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>”That’s all I am to you? Just a beast?” She barely manages to squeak out, voice cracking

>The liger woman crosses her arms and shakes nervously as her whiskers droop towards the floor, a look unbefitting of her towering stature

>”Yes. Just a beast.” You respond with a sneer. “You disgust me, always have. Anthros belong back in the wild along with all the other feral, stinking, stupid animals. Except for you, Laura, you really don’t belong anywhere. Ligers don’t have a place in nature. You’re all just unnatural abominations, the deviant products of two degenerate cats.”

>”Please, please don’t say that Anon.” She says through a cry, her tears wetting the orange fur around her glimmering eyes. “Don’t call me that please!”

>”What? Abomination?” She recoils back upon hearing the word causing you to smile. “Well that’s what you are Laura! God, just look at your disgusting excuse for a body…”

>You begin to run your eyes up and down her fur

>Laura’s coat bore traces of both her tiger mother and lion father

>Showing bright orange along her back and sides, it softened into a cream color around her belly, chin, and extremities

>Neat stripes of a darker orange ran along her back and up to the top of her head

>Her face bore the typical strong look of a larger feline, but with a muzzle that’s a little wider than either of her parents

>Her tail hangs limply between her legs

>The most obvious sign of her mixed parentage, it has a tuft of dark fur at the end like what’s found on lions, yet also had stripes and a good amount of fluff along its length like a tiger’s tail

>Completing your survey you look along her belly

>Where most big cats didn’t have any difficulty keeping their weight under control, call it good genetics, Laura had difficulties her entire life with weight

>Her belly has a decent paunch and along her hips and thighs are traces of excess fat

>Never approaching obesity, yet unable to ever appear slim, the best she could hope for was a soft body with sensual curves

>”…it’s disgusting!” You remark with a gob of spit towards the floor. “It makes me want to vomit!” She whimpers a little at your assessment. “You possess neither the unbridled energy of a lioness nor the striped beauty of a tigress! You’re just a sad little hybrid, stuck in between two species that are both superior to you!”

>She wipes her eyes and looks to the ground

>“You…don’t mean that. You married me because you love me. You said I was beautiful. You called me unique, with a beauty that only comes once in a century.”

>”Heh.” You straighten your back and lean forward, emphasizing every syllable. ”Honey, I lied.”

>She tries to say something but it dies in her throat, you continue

>”I think you’re ugly. And your stripes look like weird scars. And you’re fat. And you STINK!” You say, pinching your nose

>”I do not stink!” She cries back

>”Yes you do Laura! You’re the stinkiest woman I’ve ever been with! You smell like death!”

>”E-e-even smellier than that hyena you dated in college?” She softly sniffles

>”Yes, you’re even stinkier than that yeen slut that didn’t bathe for months at a time. You’re stinky Laura! Stinky!”

>She puts a paw to her mouth with a shocked whimper, you continue

>“And that’s why I'm leaving you Laura. You’re just a dumb, ugly, dead carcass smelling animal.” You lift a suitcase and face the door. “Goodbye Laura. I hope to never see you again.”

>”NO-NO-NO-NO! WAIT-WAIT-WAIT!” She screams, new tears falling from her eyes as she puts a pleading paw out. “What about our cubs? Are you really going to leave them too? They need you Anon!”

>You slowly turn to face her again

>”You may do with them as you please. I could never be a father to a pile of furred mongrels, my parents would disown me. I think I’ll move down to Mexico, where there aren’t any cats, and settle down with a nice Latina girl. We’ll have half a dozen nice, well behaved, furless human children and she’ll secure me all the tequila I could ever want. And the best part? I’ll NEVER have to clean her litter box.”

>”No, no, no. Please, this can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” She mutters to herself

>You face the door again, turning your head for one last remark

>”Oh, and our cubs? They’re stinky too!”

>You throw open the door but before you can take a single step out a paw grips your shoulder, claws digging into your skin

>”You aren’t leaving me that easily, Anon.” She says, voice low and growly

>”I will do what I want! The wishes of dumb anthros have no bearing on my actions. Now get your dirty paw off my shoulder before-hey!”

>She suddenly shoves you away from the door and closes it

>When she turns to face you the fur on the back of her neck is standing up and her eyes are dilated, your eyes drift down to find that she’s got her claws out as well

>”L-Laura, honey bun, I’m not sure what you’re planning to do but-“

>The towering Liger marches forward and silently grabs your arm, manhandling you into the master bedroom

>She throws you onto the mattress before grabbing some conveniently placed rope from under the bed

>She then proceeds to tie your hands to the headboard above you as you lay on the bed, grinning wickedly the entire time

>”Congratulations fleabag, I’m gonna call the cops as soon as I'm free and you’ll go to prison for life. Or is it animal control I should be calling?” You smirk

>She softly laughs, a paw tightly gripping the hair on the back of your head

>”Just a beast, huh? I’ll show you how much of a beast I really can be.”

>She licks the side of your face with her rough, barbed tongue

>You grimace and turn your head away

>”Gah! Get away from me, your breath smells like catnip.”

>Her head goes lower and she opens her maw enveloping your entire throat between her teeth, four pointy fangs digging into your supple skin

>She growls softly and you quickly get her point

>”Okay, okay. I take that back.”

>She trills in satisfaction and pulls her head back, licking your throat a few times before pulling away

>The liger then takes her claws and deftly cuts through your clothing, leaving you as naked as the day you were born

>She throws her own clothing off the bed and now nothing stood between you and the seven foot tall angry liger woman but a few feet of space

>She straddles your legs and leans in, her cold wet nose brushing up against your ear

>”Calling me an abomination, threatening to abandon me and the cubs, saying I’m stinky. You’ve been a very bad boy, Anon.” She coos. “You’ll need to make it up to me. And I know just the way you can do that.”

>She brings a paw up and a single thick, dark claw shoots out of the tip of her pointer finger

>”Cats have claws. Humans have fingernails. Mine are better than yours, don’t you agree?” She smiles, holding her clawed finger in front of your face

>”Umm, uhh, ya, sure, claws are better.”

>She moves it closer to your mouth

>”Clean it. With your mouth.” She orders, eyes dilating

>You whimper and it draws closer to your lips

>You turn your head away but she grips your thigh with her other paw, painfully digging her claws into it

>”Ow-ow-ow! Okay, okay, I’ll do it.” You pathetically acquiesce

>The claw draws closer and you take it between your lips

>You rub your tongue over the smooth bone, it tastes earthy, like dirt

>With a strong grimace you proceed to give her claw a tongue bath, covering every millimeter of it with your saliva

>When she was satisfied she retracts her finger from your mouth

>She twirls her hand around in the light, surveying the newly cleaned shiny surface

>”Hmmm, you’re not a bad claw cleaner Anon. Maybe you should become a groomer and service beasts like me every day. Cutting our fur, sharpening our claws, grooming our coats. It might put you in your place, make you realize that humans were never at the top of the food chain.”

>”But I already have a job…” You whimper

>She rolls her eyes and gets on her feet, turning around so her butt was now level with your face

>Her tail flicks back and forth in front of you, her soft buns filling your vision

>”Do you like my tail, Anon?”

>”…yes?”

>”Even though it’s attached to an animal?”

>”Uhhh…ya.”

>”Lift it up.”

>”My hands are tied.”

>”Then use your mouth.” She curtly responds

>”Absolutely not! Claws are one thing, tails are another. Your tail is right next to your gross cat parts. It’s unclean.”

>She laughs evilly

>”As if it’ll matter! Where do you think that mouth of yours will be going next? Bite my tail. Now.” She firmly commands, moving her ass closer

>You pause for a moment, then decide to just go ahead and get it over with

>You move towards the middle of her tail but just when you get close to enough to bite it she flicks it away

>You try again only for Lauren to do it once more

>”Maybe you’ll have better luck near the base.” She teases. “And do hurry, I’m getting a little impatient.” She adds, raking her claws down your legs

>You crane your neck upwards towards it base and go in for the attack

>This time you manage to get a good grip on it with your teeth, she tries to wag it back and forth but you remain locked onto it with a steely bite

>”Looks like you finally got me Anon. Tell me, how does liger tail taste?”

>Her tail is so meaty it’s impossible for your tongue to not make contact with it

>The taste is salty, like sweat, but underneath it is also a musky kind of flavor

>She really ought to wash under her tail more

>”I said, how does it taste? Answer me!” She growls

>You mumble some obscenities in response and she chuckles

>“I’ll interpret that as ‘It tastes excellent ma’am, may I have another?’. Alright, now lift it up. You won’t be able to service my precious kitty holes with my big, fat tail in the way now will you?”

>Begrudgingly, you crane your neck up further and lift it out of the way

>”Stop.” She commands. “I’ll keep it up so you can do your work. I want kisses from the base of my tail to my asshole, then a nice rimming, then you’ll be exploring this liger’s cub canal with your tongue. Got it?”

>You remove your mouth from her tail, spitting out a few liger hairs along the way

>It’s clear that she’s been dripping wet for the past few minutes, strands of grool hang and break between the base of her tail and her crotch

>”Laura I really don’t like doing ass stuff can-“

>”Kisses! Now!” She bellows, shifting so you have a perfect angle

>With an annoyed grunt you put your lips to the base of her tail and begin planting soft kisses along it

>Down, down, down, all the way to her chocolate rose

>You then take your tongue and begin circling her entrance

>”I guess this makes you even lower than those beasts you hate so much, worshipping cat ass the way you are. You’re just a humie slut that deep down wants to please his furred betters, aren’t you?” She haughtily simmers over her shoulder

>”Your ass tastes like kitty litter.” You blurt out

>Her smile dies and she raises her lips, teeth bared

>”No it doesn’t!” She growls back. “Now start pleasuring this pussy’s pussy before I get the claw out and accidentally rearrange some genitals!”

>You immediately lower your mouth and begin working on her vag, Laura slowly faces forward and a few seconds later you hear a low purring come from her

>As you continue to lick, suck, and explore her cub canal Laura sighs, and you feel a paw stroke you to maximum hardness

>”Might as well reward my humie, even if he doesn’t deserve it. No cats in Mexico my ass.” She mumbles, diving down as she envelopes your cock

>As her soft lips and not so soft tongue work their magic on your member you feel one of her teeth graze your sensitive glands with every other motion

>”Laura, watch the teeth please.” You whisper forward

>But this only goads her into using more of her teeth, grazing your rod with large pointy fangs with each and every stroke

>”Laura come on this isn’t funny.”

>She begins softly biting your cock

>”Laura stop it. Not so hard! You’re gonna-refrigerator! Refrigerator! Refrigeratoooooor!”

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>You and Laura lay on the bed, your head against her soft chest as it slowly rises and falls with every breath

>Your back is raked with claw marks, as are several other parts of your body

>Not that you minded, it wasn’t very often you and her got to go wild like this since having cubs

>”We’ll need to pick up the cubs from the babysitter soon.” You murmur

>You hear Laura sigh above you

>”Does my ass really taste like kitty litter?”

>You have to suppress a laugh

>”No, it doesn’t.”

>”Good. I’m not sure I liked the little roleplay we did today.”

>”You’re the one that chose it.”

>”And you’re the one that decided to call me an abomination. You know I hate that word. That was too far.”

>”Awww, I'm sorry Laura. You know I always thought you had the best of both worlds. You’re the prettiest kitty, always will be.” You whisper back apologetically, looking up to her and rubbing her ear affectionately

>”I forgive you…this time.” She smiles back mischievously

>”Thanks.” You lean up and plant a chaste kiss on her lips. “And next time please remember to stop what you’re doing when I use the safe word. It exists for a reason.”

>Her brow furrows

>”You never said it though.”

>Yes I did! I said it like ten times when you started biting my cock.”

>”I didn’t hear you say microwave a single time."