Exit: The Beast Princess' Pride

Honestly, I'm kind of an idiot aren't I? It occurs to me that I'm probably in more danger now that I've turned the Princess into a beastwoman than merely been a random man to fall into the hallway ahead of her... but given the smile on her face... It's fine, right? Taking a deep breath (metaphorically), I Exit and watch Arma abruptly come to life.

"Master James!" Arma calls out, her tone possessing a certain purring quality to it that sends shivers down my spine. She's not angry at all, which is good. And she's even calling me Master, so I suppose she is - as I presumed - my summoned beast. Her tail flicks back and forth, and she turns to face me the rest of the way, not even bothering to stand upright as she leans up toward my face. Her cute little nose twitches, "You smell nervous. Are you alright? I know!" She abruptly straightens up, her unbound breasts jiggling the entire time, "I'll get you a drink to help you settle down. Just wait!"

Her tail flicks and her muscles flex beneath her large ass as she walks. There's a lot of power hidden beneath that seemingly soft posterior. Damn, she is built. "Um... alright. Thank you. Let me just... get my bearings a bit." I say, awkwardly trying to present a calm I really don't feel as she walks to a nearby cabinet.

Arma nods, her face cutely serious, "Yes! Master should just wait; I will take care of your tea, then we will find out why Master is so nervous, and I will take care of it as well!" Well. Alright then.

I watch as Arma bends forward into the cabinet and gently retrieves an ornate metal teapot, giving me ample opportunity to ogle her the interactions her absolutely massive ass and thighs have with one another. I am... very glad that I'm still sitting down, even if the floor is not a terribly comfortable place to sit.

Hoh boy, I'm glad I'm sitting down right now.

Arma takes the pot over to a faucet and fills it - where does the water come from? We have plumbing?! - then sprinkles some herbs within and takes it over to a hearth in the middle of the room. It's already lit, so she has only to hang the pot from a bar and wait. She hums a bit, filling the air with a pleasant but unrecognizable melody. My head spins with possibility as I consider the phone, the app, and how I got here, and the leopard-girl brewing tea is an incredible distraction that I'd much rather focus on.

"Say, Arma," I call out, somewhat on edge. Her ears flick, and she looks over to me with curious and attentive eyes, "forgive me for asking but..." How do I phrase this without giving away that I have no idea how our relationship formed, or what level we're at, or... "...could you help me go over some things? I want to get some facts straight and review our, um, everything. Please? It'll really help settle my nerves."

"Of course!" Arma agrees readily, clapping her hands proudly onto her hips, "I am at your, um..." She blinks, blushes, and her eyes dart from one end of the room to the other. "...assistance! That is my pride as a member of the leopard folk, yes!" She gives a big nod, still blushing.

...did I accidentally her vocabulary or something? Well, whatever. She's embarrassed and - cute as that is - she's willing to humor me so I don't want to waste the chance. "Alright, so, for a start: what were you up to today. You're totally dressed to kill, heh," I chuckle a bit, trying to make a little joke.

"Ah!" She answers, ears and tail twitching with her excitement at the question, or maybe its answer, "I was hunting, earlier!" Then the excitement is dampened and her hands slide behind her back. She fidgets nervously as she glances away, "I, um, did not find any game though. The mountains are much different from what I am used to... but do not worry: I will definitely adapt and secure us meat next time!" She gives another big nod, "That is my pride as a huntress, yes."

"Is that, uh, what you wore to hunt?" I glance out the window at the high alpine peaks, "in the mountains?"

"Yes!" She gives another big nod, following my gaze out the window. "The mountains are, um, a little cold for a human, I guess? But while I do not have fur in all the right places," -- on that we may have to respectfully disagree -- "I am much sturdier than you, yes. In truth," she taps her leather 'armor'-jacket, "this is just, hm..." She awkwardly glances around again as she tries to find a word, "for... looking nice? It is actually even less useful than tiara, in fact: at least the tiara displays my status to my kin, mhm!"

Arma blinks, suddenly concerned as she tilts her head. "Do you... perhaps not like it? I thought Master found it attractive, to see a woman wear almost nothing, instead of nothing, but I could take it off if you want?"

"No, no," I wave my hands, "I was just worried. If you were, um, a n- human woman then this would be a dangerous place to dress like that, you know? I underestimated you, that's all. It's very sexy. Really."

The leopard-girl squints and scrutinizes me. Then her nose twitches, and she gives another big nod, "Good! Thank you! I was thinking Master was appreciating this outfit, and indeed," she glances down to my pants and I nearly cover myself from instinct before remembering there's nothing to see due to my position at the moment. "Master does," she finishes with a coy purr... which is cut off as the teapot whistles, startling her, and then giving her something to occupy herself with.

Taking this respite, I take another set of deep breaths and try to calm down again. Arma's ears twitch in time with them; she definitely noticed, but does not comment.

"Here, Master," She says as she sets out a tray and awkwardly pours some tea into it. Arma's posture and delivery are rough, but even so her control over the pot is absolute and nothing spills from it. It looks more like she's just that good at controlling her movement than any sort of refinement. "this tea should help you gather yourself, and then we can talk through your nervousness." She blinks, slowly and languidly, then fashions me a bright smile filled with teeth, "And then I can kill its source, and we can be happy again!"

Arma's tone as she declares her intent, coupled with something about her posture, and something about her smile, and just... something sends a flash of something primal send a tremor through my body and I nearly drop the tea, prompting Arma to panic and reach over to steady me. I would say I recovered in time to tell her it was unnecessary, but before the thought could enter mind she was already embracing me from behind.

"What is it?" Her hands roam my body and poke and prode, "Did I say something wrong?" and she is in general much more in my personal space. "Are you hurt?" The sheer care and attention coupled with her nudity stir my member enough that my pants are starting to feel uncomfortable. I should answer her, but I can't. She even taps her cheek into mine, and frets over my hair. She really is kind of just a big cat.

"It's, um, it's fine." I manage to say, futilely trying to ward the cute, human-shaped apex predator off. In that moment, I felt like I was... falling. Like I'd just realized I was going to hit the ground, and all because of a stupid, sexy photo, and... It wasn't fine at all, but I can tell based off her concern that... Arma wasn't trying to scare me. She's just... intense. At everything. Especially me.

"Master is not fine." Arma declares, refusing me. "Master is terrified, and Master is hurting, and I would like very much this is not so but... even the tea I learned to prepare could not help." She's patting me restlessly on the shoulders. "What do I do?" Her plaintive, whining voice pulls at my guilt. I'm the one who made her this way, after all, even if she doesn't know it. She was just trying to help.

"I, um... I just... had a moment. It really will be fine." I try to assure, setting the tea-- oh. She already passed it to the table while I was distracted. Um, instead I turn in her arms and give her a hug, fighting the residual fear from that moment of primal terror down. "Um. There is nothing to kill, I don't think." Well, there is, but I don't want to die and I don't want her to either, "I was just... thinking back, and remembered a time I fell. It was... not a good fall. It'll be fine. As for the pain, that's, er, um... that's just my pants. You know. You can probably tell without looking, can't you?"

"Oh!" As I meet Arma's gaze, unnaturally still and focused as it was, I am just in time to see that focus break as realization dawns. "I see! I am glad that there is nothing to kill, even if I am sad that I cannot show you how good I am at killing something. But that is okay: Master is just too _attracted _to me. Master is just silly. Master is just horny! Hehehehe," She giggles, with her entire body, which is still tightly holding me close. Her grip relaxes and she separates us, then reaches down and rolls to present her ass my way again. Her tail flicks me in the face. "then let me distract you, from your distraction!"

I, uh... that is... Well. At this point, I'm not going to say no but... what a capricious creature, geeze.

Despite the terror moment, if anything the surge of adrenaline only made my problem worse so... I stop overthinking things, unbuckle my pants, and take Arma up on her offer. I enter her womanhood (I don't feel like testing my chances in the other area without... y'know) and it's not quite smooth and not quite rough - probably should've used lube or something, right? - but it feels nice. A lot nicer than doing it alone.

Arma losing herself in the moment and gleefully egging me on certainly helps. I'd like to say I lasted a while and we went at it all night long but... look, I was a virgin, and Arma is goddamn hot. It didn't take long to tire, but resting together and listening to her just... vibrate as she literally purred in contentment afterward?

That was worth it on its own. I can... sort everything else out later. For now, this bizarre situation is fine.