FSE

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I wrote this over a threaded series of tweets in January 2019. NSFW, anthropomorphic tiger and lioness, video call, mutual masturbation themes.

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The tiger sank into the couch, his bulk taking up a sizeable portion of seating, and sighed. Houseminding for friends whilst they were away was fine, familiar as he was with its layout and comforts, but still he'd miss his lioness for the night.

Mind wandered; paw met crotch.

It wasn't the same, sure, his own paw much larger and wider than hers - let alone that softness in her touch he could never quite emulate; and yet his imagination was active enough to bridge the gap and compensate for the size difference he now pushed to the corner of his mind.

He slowly closed his eyes, smiling as he tilted his head back and ran a thumbpad over the sensitive nub peeking from his furred sheath mound. It would be her paw, muzzle, heat wrapped around his -

"Huh?" His train of thought suddenly derailed, thanks to the ringing of his phone.

It took but a moment for him to recognise the familiar ringtone, reserved for just one special feline, emanating from the small, slim box on the kitchen bench. Smiling, and with no hesitation, he leaped from the couch and answered the call. "Hey!"

"Well, hey yourself." The smooth voice on the other end could only belong to the one he affectionately called Honey (for several reasons), his mate Jess. "Thought I'd see how you were settling in there, now that I'm finally home from work myself."

"Heh yeah, all good here. Ben and Sam got away fine, their plane should still be in the air. House and plants and things all attended to... and I even made a proper dinner like you suggested." (He was particularly proud of that last point, often eating on the run.)

"Nice one!" Her voice was sugared with a soft laugh, and he found his heart melting all over again; he could listen to her all day - and night. "I'm sorry I couldn't get away to mind their house with you."

"No, I totally understand!" he reassured her. "And it's just one night."

"Yeah I know," she replied, "and it was all very last minute that they had to go. Family comes first."

"Family comes first," he agreed. "And you'll be back in my arms tomorrow night, Honey; both of us making up for the lost time, I'll bet."

"You know me so well, tiger! But..."

"Hmm?"

The sugar in her voice caramelised to syrup. "Thing is, I can't wait that long."

The tiger blinked, momentarily confused. "What do you mean?"

A "ping-click" sound effect met his ear; he removed the phone from his temple to glance at its display.

A video call request.

A wide smile crept across the tiger's muzzle. "Ohhh."

He tapped the phone to confirm the request, not entirely sure what to expect - and there in the palm of his paw was the golden-coated lioness he adored beyond words, smiling right back at him. That glint in her eye though...

"There's my handsome tiger!" She was bright and bubbly - more than even usual after a long workday by her regular standards - and he couldn't help beaming at her.

"Haha, always time for such a beautiful lioness..." he chuckled back. "So what's on your mind?"

Licked lips. "You."

"Well, I'm watching our friends' house a 40 minute drive away," he reminded her playfully, "so are you making your way here, or..."

"Hey, it's not often I get the whole bed to myself, you know!" she laughed, then brought her phone closer, her muzzle filling the camera frame.

"But it doesn't mean we can't have some fun together here and now, mmm?"

He couldn't help his round feline ears pricking up and rotating at her words. "Yeah, definitely. I mean, I was just thinking about you myself, and -"

"Oh, I bet you were. And on their nice grey couch too?"

"Aaaahhhh yeah you got me..." he grinned sheepishly, "what can I say?! I'm a big cat..."

"Mrawr. Yes, yes you are. And I love you for that, and so much more." The camera view tilted as she stood and began to walk through their house. "Couch it is then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Mmmm, alright, meet you there..." he joked, heading back from the kitchen bench to his friends' lounge and lowering himself slowly into the middle seat; phone still in his paw, and his ice-blue eyes locked on the visage of his beautiful mate presented in its display. "Okay?"

"Purrfect." She had reached their own couch, its familiar olive green hue complementing her golden yellow and brown tones. "Now to just get out of these work clothes so I can relax."

The camera panned below her muzzle, to the collar and top button of her favourite red blouse.

"Now Ben has one of those TVs like ours that your phone can push to, yeah?" Her lips were unseen; her words and their meaning, crystal clear. "You do that and just set your phone up on their coffee table so I can see as much of you as possible. I'll wait... but not too long."

He'd already reached for the remote before her sentence was complete. "You got it, babe." As the TV came to life he placed the remote and his phone on the coffee table, repositioning his phone's camera lens until he was satisfied she would have a full enough view of him. "There?"

He sat back and wiggled his forepaws toward the camera, and she flipped her lens back up a moment to fill the living room TV with her incredible smile. "Oh yes, I can see everything I want right there." The view on the TV returned to her blouse's collar and button. "Now help me?"

The tiger couldn't stop smiling; she was everything that he wanted, everything that lit his fire, everything that made him strive to create the best life they could have - and just plain FUN. "With pleasure. I'm gonna run your collar through a couple of pawpads for starters..."

"Mmm-hmm, we can certainly start there." Her voice echoed through the lounge room as a golden-furred forepaw crept its way onto the TV screen; the tiger watched excitedly as index and thumb pad surrounded the blouse's collar tip and began to massage the soft fabric between them.

Though smaller and finer overall, his mind's eye could easily replace her milk-chocolate pawpads onscreen with his own charcoal coloured beans, almost able to sense the material himself through the TV. He purred almost absent-mindedly to himself. "That's niiiiiiice..."

"Yes it is," he heard her in return, "but we both know where this paw is heading..."

The blouse's front left point passed through her pawpads twice more, before they moved down the edge to touch its topmost button, its round cream form contrasting with the red of the fabric.

"Now, I know you've undone this before," the lioness murred, "so how about you reach out and show me again?"

He felt his heart beat faster - this was going to be fun. "Sure!" he replied softly, stretching his left forearm out and extending two pawpads toward his phone's camera.

He brought his pads together in a clawlike motion; so too did she hers, clasping around the button and unfastening it with ease. Yet the lightness of the fabric lay on her chest unmoving, its two sides holding together teasingly as if by a thread's breath. He felt himself frown.

"Ummm..." He cleated his throat. "Not quite done there yet I think..."

Her soft giggle crept from the speakers and filled the room. "We've barely started! Here, let me try."

The view shifted slightly. The second button. Her paw sliding down and opening it. A flick of a pad.

The fabric reacted to her touch this time, and his smile re-formed itself as the top of her blouse drifted open to reveal the light gold fur on her décolletage. He whistled softly. "You're so gorgeous..."

"And you, my tiger, are getting excited. I can hear it in your voice."

He had to chuff at that. "Well, yeah..." His forepaw instinctively reached for the image on the TV; a motion not unnoticed by his mate, who rested her paw on her neck, mirroring his action, pads splayed out through her fur.

"Well, there's a way to go. Next button, I think."

The lioness adjusted her camera down to the third button and twisted it open - with a noticeably faster movement, it seemed to him. Not that he was complaining, gazing and grinning as her paw separated the folds of her red blouse further away from her stunning chest fur. "Wow."

"Just you wait, stripes." The image on the TV repeated its previous action - lowering to the fourth button, unbuttoning with practised skill, widening the blouse's opening to reveal more golden fur behind the red fabric. Definitely faster even again, he noted silently.

"Won't be waiting too long by the look of it?" he chuckled, suddenly aware his own forepaw had dropped to rest on his shin and massage its striped fur back and forth. "I mean, after your top it's just your skirt and panties, and-"

"Hang on," she interrupted. "One button left."

Again the camera panned down, just enough to bring the fifth and final pale button into view on the TV. Again a lioness forepaw moved toward it, over it, deftly undoing it, finally peeling the last of the crimson blouse - now completely separated down the centre - from her torso.

The tiger froze briefly, blinking.

Where he expected to see the waistband of the white skirt she had left for work this morning in (even maybe a glimpse of the elastic of her underwear?) there was only fur; first light and golden, but darkening toward her yet-offscreen crotch.

"Ummm Honey, you're..."

She finished his sentence confidently, merriment (and anticipation) in her voice. "Already half-undressed? Yeah, I forgot to mention that." The paw positioned itself directly on her belly and began to knead slowly. "Told you I wouldn't be waiting long..."

The tiger's body responded before his mind had quite caught up, his tapered tip instantly making an appearance through his white-furred mound of a sheath for the second time that night. He shook his head to refocus his thoughts, striped mane flowing with grace from side to side.

"Double wow." He couldn't help but stare as the paw's kneading began to travel up the very centre of her torso, the camera following it smoothly along her sternum right up to her neck.

"Mmm, thank you. Now, this is your paw here on my body, so your choice... left or right?"

"Side? Oh, left please." He was definitely enjoying this, watching voyeuristically as the forepaw obeyed his direction and began to work its way across to her left breast - and out of view.

"Hey, can you - I mean, would you mind turning the camera? I can't see what youohhhhh..."

The camera had swung into view - and what a view; it was obvious even with its layer of downy cream-coloured fur her left breast was swollen, heaving from the massage it was now receiving, pink nipple standing firm at its centre. He heard her breaths growing louder - as were his.

"Mmm," she murmured playfully, "that feels so good..." She flicked her nipple with the back of a pawpad - "Ah!" - and gasped as excitation flashed through her. "Now how about you? Rub those big, strong, stripy thighs for me. Real slow."

He grinned, only too willing to obey.

"Anything for you..."

Forepaws splayed out, each across a kneecap; the tiger dragging them deliberately back up and down his sturdy thighs in unison; thumbpads, sliding along his inner thighs, both passed dangerously close to his crotch before returning again.

"... like this?"

"Ohhh exactly..."

(was she moaning already?)

The angle on the TV tilted downwards, and two of her four brown left nipples slid into view right below her breast. Her paw worked its way to meet the topmost nipple, massaging it not altogether gently.

(that was definitely a purr)

"Oh god, Jess, you're so amazing..."

The tiger bumped his crotch with each upward slide of his paws by now, just below his furred sac, as images of his mate playing with her own breast and nipples flooded the room and burned into his mind; he knew well how splendidly they felt.

"Mmm let's move to the right side now okayyyy??" She wasn't really asking; the forepaw and camera view slid easily across her chest to her right nipples, brown and taut, and he could see her torso jolt briefly as her pads played over them. "Ohhh yesss tiger, play with me..."

"Ahhh girrrrl," the tiger found himself panting, "I'm all yours..."

The golden paw trailed up as her right breast moved into view, and she grabbed it almost hungrily, releasing a palpable moan. "Ohhhhh... ohh now those paws... on your body... go on, dig those claws in, baby..."

As directed, the tiger drew his forepaws up to his crotch and squeezed firmly, allowing three claws on each paw to extend right through fur and make contact with his sac's sensitive skin -

"Aaaahhhrrrr!!" A sharp half-roar escaped his lips - as his spiny head escaped his sheath.

A firm massage or two, and the tiger found his expelled tip and head followed quickly by a good half-length of his shaft, thickening and swaying as it fled its warm comforts. He retracted his claws and began to knead his balls, very much aware now of their weight and aching want.

"Honey, I..."

"Hold that, tiger." The camera jerked and swayed (its first unsteady movement) until her face was firmly in view again. Excited. Breathless. "I know your stay was short notice and a change of plans, so I picked something up heading home to help you feel closer..."

"Nnnghwhat??" The tiger shifted his hindlegs wider, giving his forepaws better access to his crotch and tailbase, finding himself grow somewhat dizzy and distracted from his own massaging.

The lioness smirked, that glistening dance in her green eyes again, as she glanced down...

Something crept onto the TV screen, appearing from the bottom edge where his mate's gaze was directed. Somewhat familiar. A thin tip, followed by a swelling blob covered in ridges. Like a large, inverted, pale-pink strawberry. Resting on... no, attached to a widening staff.

It -

"Holy shit," he exclaimed, suddenly leaning forward for a better view, "you bought a tiger cock dildo?!"

The lioness glanced up, the gleam in her green eyes turned up to 11. "I bought a tiger cock dildo. Ready to go, close to your size - just a little smaller. And watch this..."

She didn't need to ask him twice as she raised the object to her maw, suspending it a moment before slowly licking the underside once and then wrapping her lips around the tip and half its head... her gaze never leaving the camera, giving the effect of her staring right at him.

He was frozen, staring, unsure of how to respond, when the lioness pulled her muzzle back to reveal the form's tip and head she had just suckled - and where the previously pale pink silicone surface was now a rich red tone.

"Colour changes with heat!" she announced triumphantly.

Now he responded - just not with words; his full length unconsciously, unstoppably sprang to attention at the sight of the phallic shape's reaction to the warmth of her maw.

She saw. Of course she did. "And I think I really have your attention now, tige; let's try again, yeah?"

"Yeah. Fuck yeah." He grinned, sensing his shaft still swelling to its full thickness, bobbing and swaying curiously in a very feline manner; yet unable to tear his gaze from the TV just yet, where the lioness was closing her eyes - and opening her jaws, revealing several teeth.

The tip slid back into her maw, followed by the whole head; suspended there, a few suckles from her cheeks, then released. The motion repeated; head bobbing up and down, then angled sideways, occasionally glancing up; slowing to allow him clear view of its pink, deepening to red.

The tiger stared, transfixed by his mate's motions; it was so easy to imagine her attending to him directly and not this lifelike doppelgänger, suckling and licking at his own head and tip. Never had he experienced quite this perspective of her, though, and it... excited him.

"Oh baby," he purred, pulse beginning to race, "you look so grrrreat with that head in your muzzle."

Though the lioness had engulfed the entire silicone head in her maw as he spoke, he still caught the corners of her lips upturn in a smile, pleased as she was with his reaction.

"Mmm," she managed in reply, ever so slowly withdrawing the bulb from her maw and covering its reddened surface in tiny kisses, flashing it to deeper crimsons wherever her lips made contact.

"Glad" kiss "you approve," kiss "and I see" kiss "you're enjoying" kiss "the view!" kiss

Her comment made him aware of his own shaft and head - now at full girth, full length, and full attention - waving, almost straining before his phone camera; she would, he realised, have almost as good a view of him as he of her. His tip and tail twitched in excitement.

"Heh yeah, I guess I am..." he chuckled back, giving his ballsac a good squeeze with one forepaw - and causing himself to close his eyes and shudder involuntarily with pleasure, just briefly.

"Hey, I saw that!" Her kissing paused as she smiled at him warmly... and seductively.

"Let's see if you can keep time with me now. Two claws should do." She threw him a grin, showing a few of her razor-sharp teeth.

He caught onto her idea quickly, suspending his free forepaw over his pointed tip, mirroring the position of her muzzle. Two claws extended. "Okay..."

Jaws opening, the lioness slowly slid her maw along the phallus in her paws, tip to halfway down its shaft, and paused with a glance to the camera.

Inhaling nervously, the tiger brought his claws to meet his tip, guiding them along his cock to match her slow movement. "Ohhh..."

Satisfied with that reaction, she returned her muzzle to its starting point and waited for her tiger to follow suit... which he did with another groan of pleasure. "Ahhhh..."

The playfulness in her voice was crystal clear. "Come on lover, you've had my teeth on you before..."

"Y-yeah," he managed, "but I haven't seen them like this until now!"

She blinked, amused. "That's fair. Now here we go again." And they did: up and down, long or short passes, occasionally with her tongue also guiding... until the tiger was a panting, aching creature of want.

"Please, Honey," he eventually begged her, "I - I want more of you..."

She slowed on that return motion, dragging her tongue all the way back along the shaft and bulbous tip, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake, right along its length - and the head bathed in a sticky coating.

"And I of you, my love. First, give yourself a squeeze; you've earned it - JUST one."

Claws retracted, he wrapped his forepaw around his shaft, down at his sheath mound. He grasped firmly with a groan; a trail of fluid escaped its tip, pooling and trickling over his cock head.

"There, that's enough. Don't want you filling up on the entree before we reach the main course."

She sighed, her head resting against the couch, her forearm stretching away to fit her entire chest in the video frame... and nestling the faux-cock seductively between her breasts.

"Uhhhkayy. Just... you've really got me all hot and hard over here, you know..."

"I know. Don't worry, I won't keep either of us waiting long." Under the guidance of the lioness, the strawberry shaped pink bulge began moving to and fro through her chest fur. She moaned softly.

"Ohhh but I'm really enjoying this... can you feel it too? You on my chest, so hard, rubbing against my tits and turning me on..."

He really could, to his amazement, unconsciously releasing his sac and pressing his upright length to the fur at his crotch, mimicking her movement.

"Yeah baby, I'm right there with you..." he purred back, sensing his fur growing a little damp as more fluid leaked from his tip. He gazed as she neatly sandwiched her left breast between a finger pad and the likeness of his nubbed head, her nipple protruding from the pressure.

"Ah-! Oh tiger, I want you..." the lioness gasped; the view on the TV became unsteady, then righted itself with a closeup of her distressed nipple. A familiar shape appeared at the top of the screen; her flexible tongue, stretching down and licking across both nipple and dildo.

"Mmm-mhm-rmm..." Half moaning, half purring, she ran her raspy tongue back and forth, her erect nipple springing back into place with each pass.

The tiger paused to breathe, his mind and vision filled with her; one forepaw traversed his belly to grip his chest fur. "Oh, Jess..."

Soon her tongue broke away, moving out of frame as she glanced up breathlessly. "Allan, oh god I'm so hot, I can't wait!"

His ears pricked, heart racing, clawing his fur at the sound of his name on her lips. "Go on, babe," he encouraged. "I wanna see you - I wanna see it all..."

Her pawpads left the screen image as she drew the nib down her light-furred torso, a winding zigzag over each breast and nipple, leaving a visible snakelike trail in her fur even across her heaving chest; the camera followed its every line and angle dutifully and steadily.

The pink-red tip soon came to rest dead centre at her belly; the tiger sat forward again as the camera angle panned down to reveal its shaft firmly in her forepaw's grip... and the moulded likeness of two round feline balls at its base, red from their contact with her warmth.

She must've heard him grunt, and confirmed softly, "Oh yes, I've had your balls on my body too... just can't get enough of you, tiger..." A leonine pawpad rubbed over their shape skilfully; instinctively he mirrored the motion with his own paw on himself, groaning at the touch.

"Damn, girl," the tiger managed between panting groans, one forepaw rubbing his ballsac, the other scratching at his chest and belly. "I can't take much more of this..."

His continuing motions set his tip leaking again, dripping down his shaft to the fur on the back of his paw.

"Same here, baby..."

The camera angle adjusted even lower again, revealing the patch of soft brown fur and tender pink skin at her crotch, lower lips swollen and fur already matted with feline sweat and lust. She slid the baton in her paw back into view.

"I want you... now!!"

"Jess, I'm right here with you..." the tiger growled back through his panting; "... Have me."

She touched two pawpads to her opening, just where the folds of skin collected at the top, working them with a moan and a shudder to dampness; he held his breath in silent anticipation.

Pawpads satisfiably sticky, the lioness proceeded to rub them (far too slowly, he felt) over the upward-angled tip and head, caressing them in ways so familiar to himself that he could match her movements with ease - and with shudders equal to her own mere moments ago.

The striped cat gazed incredulously at the view of his mate's pawpads gently separating her blushing folds of skin, enough to slide the pink and red tip and a third of the nubbed head past their entrance, a strained mewling audible as she exhaled. "Ohhhhh... Ohhh tiger, yesss..."

She tugged on the shaft to expose the head, only the tip hiding beyond her lower lips, and paused to catch her breath before finally murmuring, "All the way, lover; here we go..."

Instinctively he knew what his lioness wanted from him at that moment - and timed it perfectly...

As he predicted, the feline dildo's nubbed head quickly disappeared into the lioness, distending the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance while she, moaning in pleasure, guided its bulbous root past her labia... then unwaveringly drove in the entire pink shaft.

She'd swallowed the spear right to the base, the impact of the round orbs pressing her lower lips causing her to gasp and raise off her couch a little. Taking his cue from her motion, his forepaw wrapped completely around his own aching spiny head and slid downward, full-length.

He thrust slowly upward with powerful hindlegs, his arousal heightening in the knowledge his package would be in full view of his mate, and grunted as his paw came into firm contact with his sheath and ballsac. "Ooof!"

Both cats held their poses - and genitals, regaining breath.

"Ohhh Honey," the tiger managed, "lemme take a good, long look at ya..." The bravado in his voice - trying to act cool and calm, like it was no big deal to watch his mate impale herself on that near-likeness of his own goods - was betrayed by a trembling desperation for... more.

"Uhhh... okay, let's take it slow baby..." the lioness gasped; slowly she withdrew the shaft's full length from her inner recesses with a low, long "ohhhhhh...!" moan. Its original pale pink tint had been replaced completely to violent scarlet - sticky and sweaty at that.

A perfect counter to her action, he lifted his large striped forepaw, dragging it upward, stopping when it met the ridge of his head - just how his lover still had the dildo's strawberry tip hidden within her, revealing only the shaft to the night air (and the camera).

"L-like that, heyyyy??" The lioness was clearly shaken - not only from the sensation of being penetrated so fully by this new phallus itself, but also the sheer excitement of performing for her lover on camera with it. (Was the view on the TV, he thought, becoming more unsteady?)

"Ohhh yes. Yesssssss.!" He couldn't help his paw from reaching upward and squeezing his own sensitive head, sensing its fleshy nubs filled and flared out, coating his pawpads with sticky fluid in the process. "You look so incrrrrredible, lioness; now let me deep inside you..."

To the tiger at that moment, it was the tingling head on his own erection already nestled within the lioness, surrounded by her heat and trembling muscles; his shaft there waiting expectantly for that familiar driving thrust, propelling it as far into her chamber as possible...

... and she did not disappoint; the camera view shook noticeably as with a yowl the lioness pressed the shaft all the way in once more, burying it right to its base; the tiger tightened the pawpads around his own length in unison and slammed down hard with a growling "Uhh!"

"Oh god," she gasped, muscles clenching around the foreign yet familiar object lodged inside her, "I'm watching you and f-feeling you at the s-same time? You're so am-mazing, tiger..."

"Ahh it's all you, baby," he panted back, "how you do this to me; how you make me want you..."

"I-oh Allan I can't wait-" She wiggled the base of the dildo around in her paw, gripping its balls, purring as it tilted the long shaft and nubby head to press at her inner walls; "-I just wanna bang you, baby-ohhhh that's so GOOD-"

He just nodded, speechless in his own desire.

Their dance began slowly, rocking back and forth with purrfect timing, precision moves of her torso downward and his forepaw upward, both sets of feline hips arching themselves against their respective devices of delicious torture. The grolwing purrs and moans built between them.

"Ohhhh baby... Ohhhh ffffeels so gooood..." the lioness mewled at her mate through the living room speakers, the rise and fall of her hips on the slick red rod filling his vision. He grunted and groaned in response, paw keeping steady time on his own member, growing light-headed.

It suddenly seemed the tiger had an out-of-body experience, consciousness wrenching his soul to a ceiling corner; he gazed at his stripy form on his friends' couch, paw stroking his thick meat to the image filling the room of his mate's pussy as she fucked his silicone likeness.

He stared in amazement and wonder at the spectacle, floating above the scene, assessing it... realising he loved - and lusted for - her more than ever.

As quickly as he'd fled his body, he felt himself snapping back into his own frame like a lightning strike. "Ahhhh!... oh Hon-"

With one forepaw working his shaft and tip so intensely, he reluctantly stopped fondling his swollen, aching balls with the other - both to steady himself on the couch, reaching back to better support his upward thrusting... and also to ensure he could last as long as his mate.

Their rhythm was well measured, the lioness setting the pace for both of them; her short, sharp thrust upward, a beat's worth of pause (enough for two pawpads to tease the quivering hood and nerve endings of her clit), a double beat to slowly slide the sticky shaft out. Perfect.

(How the hell was she holding the camera phone so steady? It was hardly shaking, though he could see quite plainly she certainly was. He'd probably never know, he suspected, her being the epitome of feline grace - though right then and there, reduced to a quivering mass of lust.)

He was shaking, drooling like an idiot, trying to match her measure... until it started to become all too much, warned by an anticipatory tightening in his crotch and a tingling that passed right along his shaft to his head, flaring his nubs even further. "Uhh Jess, ahh I can't-"

"Me too," she interrupted, her voice strained; "oh god baby yes - mrrrr go for it - uhh -"

The camera shook as the lioness picked up pace rapidly, hips slamming down harder and faster, pounding her pussy on the slickened shaft and head with ever-increasing gasps and growls.

"OH baby - oh BABY - oh YES - mmm - mfff - fuhh- hrrff- uh - uh - AH - YES - so GOOD tiger - uhh -"

Her cries of passion echoed in his ears, and the super-sized image of her taking that flame-red likeness of tiger cock, were impossible to ignore. The tiger's strokes accelerated.

"Rrrrr... ahhh Jesssss -" he moaned along with the lioness, barely able to contain himself as his paw pumped furiously on his dripping length; "I - nnngh - ohfuckimgonnuh - uh - unh - hfff - frrr -"

They both felt it, the tiger inside his lioness, rational minds blinded in lust.

"ah - oh - Oh - OH - AH - HA - AA - AAAAHHHHH!!!..."

"frrr - rrrrr... rrRRRA - AAAWRRR - RRRR - Rrrrhhh..."

With final deafening roars of ecstasy, both big cats gave into explosive rushes of release; lioness clamping down and shuddering, tiger spurting thick globs into the air.

Jess wailed, camera suddenly visibly unsteady - though the tiger clearly watched as she drove herself downward, swallowing the entire truncheon deep inside and tightening her inner walls around its girth; three pawpads toyed with her nerves bundled at the top edge of her opening.

The sight was easily enough for him to find his own deliverance; though gazing transfixed on his mate, he was gleefully aware of the rush of heat from his aching balls, roaring right through the shaft in his paw to a spurting release out and up, covering chest, belly and crotch.

The tiger barely noticed the sticky dampness covering his paw with each receding spurt, as through his panting, gasping roar he couldn't tear his gaze away from the yowling lioness on the screen in front of him, still spasming and twitching as she twisted the shaft by the base.

"Ohhh... Ohh baby... Ohhhh tigerrrr..." she murmured, still gasping through her spasms, though gradually regaining control of her breathing as her pawpads slowly stroked her quivering lower lips.

The tiger sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Yeah Honey, I hear ya. Mrrrr..."

He was damp all over - paw and belly and chest, even a sticky patch on his shoulder. He wondered briefly if he'd have to clean anything off his friends' couch - or floor, for that matter, considering how hard he'd exploded just from watching his mate enjoy herself so completely.

"Wow. I mean, fuck, AliCat..." The camera suddenly tipped and shifted, and in a moment he was looking at the face of his lioness, grinning weakly, more than a hint of sweat on her golden brow and a flush in her cheeks to betray her satisfaction. "That was amazing...!"

The tiger chuckled softly. "Damn right, girl. Can't believe we haven't tried this before..."

"I know. You should house sit more often!" she laughed back, her trill interrupted by a sharply drawn breath as her lower muscles contracted around the length still inside her. "Unhh-"

"Heh, how about you maybe take that thing out...??"

She flashed a glance at her mate, a mixture of satisfaction yet still plenty of playfulness. "Yeah well, sure, it's not a hundred percent you, buuuuut it's pretty fucking close. Sure reached all the right spots, just like you."

He felt his ears prick up, unable to hide his curiosity. "Yeah? What's it... feel like, anyway?"

She smirked, then thought a moment, glancing down. "Well, it's more rigid I guess? Like, you're incredibly flexible when you're inside me, but I really had to work this myself."

"Not that I minded," she continued, "and neither did you it seems..."

The golden lioness met his gaze with hers through the TV screen, her green eyes shining brightly. "And it warmed to my touch, but you kind of - well, you make me hot from the inside out, tiger." She beamed.

"But I gotta say, the head, those nubs, that tip? Really hit the high notes for me - and totally felt like you, deep as you go."

She shook her head, fur flowing gently to and fro, as if to clear her thoughts by sheer physical motion. "And now I think you're right; shower time."

"So yes, cheeky," she added smirkingly, "there's one thing left before I stand up..."

She blinked slowly and seductively at the camera before lowering its view down her torso, treating her tiger - unconsciously licking his lips - to a slow pan down past her breasts and nipples.

"Hey babe," he murmured breathlessly, appreciatively. "I gotta say your camerawork is... flawless."

He heard her giggle briefly. "Why thank you! I aim to please... and looks like I've hit my target. Well, almost..."

The camera continued its downward journey. Not much further...

... and there she was. The tiger drew a soft breath in as once more the living room - just like himself - was overtaken by the detailed closeup of her sex, her paw still stroking the sensitive meeting place of skin and nerves at the top of her opening, her lower lips puffed full; the beads of sweat and matting of fur plainly visible... and that shapely bulge of skin and muscle as the silicone shaft and nubbed head pressed against her from inside, thanks to her palm leaning firmly against its base. He watched her shudder, still trembling from pleasure.

"So you've already obviously enjoyed the show," the lioness murmured, "but no episode is complete without a final act to wrap it all up."

The camera closed in as the pawpads retreated from her engorged clit; for a second the tiger thought it possible to lean forward and kiss it.

"Well," he managed to reply, "you're sure keeping your audience riveted, right to the end!"

He was pretty sure she gave him an appreciative thumbs-up, before wrapping all her pawpads around the moulded tiger testicles wedged firmly against her lower lips and tugging down slowly.

"Mmm - mnn - ngh - haa - uh - ah - aaaahhhhhhh..."

Her long, moaning sigh echoed around the lounge room as the slippery crimson shaft gradually withdrew, released from her inner passage until only the distinct bulb-shaped indentation of its head remained behind her lower lips.

The tiger whistled, staring in an unblinking gaze as he absorbed the whole spectacle. "Fuck, Honey..." he exhaled, feeling his crotch stirring again in automatic response. "That's seriously hot."

"Mmmrrrr yeah, it kinda is, isn't it?" she replied softly (playfully, he thought?).

"I mean, think about it," she continued. "Here I am, so far away, and yet... right here with you, my paw on a damn close copy of your goods, and it *sigh* almost feels like your head when it's hard and *mmm* not quite fully grown, and then here's these nubs inside, and I ohhh..."

The view shook briefly, then steadied itself as the lioness regained her composure - mostly. As she had been speaking, her paw had surreptitiously begun to tilt and twist the shaft's base; the head pressed and rubbed her swollen inner walls as she sighed softly, tail twitching.

"I - I just..." she murred, working the ridged feline-shaped head behind the apex of her sensitive entrance; he could only stare and try to breathe, watching the raised mound of pressure under her skin as she began to work herself into a lustful stupor, overcome by the sensation.

"I know," the tiger encouraged earnestly. "It's ok - I'm right here." And he was; already finding himself steadily rising to attention as his mate aroused herself with thoughts and feelings of him on her body - in her body - all over her body; "I'm yours, Jess. Feel me. Let go."

"Mmmm oh baby... mrrraaahhh..."

The lioness worked the head and tip against her walls, pressing it sideways, twisting, shifting in and out only the slightest distance, catching the folds of her lips against its lower rungs of spines. She gasped and mewled, her ecstasy building.

The tiger meanwhile grinned to himself, enjoying every moment of this experience, cheerfully wrapping a forepaw around his shaft to give it a few quick pumping squeezes; it sprouted to full length and girth eagerly, well recovered from its earlier release - and keen for more.

With an expectant grunt he shifted his paw, gripping his spearhead and massaging firmly with strong pads. His euphoric daze had not yet completely lifted, and now he sensed it rebuilding, knowing it would soon cloud his mind until nothing else existed save for sheer pleasure.

The lioness moaned, guiding the nubs and ridges of the head's surface against her most sensitive spots. "Oh... oh baby, mmm..."

The shakiness of his view increased in direct opposition to her concentration on her hold on the camera phone, a perspective becoming most distracting.

"Hey Honey, just put the phone down. You don't need to worry about it, really."

Her action paused a moment, then with a flurry of movement the view warped and shifted - until suddenly much more of her beautiful form filled the screen - there on their couch, from her calves up...

"Whoa, there you are!" he beamed, finally able to take her in from panting muzzle to heaving chest, right down to her trembling crotch - the tip of the thick rod still inside her. (Yep, he thought briefly, her camerawork is just BRILLIANT.) "And you're so fucking beautiful..."

"Mmrrr," she smiled weakly, "now we have the same view of each other, and I have both paws free. So I - ohhhhh-!"

Her reply was cut short as her other forepaw (no longer on cinematic duty) found her crotch's nerve cluster, sandwiching it between her pads and the nubs underneath.

"Oh fffuck..." the tiger muttered under his breath, gripping his own sensitive, spiny head harder as he watched his mate throw her head back; a strangled cry filled the room, the speakers amplifying her combined growl-purr-gasp. She pawed at herself wildly - as did he, panting.

She tipped her muzzle forward, enough for the tiger to know she was watching him - and loving it - just as he had full view of her. He didn't measure the time passing as they pleasured themselves for each other; rubbing, squeezing, pressing, fondling, swelling, dripping, lusting.

Eventually he realised her panting breaths were collapsing in on themselves, and sensed her imminent second release.

"That's it, Jess, feel my thick head in your pussy, my lioness; come hard with me..." he coaxed in a deep breathy voice, his words even pushing him to the edge.

She needed little encouragement; her paw tapped the base of the dildo repeatedly, drumming its head hard and fast against her aching inner lips and walls, as her other paw massaged from above. "Oh baby - oh yes tiger you're so good - yesss - aaahh - ahh! - ah! AH! AH! AAAHHHRR-"

She came. And fuck, how she came - a staccato chain of yowling wildcat shrieks as her whole being spasmed again and again, ears to tail; her strong paw rubbed over her clit as she unsteadily thrust at her interior nerve endings with the flared head of the tiger-shaped dildo.

It was easy for the tiger to push himself over the edge - there in full view, after all, was the lioness he loved, lost in pleasure, howling with lust for him. Just a few more tugs, and a familiar rush overcame him again; "uhhrr-RRA-AWRR!" he grunted, coating his chestfur anew.

He squinted as waves of euphoria flooded his senses, in time with the throbbing pulse of his second release from his pawpads' urging. With concerted effort he regained his breath and shook his head clear, a ripple rolling through the fur in his striped mane as he opened his eyes;

"Ahhh-!" He gasped, speechless as he refocused on the screen...

The lioness had already freed the crimson head from her pussy and brought it to her muzzle, suckling at it desperately; she whined as her other forepaw continued to grope her pussy, two pawpads slipping inside.

She was beyond worked up - completely enveloped in forceful passion, lower muscles dripping and clenching around her paw, biting down and practically inhaling the bulge in her maw as if it were really his own, as if it - he - would at any second explode roaring into her muzzle.

He stared long enough to realise he was drooling down his chin and into his mane a little; with a glint in his eye he sparked out a sharp, sudden "RAWWWRRR!!"

As predicted, the lioness bucked wildly, tail thumping the couch beside her, mouth open to echo his roar; "RRRAAAHH-!!!"

Her entire feline form heaved as she gripped her crotch, panting through her primal cry, the underside of the tiger dildo's spiny head pressed to her bottom lip. The tiger surged with pride and love at the vision - and sound - of his lioness reaching the peak of her ecstasy.

With a loud rumbling sigh he gave his ballsac a final squeeze, coaxing the remaining droplets of release through his shaft and out his tip, dribbling over his flared spurs onto his pawpads. He was content enough, watching the lioness writhing in joy onscreen, slowly coming down.

"Ahhhh... Mmmm... Urrhhh..."

Her gasping wails of ecstasy gradually gave way to murmurs of euphoria, a relaxing warmth spreading through her mind and body. The intense strumming of her crotch became a gentle, almost appreciative petting; her pawpads emerged, soaked, from inside.

Panting slowly, she gave the spiny head on her lip a small kiss and nibble before trailing it down her chin, guiding it to rest against her chest with a sigh.

"Ahhhhh babe... that was... just amazing," she finally purred. "Just to watch you, and feeling that close to you..."

"Heh, I know," he chuckled, smiling back at her as he released his hold, letting his softening shaft fall back against the matted white fur on his belly. "Even from over here. That was a great idea - and like I said, your camera skills?" The tiger whistled. "Fucking phenomenal."

The lioness smiled slyly. "Well, you know, I've been practising..."

She waited for his wide-eyed reaction, his mind obviously trying to grasp her meaning, before laughing and leaning forward, filling the TV with her muzzle and sparkling green eyes. "Nah, not really! Just lucky."

He laughed back. "Well, the view from here was just fantastic! Do - well, is that how you feel when - um, how you react when it's me? Like, really me in your muzzle, and my forepaw reaching back and touching you...?"

She nodded. "Kinda yeah. More intense with you though. And..."

Now the striped cat found himself also leaning forward, mirroring her pose (and not for the first time that night either). "And what??"

She licked her lips, and her next sentence slid from her maw accompanied with a distinct purr. "And I'm missing your taste, tiger."

He paused a moment before replying, her words taking him by surprise. "Whoa, girl, when you say things like that to me - well, you sure keep me coming back for more." He chuckled, then stared intently into her gaze on the screen. "I love you, Jess."

"Love you too, Allan."

"And now," she continued, "I really AM taking a shower!" She leaned back on the couch, giving him full view again; her fur matted from sweat and passion, ears to - well, thighs at least, as far as she fitted in frame. He took it all in, one more time... and she was so beautiful.

The excited swelling of her crotch had begun to reduce in the afterglow; her eyes and smile lit up the room (as always, to him); her perfect round furred breasts and trails of nipples (three by two, his favourite way to count) slowly rose and fell with her steadying breaths...

... and there, straddling the length of her chest, lay a long shape, bulbous and knobbed at each end like a bone, cradled tenderly as though it were your own... still sporting a spectrum of red hues - shaft of pink, both ends of bright crimson, tacky to the touch against her fur.

"Yeah fair enough..." he murmured appreciatively. "I should do the same. Just... enjoying the view while it lasts."

The lioness giggled, her left forepaw rubbing her hip slowly. "Allan?"

"Yeah, Jess?"

"There's a low shelf in our shower... and our phones are waterproof."