Legend of Siberia

by Neoraichu

This story is rated 'M' for Gratuitous Kink. Tigress X 'OC'

WARNING: This is a strange tale, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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Tigress was traveling through the woods by herself. She was alone as all the other members of the Furious Five were busy with other assignments for Master Shifu. Even the Dragon Warrior was too busy to come along. Okay, Po was actually being punished for sleeping during training, and he really did want to come along with Tigress just to get out of his punishment, but Shifu would not hear of it.

Her mission was to deliver an ancient Kung Fu scroll to another master. A friend of Shifu's. She had to travel far to the north, up into the mountains. Far up into the snow and the cold. She had a fairly large bags of supplies, as the mission would take weeks and she didn't have the time to forage for food along the way.

The trip had been fairly boring for Tigress. There was only a few battles with the Croc bandits, boar soldiers, and forest monsters. Nothing she couldn't handle.

But the mountains were different. You can't punch an avalanche or kick a blizzard. The cold was insidious and more persistent than any attacker. Even the leather and fur jacket and pants that Shifu gifted to her seemed to make little difference (and don't even ask what kind of fur it was or where the leather came from. It's not important). And the glare from the snow was harsh, making it hard to see in many places where an ambush could be launched from.

She had already been traveling for two solid weeks at a brisk pace and gone through many of the supplies that Shifu had packed for her. The water was frozen, and would have burst the skin if it wasn't already mostly empty. He didn't think to give her any alcohol either, not that she was inclined to drink such things herself.

The only weapon she bothered to bring along was a nice solid walking staff with leather straps wrapped about it at the two standard hand hold positions. It was a bit rough from beating up bandits and monsters, but it was not going to break any time soon as far as she could tell.

Of course, her claws and teeth were always with her. She never trimmed her nails although she did sharpen them on occasion. It was convenient that she could retract the claws when not in use, although it did make her fingers fatter than she would like with the claws and the muscles dedicated to the extension and retraction of same, and therefore limit her ability to perform extremely fine manipulations.

Worst of all, the scroll was sealed and she had no idea what it said. Master Shifu assured her that the scroll was very important and it didn't matter if she knew what the scroll was about. It just mattered that she delivered the scroll intact to Master Yak.

She was fascinated at the prospect of meeting Master Yak. Master Shifu told her his Kung Fu Style combined elements of the Tiger and the Dragon both into a smooth and powerful Style all its own. She hoped that the Master would teach her a few of his methods and techniques as long as she was there. It was a dream of her to cross train and master additional forms of Kung Fu, and perhaps one day forge a style of Kung Fu all her own.

It was nice to be alone for once. There was no annoying chatter to distract her from the task at hand, especially from the likes of Po the Dragon Warrior. Master Monkey was almost as bad, but all the other members of the Furious Five were more talkative than she liked. She could swear his mouth was the only thing on him that worked consistently (other than the rest of his digestive system). The Panda Warrior was a non-stop chatter machine who gossiped worse than most of the elder women back at the village combined.

The mountain paths were narrow, and it wouldn't be hard to fall off one to a bone crushing death after falling hundreds of feet. The rope bridges were also old and a wonderful way to plunge to one's death. There was also the threat of rock slides and avalanches at any particular loud noise as well as the possibility of blizzards seeming to appear from nowhere. It seemed like there was many ways for one to die in the mountains, and she really wondered why anyone would bother trying to make a living let alone survive in the harsh conditions.

She then came across a broad ledge littered with large boulders apparently left over from a serious rock slide. It didn't seem hard to traverse and the rocks along the edge fell in many years before, leaving a pathway slightly wider than the path on either side of it. She figured she could skirt the rocks easily enough and continue on her way.

But then bandits emerged from hiding in the rocks once she was in the middle of the ledge. They wore crude leather armor, wood helmets, and long crude spears. She had never seen the like of such creatures before, as they were covered in rust red fur with white snouts and patches on their cheeks.

"Stand and deliver!" demanded one of the bandits.

"Who are you?" she demanded back, "Explain yourselves at once!"

"We are the notorious Red Panda Gang," he gloated, "and none pass these mountains without paying tribute to the likes of us!'

"Never heard of you," she muttered, "and I have no money to give."

"We'll take food, goods, or..." he said pausing to look her up and down, "other favors in exchange."

"Other favors?" she asked suspiciously.

"You're hot and female," he said lecherously, "and we're hot studly men. I'm sure you can figure out what I'm talking about, sister."

"Oh you disgusting bastards," she snarled, "I'd never consent to that!"

"We have you outnumbered fourteen to one," he warned, "You should speak to us more respectfully, little cat."

"I'm a tiger and I'd never judge you worthy of my respect."

"You're a tiger?" he asked looking at his buddies, "Doesn't she look a little small and stringy to be a tiger? And why is she red instead of white?"

"I'm a southern tiger, fool," she snapped, "not a Siberian tiger. There's a difference."

"You're still just a big pussy to us," he giggled, "and now I don't want to have to hurt a lady. Just give us what we want and you shall go unhurt. If we like you, we could just escort you to wherever you may be going. You look healthy, like you can stand a lot of... exercise, if you know what I mean."

"I'LL NEVER LET YOU TAKE ME WILLINGLY!"

"So she want to play rough. Subdue her and hog tie her once she's down!"

One on each side of her pulled out lengths of rope as the others moved in, spears at the ready. With spears out like they were holding them, they could only do one person on each side of her without taking the risk of falling off the ledge. They could easily end the battle if they forced her off the ledge as well, so she was very cautious.

Tigress leaped upwards when the first two thrust their spears low at her shins. Fortunately, she was bare foot, and her padded paws and retractable toe claws let her keep her grip on the trail in spite of the cold and ice. Once she landed, they were close enough to punch them in their faces. They staggered back, one nearly falling off the ledge if one of his companions hadn't grabbed him and pulled him back from the ledge.

"So you know a little Kung Fu?" sneered the leader, "You still won't defeat us. You still have a chance to just submit and we'll go easy on you."

"I'll never submit to the likes of you!" she snarled, "Never!"

"As you wish!" he replied, "Play rough with the kitty, boys! Men in front strike low and keep low! The one right behind reach over and strike high! She can't stop all four of your attacks at once!"

The attackers gathered their wits and closed in on her from both sides. They looked as dangerous as they could possibly manage.

She deflected the upper spear thrusts with her arms while twisting her legs in a bunny hop to avoid the lower spear thrusts. Unfortunately, the guards twisted and shifted their spears to slap her in the back when the spears between her legs were in the ideal position to trip her. She realized to her horror that she was falling over the ledge. Closing her eyes, she waited from the bone crushing landing at the bottom of the fall. A fall much further than she was trained to deal with safely.

She felt a rock smack her in the head as she fell over, causing her to tumble out of control. It hurt like hell and now she had no idea how she was facing when she going to hit the bottom. What met her was in fact not cold stone, but warm furry arms covering large hard muscles.

"You're safe, miss," said a deep yet somehow feminine voice.

She opened her eyes to see that she had been caught in the arms of a Siberian Tiger, and she was in fact larger than her by some degree in both height and weight.

"Thank you," she said as she gazed into her piercing green eyes, "who are you?"

"My name is Master Siberia," she replied, "and may I ask what a southern tiger is doing all the way up north like this?"

"I'm delivering a scroll to Master Yak at his shrine."

"I see. He is now properly addressed as Grand Master Yak, by the way. I'm one of his students. Perhaps I can help get you to the temple."

"I would appreciate it."

"Not that I doubt you ability to get there on your own."

"I would still gratefully accept you help."

"Thank you. There are too many who are too stubborn to accept help even when they need it."

"I..." stammered Tigress. In fact, she would have normally not taken help. She would have been to stubborn to accept help. This tigress was... somehow different. There seemed to be something about her that made Tigress want to accept her help.

She then realized that the other tigress was sniffing her face.

"You southern tigers do smell nice," she mused aloud.

"I'm not a baby," replied Tigress, "Are you going to carry me the whole way?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"I would."

Siberia let Tigress down onto her feet.

"Well let me lead," she said, "I know where I'm going."

"All right, lead away."