Author's Note

Kinks: Crossover (Kung-Fu Panda), Tigress, Horny Tiger, Aggressive Tiger, Vaginal.

Bodyguard duty can be dull

Master Tigress was having quite the boring day. Recently, the country Xinyue had sent an ambassador to meet with the ‘Princess of Friendship.’ She had been offered up (was the last one in the room, to be honest) to be the bodyguard to said ambassador when they had come to the temple to ask for one. Thus she had been sent to Ponyville with the ambassador, a pig by the name of Zi. The pig was a pig, and laid the compliments on thick, not that Tigress cared. She wasn’t interested. The closest interest she had was Po, and he was far closer to a brother than a romantic interest.

On getting to Ponyville, she’d been offered a room in the Princess’s palace. Thankfully far away from Zi. The downside was, while there, and in Ponyville-slash-Equestria in general, she really wasn’t needed. The bodyguarding was mainly for the way there.

So, the Master had time on her paws. Said time was spent wandering Ponyville. Many of Princess Twilight Sparkle's friends had tried to drag her into various things. Rarity wanted to have her try on dresses (Which she despised). Pinkie Pie was… too much. Rainbow Dash was fine, though she did want to challenge her to a paw race. Applejack was very welcoming, and punching trees to get apples was a fine alternative to her normal meditation and training. She had yet to meet Fluttershy, though, by the name, seeing that one might not happen while she was here.

So her days were normally spent wandering before one of Twilight’s friends dragged her off to do something. Hopefully today Rainbow Dash would take her out to go drinking.

She was wandering the one of the more residential areas of the town, when a scent caught her nose. It was sweet and faintly familiar. Was that catnip? She blinked. Where was that coming from?

She followed her nose. Not that she needed the catnip, she was just curious. She actually hadn’t properly experienced catnip since she was a kitten.

She moved a little faster, a cottage with an attached greenhouse quickly came into view. The scent seemed to be coming from the cottage itself.

It would be incredibly rude to just barge in. So she stopped herself, in spite of her lashing tail, and simply knocked on the door.

A few moments passed, before the door opened, having been answered by one of the stranger ponies she’d ever seen. He seemed to be some sort of hybrid between two types, though which she couldn’t name off the top of her head. His coat seemed to be light blue, with midnight blue stripes running through it. His hair was similarly striped and also standing up like a brush. He had wings, but they were those of a bat or a dragon, and his eyes were not unlike her own, slitted and adjusting to the sunlight.

“Ah,” he said in a deep voice, and smiled at her. “I had heard through the grapevine that Ponyville was to play host to some ambassador from a far-away land. Surely you must be one of them, come to grace my humble establishment with your presence and beauty.”

“What.” She blinked, her ears twitching a bit. “Ah, no, I’m just his bodyguard. Not that that means much here.” She shook her head. “Sorry for interrupting your day. I simply smelled something.”

“Well, if you smelled something interesting, it likely came from the shop or the greenhouse, so come in, let’s see if we can get you better acquainted with the source,” the stallion offered, standing to one side in the doorway. “I’m Nightshade, purveyor of all manner of plants, from the common to the more exciting.”

“Tigress.” She replied, stepping into the apparent shop and looking around. There were all manner of shelves holding potted plants, and a skylight besides, to give them natural light. A small counter held a cash register, and there was a door out the back of the room that seemed to lead towards the greenhouse.

The stallion closed the door and stepped behind the counter, looking at his customer. “So, what can I help you with?” he offered. “If it’s a common sort of plant, it’s likely out here. But if you’re in the market for something more rare, I have those too. I did travel a bit before setting the shop up properly.”

“Honestly… Catnip. Haven’t smelled it since I was a kitten.” She said bluntly.

“Ah, should have guessed,” the stallion chuckled. “Well I do have some of that, I will not lie. It’s kept behind the counter for an obvious reason, you are hardly the first feline race I have encountered. However, if you’re looking for merely the smell, there is an alternative to a plant that some regions consider intoxicating if imbibed.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow. “And what’s that?”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but from the sound of it, the smell is a particularly fond memory for you, yes?” the stallion asked. “If so, I have a more exotic plant in my greenhouse that might appeal. It smells different to everyone who comes near, reminding them of their most fond memory.”

“That sounds nice.” She nodded with a small smile. “Lead on.”

The stallion smiled and went to the door, opening it and leading the way to the greenhouse.

Instantly, when she stepped across the border, the humidity climbed and the temperature seemed to go up a few degrees. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to indicate some form of climate control.

“It took a pretty bit to get this whole greenhouse set up,” the stallion admitted as she looked around at the various plants that seemed to somehow notice their keeper coming into the room, their flowers and leaves rustling in an unfelt wind. “I must advise you not to touch anything I don’t point out as safe,” he warned. “Some of these plants simply aren’t if they’re handled improperly. I can think of one that’s poisonous to the very touch.”

She coughed a little and put her paw to her nose. “The scents are definitely strong here.”

“Some are meant to attract certain insects as a part of their pollination cycle,” the stallion commented as he led her past a few beds. “Some are meant as deterrents to keep predators away. Sort of a ‘eat me and you’ll regret it’ warning.” He paused in front of one flowerbed and knelt down, gently touching a plant that reminded her of lavender, but the flowers were all wrong. “And some just want to help people,” he said softly. “This one. It’s called Fondest Wish, I got it from Hollow Shades up north. Give it a sniff.”

She took her paw away and gave it a small sniff. Chills ran down her back. “That’s… nice.”

“Is it what you were looking for?” he asked, glancing at the tigress from the corner of his eye.

She nodded. “That will do. How much?” She looked at him.

“Give me five minutes to get a pot for you to carry it in,” he said, waving her back to the doorway. “It’s a fairly common request, so I grow quite a bit of it. Shouldn’t take me longer than that.”

“Of course, but I am now in your debt.” She nodded, glancing around as he left. After a few minutes, he rejoined he from the greenhouse, carrying a pot with one of the flowers in it, bobbing back and forth with his movements as he set it on the counter.

“Five bits and I’ll throw in the care instructions so you don’t kill it in the first week,” the stallion joked.

“My thanks.” She nodded. “Though I do know how to take care of most plants.”

The stallion merely raised an eyebrow in turn before questioning her. “How often would you water this one, and when would you do it?”

“Based off a guess, once a day in the morning. I could be wrong, as I tend to plants that normally need less water.” She gave a small shrug.

“Well, you’re half right,” Nightshade told her. “What would you add to the soil to make sure it got all the nutrients it needed, and when would you do that?”

“That.” She blinked. “I’m unsure.”

“It’d be dead in four days,” Nightshade deadpanned. “The exotic plants require special care. I would rather they survive.”

“A list would be appreciated.” She nodded.

“You can pay me back later, I’ll keep a tab open for you,” Nightshade joked again. He reached under his desk and pulled out a tome, flipping to a page. He then pulled out a blank page and lay it over the one of Fondest Wish, and tapped it three times. The blank page flashed before ink drew itself over the page, copying what lay beneath. He passed the fresh page of care instructions to the tigress, putting the tome away while she looked it over.

Huh. Water it a little in the morning and evening, to synch up with her sleep cycle. When she awoke and when she slept, for good dreams. And it required a simple mixture of one drop of honey in every spreading of slight layer of fertilizer once per week to stay alive.

He was right, she wouldn’t have guessed that.

“Thank you. I’ll do my best to keep it alive.” She replied, taking the instructions.

“Hardly an onerous task for that plant,” Nightshade noted. “You should see the feeding schedule for the Creeping Death.”

“What’s that, and for that matter, what’s Creeping Death?” She asked, raising a curious brow.

“A sort of ivy, I got it from the darker parts of the forest around Hollow Shades,” the stallion admitted. “I wanted to burn it all, but even I can admit it has some uses as a pesticide. It’s the plant I warned you about, that’s dangerous to the touch. And since it tends to kill things, it tends to use a variety of carrion as its fertilizer. I have to visit Miss Fluttershy weekly in order to keep that plant happy. She knows where the good kills are in the forest, due to her being an animal rehabilitator and living on the edge of it.”

“Oh, so that’s what she does. I’ve yet to meet her.” Tigress nodded.

“Anyways.” Nightshade smiled as he picked up the pot to hand to the tigress. “Enjoy the plant and keep it alive, I’ll keep a tab running for you to pay me back later for the instructions.”

“I didn’t intend to buy anything today, else I would have brought my coin pouch.” She explained. “I’ll be sure to return.”

“It’s fine, it gives me something to look forward to, besides your beauty,” Nightshade said with a smirk. “And helping out such a wonderful female is a treasure in and of itself, I find.”

She gave a slow blink and gave a noncommittal, “Mmmm.”

With that, she thanked the pony and left with her plant and instructions.

The way back to the castle was uneventful, and once back to her room at the palace, she checked the list and sent the plant on the table next to a window for some Sun. She made sure to put the list next to the plant.

Tigress simply stood and let her mind wander as the scent of the plant filled the room. It reminded her of her kittenhood. She absentmindedly lowered a paw and lightly played with a leaf.

The rest of the day was quiet, spent mostly in meditation, not that Princess Twilight tried to get her out of the room. She wasn’t antisocial, she just preferred time by herself. (And ponies were far too nosy.)

The morning was strangely a mental fog. Externally her senses were deadened, internally her thoughts were more so. She passed by the window on her way to her washroom, before noting the plant. Her brain registered catnip, thus she reached out a paw and plucked a leaf off. She casually brought it to her mouth and chewed on it as she made her way to the shower.

She swallowed the leaf and proceeded to shower. Which resulted in her mind finally unclouded.

Mid-shower, a thought occurred.

That wasn’t catnip.

She didn’t panic, Tigress never panicked. However, she did finish her shower faster than normal, as well as dried most of herself.

She hoped that a single leaf wasn’t poisonous, but, to be safe, she immediately made her way out of the castle with a purpose, ignoring the small dragon’s mentions of breakfast.

As she made her way through the morning lit streets, she started to feel… sensitive… in areas that she tended to just ignore. A quite annoying warmth started to grow between her legs, making her growl under her breath, startling more than a few ponies, causing them to quickly get out of her way.

The warmth grew into a damp heat that wasn’t exactly unpleasant, however Tigress wasn’t one to traditionally give into urges. Especially urges of the intimate kind.

(At least, that’s what she liked to tell herself before pawing at herself.)

She shook her head to try and clear the arousal haze. It really didn’t work, only causing her to jog to the botanist’s shop.

Once there, she virtually pounded on the door as she squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the slick dampness, and for the first time in awhile, it wasn’t disgusting or unpleasant.

“Open the door.” She mumbled to herself, clenching her paw to prevent it from dipping into her pants.

After a few moments, the door opened and the familiar face of the zebra-thestral hybrid looked back at her. “Oh?” he said, opening the door a little wider. “I didn’t expect you to come so early to pay me for the plant.”

“Is it poisonous?” She asked bluntly, in an almost snarl.

Nightshade blinked a few times before remembering what it smelled like to her, after which he smiled and shook his head. “No no, that’s a common question,” he said, to forestall her anger. “No, it’s not poisonous, but it’s extract can be distilled into a potent aphrodisiac.”

“I ate a leaf without thinking.” She said bluntly. “It’s making me irrational.”

“It’s probably making you horny,” the hybrid said, motioning her to step inside. “I can help brew something that would take your mind off of it, though it will probably have to wait a few more minutes. I was just beginning to take care of the plants.”

“Please.” She grunted, almost barging past him, before finding a chair and planting her butt in it. Her paws immediately clung to the arms as she squeezed her thighs together, looking generally grumpy.

True to Nightshade’s word, it took him a good half hour to finish up in the greenhouse, taking care of the myriad plants he had stored in there. By the time he did emerge from the back with a few cuttings and leaves to brew something, it had been thirty minutes of torment for the poor tigress.

She grumbled and growled to herself, the now pulsing heat between her legs demanded her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut as, slowly, a paw left the arm and dipped down to slide into her pants. Her pads barely touched her overly sensitive lips, and the results were like a lightning bolt through her nerves. She hissed a breath in, as a pad touched her bud with a dampened paw pad. “Nnuuhh…” She buzzed out a tiny groan.

It… had been a long time…

“I just have to brew something like tea with these leaves, and you’ll be like yourself in no time,” Nightshade said as he tapped a button, revealing an intricate glass apparatus contained in a secret compartment in the wall. Of course, with the return of the stallion came the return of the scent of a hard-working male, spicy and thick in the room and tantalizing to her nose.

Her eyes snapped open and she leapt out of the chair, pouncing on him. She panted, her eyes wild and full of need.

“Ack!” Nightshade said from his new position under her, the leaves he’d been carrying going flying. “Um. I mean that is an option too,” he said carefully. “But are you sure you want to-”

“Don’t care-” She panted as she roughly ripped her pants off of her, leaving the tatters next to the pair. “I need it-” She grunted as a drop of dew fell from her lower lips.

“Okay, far be it from me to argue with a pretty lady,” Nightshade joked. “If you’ll get up I can take my pants of-”

A paw snapped down and tugged the hem of his pants, ripping them off as well before she immediately straddled his waist. She kept a paw on his chest as her other paw quickly undid the buttons of her shirt. That too was quickly tossed aside.

“I take it I’m hosting a horny tigress until this passes out of your system,” the stallion observed, his length coming to hardness under the femme and pressing against her lightly.

Her hot lips pressed against his shaft. “Yes.” She grunted, grinding her wet lips back and forth over the length of his shaft.

“This is only a temporary cure,” Nightshade warned. “A more permanent one would be the brew I was preparing.”

“Later.” She huffed a pant as she pressed harder against his length, her juices slowly coating it.

“If you’re sure,” the stallion said, using his hands to grip onto her hips. “Then go ahead, I’ll voice no more objections to mating a beautiful femme like yourself.”

Her lips met his flared head, as her free paw gripped the shaft. With a grunt she pushed, somewhat roughly forcing the shaft into her hot, wet depths. She gasped out a breath as she pushed herself down his shaft, seemingly determined to take all of him.

She was tight, yet she had no problem stretching- even molding herself- around his cock. “Nnnmmph! Yes!”

“Then again, if you intend to stay with me,” Nightshade teased. “Maybe I just won’t make the antidote and keep you like this for as long as you can stand me. After all, what male would turn down a lay as fine as this?” He bucked his hips up, sending a little more of his shaft into her wonderful depths and enjoying the sensations. It had been a while for him as well.

“Think– mmph, you got the roles reversed.” She grunted, roughly pushing herself past his medial ring and causing a small bulge to poke out of her stomach. “You’re mine.” She stated as she slid her legs out from under her and put her paws on his shoulders as she dropped until her lips kissed his waist. There was only a second before she bounced and rocked, the shaft sliding quickly in and out of the hot slick pussy.

“You say that now,” Nightshade said, before showing off his tongue. Mainly by extending it until it was a few feet long and twirling between them. He then sucked it back in and waggled his eyebrows. “I bet I can make you sing if I go down on you,” he taunted.

“No gag- mmmph!- reflex.” She countered, dropping down to straddle him. Her lips dribbled her dew over his waist as a paw reached down to rub her pink bud. Her stomach flexed and she started to roll her stomach muscles. He felt her walls start to ripple. The tiger was milking him.

“And what happens when you start to swell with striped hybrids, hmm?” Nightshade teased, one hand going up to tease her modest chest. “Ponies are capable of crossbreeding with just about anything~”

“Sorry, can’t get pregnant.” She shook her head, letting his other shoulder go as her now free paw squeezed and kneaded at a breast. “Damage from a long time ago. Finish as many times as you want in me. You want kittens, find another cat, or pony. Don’t care.” She huffed, rocking a little against his waist.

Nightshade blinked a few times. “I could probably fix that,” he offered. “I have a variety of plants, I have a recipe for some elixirs, I could make one to heal any sort of damage you might have.”

“Prefer not to.” She huffed, squeezing him as she slowly dragged herself up, clenching the cock inside her even as she slowly dragged it out. “C-call me selfish. D-don’t really like children.”

“But I’m sure you like the idea of your body being even more sensitive,” Nightshade teased, his tongue flicking out to tease a nipple for a second…from his position on the floor. “And the idea of these swelling~”

“Not interested, stud.” She snorted with a smirk. “Get yourself a lady who wants to swell with kids.”

“But you’re right here, beautiful,” Nightshade fired back. “It’d be a crime if there wasn’t more of you for the next generation to admire.”

“One of a kind.” She grunted. “Again, not interested.”

“Pity,” the hybrid said, his hand that was teasing one of her breasts squeezing a little. “I had hoped to have kids one day. But clearly the big, strong tigress doesn’t think she can handle it.”

“Cute.” She smirked again, slowing her rocking a bit. “Gonna have to try better than that.”

Nightshade hummed, his hand leaving her breast to trail along her side and leg. “I can tell you keep in shape through training and effort,” he noted. “Martial arts?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She nodded, humming as she lightly rubbed herself and continued her slow rocking.

“Imagine teaching a few kids all your tricks,” the hybrid teased. “Passing on the wisdom you learned, what not to do.”

“Already do that unfortunately, when I have to that is.” She rolled her eyes.

“True enough,” Nightshade admitted. “But you’d get to choose here. It’d be entirely up to you how far to push them, and you’d get to be there for so many firsts. The first word, the first time they walked, and when they first did a difficult exercise to completion, you’d share in that, knowing it was your flesh and blood and that you’d be there to see them make you proud, over and over again.”

She blinked slowly before slowly dragging herself up.

Nightshade sighed. Guess he’d pushed too far. It was fun while it lasted.

Tigress kept his flare in, before she bent over a bit. A paw started to stroke his shaft. “I have to pay for whatever you were going to make. And it’d be rude to leave you here.”

“No no, clearly I’ve ruined the moment,” Nightshade sighed. “It’s fine, I’ll just make you your antidote and-”

She squatted, taking most of his cock while she quickly stroked from base to ring. “Shut. What do you need to get you there?”

Okay, so apparently he hadn’t ruined the moment entirely. The stallion sat up a little bit, before drawing the feline into a kiss…where he used his tongue to explore her throat.

She paused, blinking at the new sensation, before she shut her eyes and let herself slide all the way back down again. His hands found her hips and he thrust a few times himself, before his flared head began depositing his warm spunk as deep as it could possibly go into the striped feline atop him. And considering the last time he had done this was a while ago, there was a lot to give.

She grunted as she let him finish his thrusting. Her stomach swelled a little, it was warm, however she’d need to find a washroom to deposit it in when this was over.

Eventually he softened and withdrew from her depths, falling back to the floor under the feline, smiling up at her. “You’re still beautiful and I say it’s a right shame there aren’t more tigresses in the world,” he teased. “You’d be able to go overprotective parent on their prospective dates.”

“Maybe I’ll meet another one and send her to you.” She snorted, shaking her head as she picked up her shirt and redonned it.

“Nah, I bet they wouldn’t be able to do it half as well as you, miss martial arts,” Nightshade pointed out. “You wouldn’t actually hurt anyone, but I bet you’d put the fear of Celestia into them when they first showed up.”

“Think I already do.” She chuckled, bending over to grab what remained of her pants. After a few small tears she made something decent enough to cover herself.

“So do you still want that antidote?” Nightshade offered. “Like I said, this was only a temporary measure at best. As long as the bits of the plant are still in your bloodstream, you’ll still get horny again at irregular intervals.”

“I think I can manage, and if it gets too bad, I might come visit you again.” She chuckled softly.

“Well then,” Nightshade said, carefully levering himself up and using a hand to help the Tigress stand up more firmly. “I think that about covers payment for the plant in the first place,” he joked.

“You still need proper payment.” She shook her head. “I’ll be back later with proper payment.”

“If you insist,” Nightshade said. “I’ll see you then.”

Tigress was more than happy to get back to the palace. Thankfully noone made any comments on the way back to the castle. And once at the castle, it was easy to avoid everyone, as there really weren’t many people there. She deposited the stallion seed, before showering once again, and finding a new change of clothes. For the moment she felt fine, though the fling was… pleasant.

As she looked at the list while watering her plant, there came a knock at the door. She quickly set the list down and went to open it.

Zi stood on the other side of the door, in a quite nice western-style suit. “Ah, Tigress, good you’re here. I have wonderful news.”

“And what’s that, sir?” She asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Well, things are going so well with Equestria that we’re getting extra time.” The pig said with an elated grin.

She blinked. “Pardon?”

“We’ll be here another month, perhaps more if the Emperor wants it.” Zi said happily, doing a little happy dance. “Oh, it’s wonderful, Pinkie’s cakes are to die for!”

Tigress paused, thinking about Nightshade for a moment. She sighed softly. “Wonderful…”