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Markus felt odd, looking into the mirror and seeing how he was dressed. He was generally the kind of guy to dress fairly normally for a guy, shirts and jeans, with his underwear almost exclusively consisting of boxers and jockstraps. But now, against his normal desires, mainly so he could really get the guy downstairs going, he had eschewed that look for something a lot more feminine.

Putting the finishing touches on his outfit, and noting how long he'd been gone, he let out a long sigh, making sure everything was in place, before making his way out of the bedroom so he could head downstairs, to where the otter was waiting.

Noah had been promised a surprise, and while he'd already taken full advantage of his and the tiger's mutual attraction, having unloaded in his muzzle right after he'd arrived, he was both curious and excited for what was to come. So now, waiting around in his underwear, the quite masculine lutrine sat on the couch as he heard the occasional bump and step from upstairs, until he finally caught notice of the patter of paws down the stairs, his eyes turning to the hall, and widening when he saw the tiger.

While he'd tried to drum up some confidence as he made his way down the stairs, when he got to the bottom, and noticed Noah looking at him, he couldn't help but blush under his fur. His usual clothes were nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with quite the cute little getup. Long, black, mesh stockings stretched across the length of his legs, helping to show off the lithe tiger's lower half. Rainbow arm warmers did the same for his upper half, covering his fore- and upper arm. For his neck, a cute, pink collar, with a little metal tag proclaiming him as a 'Slut', along with a similarly coloured leash dangling from it. And finally, around his waist was a short, black miniskirt, the tiger twirling around and lifting it up with his tail to show that his usual underwear was replaced with a black thong, one that left nothing to the imagination.

He moved forwards to stand in the living room, but it took a few moments for Noah to actually react, staring almost slack-jawed, his previously spent erection throbbing to life in the form of quite the sizeable bulge in his underwear. After a good thirty seconds spent taking it in, the otter grinned wide, getting up off the couch to make his way to the tiger, one paw slowly roaming over his chin and neck, while the other took hold of the leash. "You did this all for me? Rrr... You're a good little tigress, aren't you?"

He bristled a bit, never having liked it when referred to as a girl, but there was a certain way that the otter said it, something about how degrading it sounded, that made him squirm. A gasp escaped Markus's lips as the hand at his neck went further down, roaming across his scantily clad body until it reached under his skirt, to his thong, and then pushing past it to stroke over the tiger's slick slit, the feline's lack of cock quite evident like this. "A-ahh... Wanted to do something special..." Markus whined, the otter relentless in how he teased over his sensitive lips, grinding his thumb against his clitoris and eliciting such delightfully submissive noises.

"Well, I think you succeeded, my slutty girl. You're so wet and needy for me, aren't you? You're loving this deep down, aren't you?" He pressed his finger in slowly, rotating around at an equally leisurely pace, until he was able to hilt it inside of him and teasingly stroke his inner walls. "Once I've got you nice and ready, I'm going to pin you to the couch and breed you, my little whore. And I'll make sure to film it so I can show you off later." A tug of the leash made sure the tiger knew his place, and he could do little but take his teasing.

Every moment spent opening him up, making him squirm, was pure delight to the otter, especially seeing him dressed up like this, doing what he didn't like to properly please him. Slowly, he slid his finger out, tugging down his underwear so he could firmly grind himself against Markus, to tease at his folds and press his length against his entrance, all while that messy, sticky digit pressed into his bitch's muzzle. "Taste how needy you are. Fuck, I don't think I've ever seen you wanting it this bad." Markus dutifully sucked it clean, muffled gasps being forced from him with every movement the otter made, every comment. He just wanted the teasing to stop, for Noah to go at him. And soon enough, he got his wish.

Noah gave him a bit more time to enjoy his own taste, before grabbing him by the neck, giving him a light squeeze, and then pushing him over to the sofa, almost tossing him down onto his back and grabbing his phone. Getting atop the tiger, he made sure his skirt was lifted enough for the camera to capture his dick pressing firmly against the feline's pussy, thong still on, just tugged to the side for access. "Beg for it, tigress. Beg for me to pump you full."

Markus was aching for it, desperate to be fucked, but the otter continued to make him wait. Now, he had to tell him, and the camera, just how much of a slut he was. And honestly, that was a small price to pay. "Please, sir, I need you to breed me. I, hrff... I need you to sink deep inside and fill me up with your thick cum. I-I wanna be your good girl." He gasped out, that last phrase being just enough for the otter to relent, aiming himself at his opening and, working his hips forward, sinking into the very familiar cunt. Both let out satisfied groans, though Markus's ended up somewhat higher pitched, given that he was the one being fucked here, and he'd been brought to the edge already.

"Heh, no matter how much I fuck you, you're still snug. Your hole's perfect for me, isn't it?" He tugged himself back, putting the phone between his chin and chest for a moment as he grabbed the tiger's legs, taking a moment to feel those stockings and snicker, before moving them up and back, towards the feline's head, until he'd put him into a mating press. Grabbing hold once again of the leash, Noah watched as Markus grabbed hold of his legs, nodding as he sank in again, growling out now that he was able to properly fuck that cunt.

For now, nothing needed to be said, both of them communicating simply with glances, grunts, or the occasional clench or twitch. Given the previous teasing, Markus was pretty close to making a mess already, and Noah was encouraging that quite insistently with the angle at which he was thrusting. Relentless in his rutting of the submissive tiger, he tugged on his leash just as he pushed in deep, forcing his length even further into that passage, and eliciting a very loud whimper from the feline. Just as he'd expected, he was quick to feel his snatch wrapping around him tighter, accompanied by a flood of fluids as the tiger came around him, providing even more lube to fuck him with, and a period of those muscles clenching around him.

"F-f-fuuuuuck..." The tiger cried out, forced to watch as his pussy was violated, bred by the dominant otter, and made to cum around him. He was still shivering even as he came down, Markus's yelps growing in frequency as his sir went at him even through his sensitive period, making sure he was squirming. "God, I fucking love getting bred by you, sir!"

All he got in response was a snicker at first, the otter teasingly pulling out just to see how much of a frothy mess his pre-cum and the tiger's fluids had made, making sure to keep him whimpering with a few, forceful grinds against his clit. Now that he'd gotten him to cum once, it was time for the main event. Tugging on the leash once again, he dropped the phone to the couch, before grabbing Markus and turning him over onto all fours, the phone placed perfectly to film a close-up of the potent breeding he was to receive. "Gotta knock you up properly, tigress." With that as his only warning, he aimed back up to the feline's entrance, before sinking in again, smacking the feline's ass as he fucked him under his skirt.

Now pinned under the otter, made to feel the force of a proper breeding, the tiger had lost any ability to speak, in favour of his vocal cords shaping to form moan and whine and whimper after one another. He was a very loud little bitch, and it was easy to take advantage of that. Noah, now not having to hold his phone, was able to properly slam into him, Markus feeling his dick twitch every so often, all in time with the otter imagining taking the tiger dressed like this out in public, finding somewhere to rut him in those sexy, feminine clothes.

He went on for a while, both of them having experience of the otter's stamina, and how long he could keep up a good, deep fucking. But as time went on, his thrusts grew more erratic, his grip more forceful, and his growls even deeper. The sound of his balls smacking against the tiger's pussy was punctuated by his partner's moans, both desperate and thankful in tone for the thorough breeding he was giving, and the filling he would soon receive.

Finally, with Noah's thrusts as quick and as frequent as they could be, he let out a possessive growl, tugging his slut's leash and moving to whisper in his ear. "Get ready, girl, about to knock you up." He snarled, the otter ramming in and hilting deep inside as his orgasm spilled forth, those heavy balls unloading quite the potent load of cream deep inside the tiger, his only response being to push back and groan, needing it to be as deep as possible. The otter kept himself hilted for most of it, only pulling back to start thrusting slowly, wanting to churn up his cream inside that snug, slick passage, and make sure that every inch was coated with his seed.

Once it tapered off, he gave one last smack to that striped rear, before slowly pulling out, pushing the tiger's front down to help keep it all inside of him. Grabbing his phone, he stopped the recording with a grin, before getting up off the couch as if to go clean up, only to make his way to the tiger's front, grabbing him by the head, and forcing his muzzle against that sticky, otter cock. He took a few pictures, both with it drooling over the bridge of his muzzle, and, once he'd opened up, with it deep inside, getting cleaned off properly, and once done, he tugged out and moved to laze on the couch, patting Markus's rear.

"You're doing that again, you know. Don't think I've ever cum that hard inside you." The feline responded only by lifting his head, chuckling lightly, and turning his body so that he was on his back and able to face him.

"Maybe... Didn't expect to like that as much as I did." He admitted, looking down to see a slight dribble of seed escaping him, the rest quite well-packed. "Especially being called your tigress." In the afterglow, he grimaced a bit at the word, no longer liking it as much now that he wasn't in the moment, but he had to admit that the degradation had worked at getting him off. As he moved to stand up, the otter tugged at the leash once again, making him lay back down. "What?" Noah responded with a wide grin.

"Now I'm taking you to the cinema."