Into the tiger's den...

You walk through the familiar sterile steel halls of your father's underwater facility, the only home you've ever known, and your feet already know where you're going before you even think you know. Of course, you'd already figured that, if you were doing this, you might as well go in order. Which meant that your next stop would be Subject B-1 or, as you called her, Risa.

You found your way through the halls and to the steel sliding door that led into Risa's room. You knocked lightly on the door, deciding caution was probably the best way to go here. Risa had some...mischievous tendencies, after all.

"Risa? You there?", you call, even as the door slides open on its own to reveal nobody on the other side, leaving you looking into a wide open room that seemed empty. Just Risa's quarters, filled with workout equipment, her plush bed and an entertainment center where you saw a stack of old cheesy action movie DVDs stacked. Yep, this was definitely Risa's room...but where was she?

"Risa? Hey, it's me, Dirk.", you call, using the name that you'd come up with to use instead of Dietrich, thinking that Risa would like that as she'd been the one to help him come up with it, "I'm back. I figure you know why too. You know, the whole Dad in a jar thing, right? So, yeah, anyway, I'm here to see you and..."

You walk into the room step by slow step and, as you do the door slides shut suddenly and you turn around with a start...only to find yourself being faced with an orange, black and white blur that tackles you and rolls on the ground with you in a heap. You give a short cry of surprise as you find yourself tumbling and rolling until, finally, you end up on your back. And, on top of you, straddling your hips, is Risa.

Risa, so named from the Siberian tiger species name (tigRIS Altaica) much like Erin was named from her own, was the second of your father's genetically engineered super soldiers. After Erin was created with much success, your father decided creating another subject that was more suited to combat would be good. A predator that could hunt and destroy, he had said. And what better to use than the Siberian Tiger, a consummate hunter in its own right?

And so Risa had been born when you were ten and, much like Erin, you thought of her as family. She was a bit brasher and cockier than Erin, but you'd loved her just the same. You'd often ended up play wrestling or watching old kung fu movies together and she'd been a great playmate, up until she'd grown out of her pre-adolescent stage and become a teenager. Then she'd become a bit more like the big sister that loved to tease you and pick on you. That had been annoying, but you still loved her despite it. It was just who she was, after all.

Which was why it wasn't too surprising for you to find yourself on the ground with her on top of you, her sleek and athletically muscled body looming over you. Unlike Erin, Risa had fur almost all over her body, orange with black stripes mostly save on her chest, belly, face and palms where there was more downy white fur. The fur was short and soft to the touch and only seemed to accentuate her sleek form. Where Erin was broad and powerful muscle, Risa was wiry and lithe tone. She was a feline, through and through, every movement she made making her seem at once relaxed and poised to pounce at any moment.

She was your height, like Erin, but of similar build to you with a slender, lithe form. Her hips were touched with a slight but feminine curve, her rear was tight and firm and she possessed modest B-cup breasts that were perky and tip-tilted. These features of her body were barely hidden by what was little more than a black sports bra and matching boy shorts that she wore, making you think that your father somehow spliced a liking for form-fitting clothing into the girls. You wouldn't be surprised, really.

Risa looked down at you from her place atop your body, her hands pressing against your chest (her retractable claws thankfully sheathed) and her wide golden feline eyes looking down at you with playful mischief. Her face, mostly human save for the whiskers that grew from either side of her nose and the ears that were atop her head growing out of blazing red pixie cut hair, was touched with a teasing grin as she met your gaze and wiggled slightly atop you.

"Gotcha, D.", she laughed as she looked down at you.

"Yeah, I can see that. Uh, care to explain why?", you ask with a smirk.

"I thought you'd like bein' greeted this way. Isn't this the way that tiger in those comics you used to like when you were a kid greeted his friend at the door?", she asks.

"What? Comic...are you talking about Calvin and Hobbes?", you ask with a chuckle, unable to believe she remembered how you used to read those books collecting those old comic strips back when you were younger.

"Yeah, that one! This is just like that, right?", she says with a laugh.

"Well, mostly. Just a couple of things are off."

"Really? What's that?"

"Well, first, Hobbes wasn't female. Second, he would get Calvin right when he opened the door. And, third...", you say, moving your hands to grip Risa's hips loosely, "I'm pretty sure Hobbes didn't straddle and start rubbing his ass up against Calvin's crotch when he pounced him. I think I'd remember that. Would have made the comic a lot different."

Risa grins at you at that, having indeed been rubbing her ass into your crotch with slow sways of her hips atop you, and then moves her tail, which had been wrapped about her waist up until now, to brush against your hands at her hips teasingly. "Yeah? Well, I'm also guessin' that Calvin wasn't comin' home to fuck Hobbes good and hard like you're here to do with me, ain't that right?", she remarks with a predatory light flashing in her eyes.

"Ah. Heard about that, did you?"

"Heard about it?", she said and then leaned down so that her face was bare inches from your own, her breath warm upon your skin as she whispers, "It's all I've been able to think about since the old man sent Erin to nab you. I've been really lookin' forward to it, D."

Her purred words send a thrill through you that has your cock growing harder than it already was against Erin's pert ass. She feels this and it makes her purr all the more as she rocks herself against your hardening cock.

"Looks like I'm not the only one lookin' forward to this either.", she teases, letting her rough feline tongue slip out of her mouth to flicker against your lips, "But, lemme tell you, D. You might be the new boss around here...but I'm a predator, a hunter. I take what I want. That means I'm gonna be takin' you...just...how...I...want."

You feel like you should probably argue about that, but, with Risa's sensual purr and the feeling of her giving you a semi-lap dance, you find it difficult to do so. Letting Risa take you how she wants sounds just fine to you, under these circumstances!