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SUBJECT: OPERATION RED SCARED

OUTPOST ZULU

AUGUST 15 1961

OPERATIVES: CLASSIFIED

OBJECTIVES: SECURE COOPERATION OF [REDACTED] BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

The door to the cell whined on its track. Supplies weren't often routed to Antarctica and what oil was included in the drops went to generators and snowmobiles, not squeaking doors. The meals were the most precious parts of the drops, providing rare times when the skeleton crew could eat meat and fresh vegetables. The other eleven months of the year were spent consuming jerky and rations. The vodka so thoughtfully smuggled from Mother Russia was a treat often included not only for the benefit of the Americans but their prisoners; a taste of potato liquor from home could be more compelling than even the most protracted torture.

The white tiger, code name Tau, his real name squirreled away in his file like everyone else associated with black ops, was the master of operations when it came to working secrets out of Russkis. Tau did what his country asked him, no more, no less, but whether or not he could get what was needed without removing teeth and breaking bodies, he always chose the path of least resistance. He was not a monster even if the name Tau was a tall horror tale at the Kremlin.

The burly tiger could have passed for a Russian had he learned the accent to go with his flawless Russian. Tall and green-eyed, strong in the jaw with a body built up from years of honest work, Tau was what any good American man aspired to be and what no good woman could resist - but the prisoner in his care was not a good woman. If what Tau heard was to be believed, she was very bad. Was she bad because of her deeds or because of the flag she carried? It was never Tau's place to wonder.

She looked up when the door squealed open. She had come to hate that sound. "You return," said Katja softly. Just as Tau's American accent pervaded his perfect Russian, Katja's thick Siberian accent painted every word of English she spoke. It was not a voice anyone expected to come out of a demure snow leopard. With the right outfit, Tau thought, she could look just like the Girl Next Door, as American as apple pie.

"So I do," Tau concurred. He took the folding metal chair propped against the wall, unfolded it and sat down opposite her. The leopard was seated on her bed, her ankle lashed to an eyelet on the floor by a short length of cable which looked like a thick, black clothesline. "How are you liking your room, Kat? Can I call you Kat?"

"You can, as I believe they say in America, eat shit, my friend." Katja smiled jauntily and Tau couldn't help but smile back. This was his fourth session with Katja and, darn it, he liked her. She did not beg and had no notions about escaping or being set free, and she wasn't hard on the eyes, not at all.

"I already did, I think. Those rations sure aren't made of food." He grinned back at her smile. "Come on, Katja. You've seen what happened to the others we gave back."

The leopard snorted. "Claws ripped free. Teeth extracted. I believed Americans to be above such barbarism until I saw the men for myself."

"Duty calls," Tau said, throwing his paws up. "They had secrets. I'm the one who has to dig them out. All of them spoke eventually, one way or another. The question is this: what's your breaking point going to be, Kat?"

"I am prepared to suffer and to die," Katja said at once with admirable steel in her voice. Tau was sure he even saw her back straighten. And good god, did her breasts pop even in the ill-fitting olive drab jumpsuit she wore as a prisoner. "I am afraid I must disappoint you."

Tau thoughtfully hummed. "All right, Kat. I really didn't want to do this." He stood up, leaving the chair where it was. He walked to the door, moving so he kept his eyes on hers not because he expected her to make a daring move, but because he wanted to see her expression. One of his heavy striped fists pounded the door and he said, "Bring it in." Katja did not flinch for him. God damn, she's ice cold. This'll be fun.

The door opened and in came another one of the American pigs, this one a bear who rarely spoke to Katja yet seemed always to be undressing her with his eyes. He carried a tray covered with a large plastic bowl. A familiar scent began to fill the cell. He stepped close to Katja, brown eyes leering at her, face otherwise impassive as he set the tray on the stiff bed beside her. He left as abruptly as he came in and Tau shut the door after him.

"Go ahead," the tiger said, retaking his chair. "Have a look."

Her face showed a wrinkle of doubt when she lifted off the plastic bowl. Beneath was a sight that caused her frigid heart to feel a pang of homesickness. In a shallow bowl was a somewhat sloppily-prepared serving of beef stroganoff and on a plate beside it were a trio of cabbage rolls, also somewhat sloppy yet infinitely more appealing than the ration scraps she had eaten for the last two weeks of her captivity. She looked at Tau, her eyes narrow with distrust.

"Why?" she asked sharply. "Do you think this ingratiates you to me?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "Either way, eat. You haven't been eating enough." Don't make me get nasty with you, Kat.

Katja's face was lovely under any circumstance. Tau believed she could retain that almost unbearable loveliness through mud and blood and sweat. It might even enhance her stony Russian features. The petulant wrinkle atop her snout and the scowl on her lips made her look younger, however, almost like a brat of a child, and Tau suddenly found her very cute. He struggled to keep the grin off his face.

"Who are you," she spat, "to worry for my health? Afraid I may die before I can betray my country?"

"Yeah, that's a pretty big part of it," Tau said, chuckling. "Look, just eat, would you? Either you eat that, or I will, and you can have whatever crap in a can we have in the cellar. It's as simple as that."

The snow leopard looked at the food again. Steam rolled off of the meals. She picked up the fork, had a brief fantasy of jamming it into the tiger's eye, and then began to eat quietly. Tau noted the speed with which she ate. This was not trained gluttony as some prisoners showed, eating quickly in case the warden decided to take it away from them; Katja was savoring the tastes of a home she likely would never see again.

"I'll be back in a second," the tiger said, and left her alone.

When Tau came back five minutes later, Katja had cleaned out both dishes. She blotted her mouth with the sleeve of her jumpsuit then looked up at the American with an expression of mild guilt. "You gave me no napkins," she muttered.

"You're wearing one, from the looks of it," Tau sneered. She was beginning to scowl at him when he opened his coat. The snow leopard's eyes fixed upon the distinctive butt of his 1911 pistol. Tau pulled a bottle from his inner pocket which drew her attention away from the gun.

The tiger plucked the cork from the bottle with a claw. It was still pinned to his digit like an olive when he took a sip of the colorless, but certainly not odorless liquid inside. "Mm. This is the good stuff, Kat," he said pleasantly. "Care for some? Bet it'd wash down that food better than water."

The antiseptic smell of vodka was unmistakable even to untrained noses. Katja stared at Tau, not the bottle, tail warily flicking. "Food has not worked, now you turn to drink?" She smirked and held out her fingers, then splayed them. Claws, which were kept short and blunt on all prisoners, nevertheless protruded from her fingers. "Won't you remove my claws one by one until I crack for you?"

Tau sipped the vodka again before offering it to the girl. "Take it," he said impatiently. "You know what I think? I think you're not going to talk no matter what I do. Why should I tear you up?"

Katja reached out cautiously but snatched the bottle from Tau when her tentative paw was close enough. As if it were a posy, she indulgently smelled the mouth of the bottle before having a gulp of it. "Excellence," she declared, and sighed. For the first time she looked at Tau with softer eyes. The look was gone in a flash, replaced with the caginess which had come to define her. "And I suppose you are correct. You would still do it for the pleasure of it."

"Don't get me started on pleasure. I don't enjoy what I've done to your boys," Tau said, fibbing only a little bit. "And I don't want to do it to you." The tall white tiger took the empty tray and confirmed to himself that the fork was there. He set it in the corner where her tether wouldn't reach and came back to sit beside her on the cot.

Katja stayed where she was and looked up at Tau, caution ruling her gaze again. She thumbed the bottle, rubbing frost off of its glass. Tau had never known her to fidget.

"Spy games don't suit you, Kat. But you'd like it in America. I wouldn't mind showing you where I grew up."

"Spare me," the leopard dryly said. She took another drink of the vodka then eyed the cork on Tau's thumb claw. He plucked it free and handed it to her. "I've no place in your land or my own. Not after being captured. You'd be doing me a favor by killing me, it would spare me the gulag."

Tau's burly arm curled around Katja's back, paw clutching her hip. She tensed beneath his touch and he knew that her claws, truncated and blunt though they were, had come out. "Much as I love my country, she's got problems, you know. Papers can be faked, names plucked out of thin air."

Katja humorlessly laughed. "You would give me asylum in America, would you? And be hung as a traitor, I assume."

"Actually, traitors get the firing range. Rope is expensive," Tau said with a wink. "But the great thing about hanging is you get one hell of a hard-on before you go."

The leopard scowled, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She tried to pull away from Tau but he held her close. "Horrible," she admonished. "Horrible."

Tau's paw squeezed the leopard's hip. Unlike his eyes which saw only the frumpy jumpsuit, his fingers blindly felt the beauty underneath it. Katja was a woman worth bending the rules for. It had been so many months since he had had sex and he did not participate in the rampant homosexuality his fellows silently resorted to. Tau was unflappably straight; his grip and a worn-out dirty book did the trick.

"You have to be lonesome out here, Kat," he said, speaking down in the cup of an ear. "I fed you. I gave you a little taste of home. Now I'm offering you a chance to start over."

The beautiful Russian's eyes stared without focus at the door. It was of no interest to her; she was gazing at the horizon beyond it. She lifted the bottle to her lips and had another drink from it, this one quite indulgent, then snugged the cork into the mouth.

"And now you offer me companionship. For your own selfish needs, I am sure," she said without reproach. "It is the vodka speaking. Yes. I am lonesome," she said, leveling her gaze on him. In her eyes he saw a naked sentimentality the frigid, sober Katja would never express. "I will offer my secrets to you when I am a free woman. Safe in America, reported as dead to my government."

The tiger's smile was immediate and warm. Score one for the pacifists, he thought, still holding a pawful of Katja's hip. "You might have to bait the hook first. Tell us something, give the brass a reason to consider your transfer and asylum, but you're a smart woman." He winked. "I think you'll make the right choice."

Katja set aside the bottle. She pulled down slowly on the zipper of her jumpsuit. Olive drab gave way to bare fur as soft and white as powdery snow. Her breasts were large on her small frame but proved to be barely a pawful each when the tiger wrapped his fingers around one. His thumb played across the pert pink nipple, giving it gentle strums as if he were playing an instrument. Katja's croons were nearly musical.

The girl nuzzled into the neck of her American interrogator. She felt the rhythm of arteries under fur and flesh. She wondered if it would be possible to rip his throat out. For sure the retribution would be swift, but what did that matter? Just as well I do not, thought Katja, her thoughts flowing faster in Russian than in English. Would a life in the United States be so bad? To think I took this assignment to erase the dishonor of my father's betrayal. Does the Politburo ever truly forgive? She did not believe they did no matter how much they told her to the contrary. No debts would be erased. Whether her mission succeeded or failed, she would be rounded up as a dissident for the actions of her father.

The vodka boiled Katja down to the anger and bitterness she felt for her homeland. It was easier to give into lust than to confession; her existence had always been one of action, not sentimentality. It held true now especially when she slid a hand between Tau's thighs, clutched his groin in steady fingers. His erection was only just beginning.

"Go right for what you want," Tau obligingly said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"I have found it," she growled, reverting to her native tongue. "I have never had an American. Is it true? Are you deviants?"

Tau grinned. He joined her in her Russian. "To us, you're godless deviants, but I assume you mean sexually." His fingers stole under the deep v-shape of her opened jumpsuit, claw tips tracing the mound of her pelvis. He unabashedly savored the warmth of her vulva which was especially hot on her already warm body. "Some of us do. Some of us just like plain old missionary."

Katja hissed, pursing her thighs. She kneaded his groin. "And you?"

"I'm a demon," Tau answered, his baritone voice a rumble down in her ear. "I'm a lion tamer, girl. I'll make you obey."

"Make me obey," Katja snorted, but grinned. The idea appealed even if the language seemed cliche. "Make me obey, then," she challenged him. "Tame me, if you think you can do it."

Tau's fingers plunged into the snow leopard's vagina, the claws fully retracted, the fingers stabbing like knives. Around his digits, Katja grew tight in reflex. Her body as a whole tensed and she hissed, baring teeth. A paw clamped down snugly on Tau's groin, gripping the hard stalk of his penis.

"Work that cock," Tau grumbled in English, flitting his tongue down in her ear. His digits pumped her, fingerfucking her tight Russian pussy. "Do you like it rough? Do you want it to hurt?" the tiger asked.

"Sex is a visceral experience," Katja answered, her voice cryptic, smile thin and eyes hateful purple gems. Her paw gripped down upon Tau's penis, squeezing it so harshly that her interrogator huffed. This small amount of power over Tau was intoxicating. She dragged her rough tongue over his neck and his chin, apprising his most vulnerable spots once more. She believed to do so was only natural for her, a leopard.

Tau's digits curled within Katja to form a beckoning gesture. His fingertips dragged across the ceiling of her vagina and pressed skillfully into the cluster of nerves which made up the g-spot. Evidently the snow leopard had never been stimulated like so because she mewled and pursed her thighs together, ears going flat at the same time. What little power she had was stripped away by the bliss of the pleasure.

"That-, that is-," Katja murmured, merely rubbing Tau through his trousers now. "You are very good."

The tiger missed the aggression but liked her submission even more. He nudged into her g-spot for a second round of rubs and the girl tightened up around him with a hiss in her throat. When he pulled back his wet fingers, he cooed, "I can do a whole lot more than that. You like your sex visceral, you said? Lemme show you how I do visceral sex."

Katja sat shivering, but not from the cold of her cell. She watched with unguarded surprise as Tau unlocked her tether. "You trust me?" she asked warily. There was a ragged edge to her voice. Tau guessed it had to do with how horny she was now.

"I don't fuck anybody I don't trust," the tiger answered, slipping off his coat and setting it in the corner. Katja watched him; she hadn't forgotten about his sidearm. "Besides, you can't head for America in chains, right?" He winked, grinned.

The snow leopard shrugged off her jumpsuit. It pooled around her hips until she stood, and then it fell to the floor, its oversized pantlegs sliding off her lithe frame with room to spare. It evoked a strange feeling in her to be nude now of her own volition and not for a shower or a medical exam. Tau was the first American who she wanted to view her naked body.

The American slid down his pants. He wore boxers under them. Long underwear were the regulation but he couldn't stand the itchy cotton. The stiff root of his penis tented his boxers, pointing at Katja's nude body like a dowsing rod aiming towards water. A smile which was almost innocent spread across his muzzle. "Christ. You're beautiful."

She blushed. The naked honestly got to her in a way the dirty remarks could not. She folded her arms but didn't cover her breasts. "Show me what you can do," she quietly said. "Your visceral sex."

Tau had so many ideas - and so much time to act on them. Even more if he convinced her to defect with him. He cupped her chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her on the lips. It surprised her more than the fingers or the general kind behavior. Gently she kissed back, opening her lips for Tau. The tiger's tongue brushed past them and invaded her smaller mouth, overwhelming her tongue in what felt like a very one-sided and brief wrestling match. The buzzed leopard was only too glad to be the submissive for Tau. She leaned into him with a purr rumbling in her breast.

Burly tiger paws clutched Katja's behind. Her cheeks were round and soft, a flawless ass if Tau had ever seen one. She wanted it visceral and to Tau, the word evoked adjectives such as nasty, strange, and bizarre. He slid his fingers between the cheeks and nudged the pucker of her anus. Its soft, virginal flesh tensed and the leopard winced, pulling away from the kiss but not from Tau. "That is disgusting," she muttered in Russian, her cheeks hot as embers. "Degenerate American."

"Guilty as charged," Tau cheerfully replied as he pushed against her anus with a dry finger. "We'll come back to that," he said with a grin, watching her face for any sign of disappointment as he pulled away from her bottom. He thought he saw a hint of it.

Tau let go of the girl and she stared at him, her eyes narrow and questioning, but her scent was high and her thighs suspiciously pursed. He picked up the flexible tether from the floor and she backpedaled a step. "Going to lock me up again?" she asked with a hiss.

The tiger smiled. He slid down his boxers - Katja's eyes were waiting for his penis, fixating on it when it wagged freely in the open air - and closed the gap to her in almost a skip. He grabbed for her with his free paw, cupping a tit, squeezing it harder than she liked. As she began to hiss and pull away, he swung with the doubled-over tether and snapped its cord against the cheeks of her ass. Katja's shriek resonated through the cell and her paws shot out in two distinct directions, one going for his wrist to get him off her tit and the other pawing at the air to try and catch the tether. Hot tears erupted from her eyes and she glowered at him, screaming in her native tongue, "That was fucking painful! That hurt!"

"Visceral!" Tau said gleefully and smacked her ass a second time, raising a welt below the fur.

She yowled and thrashed out of his grasp, getting away from him with a bruise on her tit and two on her behind. Without looking back at him, she dived into the corner and rifled through Tau's coat, coming up with the rugged sidearm he carried. She expertly flicked off the safety and wheeled it on Tau, stopping him cold as he closed in on her. Wetness loped down her inner thighs.

"Don't be rash, girl," Tau said, grinning wide. He stared into the black eye of the gun and his penis throbbed. His tail swished and swayed and he swung the tether slowly at his side. "C'mon, Kat. You fucking loved it. You're soaked. That pussy doesn't lie."

"I will blow your brains out," Katja hissed through clenched teeth. Her paws clutched the gun tightly. It barely shook; Tau was impressed with her strength and steadiness.

"Come on, Kat," Tau repeated, gentler now. "You do that, you're not gonna make it out of here. Six guys with rifles are gonna come through that door and - well, you know how it goes, don't you?" He held out his empty paw. "Give me that. You know you liked what I did. Give me the gun, Kat."

Katja gnawed her lip, huffed. Why was the pain so exhilarating? Visceral meant blood, meant clawing and biting, not whipping. She began to relent, to lower the muzzle of the gun but she brought it back up again. "You will not-, revoke your offer?"

Tau winked at her. "No way. I like women who know how to handle guns." He urged with his outstretched paw. "Please?"

The snow leopard groaned. She sounded like a defeated teenager, petulant and browbeaten. Finally she laid the gun in his palm and pulled back, standing in the corner with a hateful look on her face.

"Thank you," Tau said and immediately pointed the gun at his temple. The way Katja flinched towards him, mouth agape and paws grasping, amused him greatly. He pulled the trigger and instead of a .45 caliber bullet to the head, Tau got only a click from the weapon as the firing pin came down on nothing.

Silence. Katja stared stupidly at the gun, then at Tau. "You deceived me?" she blurted finally.

"Yeah," Tau replied, grinning. He ejected the magazine and showed her that it was empty. "What, you think I'm stupid enough to come in here with a loaded gun? I know how smart you are." He laid the weapon down on his jacket and turned to Katja, face wicked and tether dangling from his paw. "Now, you were a bad girl just now, Kat. Trying to pull my own gun on me like that." He cracked the tether in the air and Katja flinched back, hissing viciously, but it was a reflex. She was crying still.

"But it was pretty sexy too, I can't lie," the tiger admitted. He dropped the tether and lunged on Katja, pinning her to the frigid brick wall. His penis jabbed against her pelvis and he bit her neck. His bite was only a nip considering the damage his jaws could have done if he wanted to kill her. "You and me, let's fuck now. Let's fuck like goddamn animals, Kat. No whipping, just fucking."

The leopard's ambivalence was almost numbing but she leaned towards wanting Tau sexually more than despising him for his trickery. How anybody could be so brutal and still expect sex was baffling to her, yet here she was accepting him without hesitation. Her trembling paw clasped around his penis, that now naked flesh which was so plump and long. Katja was not a virgin but Tau's size was a new obstacle for her. She whispered as much to Tau as to herself, "How can this be so large?"

"It's definitely not typical, believe me," Tau said, smirking and winking. He nuzzled into her neck, huffing into snowy fur. Flesh below the follicles grew prickly with goosebumps and Katja shuddered. The tiger pressed her into the wall and told her, "Hang on tight."

Katja felt around Tau's neck and head, pawing through his long dark hair. Her arms curled around his neck and as soon as her weight rested, Tau lifted her by her behind. The girl let out a quiet gasp, finding Tau's strength extraordinary; he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.

The broad head of Tau's penis brushed between Katja's legs which splayed wide around his pelvis. The tiger's fingers were large but they seemed very tame now in hindsight. Katja stared into the American's deep and soulful eyes, thinking she could lose herself in a gaze like that. Tau's size, strength, and rugged handsomeness reminded her powerfully of the men from home and she kissed him, dragging her rough tongue through his large maw, hoping to stir the sleeping giant that was his tongue.

Tau returned the kiss in spades. Katja's tongue was driven back and her mouth invaded again by the tiger's tongue. At the same time Tau pressed forth with his hips, passing cuntlips dressed in soft white fuzz to reach the vulgar pink they obscured. Snug but giving, deep and wet, Katja's vagina was receptive to Tau even though his size was dilating her in a way she had never experienced before. Her teeth came down to pinch Tau's tongue, her intent to scare the tiger out of the kiss so she could breathe easily in these difficult times, but the bite only excited him. His throaty snarl resonated from his chest to hers and his tongue, now oozing blood from a few insignificant punctures, swished through the tight confines of her mouth.

Katja's legs were slim but toned, the legs of a woman who had a keen interest in ballet as a child and the track in her adult life. They closed around Tau's hips like a pincer to pull in the tiger. His member gouged her but the stretch produced a good and satisfying pain. The short and blunt claws she was forced to keep as a prisoner raked down Tau's shoulders and flanks, the scratches bloodless but the intent behind them violent.

The tiger's loins kissed with Katja's. The seemingly impossible task of stuffing so much cock into one petite woman was complete and the leopard was almost ashamed that she was able to take it so well. The pain was there, but it was minor. Pleasure was what she felt more than anything. Her maw sucked on the tiger's tongue, eyes gazing at his from only a narrow gap in her lids.

As Tau's rhythm began, the pain rose like a fire in Katja's body. She tensed and grumbled. If her lips had been free she would have hissed for Tau. She settled for nipping his tongue and the painful tease drove him wild. His strong legs shoved him into Katja, the cool wall providing the backstop for her body. The low, wet sounds of intercourse and the kiss both were almost muffled out as the wind began to roar outside, pushing snow against the outpost's insulated walls. Katja hugged closer to Tau and squeezed him with her legs.

The tiger's green eyes fluttered shut at the same time as a smirk spread across his snout. Russian pussy didn't feel any different to him; the rumors were bullshit. More importantly, Tau wondered what kind of a wife she'd make in the States. It couldn't hurt to have goals.

Tau drank in her mewls and huffs, savored the way her womanly figure writhed between his muscle and the cold brick. Firm breasts pouted against his chest, vaginal muscles massaging and squeezing like a hot sleeve. Wetness, he wasn't sure if it was his or hers, percolated through the fluffy fur on his scrotum. Some of it dribbled down to the floor but most of it was slung off by the sway of his balls as he bucked into Katja.

Her paws slid down his back. Tau was marvelously chiseled, certainly a perfect man if she had ever met one. That he was an American mattered to her less and less as the sex dragged on. There was no speech here, no accents or misunderstandings. Sex was their most primal language. Katja's fingertips felt quickly across the muscular hemispheres of Tau's ass cheeks, feeling the crack between them and the root of his tail. A rush of taboo pleasure made her heartbeat flutter; she had never touched a man's naked ass before, let alone wanted to do so. Tau's flawless male body invited molestation.

Tau's kiss broke off and left Katja mewling and gasping in open air. Saliva caked their mouths like lip gloss. The snow leopard said in faltering Russian, "More, please give me more. Please."

"Da," Tau answered simply, and pushed his muzzle into the crook of her neck and shoulder. He smelled her, nipped her, bit into her as if she were a piece of meat. His teeth opened weeping punctures and she yowled for him, plowing her short claws through his flesh hard enough to titillate but still not enough to wound.

"Yes, visceral! Yes!" Katja bleated, her breathing fast and labored. Her toes curled and tail curled, legs cinching around Tau's drilling hips. The flesh inside and out of her vulva throbbed with the marathon rhythm of her heart and her wetness was offensive. Thick runnels of her musky honey escaped to roll down Tau's loins.

The tiger's tail whipped in the air. He felt her clinging to him as tightly as she could and he took his paw off of her bottom only to bring it right back, smacking her ass where the tether had left its welts. Around him Katja's vaginal muscles seized and a shrill yowl more suited to a feral leopard ripped past her lips. Tau smacked again, plunging his claws into the cheek as the fingers came down, and Katja screamed for him once more. She howled to him in her native tongue about visceral pleasures and American degeneracy, speaking with the euphoric praise of someone teetering on the brink of an incredible orgasm. Tears rolled down her cheeks, giving her a pitiable appearance.

Tau's hips crushed Katja against the brick wall. The wind howled but ceased to matter to either the Russian or American. He smacked again and then again, his paw sounding off gunshot cracks against the bruised cheek of her ass. Blood wept from the punctures of which he had opened several sets. The girl looked as if somebody had taken a few bites from her.

Katja's climax shook her like an earthquake. She clung as tightly to the tiger as she possibly could, her muscles locking despite her body's overwhelmed tremble. The pleasure lanced through her body and she could say nothing to Tau that added to the moment; he knew what was happening to her and he savagely fucked her to try and share the climax with her, but the snow leopard beat Tau to the bliss of an orgasm. With her muscles tensed as stiff as wood and a tearful grimace on her face, Katja came and squirted her great mess across Tau's plugging cock. Her orgasm was exhausting and being fucked into her afterglow was almost unbearable, but the pain and overstimulation complemented each other like sweet and salty flavors. The Russian nuzzled into Tau's cheek and neck as much as she could. Then she preened him, huffing into his fur as she gnawed him.

With Tau's orgasm came a sense which was almost out-of-body. To his still buzzed mind, everything seemed to gain an uncanny sharpness - not just vision, but also sounds and scents and especially sensations. Pleasurable shivers jolted through his body and his balls tightened up, heading north for the warmth of his crotch. He smashed into Katja once, twice more and then stopped, huffing around her neck and heaving for breath in general. A second passed in which his cock twitched inside of her and then he came. Fat strands of cum built up for far too long shot into the girl's body, some entering her womb but just as much managed to ooze out. One squirt led into another and another, the chain breaking after seven repetitions. Even then Tau was still leaking his mess into her, and the dregs of his semen were as fertile as the biggest and hardest of his shots.

The tiger's lips and teeth eased off of her neck but he stayed there and licked gently over the wounds which wept for a few minutes more. Their breathing was quick but slowing down; the blizzard outside was just getting started.

Tau eased back from the wall but held Katja close. One arm was under her behind and its twin around her back. He sat down in the floor; the bench was too far away for his shaking muscles. Caring not that the floor was cold concrete, Tau laid back and sprawled. Contentment ruled his expression.

Although she could have moved away, Katja laid with Tau. The mess was bothersome but the closeness was what they both wanted. She nuzzled into his chin, closed her eyes. Quietly in English, "Do you think I will like America?"

The tiger yawned. "Oh, sure," he said tiredly. "It's nice. Everybody can afford a car. We have more than just potatoes to eat. And if you can stand a Siberian winter, then trust me - America's weather isn't gonna bother you."

Katja draped herself over top of Tau, eyes closing, tail gently flicking. She thought about the bottle of vodka close by but found herself too lazy to grab it.

Later that night, Katja divulged some of her secrets, keeping the rest for later. Tau kept his end of the bargain.