his back as he skated about on the beautiful ice. The shimmering light shone on the two as if they were a couple. They stayed out for hours as the cold air whipped about them. Only when John couldn't handle the cold anymore did he take them both home.

After he got home he went to his room, as usual, but when he laid down with his friend something felt odd. He couldn't place the feeling at first and so he just laid there with the tigress. He hadn't really named the plushie; who had been his favorite toy and dearest friend. He laid there and tried to think of a name.

After a few minutes he had fallen asleep and while he slept a small dream took him. He was standing with the tigress in a white room. It didn't seem like a room though and it seemed to go on forever. She stood at about five feet without him holding her and her wonderful eyes were piercing his soul as he stood before her. She moved to his ear and whispered one word, "Brooke". He woke suddenly and he knew that it would be her name. Brooke was now the name of his best friend, the plush tigress.

He rubbed the fur along her back as he laid there looking into those amazing looking eyes and he got a thought but he wasn't sure how to go about it. Deciding to just go with what felt natural, he felt down the plushie's back and to wear her sex would be. He moved his hand up and down as if to pleasure the tigress. He massaged her gently and lovingly as he kissed her. The kiss drove him into ecstasy and caused him to delve deeper with his hand. He could feel a connection that felt so very real. The world faded in that first kiss between them and John felt like he was dancing on air. He held the kiss for what seemed like hours to him and the deeper he went into it, the more he felt at home with her. He moved her down his pants as he undid them and let himself out. He stood erect quickly and the thought of what he was doing turned him on fiercely. Moving himself into position, he laid Jessica's mouth over his erection and started to thrust into her. He was so overcome by the amazing sensations that he couldn't help himself. Each and every motion he did caused a grand feeling all through his body. The fur and material of her mouth was so inviting that he lost himself in the act. He lovingly thrust himself into the tigress's mouth, again and again, as he ran his hand through her fur.

He brought himself to the edge and unloaded into her muzzle as he came hard. The cum ran hot across the plushie's fur and back down his own shaft, coating them both in his seed. Spent, he laid there with her, rubbing her fur for some time and just enjoying the bliss of his afterglow. He was in love with his best friend, the plushie tigress named Brooke. He cleaned her up and then took her into a second deep kiss. This one took his breath away as well as the rest of his energy. After breaking the kiss, he fell asleep with his love in his arms and held the tigress close to him as he slept.

Throughout the rest of that year and up until his sixteenth birthday, he spent many nights this way; just the two of them. He continued to make love with his plushie, cleaning her lovingly after every time. He loved her deeply and wished that she might be able to talk and move some day.

He spent his sixteenth year much the same as the previous year, with his love for the tigress growing more and more with every passing day. He still kept to himself but always enjoyed himself. School and social events just seemed like an annoyance most times. He still went out frequently with Brooke but other than that he stayed in. The two began frequenting a local community center where John would play pool. They were there quite often and John was friends with the owner so there wasn't ever any trouble.

He became a fly on the wall of sorts as most people just looked over him. He lived inside of life and between the fabric of society but he was happy that way. Brooke was so fun that he barely needed anyone else. Nearly every day he waited it out until he could come home to his love. She'd always be there with her warming smile which never moved, nor faltered. She gave him comfort beyond his imagination without ever saying a word. He wished more and more with each passing day that she might come alive.

He kept good grades and even held a job for a short while in the summer. His high school career went smoothly during his seventeenth year and he graduated just before his birthday. He continued on unchanged for the most part during the year. Unfortunately someone did try burning down the community center while he was there. The fire started suddenly and he just barely made it out with Brooke. He spent all the rest of the day cleaning her fur out to prevent the smoke from leaving a stain. After that they didn't have anywhere they really went anymore and so, they stayed home more often.

His eighteenth birthday saw his parents buying him a home and giving him the money for college. He didn't want to leave home at first but then he thought of the opportunities he'd have to be with his lover more. He moved out quickly, his parents wishing him the best and him wishing them the same. He had no siblings so his parents would be a bit alone now that he was headed off to college. The house they bought him looked quite nice. For the most part it was a light blue shade and had yellow trim. The two story house was in a good neighborhood in a safe part of the town in which his college was located and campus was less than half a mile away.

His parents always wanted him to go to a college campus and not take online classes. He didn't care much, at least not for the difference. He wanted to spend his free time with his tigress and that was the most important thing to him at that point. When he stepped inside the house he noticed that his parents had also taken the liberty of furnishing it. Most of the furniture was oak and smelled nice. The floor was carpeted and the walls were covered in brand new wallpaper. The whole thing was wonderful to him. Finally he had a place of his own and would always have somewhere he could go with his lover that no one could bother him.

He settled in for a few days before classes started and when classes did start he was anxious to get back to his lover each and every hour he was away from the house. Every evening when he got home he went straight in and kissed Jessica deeply. Each time he kissed her it felt like the first and he felt more and more like she was right there with him as another person.

He dreamt of her night after night. Each time she would come to her in anthro form but before she said anything she'd disappear into dust and John would wake clutching his tigress closely. The dreams both comforted him and scared him at the same time. He was so terrified of losing her every night that it became a bit difficult to get to sleep.

About two or three months into his college career he came upon his first big paper. He was stressed out badly and ended up coming home angry. He went to get his tigress as usual but when he talked to her and she, as usual, couldn't respond, he got angry and tossed her off the bed and onto the floor. He then fell asleep on the bed with her still on the floor. That night he had another terrible nightmare. This time she came to him in his dream but she disappeared and he started falling through a red pit. He fell for such a long time that he felt nauseous. Right when he about to hit the ground he awoke in a sweat. He rushed up out of bed and over to his tigress, picking her up into his arms and holding her closely, apologizing repeatedly and kissing her deeply.

When he kissed her that time something happened that he couldn't explain. It sounded like she purred for a moment. He broke the kiss and the sound stopped quickly. He couldn't understand but was happy none the less. She seemed to be a bit more lively, to him, over the next few days and he started dreaming of her happily again. The dreams changed though. In these dreams he was in her arms and she caressed his cheek as he laid there in her amazing embrace.

Then the Monday before the big midterm came. He wasn't stressed out and while he sat in his room studying over his material, he kept his lover at the desk with him. That night he made love with his tigress again and this time felt better than any other he had had in the past. He cleaned her up nicely and she nearly sparkled afterward. Before he fell asleep he thought he heard her wish him a good sleep.

Sleep was beautiful that night and even though he didn't dream he woke well rested and energized. He left the house, after wishing his love a good day, and headed to the midterms. When he got to the classroom he was more than ready and it went quickly. All the questions were easy for him and he was one of the first students to be done.

After the test was over, a young girl slinked up to him as he left the room and put her arm around John's shoulder. He was slightly intoxicated by her scent as she made herself the only thing in his mind. She asked him if he wanted to join her and her friends at a party that night, over at one of the campus houses. He agreed, hardly able to resist her and he forgot about his tigress as he followed the girl to the party.

It didn't take long for them to get to the party house which happened to be quite close to his own house. The music was loud and there were college students dancing sexily around the entire house. The girl took him close to her in the crowd and started to dance with him. He felt helpless in the environment, despite constant thoughts of having forgotten something. He couldn't think of what he had forgotten.

A little while after they started dancing he felt a huge pinch-like feeling in his left hip. He turned to see a large guy holding a needle up and waving it in front of John as he laughed at him maniacally. John's heart started to race as he realized what happened. He'd been stuck with a drug needle and he had no way of finding out what he'd been injected with.

He struggled through the crowd and eventually found the door. Stumbling through it, his head felt light and his vision blurred as he ran in the direction of his house from the party. He hoped he'd make it home and then, half way to the house, he realized what he'd forgotten. He had forgotten his tigress at home and he realized that he'd spent the night being flirted with by a young girl while she was at home alone. He felt so terrible from what he had done and the effects of the drug he'd been injected that he broke down as he ran. He cried hard and loud as he nearly screamed all the way back to his house.

Reaching his front door, he stumbled into the living room, sobbing terribly; forgetting to shut the door behind him. He fell asleep on the floor and dreamt again of his tigress. This time she turned her back on him but he moved in front of her again and kissed her deeply. With the depth of the kiss becoming intense, he awoke to a cold breeze whipping in through the open front door. He hadn't slept long at all and it was still night. He stood up from the floor, shakily, and moved to shut the front door. He then moved to the bedroom and took his tigress into his arms and kissed her deeply. He heard her purr again during the kiss but this time he was absolutely sure he heard her so he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, seeing her actually looking back at him with a loving gaze.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to try and get her to talk to him. The more he talked to her the more he could see her move. She blinked and moved her mouth a small bit. He was overjoyed and kissed her deeply again but something happened that time. When he kissed her she felt. She felt herself alive at that moment. She purred into the kiss and kissed him back. Undaunted by his love's return of affection, he deepened the kiss and brought himself down on the bed. He laid so that she was under him as he kissed her. She started to see through her eyes and the first thing she saw was him.

They continued their kiss and John held her close as he felt her chest. She purred loudly and shook a bit under him as he touched her so tenderly. Every motion of John's hand brought her more into consciousness and she felt everything vividly. And after a few moments she started kissing him back. The laid there kissing strong as John felt all up and down her and she reached to down to his crotch.

He broke the kiss and moaned out a bit as she groped him through his pants. His mind left him and the only thought that was left was making love to his Brooke. He began kissing all over her, rubbing her breasts and nipping at his neck. She kept rubbing him through his pants and he couldn't take it anymore. He let himself out of his pants and threw them aside as he kept the kiss strong. He couldn't stop himself at all and she continued to purr more and more with each second. He was quickly free of his clothes, with Brooke's help, and was ready to bring his length up to his love. He pushed and rubbed against her underbelly, leaking pre onto her as their passion deepened. Lost in the haze of his fantasy coming true and his love responding to him, he humped onto her passionately.

She could be heard letting out light moans and her voice spoke but no distinguishable words came out. He made love to his tigress, Brooke, hard and fast. The pace quickened and his length slid along her; slickened from pre. He grew close as Brooke continued to moan and purr. She wrapped her arms around him and brought him to climax on her. He came hard and unloaded every bit of his love onto his Tigress, humping himself dry on her. Rope after rope of his seed covered her as they laid together. He tired himself out so terribly that he passed out on her. Before he passed out of consciousness, however, he heard her say,

"I love you John"

When afternoon came around John woke slowly. He was groggy at first and everything was fuzzy to his eyes. He felt around on the bed and tried to find his tigress. His hand found her at last but when he felt her she seemed to be a bit different. He opened his eyes a bit more and noticed that she was indeed different. Time almost stopped for him as he stared at his tigress, Brooke, who was now lying up against the headboard watching over him, smiling at him and moving in to kiss him.

He was lost in her kiss and nearly fainted from the beauty of it. When she finally let up she curled up against his chest and purred while he put his arm around her. They laid there for hours. The two just enjoyed each other's embrace. John was so very content that all he could do was lay there. He was witnessing his greatest desire come true. Brooke just snuggled into John's chest and traced small circles on his chest with one paw. He felt her warmth and fur against his skin and it gave him an amazing feeling. He could feel her as she lay there alive. She loved the feeling of laying on his chest and just hugged him closer, purring all the while. Never in a million years could John explain how she came to life but she did. He now had that which he had always longed for, Brooke and she had what she had wanted; to be with her John.

John's stomach growled after about three hours of laying with her and he needed something to eat. He went to move and she clung to him. He had to pick her up and tell her to stay for a moment as he got himself something to eat. He hastily fixed himself a makeshift breakfast. A couple of eggs, milk, and a couple pieces of toast, were all piled together on a plate. She just sat on the bed holding his blanket, waiting for him. He grabbed all the food and rushed back toward the bedroom anxiously. With every step he took on the way back to the room, he wished and hoped that he wasn't dreaming; that she'd be there; that she'd be alive; that she'd speak to him.

He pushed the door open while he held his breath. He saw her still sitting on the bed waiting for him and tilting her head to the side in interest. He let out a huge sigh and chuckled a bit before setting the food down and offering some to Brooke. He didn't think before he did, however, and she was just perplexed. Then it struck him; she didn't have to eat. Feeling silly he ate his food quickly.

The two spent the rest of the day sitting on the bed. She could only speak a few words so he sat and taught her. With each passing hour, she felt more and more. She learned very quickly and became competent around the house quite fast. Every second that John gave attention to her she grew and learned quickly. For the rest of the semester, John sat with her every minute that he wasn't studying.

Their bond grew more and more everyday and it was the greatest joy for her, every time John came home to her. She never had to eat and she never went to the bathroom. She slept out of choice rather than need. She was a true Pygmalion Tigress and she had come alive from John's love and stayed that way through his continued attention. Every time John had class she sat at the computer he kept in the house and learned everything she could.

Eventually she learned several languages and was well versed in world history. Everything was new for both of them for quite some time. During classes, John worked hard and thought of his Brooke almost every moment. The young girl from that party tried to hit on him again and he had some choice words for her. She swore revenge, though, saying that she'd have that same jock beat him up but he shook it off until he saw the guy watching him as he walked out of the building and off campus. He shadowed John for about a week and John tried his best to ignore him.

Finally, one Friday after classes, John was walking home and the guy confronted him on the street, right in front of his house. John dodged a few punches and weaved in and out, avoiding contact. One heavy blow landed on his left cheek and he let out a cry of pain as he went to the ground. Brook heard the scream and rushed out of the house. She didn't know what she was doing but she tried to attack the jock. The guy turned to see her coming and was so freaked out that he took off running, slightly tripping over a chip in the sidewalk but regaining his footing to escape.

Brooke chased him a few feet before turning to tend to John. John was bleeding lightly from his jaw as his opponent had cut his lower lip and Brooke bent down to him to wipe away the blood with a worried look on her face. John got to his feet with her help and told her it was alright. They went into the house to rest and eventually fell asleep with Brooke clinging to his chest. He dreamt incoherently that night. When he awoke his love was still sleeping on him with her arms around him.

He laid there with her thinking of what would happen now. He felt so very deeply for her that he would spend the rest of his life with her but would she want the same? He asked himself the same question over and over. Finally he decided that he would find out after she awoke and he had eaten. Another hour passed before he got up to fix food. She woke up when he got up to get food and cuddled into his pillow while he was out of the room. When he came back he moved a bit shakily because he was afraid of what she would say.

Before he ate, he put the food down and took her paw in his hand. He looked into her eyes and spoke with a gentle voice. He asked her if she would be his mate. She would have cried had she been physically able. Her heart, or at least her soul, felt as if it skipped a beat. She hugged him saying just one word,

"Yes" She chanted the word over and over for nearly five minutes as she clung to him tightly.

From that point on the two were inseparable. She followed him everywhere and, despite everyone's looks and comments, did not stay in the house. They went out to eat often and never did they fight; they were always happy. John finished school with high honors and got his dream job, working at home. Brooke was always with him. She seemed ageless and everyday she was just as beautiful to him as the first day he held her. They lived out their lives happily together.

Eventually death took John and when it came Brooke was there, looking as she always had, to hold his hand. As he passed from the world she lost her life as well and became the same plush figure that had been given to a boy when he was young, many years ago. Eventually another kid would have her as a toy but she never again showed a sign of life. The only thing that she retained was a small stain on her fabric which appeared as the only tear she'd ever shed and which rolled down her cheek the day her beloved mate passed away. She's still out in the world, somewhere, to this day. Her fur still resembles the same wonderful patterns and markings it did when she was given to John, so long ago.