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Shekh grinned and slopped the lube over his paw again. This was thick, dense stuff, clinging to and hanging off his fur and fingers in heavy hanging ropes, glistening white in the light from the lamp to the side. The scent wasn't that great either, but still it filled him with a sweet, shivering excitement, arousal paired with anticipation of what was to come.

"You ready?"

Ahead of him the tiger nodded, propped up on all fours with legs spread, tail hiked, and entire body shivering and shaking already from their preparation. That was a feeling that Shekh himself knew well, and he was more than pleased to be on the other end of it.

"Yeah," Kit replied with a nod. The motion carried down his already-shaking back towards his hefted rump, again resulting in the plump canine spade hanging between his legs giving a bounce and jiggle. Already some of those thick strands of lube hung loosely down from the gaping lips, teased and stretched and parted from all of this aforementioned preparation: the basic dildo at first, followed by Shekh's favorite stretcher, then the lifecast toy with the knot, then back to the stretcher, of course interspersed variously with fingers and tongue. The nature of that fat spade meant that he could already start with two or three, and then a little bit of action opened it up to four on one paw and two on the other, and now...

Yet again Shekh looped the sticky ropes around his paw and wrist, angling his thumb in towards his fingers. His other, somewhat less messy paw came in to brace against Kit's rump and keep the tiger spread. "Here we go. Starting out slow... hey, relax. I can feel that already. Let me... just..."

First his fingers, squeezed to a point, slid in and between those thick lips of moist flesh, immediately drawing a shiver and huff out of the tiger before him. Shekh licked his lips and swallowed, angling his paw down and tilting it a bit so he could find the proper entrance point, tease in one, two, four of his fingertips, and then slowly, gentle, carefully start sinking in further. Kit's breath continued to trickle out of him, and then abruptly caught in his chest; he arched his back and shivered as the hyena squeezed his paw in past the first joints, then the next, and then up to the knuckles.

All around him he felt that clenching, mashing interior meat, hot and wet and dripping with lube and arousal. For a moment he unfurled his thumb and rubbed it along the base of the tiger's tail, using that as leverage to scoop his paw in and out, in and out; wet, sucking smacks issued out from the canine spade squeezing around his spread fingers, and once he felt Kit squeeze and tighten first and then again relax and push back, he folded his thumb back in, put a little more pressure into there... and then just like with the knotted toy, felt that resistance tighten, increase, then coax open and finally let him in.

And when his paw did pop into the tiger's spade, the grip around his wrist became suddenly tight, so that no matter how he tried to tug back all he could do was pull against the plump, dripping flesh, fur soaked through with everything else dripping down Kit's thighs. The tiger let out a shuddering, breathy moan and dropped his muzzle down against his arms, tail remaining hiked of its own accord and entire lower body shivering and shaking. Shekh grinned and looked back down to that point of his interest, wiggling his fingers in a smooth wave while buried to the wrist inside the tiger.

There was a second, tighter ring nestled deeper inside this spade, clenching and squeezing around his fingertips whenever he brushed them against it. Shekh bore down, turned his paw, and started to pull back out of the tiger, but only far enough that the bulge of his wrist sucked free from that dripping spade. Then he reversed his motion and pressed in until that first muscled rim clamped down around him again, and then did so again and again, weakening those muscles until they could barely tremble around him. Again and again he pressed into Kit, loving the way the tiger's back arched at each push forward, and how he could feel the dribbling arousal as it poured out of him and down his arm.

Knuckles to wrist, wrist to forearm, deeper and deeper - until that second ring on the inside parted for his fingers as well, just slightly at first until he managed to wriggle them in and grab hold. Kit immediately responded to that as well, his moans taking on a sharper, more urgent tone; Shekh turned his paw to the other side again and bunched his fingers up as close as he could as he pushed in, now fully pistoning his arm from the knuckles of his finger to halfway up towards his elbow as he went, twisting and turning each time.

Kit arched and squeezed around him, lifting up and pushing back all the same time. Shekh's clenched fingers rubbed and pushed along the tiger's inner wells, pressing out on his belly from inside or pulling up deeper into his depths, each time stretching that inner ring further and further until finally that, too, squeezed, stretched, and then popped back around his wrist, trapping him nearly elbow deep inside of his sex. Intense wet heat mushed and sucked all around him, resisting his tugs back even when he spread his fingers first and then bunched them together again, and when he finally did dig his other paw in against Kit's rear, tightened there, and pulled -

Kit gasped, yelped, and then shook all over with the force of that orgasm rocketing through him, though for a moment the squeezing heat did not unravel from Shekh's paw and fingers. He actually fell back onto his haunches for a moment before that warmth slid free from his fingers, and when he looked there was quite a bit more than just the thick ropes of lube and arousal hanging limp from Kit's abused spade. From amid that soft pale-pink flesh hung a good few inches of the inside of his sex, ribbed and slick, glistening with all of that wetness; Shekh reached forward and cupped it in his paws, the sensitive, supple flesh feeling like soaked silk against his paws. Like this, it wasn't hard at all to find that same entry point from earlier - and he folded in first two fingers, then to more from his other paw, and then again slid the tigers' prolapsed innards around his paw like a tight, wet glove, to shove it back into him.

In front of him the tiger shuddered and squirmed, still panting openly through parted lips. Yet again Shekh grinned: as he had thought, being on this side of things was just about as fun as being in Kit's position.

They would have to do this more often. He leaned in over Kit beneath him and slowly began to work his arm again.