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Aileana was sitting in a neighborhood bar after work again. It really wasn't the best way to spend her evenings, but there was never anything good on TV and movies were too expensive to rent, so she would drop by and blow 3 dollars on a beer before heading home to her own air conditioner. This particular bar, Randle's Place, was more of a late-night hangout anyway, so there were usually very few patrons around to watch a small mouse girl get pleasantly tipsy on one mug of beer, and she liked it that way.

Still, she was female, and she did get lonely living alone sometimes. A little companionship, maybe someone to talk to who wasn't a... Looking around the room from the door, today it was two college students taking advantage of the quiet atmosphere (and surprisingly good coffee) to study, a group of housewives giggling about penises or something just as juvenile on their weekly night out, a few disinterested twenty-somethings trying to watch 'the game' on one of the TVs (Randle's had several, all turned to different channels; Aileana liked to watch the news on the one behind the bar), the usual three or four barflies that had seen better, more sober days, and a good-looking Tiger male.

Strange. Good-looking males never came into Randle's, except to watch 'the game'. But it wasn't the right season, or the right time of day. Why was he here? She looked over at him again. Jeans and a light gray turtleneck to deal with the unseasonably cool summer's day, cheap tennis shoes, well-built body sculpted from orange, black, and white marble, 6'0'' and 190 pounds at a guess, and looking right into her scanning eyes, smiling. Aileana quickly looked back into her mug and its comforting golden liquid. She'd had a couple of flings in high school, and a couple more after that, but there really wasn't anyone permanent in her life. But if that tiger was as rock solid as he looked, then maybe...

No. No, she couldn't. She looked at him again, then back down. He probably wanted a more classically sculpted mate, a mate with breasts and curves - an obviously feminine mate. That wasn't her. Her own body, 4'8'' and 80 pounds dry, flat and curveless, was about as androgynous now as it was in middle school. She looked over again, but he was gone. "Oh well. Fun dreams tonight..." she whispered into her nearly-empty mug.

"I agree!" The voice, masculine and friendly, came from behind and to her left. "So I saw you looking at me - thought I'd come over and say hi." She turned to see the tiger standing there. "Mind if I sit? I'm Keegan, by the way." He sat next to her and put out his large meaty paw for a handshake.

"Aileana - nice to meet you." Even with the plainly obvious size difference and her lack of paw fur, her paw still felt small and naked inside of his. "I never - uh - I don't think I've ever seen you here before."

"Oh, is that all?" he chuckled, "I thought you were checking me out." The blush spreading across her face confirmed it. "Nah, you're right - I usually go to a different bar, but they changed owners, and they got a new theme, and they stopped serving in mugs and started using glasses... It's just too different now, so I came here. Might as well try something new, y'know? So what about you?"

"Huh?" He'd been watching her as he spoke, whereas her own eyes kept wandering between her mug, his face, his mug, the TV, and her paws. She really wasn't in the right mindset to carry on a meaningful conversation - it was really enough that he was talking to her.

"You look lonely - actually, you also look intimidated. Let's fix that. How much more can a girl like you drink? No, wait, that's creepy." He thought for a few seconds. "I've got it - I'll do the drinking and the talking! No worries, I'm a happy drunk."

The tiger clearly wasn't going to take no for an answer, and sounded like he earnestly wanted to have a friendly chat with her. "Okay, Keegan. You drink and talk, I'll listen."

"Excellent. Barkeep! Another beer!" He took a glug of beer when it arrived, and launched into his idea of a good evening...

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Randle's was actually open until 1 or so, but the little mouse left at 9, dwarfed by her tiger companion. It'd been a happy evening, starting with polite small talk about their jobs and careers, rent and transportation costs, then moving on to hobbies and friends, and ending up at the realization that they were both needing a certain something, preferably a long hard night of hot and tangled certain something. So they left and went to her place, a block away and three flights up.

"So."

"Yeah."

"This is my place." She spread her arms out in the living room. It was certainly big enough for her, but to a full-size tiger the apartment seem a bit cramped.

"Seems a bit cramped." He left his shoes at the door next to hers and dropped his coat onto the couch on top of her vest. "Isn't it cramped?"

"No, not to me; it's home." She went back into the kitchen and turned on the electric kettle. "Near the city and eight hundred a month."

He sat down on the couch. "Is it worth it?"

"I think so. It's quieter than it looks, and the neighbors either work late or don't exist." She got out some cups. "Want some coffee?"

"No, I'm good. ...Wait, you're offering me actual coffee?"

She tried to be sultry and seductive - "Well, yeah, because I need you up all night..." - but it came off as bashful and excited.

"Point taken. So... how much sound can we make?"

"Well... the building's kinda empty and I found out a few weeks ago that everyone else works nights."

"Does that mean we can make as much sound as we want?" He stood up and walked over to her.

"Probably not screaming, but pretty much, yeah. Would you like anything?"

"Yes." He leaned down and wrapped his thick arms around her from behind - "Can you guess what I want?" - then pushed his pelvis into her back.

Aileana gasped at the sudden pressure of a hard cock (through four layers of clothes) poking her just under her shoulder blades. "Oh! But you have to treat me like a princess first, Kitty." She turned around and smiled up at him as she disconnected the kettle. "You have to carry me to my bed, and undress me, and kiss me good night."

He grinned and lifted her up, cradling her against his chest as she sighed happily, and took her to the bedroom. "I can undress you and treat you gently, like a little princess," he said as her dropped her onto the bed from half a foot up, "or I can rip your clothes off, Mousie." He growled a little for emphasis, grinning.

As part of an effort to save money, Aileana been buying most of her clothes at secondhand shops, and didn't have much attachment to what she wore. "Oh no, please don't tear my clothes off..." she said with a coy smile.

He tore her little white shirt in two with claws and strength, laughing as he revealed her flat chest and hardening nipples. "You're small for a mousie - but I like my mousies small."

The big kitty sat on her waist, held her hands down onto the mattress, licked his lips, and then sank his teeth into her neck and shoulder, applying enough pressure to leave a mark but not quite draw blood. The sudden pain made her gasp, which turned into a moan when the terror and pleasure of being a mousie at a kitty's mercy kicked in. "No, don't eat me - I'll do anything, please" she moaned.

"Anything, huh?" He released her from his jaws and licked her, from her shoulder to her ears. "Then strip for me. Mousies aren't supposed to wear clothes at night." He sat up and pulled her up and off the bed, sitting on it while she stood on the floor.

The torn shirt came off easily and fell to the floor almost without input from her, while her black miniskirt and tiny panties didn't need more than a quick shimmy. "And my socks too?" she asked submissively, scrambling to pull them off without waiting for his reply - he'd said 'strip', after all. She stood before him, knowing that he could tear her apart in rage, or split her in two out of lust. "What's Kitty going to do to me?"

"Have you been bad, mousie? Because bad mousies want to be spanked, don't they?" He gestured to his lap.

"I... yes. I was bad today. I was really, really bad" she said, bending over onto his lap as he pulled her up, balancing her tiny frame so her legs no longer touched the floor. He grabbed her tail with his left paw and held it down onto her back, while his large right paw rested on her butt, covering most of it, but to her it felt like it completely covered it. "I need to be spanked - spank me, Kitty!" She felt the first WHAP throughout her body, and realized he wasn't going to hold back.

"Mousies don't get to order Kitties around." WHAP WHAP WHAP. "How were you bad today?"

She tried to get her breath back before answering - WHAP. "Ah-ah-I had a beer with a man today!" WHAP WHAP WHAP.

"Oh?" WHAP WHAP. "What did he look like?"

Tough as she was, Aileana was already crying a bit from the pain. "He's big and gorgeous and hung and strong and he's a kitty!" WHAP WHAP. "Ah! And, and - he's-"

"How many was that?" He waited a moment while she tried to count the slaps, then WHAP. "How many?"

"Twelve! Twelvetwelvetwelvetwelvetwelve-" WHAP

"Fourteen." WHAP. "What was that?"

"Fif-fif-fifteen!"

WHAP. "Better. But you're also going to be bad tonight, too, aren't you. So you need more!" WHAP WHAP.

"Ah! Ye-" WHAP. "Yes! I'm going to be bad and there's-" WHAP. "Ah! And there's nothing I can do about it!" WHAP.

"And how many do you deserve?"

"Twenty-" WHAP. "-Five!"

"How many more?"

"Tw-no, three. Three!" WHAP. "T-t-t-two!" WHAP. "Onemoreonemoreonemore." WHAP. "Ahhhhhh!" Her eyes flew open as the pain of the last smack burned into her, firing up into pleasure, while her incoherent moaning gradually died down. As the tingle soaked into her, her fingers and toes slowed their twitching, and her eyes closed again.

"What are you going to do, little naked mousie? Are you going to please your Kitty?" He let her collapse, rear-first, onto the floor. She still had just enough strength in her to keep her pink cheeks from touching the floor. "Or is Kitty going to have to please himself?" From what he knew, mouse tails were strong enough that, unless he or she was overweight, a healthy mouse could hang from it - so he lifted her up by her tail and cupped her chin, tilting it up and looking into her eyes. "Well?"

"Yesyesyesyes..."

"Then please me." He let her down as gently as the situation warranted - with a thump. She recovered quickly and looked up at him, kneeling on all fours, not quite sure what he wanted. "Well? You'll get twenty more for being slow if you don't hurry up and release me?" He gestured to his lap again.

She understood. There was obviously something large and hard inside his jeans, trying to break free of its confines, and she would be the one to do it. It turned out that he liked buttons instead of a zipper, making it easier (and safer) for her to please his cock when she released it.

As she unbuttoned his pants, he dropped a paw down to rub her back. The warmth of his paw felt good there, sliding up and down the short, fine fur she had, and her tail curled a little in response. When she got to his underwear, she could only think of how painful it must have been to restrain such a bulge in such a small place (and how much she'd turned him on), and resolved to free it. The underwear folds weren't easy to deal with, but she had nimble hands well-suited to the task, finally adjusting everything so her kitty's cock could spring out. And what a cock it was - there was no way she could take it all into her mouth without choking to death. But she would certainly try!

She started by licking it up and down, taking in the musky assault on her senses. If she had been presented with this salty taste out of context, she would have wondered just how drunk the chef was and sent it back - but swallowing it straight from the source only made her want to ingest it all somehow, even if it meant licking every last square inch of his body. The taste and smell of his sweaty manhood (he said he'd come straight from the gym earlier) burned its way into her mind, becoming the only thing she was aware of, and wanted.

All too soon, she began to taste less and less of him on his magnificent cock and balls, but she took this as a sign to start sucking. She looked up for a sign - he had been watching her the whole time, grinning, enjoying her worship of her new lord and master. "Now suck" he said with a grin.

By now a drop of precum had formed at the very tip, proving to her that she'd been doing it right so far. It was a reward! A reward from him, for her skill in cleaning his musky, sweaty cock. She licked the tip, savoring the even stronger taste of his lust for her, concentrated in that one drop. More! The burning WANT inside her body, lit by the swatting she'd gotten, was greedy for more. She'd eat him whole if she could, but it was far easier to let him give it to her. So she licked his kitty cock head a bit, trying to coax out another drop - there! She got another sweet reward after a moment, and would have kept on licking for precum had he not pushed her head from the back. "I said suck, mousie!" Despite the progression of events so far, he pushed her head down gently, allowing her to get used to the size.

But as she brought her mouth down onto it, it hit her that it really was a little too big - just about half of it would fit without opening up her throat. And it wasn't going to fit in her throat. Hell, it barely fit in her mouth at all - she felt like her cheeks were bulging out and her tongue had almost no room to move - but that wasn't going to stop her. No, she was going to get another reward from her new master!

He continued to watch as the little mousie, barely able to fit her tight lips around his cock, began to bob her head up and down as well as she could manage. She could have refused, or kicked him out, but no - she was earnestly trying her best to please him. Her effort alone was a huge turn-on, and he felt a little warmer for it.

Feeling unable to fully please his cock with just her mouth, she began to fondle his heavy balls, hoping to coax them to part with some of their delicious treasure. And while her size made it impossible to give him the blowjob he deserved, that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy it. Her mouth was the tightest living thing his cock had ever been in, and with the up-down motion and her tickling and fondling his balls... Not being able to fully please him clearly wasn't the same as not being able to please him at all, and on his end, the little mousie was giving him the best blowjob of his life.

And then he had her stop. "So tell me mousie - have you ever fucked a kitty before?" he asked with a grin.

She felt an eager twitch from her wet pussy when he asked that. That was all the excuse she needed to slide her mouth off of his cock - slowly, savoring the taste and fullness, releasing it with a POP that got them both chuckling. "Mmm, no, but I bet it's going to be fun learning..."

"Here, you get on top first, see if it'll even fit." He lay down on her bed, his legs below the knees hanging over the foot and kicking a little out of excitement. She crept up onto him, sitting first on his chest, then sliding down, wetting the top half of his cock with her juices. When she was getting close to his knees, his cock jumped back up, free from her tortuously slow movement. Then she began moving up again, until his large, magnificent cock looked like it was poking out of her instead of him.

"Hee - I'm gonna jerk myself off..." She licked her hand slowly, like it was a popsicle she was getting wet for deepthroating purposes, and gave his - her - cock a couple of slow, full-length strokes. There was a common procedure now that a lot of kitties got, one that removed their cock barbs for various reasons, and Keegan had obviously gotten it - more fun for her!

"Aaah... No, don't be like that - c'mon, ride me~" he whined. She gave him a coy smile in return, and continued to stroke slowly and patiently, teasing him with both of her small pink hands that were nowhere near going all the way around it. One hand played near the tip, where the ring of her index finger and thumb caught the bottom edge of his cockhead on the upstroke, and the other played near the base, pushing down a bit in the downstroke so her pinky and ring fingers pressed into his large, fertile testicles, her tiny fingers hurting a tiny bit but also coaxing them to hurry up and produce more lifegiving cum. Torture!

Finally, she was satisfied with her kitty's girth and length, that it would be enough to induce an orgasm, and got up a little. "Are you ready? 'Cause here I come..." She was already sopping wet from being manhandled and sucking, but it took that and her natural flexibility and some strength to slip his cockhead inside - and it was just a sign of how badly she wanted inside her that it fit at all!

"Aw fuck fuck fuck..." he whispered. His cock had never been in anything so tight, not a pussy, not a mouth, not an ass or a hand, and certainly not a toy - it took some work on his end to not cum the second her pussy wrapped around his cock and practically made it part of her. She kept on pushing down, and to his unending surprise, she was able to take all of it, the whole thing, inside her. Of course, she was gasping every inch of the way and there was every indication that, if he'd been a millimeter wider, she'd split in two - but that just made it better.

"OOOooooo... so big..." she whimpered between gasps and moans. "I hope you don't get any bigger - I don't think I could take you if you were," she said with a smile. "Ready for a ride with a real girl?"

"Yeah!" But he had a sudden thought. "Hey, shouldn't I be wearing a condom?" In response, she pulled up until only his cockhead was still in her - then dropped down again.

"Maybe. It's okay - I'm on the pill - but y'know what?" She leaned in close to him. "Can we pretend that I'm not?" she whispered. "Can we pretend that we both forgot, and that you're going to knock me up? I'm an innocent little mousie, and you're the big bad kitty come to pump my belly full of cum and make me carry your litter? Pwetty pwease?" Baby talk, finger inside lips, big blinky eyes - she went the whole nine yards on that last one, and hoped it took. She hadn't stopped sitting and rising, either, and by the look on his face he was willing to play along with anything she said.

"Yeah, anything you want mousie, but keep riding..." He reached down to her little clitty and rubbed it. Being male, he had no idea just how sensitive it could be, or how directly it was connected to the 'wild, epileptic seizure-class flailing, screaming, uncontrolled, building-quaking orgasm' button in her body, so he was surprised when she seized up and noticeably tensed.

"AAaaha ha ha, wow. Be careful with that."

"Nope. Lets see you dance, pilgrim." This time, he rubbed it, and kept on rubbing, as she was sitting down. She tensed up again, and her breathing became short and high - and suddenly, she came. Hard. Didn't even get the chance to scream it out. For a second, she wasn't breathing - or couldn't, Keegan couldn't tell - but it started back up again. "Oh, so you like that, huh?"

"No, no, just let me ride you." She said it like she meant it, but then she collapsed onto his chest, cock still firmly embedded inside her. The orgasm had hit her hard. "Ah heh heh - maybe you could, uh..."

"Sure thing mousie." He got up, practically wearing her on his chest like a shirt, and gently turned over, lying down again so that she was on her back - with him on top of her. He slid out of her, to her dismay, and dried off his thick dick on the sheets. "Now... I've got you right where I want you, you dumb little mousie! Don't try to resist or anything, because I'm gonna fuck a baby into your belly! (how's that?)" he said, after a deep breath to try and get into character (he failed hilariously).

"(yeah, more like that!) Eeeee! Nooo mister kitty! Don't! I can't get pregnant, not now! My, uh, my boyfriend - we haven't even had sex yet!" Aileana cried out, trying to keep up with her own role. She tried to struggle and thrash around, but Keegan quickly pinned her limbs to the bed. Her thin, bare, whip-like tail was soon held down and wrapped by his thicker, furry one; her head was pushed into a pillow by his, their lips meeting in a hot kiss. Her tongue fast became the only thing she could move, and even it was forced around by his.

Once she stopped struggling, he let go of her mouth, a thin string of mixed saliva stretching between their lips until it snapped back down to her. "You've been teasing me all month with that outfit," he said, pointing to the pile of clothes lying on the floor (and which she'd bought yesterday), "so now I'm gonna let my big kitty dick take it out on your little mousie pussy and knock you up!"

"Please use a condom at least, please mister kitty?" she begged, trying to keep the smile off her face. But he suddenly slid into her again without a word or protection. "AaaHHHhh!" she cried out, her pussy walls stretching out from the sudden thickness, the few moments they'd taken to constrict back to normal again in its absence completely wasted.

He continued to pump in and out of her - slowly, so they could both savor the feeling - both of them moaning rather than think actual thoughts. Soon, she was at the brink, and while he kept on going, she slipped one tiny hand down to her little clit, toying it until she couldn't take it any longer. "Keegan - fuck harder, please!"

Without questioning it, he increased his pace, and she came - not deeply, like she'd hoped, where her whole body would feel 'hot' inside and her head would get stuck in a bright sphere for a few seconds, but sharply, mostly in her pussy with a little seeping out to the rest of her. She could feel her pussy convulse around the tiger's dick and her fingers and toes twitch - but she wanted to pass out, dammit.

Maybe he sensed this, and maybe he didn't, but Keegan kept up the increased pace. She could feel his hot breath in bursts, as he tried to pace himself, hold back - was he trying to cum with her? Aileana decided that he needed a little 'encouragement'. "Mister kitty, I- I can feel you're about to - my boyfriend calls it 'cumming'. Please don't - your hot sperm's gonna get into my belly and make it all big with babies, and my titties'll get big too and start makin' milk, and I won't be able to do anything but have sex with you all day and night until they're born. I won't even be allowed to wear clothes, and you'll lead me around on a leash outside to show me off, and I'll have to go on all fours and fuck you whenever and wherever you want... Please don't cum in me?" she begged between gasps of obvious pleasure.

"Sorry mousie - you just feel too good, too good..." He slid into her again. That wonderful, warm, ridged, powerful dick was sliding into her again - and with the force he was now putting behind it, it felt like it was going through her, not satisfied with ramming her cervix but going past it, through her body and into the bottom of her throat.

But a part of her resisted - what good was roleplaying without an occasional automatic response? That dick, that thing inside her, was potent and naked. "What? No! No, stop! Don't!"

"Too late. Too late, too late, too late, too late..." he repeated, timing it with his thrusts, pounding her faster and faster.

"No! Get off! Please! My tailhole! Or my mouth! ple-e-e-e-ase..." She came as she begged him to stop. "Let me go-o-o-o...Aaaaaah!"

He wanted none of that - the little mousie struggling beneath him was the best lay he'd had in years, and all her futile opposition did was make him want her more. 10-plus years of jacking off to pics and vids of big, voluptuous females who were the promised fantasy of all males his age, and here he was - fucking a little mousie with no curves or even tits to speak of, with the tightest pussy possible just barely giving way to his hard dick. There was no way he could pull out of her. "I'm cumming, cumming cummingcumming!" He thrust into her one last time, as hard as he could, as far as he could, and then his sperm flushed into her. Both of them felt the additional heat burst into her, as her sloppy wet love hole became even sloppier and wetter.

That extra burst of heat had another effect on her - combined with those last couple of thrust, she felt a new level like nothing before. As quiet as his orgasm was, hers was a little louder: "aaaaaaAAAAAAh..."

When his tanks were finally empty he collapsed onto her, pinning her down as he licked and kissed her face, both of them panting and delirious from their combined orgasms. "I'm sorry, mousie, but you just fell too good..."

Aileana was too far gone to think about her reply. The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep was Keegan gently putting some of his weight on her, and the sensation of his tongue...

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Next morning, she woke up to find him gone, leaving little to no trace of his presence. Of course, he'd left his sperm soaking into her cervix and staining her pretty white fur, which had transfered onto the covers. Her bed was a mess - bedsheet torn, covers torn, a small gash in the mattress below - and was listing to one side. He'd managed to snap one of the legs clean off with his fucking!

It was a good lay, no doubt about it, but more important than that, though, was whether or not he was going to come back.

As she was dragging herself into her kitchen for some coffee, she found a piece of paper on the counter with a phone number on one side and "I had to go to work - you were fantastic!" written on the other. Well, he owed her a new bed - he'd have to replace it soon, say, tonight? Smiling, she reached for the phone and left a message for him as her sore little pussy ached for another pounding.