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Celina returned with the food before long, finding the pair clothed again and curled loosely on the couch. They had cleaned up and dressed by then, tears dried and comfort had on the couch. Dinner lead to gaming, the trio bouncing from one game to the next to pass the time. Kookie's family coming home, some of the Riot Squad coming down to pester them of course. Which just lead to an impromptu tournament before Kookie's father ran them upstairs for bed. At which point the trio settled in for a movie with the lights off.

She lay there on the couch, stretched out with her eyes narrowed. Barely watching the movie. She'd seen it before and loved it, but most of her attention was on the pair on the couch with her. Both Kookie and Max snoring away.

Perking her ears slowly, the tigress sat up and looked at them. Ears straining to pick up any noise from the duo. Nothing. Their eyes were closed, bodies intertwined, and they were sleeping peacefully. Shifting her attention to the house at large, she strained her ears further. Just the sound of more people sleeping away. With Julia out for the evening and Richard exhausted from corralling the squad, seemed she was the only one up right now.

Moving with all the stealth due a noble tiger, she gathered her clothes, phone, and borrowed Kookie's keys. A quick text message and she was out the basement door.

"Where do you think she's going?" Kookie muttered quietly.

A groan shifted from the tiger, "Dunno, but thought she'd never leave." Max nuzzled into Kookie's head gently. "This mean you can get your hands out of my pants now? You've been teasing me for a couple hours now."

"Maybe," the pair shifted in the dark, "Just watch your mouth, onion breath."

Outside, the tigress slung her bag over her shoulder and jogged down the street. Breath fogging in the cool air as she found her pace readily. Humming along with the music over her earbuds. There was something both peaceful and creepy about jogging late at night. Roads were largely abandoned, letting her hit the pavement without worry of being run over by some driver. Though whenever headlights did appear, her head immediately swiveled towards them with curious worry.

Celina had jogged a good mile or so before a hatchback rumbled up beside her, "Now what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" rang an accented voice.

She smiled and slowed, "Sean Connery, Goldfinger. You've used that one before, Ty."

The jagger, a jaguar-tiger hybrid, grinned from the driver's seat, "Right actor, wrong movie though. You Only Live Twice, you're getting better though. Might have to start going with foreign films before too much longer. Hop in, or do you wanna keep jogging the rest of the way?"

She chuffed, "I almost should, took you long enough to get here." Even with her complaint, she readily slid into the passenger seat, leaning over to give her boyfriend's cheek a kiss. "Would've been out earlier, but lots of things have been going on this week." She breathed out a sigh and slipped down in the passenger seat some as he pulled down the road. Rattling off a quick summary of what had happened since they'd talked that afternoon. Ty nodding and making the appropriate noises of understanding.

When she was done, he reached over to squeeze her hand, "Well, I could have come and joined you three. Maybe bring a movie?"

Celina snorted, "You would be pulling your hair out at Kookie's movie choices." A twitch of his ear showed that the jagger was listening curiously. Though the tilt of his head showed that he was looking at her top. Her breasts held within her sports bra, not revealing too much to her partner. "High fantasy mostly, some crime or action spy stuff. He loves that one with the hit man that comes out of retirement. About as foreign as he'll go is Japanese or sometimes Korean. Hell, he even learned Japanese so he could import games and manga."

Now that made Ty perk up more, "Well," came the throaty rumble, "If Russty's really into Japanese culture could always introduce him to some Kurosawa. Ooh, and there's always Bong Joon-ho. He's been putting out some really good works."

"Oh I told Kook about Kurosawa like you'd said. Mentioned that he should look up Seven Samurai, especially after you showed it to me. Kookie went and found some more modern anime adaptation of it." She kept her gaze forward, but watched him from the corner of her eye. Watching as his expression went from confused, to shocked, then resigned with a sigh. "That is when we can get him to stop watching that D&D stream show."

Now that got a sizable sigh from the jagger, "Well... at least Russty has better taste in friends than he does in entertainment."

Leaning in, she let her whiskers tickle against his. Just that brief warning before planting a kiss on his cheek, "I'll talk to him and Max about a movie night, see what they think. We'll probably have to sit through something so bad it's good or something similar. Can't be this weekend though."

He hummed, leaning into the kiss but kept his eyes on the road with his hands at ten and two. Tyler was nothing if not exceptionally careful while he was driving. Even her cheek kiss was pushing the boundaries of what he liked to do while behind the wheel. Though he never protested too hard when she went a little further. She was positive there weren't a lot of guys out there that would turn down road head. "I wouldn't mind that, could certainly have it at my place. Or yours. Pretty sure that his mother isn't a fan of me."

Whiskers twitched, "You decided to show up to their church in all black, of course she doesn't like you, Mr Vampire."

"You said to show up in my Sunday best, so I did. And I most certainly was not a vampire."

Celina flicked his waxed and styled whiskers, "I know that and you do look really good, especially when you pour on your charm. _But_to a bunch of religious busy-bodies already giving her the side-eye because of Russ?" She reached out to tickle his whisker, "You being a goth doesn't help." She ruffled his hair, shaved on one side but growing long about the top and back, the blonde mane had been dyed a vivid purple. "Got them thinking you're a Satanist looking for your next blood sacrifice."

Ty looked like he was about to say something, perhaps to launch into his opinion about religion in general. Which was something she was largely apathetic to herself. He stopped himself with a, "Oh look, we're here."

Here was Rolling Thunder, the local 'entertainment complex' that served as arcade, bowling alley, laser tag, and skating rink all located in one massive building. Despite being later in the evening, it was still a Friday night and the place was gonna be open till the early hours. Tyler pulled into one of the spots towards the side and readily hopped out. Hurrying around the hatchback to help her out before pulling on his long coat. "When are you gonna get a new jacket?" She plucked at the sleeve playfully, "Swear you've had that for years." Reaching past, she grabbed a hard-sided case from the backseat.

"When it goes out of style," he flashed a grin, "Was my Grandfather's first, and it's plenty warm and cozy. I know you love it almost as much as I do." She'd heard the spiel on it before and just rolled her eyes with a smile. Arms coiling about each other's waists as they made for the entrance. Celina just a couple inches taller than he, but both were fairly solidly built. Their tails twined about each other as he opened the door for her. "So what first?" he asked, waving to the cashiers. The rat on duty squinted, then just waved back before going back to her book. Benefit of being the owner's son was free access for him and his girlfriend.

She hummed, "Well, I was hoping to get some skate time in. Unless you have other ideas."

Tyler laughed as he followed her, "And get between you and your unwinding? I know better. Just as I know better than to trust putting skates on after last time." The jagger eased his hands into pockets and looked about, "I'll happily stay on bag duty while you get all sweaty and tired."

Celina had already expected his answer, claiming a seat so she could swap out to her shoes, "I still don't know how you can be so uncoordinated. Your family owns a fucking skating rink."

Whiskers twitched ever so slightly, "I like my feet firmly on the ground, that's all. Now, challenge me to bowling or one of the arcade games and we're on." Sitting down, he let his fingers trail over her back, sending shivers up her spine as he traced her spine. His tapping fingers roaming down to stroke about her pants. Using the tigress' own body for cover as he pushed the very tips of his fingers down one either side of her tail. Tracing the elastic waist of her gym leggings before bringing his hand up.

She stood up as he did, the rose-gold tigress batting his nose with her tail and a smile. Off came her jeans, revealing those lycra leggings. Gently tossing her jeans over the jagger's head, "Perv," came the whispered growl. Despite her chastisement, she still bumped her hips back towards him as she took off her top as well, revealing more athletic wear.

Tyler's words rumbled with his playful growl, "Perv or do I just know what my kitten loves?" He carefully put her clothes away, waiting as she put on her skates.

Rather than answer, Celina cinched up her laces, "I am going to do a few laps." Leaning in, she gave him a quick kiss, Tyler leaning into it with a hum. "You gonna sit here and watch, or..." he pointed and she grinned, "Arcade. Got it. I'll come find you there when I'm done."

In went the earbuds, her music starting up as she pushed away from the bench. "_Toooniiiight,"_she hummed as she drifted towards the rink, _"Gonna have myself a reeeeall good time."_Push. Her feet moving in rhythm as the legend himself began to pick up pace. Wheels humming on the polished wood as she entered the rink. Late as it was, she virtually had the place to herself. Most families and kids having gone home for the night, though some people did linger. Keeping from crashing into them was easy, one of her hands sliding behind her back as she kicked and pushed. Gliding about the rink at a steadily increasing pace. Matching herself to Mercury's tempo as the song kicked up.

One lap. She saw Tyler wandering into the arcade, bag slung over his shoulder. The next had her starting to breathe a little harder. Backing off on the pace so she didn't burn herself out too fast. Hips bumping into the motions as the song shifted, working her way down the playlist.

A flash caught the corner of her eye. Celina slowing down just enough to avoid crashing into the newcomer. A tigress, orange and black striped pelt just starting to show some gray about the temples. Her body still fit, wearing an outfit not unlike Celina's, though sporting the center's name across her gear and a wide smile. "You looked lonely," the older tigress chuffed, "Thought I might join you since it's winding down here."

Celina chuffed back, "Always glad to have a partner, Coach." Mrs. Wojowowski, aka Wanda 'The Clash' Wojowowski, aka Tyler's mom, flashed another smile and fell into stride beside Celina.

"Partner this time, not coach." She winked, "I see you forgot your safety gear so I'll have to be a bit gentle with you." A slight sway and the older woman expertly bumped shoulders before drawing back. Despite literally being old enough to be Celina's mother, the tigress was still solidly built. Even that bump enough to make Celina sway, though not fall on her ass. Couple years ago she would've been skidding across the rink, now she just righted herself and returned with a check of her own. Wojo belting out a laugh as she took it in stride.

The tigers shared a grin, "Left my stuff at home, besides I've gotta go easy on you. Don't want you falling and breaking your hip now that you're the big five-oh."

Wojo's eyes widened in mock surprise then anger, "Oh you are asking for it. Can't get rough on you, but I can still put you through your paces." She kicked and started to pick up speed, Celina leaning in as she moved to keep pace. Wojo spun in place, easily swapping to skating backwards, "What should we wager on if you can't keep up?"

Celina snorted, "Pfft, I know better than to try and bet on that. You'll run me into the ground just to prove a point." She grinned, falling into pace beside the older female as they made one lap after another, "Then work me twice as hard next practice just because I need to be humbled."

"Damn, you're starting to get too smart for me too." Wojo flipped back around and hummed as she enjoyed the wind going through her hair.

The tigers fell into step side by side, enjoying the burn as they got a good workout. She'd been coming to Rolling Thunder with friends and family for years, but it was only within the last year that she'd started practicing roller derby. As it turned out, even after she'd been 'domesticated' by Mick, Wojo still loved a bit of roller derby on the weekends and special occasions. While Celina wasn't officially part of any team yet, she did practice with them.

It was easy to get lost into the rhythm of it all. The hum of wheels on polished wood, the beat of music, the steady push and glide as she matched her pace with Wojo. Eyes half-scanning the rink and beyond, making sure that she got out of the way of anyone else. Was bad manners if she plowed over some kid, worse if she were in a match and got blocked.

Just as her playlist was winding down, her eyes caught onto a familiar face. Jeremy Blueford, a moose jock that she'd had issues with in the past. More specifically, the very moose that had been after Kookie because of his choice.

Celina slowed down, "Might end it a little early today," she felt her fur bristling a little bit. Claws flexing just a little as her hands clenched.

Wojo's eyes followed hers before the older tigress moved forward just enough to block her line of sigh, "Hey, don't do anything I'll end up regretting now." Their pace slowed to a gentle glide, "We've made big strides in getting that anger of yours in check. I'd hate to slap a ban, even a temporary one, on my son's girlfriend. Much less on my favorite skating partner."

She did her best to calm, but there as no smoothing her bristled fur. "I'm not gonna do anything, I just want to talk to him..."

A tap nearly stopped her, letting the younger tigress dart behind Wojo and make a straight shot at the low wall that circled the rink. Wojo was right, she had been working hard to contain that anger. Not an easy thing to do, especially in something as charged as roller derby. She wanted to lunge at Jeremy and dig her claws into him with a roar that would've made any feral tiger proud. It was hard to bite back that driving need. Pushing it down until it clawed about her chest with a deep rasp.

Reaching the wall, she vaulted it rather than go around. The crack of her skates on the carpeted ground making Jeremy's head jerk up, looking away from the couple friends he was with. "Oh, it's you," he sneered.

"Yeah," she huffed, "It's me." Planting her foot to come to a stop, the tigress narrowed her eyes at the moose. Letting that growl rattle around her throat for a moment, "We've got some talking to do." He started to say something but she cut him off with a point, "I mean I've got some talking to do." He still stood up, the bull towering over her. "I don't care who you are, who your dad is, or who the fuck your dad knows." Celina jabbed his chest with a finger, "You fuck with Russty again and I will come down on you like hell unleashed."

Jeremy snorted down at her, lips pulling back into a snarl, "What the fuck are you gonna do, Pussy cat?" He looked over the sweaty tigress slowly and did his best to swagger a bit. Lunging at her, Celina didn't even bat an eyelash, "That's what I thought." Jeremy turned to call back at his friends, "Maybe the little tranny is all the man she can handle."

His entourage called out a few things, including telling him to 'show her what a real man was like.' Charming, the whole lot of them.

Celina felt that anger boiling up. The dark, burning bile that itched at the back of her throat. A quiet growl boiling up as she crossed her arms. Took a breath and leaned back a little. "Well," Jeremy looked at her with that shit-eating grin of his. "Russty is ninty-fucking-pounds soaked to the bone. He still managed to knock you on your ass." As his smile faded, hers grew; "I didn't know there was something worse than a glass jaw. What about you guys? No? Don't know of anything." She leaned forward and let her fangs show a little, "If I hear a whisper from you, or hear you've touched Russty?" Celina looked him up and down slowly, "Speaking of pussy..." she gave her sweetest smile, "How is your eye, by the way? Which hurt worse, that or your ego?"

She wouldn't have been shocked if steam came out of his ears.

"Do we have a problem?" a slightly accented voice rang out. Mick stood nearby, the jaguar putting on his best customer service smile. Celina noticed a couple of his employees, security, lingering at a table nearby.

Jeremy looked like he was about to say something, but one of his goon squad tapped his shoulder and muttered something. The bull moose swinging his head, likely noticing the employees as well. His teeth ground hard enough for her to hear, "Just leaving..."

Naturally he tried to shoulder-check Celina on his way past. The tigress giving as good as she got, the pair bouncing off each other a half-step. Mick turned to watch them leave, "I'll remind you boys that this is a family friendly place, so mind your language." The jaguar grumbled a bit before looking at the tigress, "Russty dropped him?" he whispered.

"Ow..." she rubbed her aching shoulder, guy was as solid as he was dumb. "Yeah, think it surprised everyone there." Stretching her arm, she winced a little. "Think I'm gonna find Tyler, he's got my clothes, and get in some pinball before I get him to take me home."

Mick gave her shoulder, not the checked one thankfully, a squeeze. "Alright. Just glad I didn't have to come over here to break up a fight. Wojo was afraid you were gonna rip his antlers off or something."

Celina had to take a breath to steady herself, trying to shove her hands into her pockets, only to realize she didn't have any. "Close. Certainly tempted to just rip one off and change that smug look of his." Brushing a hand down her arm, she did her best to smooth out her bristling fur. A sigh and shiver as a whisper of air brushed over her lycra-clad and sweat marred form. "Yeah, clothes."

He gave her shoulder a pat, "Ty's out in the arcade, you know where he'll be."

She waved and wandered towards the arcade. As expected, Ty had taken seat in his beloved Star Wars machine, her things tucked between his feet. Sweeping up beside him on skates, she leaned in to kiss his cheek, "Getting my clothes back on, you'll know where I'll be."

Tyler leaned into the kiss, whiskers tickling her cheek, "Want me to get you a drink?" Casting a glance up at her and pausing, "You alright?"

Celina was already rolling away, "Yeah, just... You know what I like."

Leaning over, he watched the tigress rolling away, tail and lovely hips swaying with each push of her skates. A rumble rolling up his throat as he licked his lips. That was a hard sight to resist, the way her pants clung to her rump? Mm, made it worth loosing a couple credits just to see her go. Turning back to the game, he focused on it for a moment more before glancing over and spying some kid watching him. "Hey, you want to play?" the koala nodded, eyes going wider, "Here you go, Kid." He flashed a grin and slid out, the kid leaping in almost immediately and going to town. Tyler humming as he headed to get drinks.

Even late as it was, it still took him a few minutes to get through the line. Sure, he could bypass the line, but he was in no rush. Celina had taken refuge in a back corner of the arcade, ear buds in place, and her focus on the pinball machine before her. He slid behind her, whiskers tickling her neck, "Your drink," planting it into the cup holder attached to the machine. She chuffed quietly and arched, bumping her cheek against his without looking away.

Tyler moved behind her, letting his chin rest on her shoulder, his ears perking at the sound of the chirps and chimes of the machine. Hands falling to rest on her hips, chin brushing her shoulder. The jagger's rumbles met with quiet chuffs from the tigress. Her form pressing back to his ever so slightly. Just that little bump that nudged her backside into his lap.

He stole a quick look about without trying to make it look like he was scanning the area. The arcade wasn't any busier than it had been a few minutes ago. Few people ambling through, poking at the fighting games or the one punching game they had to repair every few weeks. No one paying attention to the feline pair in the corner. Certainly no one that would notice as he leaned forward, his coat hiding his hands as they swept along the curve of her hips. Brushing across her hips and down, following the line of her thighs.

Celina inhaled slightly, her form lifting at the touch before settling back. Her feet stepping apart ever so slightly as Tyler's hands continued to roam. A whispery moan lifting from her as his hands trailed over her. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she pressed back into him, chest shaking with the sounds of her quiet pleasure. Especially as his fingers quietly undid the button on her jeans. She'd long since abandoned those form-fitting women jeans in favor of the pockets, and looser fit, of guy jeans. Even with just the button undone, there was enough space in her jeans for his hand to slip in. Her breath coming a little faster as he massaged her through her lycra workout clothes she wore instead of underwear.

There was no questioning what he was doing, no soft teases, just silence as his fingers brushed over her crotch. Her only response was to take a sip of her drink and to press her rear back into his lap. Tyler's larger coat hiding just how she was grinding back into him. Feeling the jagger's trapped length as it came to life. The steady warmth growing against her backside.

Fingers stroked her pussy ever so gently. Massaging her soft folds and drawing quiet chuffs from the tigress as she rolled back into him. Each one of his petting strokes met with a slow grind of her hips back into his lap. Tyler retaliating by spreading her open just a little with his fingers. Just enough to let his finger dip in to explore. Memory guiding his touch to coax the tigress' clitoris out from behind its hood. Though he didn't linger, just playing with enough before his hands returned to kneading her thighs.

Her jeans came down with the barest push. Not far. Just enough to slide down the curve of her rump and expose more of herself to the jagger. Fur bristling with a quiet shiver as his hands traced over the waist of her leggings. Teasing for just a second or two before pushing them down. Celina's stance widening a fraction of an inch more, keeping both jeans and leggings from going down further. Tyler's hand gliding over her hip and around, fingers toying with her silky pubic fur. All while his other hand went back to free his member.

Ears twitched back at the hissing zipper, then the warmth that thudded off her backside. Now Celina responded a little more. Arching her spine so she could press his girth between her buttocks. The tigress taking her hand off the machine long enough to take another sip of her drink. "You bring one?" Tyler whispered as he planted a kiss on her neck.

"Of course I did." Her ear straining before picking up the familiar sound of him drawing something from her back pocket. The jagger drawing away just enough to open, then don, a condom. A shiver coursing through the tigress as she stole a sidelong glance around the arcade. Her attention divided between feeling her partner behind her, making sure no one was onto them, and playing her game.

Coiling hands about her thighs, he pressed his form against her. Thumbs brushing over her pussy lips and drawing quiet moans from the tigress. Each noise so sweet and so quite, barely whispering from between her lips only to be drown out by the merry jingling from the pinball machine.

Bodies shifted ever so slightly. That barest of shifts, hidden by bodies and clothing as Tyler lined his cock up with Celina's entrance. Her hips writhing ever so slightly, grinding against the covered tip. Biting her bottom lip as he spread her. Warm, slick walls greedily gripping his length as he fed himself deeper. Both hands cupping her thighs and holding on, using just the very tips of his claws to scratch and tease her. Taking his time to bury himself into her waiting depth. Celina pushing back as she took everything he had then grinding back into his lap, feeling his exposed balls against her.

Hands came off the buttons, letting the ball fall past the flippers. "So," she rumbled in a near whisper, "what are we playing for this time?"

Tyler arched and rolled against her, "Dinner?" She made a slightly disappointed noise.

"What about..." she pressed back against him, "I win, you have to sit down with Max and Kookie, and watch a full episode of their game podcast thing with me. Without uttering a single complaint the entire episode. Which," she reached back to tap his nose, "are about four hours long on average. I will give you head during a break though, so it's not entirely unbearable."

Despite the offer of a blowjob, he still grumbled and whined, whiskers tickling against her cheek. Just a moment though before he hummed into her ear, "Alright." He hummed and stroked her hips, "Alright, but if I win then the next three movies will be once I choose." She looked back at him and wrinkled her muzzle, "Three movies would even out for the four to five hours of the video, plus being dumped into the middle of a story with no clue of what's going on."

Ears twitched a bit as she pondered it, looking at him as a thoughtful growl rolled around her throat. Celina looking back at him for a very long moment. Long enough that he was afraid he'd have to come up with something else, these bets were always hard to think of. Especially since she refused to discuss them until he was balls deep in her.

"Alright," she chuffed quietly, "but no movie can be over two hours. Don't want you using this as a way to make me watch three epic length movies." Tucking her hips back into his, grinding into his lap slowly.

Ty leaned forward to rest his hands on the machine just behind hers. Chin resting on her shoulder as she pulled the plunger back. His hips matching the slow draw, barbs doing their best to stroke her insides through the condom. "Tsk, I do that once and never get to live it down." Celina gently elbowed him as she reached her full stroke. The pinball rocketing up onto the board, his hips matching the sudden release. Body gently clapping off her rear and drawing a chuff from the tigress.

Celina huffed at him and pinned her ears back, her attention focused on the pinball machine. With Tyler giving them cover, she was the one that had to do a fair bit of the work. Hips rolling back into his body with steady, sure bumps. Ty let her get a good pattern going before adding his two cents. One hand coming to her hip and guiding her motions. While he started to thrust steadily, keeping his coat situated so it wouldn't be bouncing in time with his thrusts. That would be a dead give away and they didn't want to ruin their game.

The game itself was pretty simple. Celina would follow his unspoken cues while adding her own twist. He couldn't interfere with her game directly. No fun if he just trapped her hands or tilted the cabinet. His goal was to make her lose before he let loose. It was a fun, risky bit of distraction for them. One which they only did on nights like this, didn't want some wild kid with a fistful of quarters to come around the corner after all. If someone got suspicious then it was a draw. Pants up and game over.

Nobody wanted that.

His attention regularly shifted from her to the arcade. Making sure the coast was clear for their antics. All while keeping an ear turned towards the tigress. They'd been at this game for the better part of a year now. Not every week, but often enough that he could pick up the subtle hints she was putting out. Those little twitches to her whiskers. How she bit her lip to hold back a moan. Even the way her ass wiggled just a little when their hips met. Dozens of little hints to let him in on her state of mind just as she read the pinball machine.

Tyler liked to start slow. Both knew this and it was exactly what she was expecting. Soft touches, maybe his hand kneading her thigh as he guided her through what she should be doing. The occasional harder grind from the tigress as she tried to get him off first. Sometimes his fingers would even delve to play with her clit. Never for long though, that was as much cheating as grabbing her hands. Celina rolled her head to bump his lightly, pushing back just hard enough to bump the jagger.

He loved to mix things up though. A quick look showed that no one was even close. Most of the patrons were in the bowling alley or getting drinks. The handful that were in here were on the far side of the arcade, circling the punching machine. Translation, no one was near enough to see if he got a little rambunctious. So long as she didn't get too loud, but she was usually fairly quiet.

When she bumped into him and pulled away, he struck. Driving himself against her with a slam. Hand cupping her thigh to keep from powering her into the pinball machine. The solid tigress rocked by the impact, a surprised grunt driven from her. He didn't stop at one. That wouldn't be fun. No, he shifted to brush her hair aside with his cheek, giving her scruff a playful bite and tug. All while holding tight to her hips and stomach as he peppered her with stronger, faster thrusts. The jagger's growl shaking through the larger tiger's scruff as he drew her into those several seconds of savage slamming.

Caught fully off guard, Celina had to cover her mouth to stifle a moan. Thighs shaking as pleasure shot down her spine. Tyler really did know her and knew just where and how to get her going. His teeth sinking in just enough as his cock hammered her insides. That devious jagger even bringing his hand up to stroke her lower belly, pressing in so his tip would strike right at her g-spot Eyes rolling back as she grunted out, biting back a pleasured call as her insides shook.

Lips graced her neck, "That's one, Babe." She could just imagine Tyler's smile as he groomed her neck with gentle licks and kisses.

There's no way she could be mad. "That's one." Celina breathed out a pleased sigh as she pulled the plunger. "You earned that one." Pleased chuffs came from the tigress as she rolled back into his lap. Insides quivering around his member, "Fucker."

Back came the plunger, the game was back on.

He chuffed at her, "Hey, this is a family fun center." Fingers tracing the tigress' firm stomach before sneaking up under her shirt. Boldly bee-lining right under her sports bra. "Watch your mouth," he gave her neck a playful bite as his fingers stroked over her breast. Claws pricking at her nipples just enough to bring them to a peak that he could properly play with.

There was a problem with his assault. Even if he'd managed to get her to to lose one of her balls, she had another two he had to get through. While he'd done a lot of things to improve his stamina, it was hard not to be excited by the forbidden nature of what they were doing. Add in the noises she'd been making in the midst of her orgasm and how fast he'd had to rail her? His cock was already starting to twitch. Just had to take a moment to calm down before he set off.

Celina rolled her head to look at him. Fixing him with a knowing smirk. Her toned ass driving back into his lap at the same instant she released the plunger. She knew that she had the advantage and she wasn't going to give him an inch.

Well maybe one.

The machine let out a sad noise as her hand 'slipped' and missed the ball. Looking over her shoulder, she drew away from him and pulled on the plunger. Drawing away from him before driving back as she released.

It was on now. Ty's attention shifting more to the arcade as a whole as he rocked into her. Celina's ass clapping off his lap. Biting her lip to hold back her growls of pleasure, her eyes narrowed and focused on the pinball machine. Using the cover of his coat and her hold on the machine itself to really drive back into the jagger's lap.

This was sudden death. Everything before this was just them teasing each other and having fun. Now it was down to who would last longer. His nostrils flared, bringing him the scent of sweat, industrial cleaners, hot electronics, and a very aroused tigress. A twitch of his ear bringing him the quiet, slick noises of his covered cock pounding her pussy. It was hard to keep his attention on the arcade and lack of a crowd. Only a handful of near-misses, and those couple times they were actually caught, kept his eyes scanning. Even as he leaned in to kiss and bite at her neck, he was watching.

Low growls and breathy chuffs were hidden behind clenched teeth. Tyler new he was close, mere seconds away from letting it all loose. Celina wasn't far off though. He could tell by the way she was shaking ever so slightly, how her tail was coiled about his waist. Even those sexy little whines of hers that were lifting higher, threatening to break free.

It was a fine line they had to walk. He wanted to hear her call out, to feel those delicious trembles as she pushed back against him, to leave her breathless and chuffing her pleasure. They couldn't though. Bad enough if they ever got caught, but if they were caught here?

His hand dropped from her breast, trailing over the curve of her belly and down to her hips. Gritting his teeth as his balls jumped, unable to hold back even a moment longer. With one last safety look about the arcade, he turned his head to bite at her scruff again. Burying his snarl into her fur as he filled the condom right to the brim. Celina's hips drawing away the barest inch before driving back and grinding into his lap. The tigress letting out barely contained chuffs. Her eyes narrowing as she shook about the jagger's member. Savoring the illicit feel of her boyfriend pumping his load into her.

Tyler's hands roamed about her hips and arm with quiet huffs. Grooming her neck ever so gently as he hummed. "So..."

She nodded towards the pinball machine, which was flashing her score and asking for more credits. "So."

"Which dropped first?" he wrapped an arm around her slowly.

Celina shrugged and leaned back into his chest with a pleased rumble. "Call it a draw. You've gotta watch an episode with Max and Kookie."

He licked her neck, "And you've got to sit through three movies with me." It really didn't matter who won or lost, the fun was in the game itself, not the score.

She flashed a smile, "Why don't we get started? I don't have to be back for a few more hours at least." Julia had been working nights for a couple years now. Getting home in time to see kids and husband off to work, then sleep during the day. Up to tend to them after school then off to work for the night. Celina wanted to get back before it was too late so she could get settled before the nosy, busybody of a kookaburra got home for the day. Sleep would be nice, if hard to pull off once the riot squad was awake.

Tyler pulled out with a huff, casting another look around the arcade. There were still people lingering, but no one close enough to see the jagger as he hurriedly doffed the condom. Celina chuffing happily as she arched her spine, showing him her bared rump before her pants came back up. Flashing him a grin and downing the drink he'd gotten. She spared a second to cast her own look about before discreetly popping the lid so he could discard the spent condom. "Remember that time you forgot and took a sip?" she grinned.

His nose wrinkled, "Soda water, lemon, artificial strawberry, and spermicide does not mix." Lifting his head as the tigress leaned in to kiss him.

She mirrored his nose wrinkle, "Those condoms tasted nasty anyway, who decided really fake strawberry was a good idea anyway?" Tugging at his lapels a little, she held him against her so she could give him another kiss. Tongues darting to meet for the briefest instant. "I do love this coat. Will have to steal it some day," she turned, tail flicking up to tease his chin.

"You can't steal it. It's against the rules, a girlfriend is only allowed to steal hoodies." His arm coiled about her waist, earning him a hip bump from the rose-gold tigress.

A quick goodbye wave to Mick, who was now behind the counter with the rat going over something on the computer, and they were out at Ty's hatchback. His coat and her skate case getting tossed in the back before the duo started off. Celina humming quietly with his music as the jagger drove. It was just after midnight, so the streets were mostly empty. Sure, she could probably tease him some as they drove, but after skating then a good fuck? She was starting to feel grungy.

Wasn't terribly long before they pulled up to Ty's house, the hatchback rumbling just past the driveway and up to the side basement door. Which had it's own light, doorbell, and even a numbering plate. Celina had her phone out before the car was even off, a quick entry of the pin had the electronic lock whirring open, "Dibs on the shower."

"All yours," Ty mused with a low chuff. Following her inside and watching as she stripped on the way back to his private bathroom. Once a basement, it had been finished out and turned into a small apartment some time back. The main room little more than a large living space that gave way to a kitchenette. The space straddled that line between cozy and cramped. A large TV hung on the wall, flanked by shelf upon shelf of movies. A couch was plopped dead center in the room, carefully placed to give the 'most cinematic experience' as Tyler put it. Deeper in, a door stood open, revealing the jagger's bedroom, lit only by breathing, purple LED strips.

Making her way to the bathroom, Celina was already stripping out of her clothes. Ear twitching as a chime sounded behind her. Looking back, she smirked at the sight of Ty perched before his beloved Mame machine, starting up a round of one of the countless games on there. She smiled, shook her head, and lobbed her shirt at the back of his head.

Stripped down to just her fur, the tigress happily strode into his very dated bathroom and started the shower. Waiting just long enough for it to warm before climbing in. A throaty chuff slipping out as she combed fingers through her hair. The feeling of clean, warm water bathing her form after a long day was sheer bliss. Soft chuffs slipping out as she got a dollop of shampoo and worked it into her hair. Reveling in the feeling of a day of school, skating, and more getting washed down the drain.

The tigress hummed to herself and mused on the fact that she had some things stowed here. Her shampoo and conditioner stood beside his all-in-one solution. A toothbrush sat in the holder beside his. If she were allowed, she could practically move in if she wanted.

She felt a twinge at that. While she joked about moving in, she wasn't entirely sure if Tyler was _the one_or if he was just a guy she enjoyed being with. Sure, he was a great guy and they shared enough interests to make their time together great, but compared to Max and Russty... Well, it was hard to compare anyone to those two. Hell, her folks had been married a while and they couldn't compare to that duo. She didn't know if they were how a couple were supposed to be, or if they were just some impossibly rare occurrence.

Felt a bit silly that her big secret was sneaking off to practice Roller Derby then wind up back here with Tyler. It was something that was wholly hers though. Right now, that was the most important thing. Much as she loved her brother, and as close as they were, having something and someone that she didn't have to share was bliss in and of itself.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the stall's door open. The now-naked jagger sliding into the shower with her.

His touch made her jump. Ty laughing, "Startle you?" he rumbled quietly, stepping close.

"Mm, a bit." she wrapped arms about him, inviting him closer, "Was just doing some shower thoughts." The pair moved closer, sharing their body warmth as lips met. Humming into the slow kiss as she draped her arms about his neck. Muscles quivering as his hands cupped hip and back.

He reached past her to get some shampoo, "You mean like how you put on special clothes while jogging, so people know you're not trying to run from something?"

That earned him a swat, then a helping hand in lathering up, "No, just..." she hummed as her hands trailed over his chest. "Just letting my mind wander as I wash the day off me." His hands roamed over her back, working the lather in with light touches. Celina following suit, both big cats taking their time in lathering each other up.

Rather than reply with some other shower thought, Tyler leaned in to kiss her again. The pair taking their time to melt into the embrace, Hands exploring one another while spreading that lather. Savoring the touch and taste as warm water beat over their naked forms. His hands trailing down the sweeping curve of her ass at the same time her hands found his cock. Gentle strokes and pets drawing gasps and moans. Lips parting just enough to allow a breath before they dove in again.

He stepped away and readily knelt before her. Kissing her belly as his hands explored her thighs and down to her calves. Each kiss dropping lower until his mouth was nearing her labia.

Normally, Celina was all for being eaten out in the shower and returning the favor. Tonight she tugged at him gently, Tyler sparing her a curious look as he stood again. Celina answering with a look and smile. Turning so the water could wash the lather from her form. An understanding chuff slipping from him as he took his turn before the shower head. The tigress pressing water from her pelt before stepping out. Looking back at the jagger as he ran fingers through his long, vibrantly colored hair.

Tyler lingered long enough to rinse off before joining her. A large, soft towel draping about both their bodies as they pressed into another kiss. Hungrier this time, soft growls lifting from the predators' throats. His tongue daring to dart into her mouth, only to met by hers. Celina biting his lip with a quiet growl, one he answered happily. Both hands falling to her rear and lifting.

She hopped into his hold, legs wrapping about his waist and holding tight. Deepening the kiss as he carried her out and into his bedroom. Her soft, cleaned form rolling against his, feeling that rising warmth pressing to her thigh as his taste filled her maw.

Even that short distance was enough to leave his legs shaking. Not that he was terribly out of shape, but she was a solid, shapely tigress. Before getting to the bed, she hopped down and flashed a smile. Reaching for a remote at the bedside to turn on his stereo, humming as she sorted through the playlists, making him wait just a moment as he lay out on the bed. Her tail twitching as she felt his eyes soaking her in, a part of her wondering what she was to him. What did he view her as? A high school girlfriend? Someone he had sex with then would watch movies with until the early hours?

Pushing those thoughts aside, the tigress settled on a playlist and moved to join him on the rumpled bed. Ty's hands readily finding her hips and guiding them down as she sat on his face. His pleased huff puffing over her pussy before the male happily began to eat her out.

Now she let her voice rise in a happy moan. Thighs shaking as Tyler happily nuzzled her slit and let his tongue explore her. Using the textured surface of his tongue to tease her before rolling it away, allowing the softer parts to whisper over her. Not to be left out, she leaned down to lick his cock with a chuff. He wasn't as long as Max was, though he might be a little thicker. Which was more than fine by her, she'd tried a larger toy and didn't see the appeal of it. Average, or slightly above, was all she needed. Far as she was concerned, he was nearly perfect for her.

His freshly cleaned cock, only bearing the slightest lingering taste of soap, was happily taken into her maw. Cut, unlike her brother, but bearing similar barbs about the tip and base. Her teeth vibrating about him with her pleased rumbles. Hands grasping her rear and kneading as the jagger feasted upon his partner. Tyler uttering noises of sheer bliss as she pressed back into his face, grinding him down into the bedding.

Foreplay was never a long affair with them. Their bodies more than charged enough to get to the main act. Much as he loved the taste and feel of bringing her to orgasm with his mouth, she could go without getting a mouthful of his cum.

Celina paused the music. Pulling off his cock with a parting kiss and rasp of her tongue. She chuffed as she lay down and stretched in the darkened bedroom. The jagger shifting with her until he was poised between her legs. Bare cock grinding over her folds, his barbs whispering against her warm, soft flesh.

Tyler hesitated. They knew that he had a box of condoms in the bedside table. Either one of them could reach it without pulling away. One of her hands trailed down his chest, following the muscle that was hidden under his pelt. Drawing a line down his form before coming to rest on his cock. She let her fingers explore his tip. Tyler shivering over her as she guided him down to nestle against her entrance.

Speakers hummed with a soft, instrumental piece. Gasps sounding from both of the felines as he pushed in. Celina's arms wrapping about his neck as her thighs squeezed his waist. Tyler happily taking the invitation to press that much deeper. His pace matching that of the song. Slow, sweet, his mouth dipping to explore her exposed neck. Tails twining about one another as they began to make love. Light and music and predators all pulsing to the same beat. The soft clap of his form on hers adding a percussive beat to the soft guitar. Quiet, breathy moans meeting the flute and spiraling upwards.

Their public games always had that thrill. Didn't matter if they were at the arcade, at the movies, his car, or even behind a bush in the park. There was that rush that came with trying to get away with it. Sometimes they took their time, others it was a rush to get off before someone caught them. Other times, she'd be bent over as he took her like some sort of animal. Both snarling and hissing as his barbs raked her insides until she was pleasantly raw and in need of another shower.

It was hard to say what was better though. What she could say was that neither compared to this. The feel of him over her, reading her body as they took their time. How his hands and mouth explored her. Lips trailing over her neck and collarbone then down. His mouth catching her breast as it bounced, teeth and tongue finding her nipple so he could lavish attention upon it. Celina rewarding him with low, throaty growls and pants of wordless praise. Her body arching into his, thighs squeezing about his hips and drawing him closer.

Music flowed from one song to the next. The couple shifting pace to match. Low growls rumbling in time with the beat as their bodies lifted together. Claws scraping back and side. Mouths finding each other then parting. Hers going for his ears and head as his went back to her breasts. Lavishing attention on every part of her that he could reach. Both shivering and pressing to the other as pleasure raced through their forms. Damp fur bristling as that bliss rose.

A loud knock from the inner door made the jagger slow, "Yeah?" he called over his shoulder. Body still matching the pace set by the music, mouth hanging open as he panted. She could feel him twitching against her, distracted by the interruption and the instinct not to be caught.

Wojo's voice drifted in, muffled by distance; "Just letting you know we're home and going to bed. Good night, Baby."

She lifted her hips to his, a grin plastered on her lips as the jagger huffed, "Good night!"

"Good night, Celina. Try not to stay up too late."

Her grin widened as she grabbed Ty and rolled over. Sitting up proudly as she rode the hybrid male beneath her, "Good night, Wojo. Tell Mr. M I said goodnight." A laugh came from the door as footsteps retreated up the stairs. The tigress chuffed as she leaned down, "Your parents are cool."

"I swear," he groaned as the music changed to something heavier, Celina's pace gladly shifting to match. His bed creaking as she rode him faster; "they do that just to mess with me." Ty ground his teeth with a moan as she bounced off his lap. Doing his best to distract himself, "Wonder how they know you're here..." His cock twitching within her depths as he tried to match her pace. "Celina, I'm gonna..."

She silenced him with a tap to his lips, "Not till I do." Leaning back, she added a new roll to her hips as she rode him. "And the doorbell camera."

"But... Ah..."

Arching proudly over him, the tigress refused to let up even as the jagger began to squirm and writhe under her, his thrusts growing erratic now. "Just have to make me cum, Baby." Leaning back, she planted her hands on his lifted knees, really driving herself up then dropping onto him, "You can do it." She arched, "Already close..." her insides clenching about him.

Ty clenched his teeth, holding back a growl as he writhed under the tiger. Rather than give up and fall back, he planted his feet in the bed and started to meet her thrusts. Body slamming up into hers with all the force he could muster. His growls growing deeper as the jagger leaned up, taking as much of a breast into his maw that he could manage. Tongue lashing over her teat as he pulled her close. Celina's breathless moans turning into full blown gasps as she drove herself down into him harder.

Heard, but unheeded, the music built to a crescendo as the pair shuddered. Ty grinding his teeth as he held back a growl, cock twitching within the tigress as he shuddered. His groan growing into deeper snarls as his body shook, fighting between the need to fill his partner and the desire to hold back.

A roar cut through the air. Celina letting loose every noise that had been restrained since the arcade. Shuddering over Tyler as she pressed down tight to him, grinding into the male's lap. Feeling his cock throb within her, barbs rasping her insides as they were meant to, keeping her cumming that much longer.

With her pressing tight to him, throwing her body forward to press him to the bed, Tyler was more than happy to follow suit. Pressing into her with a throaty call of his own. His chuffing bellow being pressed into her neck as he arched and pressed to her. The male's body trembling as he began to cum. Unprotected length leaping within her, putting his seed deep within his partner. Painting her inner walls with his thick cream. Drawing a warbling groan from the tigress as she settled down, grinding her body into his to coax all that she could from the jagger.

Celina's arms gave out, dropping her fully onto his body. Both felines panting heavily, the scent of sex and sweat filling his bedroom. All while the music slowed to a more gentle tune for them to wrap up with. Purple lights slowing their pace to match. "Perfect," she chuffed, "timing." Bumping her forehead against his, taking a moment to just breathe and enjoy.

Rolling off, Celina shivered as his barbs stroked her inner walls. Making her thighs quake and threaten to give out. She chuffed and dropped to the bed, Ty rolling to face her with a slight smile. "You," he kissed her lips, "are going to kill me."

She ran her fingers over his arms, "You're fault for making the playlist." Low, pleased rumbles lifting from the couple, "Then telling me not to let you finish until a certain song does."

He hummed and wrapped his arms around her, the pair pressing closer in the rumpled bedding, "I'm blaming you for being too sexy."

Celina pushed him onto his back, rubbing her cheek into his chest with a soft hum. So tempted to just fall asleep like this. Yawning and rubbing her cheek into his with a quiet chuff. "So," she mumbled after a few minutes, "want to stay here, or move to the couch?" A quiet hum came from the jagger as he let his fingers trail over her spine. He turned and nuzzled her head before starting to sit up, "Couch then," she sat up and stretched lazily. "I'll get the tea started."

Ty yawned, stretched, and rolled off the bed fully. "I'll pick out something gentle to start you with." Ty gave her rear a stroke with a deeper purr as his tail flicked around hers slowly. "Want me to fix anything to snack on?"

"I can think of a couple things I'd like to wrap my mouth around."