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The fading embers of sunlight snuck their way through the blinds in Kerry's bedroom, draping him with the hues of the sunset outside. The Alaskan malamute squirmed a bit more on his bedspread, letting the rays massage their inherent heat into his back. It was already a long day, but a few things weighing on his mind kept him from getting anywhere near comfortable.

Kerry strained a bit, his white and black fur nearly standing on end in anticipation. For the past several months the canine had been having a dazzling time with his boyfriend, Devin. They had met online, mostly from a mutual love of similar movies, and a few dates at the local theater later they were quite the loving pair. It barely took another two months until they started rooming together in Kerry's apartment.

Even though it was both of their first times dating over the internet, their personalities matched as if they had known each other for their entire lives. Whenever Kerry would cook dinner when he got home from programming all day long, Devin would clean up without a word. If Devin couldn't reach a book on a top shelf in the living room with his delicately-molded tiger physique, Kerry would be right there to lend a hand.

They were like two peas in a pod, but Kerry's concerns were on the rise after the past few weeks.

Out of the blue, Kerry found that his tiger had to stay out later on in the evening after work. This wasn't too much of an issue until the feline started to miss dinner a few days in a row. To the playful canine's relief, there was not a moment when they were together that Devin was any less devoted, but he started to excuse himself from their time together on dates, particularly when Devin's phone would go off, even on vibrate.

All of these separate incidents kept gnawing through Kerry's mind as his body wrenched itself on his royal blue blanket. Most other nights, even if Devin found out he was working late at the last minute, he would have the courtesy to call and leave a message. Tonight was a different matter.

The lack of a blinking red alert light on the answering machine was a cold reminder of loneliness, chastising Kerry with its absence.

Some more time passed as the sun sank in the sky past the horizon. As the darkness crept in, Kerry flicked on the lamps on the end tables by the bed. As the light-blue bedroom was illuminated, the lithe malamute fumbled with the remote in the desperation to find something, anything, on TV in order to get his mind off of Devin's whereabouts.

"There's no way he would just leave me," Kerry mused to himself as he flipped past a mindless comedy he saw in theaters four times before. "Absolutely not! He's too loving for that."

"But those calls," Another garbage reality show flew by, not worth watching in the slightest.

"And his constant disappearances," No, no, no. A reality program based on dating would be even worse right now.

Finally, Kerry settled on a prolonged commercial break. Random shilling of products would just have to do in the absence of anything else. "I just can't believe it. He loves me too much for that. But what can it be...no, stop it! He's faithful, shut up!"

Talking to himself, hoping to assuage his fears, Kenny started to focus more on tussling the blanket on which he rested. The possibilities danced through his head with rapidity until his attention was finally taken by the glowing screen in front of his bed.

'Questionable Content,' a game show based entirely on granting various random transformations to lucky contestants who could answer various trivia questions, was just coming back from its advertisement break. The camera zoomed in on the vulpine host, his orange fur and its brilliant sheen was offset by his expensive custom-tailored black suit.

"And welcome back to your favorite show about changing for the better!" The fox certainly had stage presence, but Kerry always felt uncomfortable with the program's concept. The adorable canine was just of the opinion that there was something wonderful about everyone, even if they themselves saw some of their own features as a shortcoming rather than a benefit that made them unique.

It also didn't help that everyone ended up as herms in some way, shape, or form, and invariably had very public sex with the audience. Or the otter handlers. Or the host. Or everyone.

In Kerry's mind, that didn't necessarily speak all that well towards faithfulness in a relationship for some reason or another. Somehow, it probably relied on the massive amounts of untelevised group sex thanks to the heightened libidos.

Returning his attention back to the show, the camera swept over the small stage and focused in on the current contestant. He was laying on a standard metal table with a large white cloth draped across his genitalia. Like in most episodes, this had to be an early round worth of questions. After the player receives a healthy dose of introductory chemicals from his IV drip that towel was usually going to be tossed aside, thanks to either growth or a struggle to get free from their bindings and play with themselves.

Everything was going just fine until the camera continued to pan upwards. The orange fur was a different hue than that of the fox host, but there were a lot of black stripes along the figure's toned, muscle-laden sides.

It wasn't until the TV paused on the contestant's face and his aroused expression that Kerry filled the quiet air with every profanity that graced his ears throughout his life.

Raucously, the canine flew into a fit of rage. Obscenities flew one after the other before being repeated a second and third time in numerous variations. The remote for the TV, the only reachable outlet for Kerry's frustration, was quickly flung across the room into the wall. Its impact was defined by a significant dent and chipped paint in the wall, which Devin had repainted two weeks prior.

"_ Serves you right _! How _ could _ you?!" Kerry accused the TV as if it was a surrogate for his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. Few relationships ever survived an appearance on this show, at least to the malamute's knowledge, and this was a severely public outing of what would soon be the tiger's rampant adultery.

The shouting continued unabated, completely drowning out the rest of the show as the host seemed to be explaining something. The jealousy-based redness started to fade a bit from Kerry's otherwise snowy-white cheeks as he stared back at the screen in fury. Devin was inaudibly saying the same thing repeatedly, his eyes snapped shut and held tight in place.

"For Kerry, for Kerry, for Kerry, for Kerry..." The distressed tiger kept repeating his mantra, trying to block out all other sensations as the host dipped his microphone closer to Devin's maw.

Surprise whisked away all of the sensation in Kerry's legs as they started to buckle. As soon as he landed in shock on the floor, backside first, he started at the screen with his mouth agape. His reasoning was shattered beyond belief, and was left with nothing to go on.

"Once again, ladies and gentlemen, let's give this chiseled tiger a big round of applause!" The crowd reacted thunderously, the cacophony sounding like a show of support that surely would be deafening in the studio itself. "We rarely take requests as bold as Devin's here, but even we have to do our best to show our appreciation for true love!"

"While we rarely give anyone exactly what they want, we couldn't pass up the chance to make two people quite happy in one go. And while our faithful fan may not be getting much of a common addition underneath his balls like usual, we're going to make sure that his package more than makes up for it!"

Memories quickly started to seep back into Kerry's mind as it wracked itself for an explanation. All of those off-handed questions that Devin asked about his own size quickly became the focus. But the tiger asked those so infrequently they never seemed to be serious, at least not to this degree.

"Besides, sometimes we just wish to help a beautiful stripe-ass through a tough time." Kerry could have sworn the fox purposefully stared towards the camera out of the corner of his eyes on purpose. The wink only solidified Kerry's belief.

The host had just paraphrased one of Kerry's diary entries.

In fact, that particular moment was in regards to Devin's questions about his own girth.

Kerry sat dumbfounded by the foot of his bed, tail wagging slowly at the sight of the towel on his mate as it eked dangerously close to sliding off to the side of his body. He could have sworn nearly a month ago that someone moved his diary a foot extra to the left under the mattress, but he just assumed it was the consequence from the rough times they shared together just the night before in their very bed.

Sullenly, the malamute rubbed his temples with his fingers. The journal was just meant to express how much he wanted his boyfriend to love his dick no matter what its size. It was never meant to admonish the feline's size, which was quite ample even if it was only five inches when erect. Devin's sheer devotion and tenderness meant all the more to Kerry than anything a cock could possibly bring.

As the white cloth slipped free from the rest of the tiger's body on camera, however, Kerry's mind went blank once more. He could have sworn that the fox host had said something about starting Question Five, but his senses were fixed on the monstrous amount of feline cock in front. Devin's shaft was now an impressive 9 inches, and it seemed like there would only be more to come.

"Hypocrite," Kerry proclaimed as he condemned himself. That gorgeous length, a hint of purple throughout to suggest that it was not thoroughly erect as of yet, almost made Kerry drool in fascination. Maybe length and width did matter a bit to Kerry, but Devin was writhing with pent-up ecstasy on the stage just for him. He didn't have to go to such extreme lengths just to ensure their love for one another.

Still, that dripping tumesence, elongating up Devin's soft orange pelvis past his belly button, replete with glistening streams of precum starting to leak off the side of that magnificently build body...

Kerry's fawning over his boyfriend was cut a bit short when the doorbell to his apartment rang. The malamute was quickly off of his rear and sprinted across the apartment to answer the front door. It was only after he opened the door that he remembered that each episode was played live on the air. The chance that the person at the door was Devin was now an impossibility.

An exceedingly tall equine, draped in a suit almost as exquisite and expensive as the one just seen on the vulpine emcee, nodded his head knowingly towards Kerry. "Mr. Ansel, QC Productions would like to offer you a ride to the studio at your immediate convenience." A smile crept out of the side of his chestnut-brown muzzle as he stepped a bit to the side, showing the canine the limo that was waiting for him right outside.

"But, but," Kerry tried grasping for words that he could piece together for a rudimentary sentence, but his excitement was overpowering. "I should really change!"

"Not to rush you, Mr. Ansel, but if we wait any longer you are going to have a bit more python to hug in bed at night than tiger." The driver's smile continued without skipping a beat, his intimation being only a tad bit subtle.

At that moment, hesitation was not a part of Kerry's vocabulary. While the studio where the filming took place was not all that far away, Devin could only truly deal with a few more questions, even with stalling factored into the equation, before he would be at the mercy of his own hormones. But, if Kerry's driver was fast enough, he could be there right at the tail end and save Devin from himself, even if it meant being publically taken on stage in front of the world at large.

The fact that it would also mean being at the mercy of Devin's new humongous cock at large helped put a further spring in Kerry's step.

Even though he had spent the last fifteen minutes lamenting, then adoring his relationship in private, there was no doubt in his mind that he would do all he could to reward Devin for his tireless hours in securing this special request for himself on national TV.

It was only fitting that the feline's reward be as wet and as creamy as possible. With millions of pairs of eyes leering at them both publically, Kerry was already planning on making it an absolute spectacle.

Devin was his, just as much as he belonged to his tiger, and their faithfulness and adoration would be emphasized in a wave of powerful feline nectar.

Here's hoping that the audience happened to have the foresight to bring tarps from home.