Colorized by the lovely FenghuangQilin and drawn initially by the wonderful seasaidh

NSFW original is here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12943298/

This picture shows a proud huntress who decided her newest catch, a human that fell from the sky, is not just some meat.
And as in her ancestral home under the polar mountain ranges, under the rule of the Church of the Mother, the clergy would sooner or later have stolen her catch from her, she decided to follow the example of the goddess who was known to roam the world at her leisure to learn and discover, to feed both her body as well as her mind.

As a caption you may think of:
"You said 'kiss my ass' to the priestess before you used the chair on her head.. As I understand your language, that means... do something to you.
So, what is this 'kiss' and what is 'ass' ?"
"Ah.. Well, a kiss can be applied in many places. and maybe I should first show you just what a kiss is before going into the other details..."

And so , looking at each other he slowly moved his face closer to her muzzle, thinking himself half suicidal to get so close to a creature that did not consider him food only because she picked him out of his wrecked aircraft, something which none of the others of her kind were willing or able to believe.
She held still, eyeing him curiously come closer, and when his lips touched her muzzle like a warm wind in spring, the laborious study of the human art of kissing began.
She was a good pupil, and he a good teacher.

She met males of her own species only as screaming, frothing berserks, and despite that always felt heavy hearted having to kill them.

This male however is civil, intelligent, yes, even fun!
Just think of it - he can change colors!
Blue if left without protective coating in the cold, and red when touching him whilst he's nude!
A remarkable trait!
And he solved a problem she often thought about and never found a solution to:

To use ones claws or fangs against a priestess means death.

This remarkable small male used a chair and whacked it over the priestess head, stunning her.
As he did neither use his claws nor teeth, he did not assault the priestess in a manner the goddess could find despicable.
Even she herself tried it on the downed priestess before they left again, to know how it works, and as the goddess didn't strike her down, obviously it must've met her approval.
He said that it's two weeks walk south to reach a country where there are wild animals to prey upon for food, animals she heard that the most successful huntresses manage to catch maybe once or twice in their lifetime.

One of the ironclad rules, in the deep bunkers under polar mountain ranges in which the Church survived the nuclear holocaust they themselves initiated, is that you cannot strike a Priestess with your claws or bite her as you will burn to ashes.
Having quite impressive bodily weapons with their fangs and claws, it's all the tigresses instinctively use.

Most of the Priestessess wear a shockbelt which discharges a stunning impulse when somebody approaches swiftly within 20 centimeters - one handspan - of the Priestess.

A chair is not a person, and swinging the chair on two of its legs the human was more than a meter away when he whacked it over the high priestess head.

As the goddess did not strike him with lightning ( the shockbelt ignores objects as not to endanger its wearer when the wearer falls or fetches an objects ) and he did not violate the word of the law by not clawing or biting her, this huntress thinks the human, or rather "my catch", to be a gift from the goddess to her personally for always having obeyed the goddess laws.