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I was lazily stirring my drink with the red straw I was given, mindlessly watching the ice and cherry swirling in the light green liquid. Maybe the whole bar thing isn't for me, there are plenty of other ways to meet gay guys. Like the internet, or out on a street corner. Yeah. I let out a sigh, it was going to be a long time before I found a guy willing to meet me. I'm just your average house cat: short fur; orange, white, and black spots dotting my form; not particularly muscled or skinny; no superb job that rakes in cash like it's just a weed in the front yard. Still, someone has to want me, I mean, I think I have a nice ass. I may be biased though. I lean back in my chair, my t-shirt and jeans loosely covering me, but not underwear. I just can't stand wearing underwear. I barely notice the shadow come over me, though it's kind of hard to notice any shadow the way the bar is lit, until I can hear the strong half-growl-half-purr behind me.

"Hello?" I say, looking back to see a tiger. His shirtless pecs and abs striking me first before I see his eyes, they're hungry eyes.

"I'll have you." He grins and grabs me. I struggle in fear briefly before he growls and grips the scruff of my neck. I go limp out of instinct and his arms fall away, and he lifts me like a mother does a kitten, jaw clamped on the loose skin and fur at the back of my neck, out of my chair and out of the bar. I vaguely remember him waving at the bartender who wished us a pleasant night. I feel more than a little helpless as he opens his truck and dumps me in and shuts the door behind him, and at the sound of his zipper I jump and spin to see his wide grin. He isn't wearing underwear either. His cock flops out of his confined pants, droplets of pre landing on the leather seat and my legs. I can't help but be aroused. His truck fills with the thick scent, my own cock swells in my jeans to make a damp spot, and his paws tug at my legs to pull me closer.

"Come on now, show me what you're packing. We can't very well play with clothes on." He teases me. I'm panting and my head is spinning from the musk-filled air, and I do as he asks. My paws fumble at my shorts before just pulling them down regardless of the buttons and I yank my shirt off so fast the arm tears. It hits me that I want this as bad as he does, and any fear left leaves. I don't struggle as he pulls me closer, my butt sliding smoothly on the leather cushions, and he flips me over again. I mewl weakly with my face planted on the dark leather, and then mewl even harder as I feel his rough tongue lick around my tailhole. It washes over my hole until my cock has probably left a puddle of pre underneath, then it penetrates into my depths. The sounds I make seem to be a mix of pants and mewls that grow louder every time his tongue rubs my button, until he feels the need to growl over my sounds, letting me know that he is in charge.

"Mmm, tasty kitty. But I think that's enough foreplay--don't you?" He growled roughly, crawling up me and chewing lightly on my ear, and his cock poking my wet hole. "Well? do you want it?"

"Mmm," I mewled while biting my lips. "Please fuck me." My face was burning after I said it, and he chuckled before grabbing the back of my neck with his teeth again. The head of his cock slid in slowly, and despite his lubing saliva, was starting to burn. I yelped and whimpered as he pushed in further, bumping on my prostate and going beyond. His cock pushed my inner walls outward, stretching them beyond what they had done before, but it felt so wonderful. I moaned limply into the leather cushions while he drove his dick all the way into me, pushing my breath out as he went, until his heavy balls slapped firmly against mine. I could hear every growl and grunt he made with his jaws clamped on the back of my neck, his breath tickling my fur, and he let out a chuckling growl of satisfaction as my tailhole burned in pleasure.

He pulled out slowly, but it was barely an inch before he thrust back into me sharply. I cried out softly and begged him for more, the scent of our sex filling my brain with lust. He was intent on enjoying the ride though. As he started to nibble the back of my neck he pumped his piston of a cock at a idling pace, and I could feel my innards slicken as his pre filled me. He was intent on either making it last as long as he could, or making me cum first. The slow, rhythmic thrusting was relaxing in a strange way, but I needed more. I clamped my muscles down on him hard in time with his thrusting which squeezed even more pre-cum out of his steel-hard shaft deep inside me, and making him growl in my ear again. He kept his slow pace despite my pleas, grinding into my ass with his long thrusts, and left me unable to move with his jaws still tight on the back of my neck. There was no way for me to make him change his mind. I could only submit.

I relaxed my whole body as much as I could, my chest and arms burying themselves the the leather of his truck's seat in support of only the tiger's weight. My tail was limply resting on him but twitched with every pass his cock made inside before he gripped it and pulled my ass high into the air. He adjusted the both of us so he was able to angle his hips until the tip of his barbed cock stretched places that had never been graced with cock before, real or otherwise. I think he sped up his thrusting too, but I can't be sure. I was lost in the tide of pleasure coming into my body and washing over me with the force of an ocean. My whimpers were praises and my panting was only to try and keep some air in my lungs after my cries. I could hear my own cock slapping against my white belly and feel just how much of my own juices he was pounding out of my prostate.

"Oh fuck," He hissed into the air and buried himself as deep as he could inside me, cock throbbing so hard that it felt like he was cumming. "Ah, you nearly had me there tight-ass. But I don't think you deserve to be filled just yet." He pulled out slowly and flipped me around. My back landed against the seat with a slap and a whimper. "I hope you understand what I mean, when I chose you, I chose you for the rest of your life. You are mine forever." Smiling like a cat who just caught a mouse he chased for years.

I did what my instincts told me to do to my superior. I leaned my head back and exposed my neck. Before I could think about what I had done I felt his jaws clamping down on my submissive neck with a growl that shook my soul, and his hard cock plunged into my tailhole. Thoughts of what was happening mixed with the thick sea of lust my body was in. How could I give myself forever to a stranger whose name I don't know? How could I not want to feel what his cock is doing to me every day for eternity? What will he do with me, make me his mate or his slave? Would either be so bad? Could I possibly wait who knows how long to feel this again? Logic failed me, so I asked my heart. Could I see myself with him years later happy and loved, regardless of the risks? Yes, I could. I wanted to feel his spines brushing my prostate daily, just as roughly as he was doing it now. The way his teeth sunk into my neck made me feel helpless and safe at the same time, definitely something I could get used to.

I could feel how his knees where shaking as he thrusted into my tailhole, the sharp breaths from his maw, and the subtle way his canines jittered over the vital arteries in my neck. I was pushing back as well as I could, but I had no leverage. My limbs had stay limp so long they had somehow been tucked into odd positions that were making them sore. Several times I tried to convey just how close I was, but my lips would do nothing but flutter wordless breaths. With a sudden force he stopped his frantic hammering at my prostate and pulled nearly all the way out, and thrust it back in until his balls met my butt. Harsh breaths tickled my neckfur as he held himself there for a moment, only to yank himself back out. His teasing thrusts were met with my pleading mewls. His intent to hold himself back for as long as possible raked my button and drove every breath from my lungs. I couldn't tell if I wanted him to stop or if I wanted him to keep going.

I didn't wait long. His teeth tugged on my neck as he slammed himself as deep as he could get inside me and began thrusting hard, and seconds later I could feel warmth filling me as he shot his seed inside me. I mewled loudly while he growled like he was tearing up an herbivore for dinner. The short bursts of heated breath from his nose made my fur tickle. The warmth of his body holding me so close to him while he was still thrusting made my hard-on leak even more onto our bellies. I couldn't say how long we were like that, only that it seemed like forever and too short. I whimpered when he let go of my neck, there may be a few bruises under the fur tomorrow, and he sat up, which caused his dick to slide a little further into my cum-slick hole.

"Now cum for me." His paw gripped my cock and furiously jerked using the sticky mass of pre I made, his fingers rubbing and twisting around the head of my cock. I could barely breathe as I came into his commanding paw seconds later. The wet sounds getting louder as my seed was milked. He massaged my cock for a few minutes more, kneading out every drop of cum and making me very sensitive.

"Oh god." I whispered as my tailhole contracted when he pulled out with a wet shlorp.

"Well, now that that is out of the way. Where do you live? We'll need to cuddle for the night and then we can pack you're stuff to move over to my place." He grinned as he laid on top of me, starting to nibble at my neck once more.