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Annifursary (by Foxy Paws)

'Another sandwich, Taiga? Antelope? Buffalo? Deer?' joked Scarlet.

'You mean chicken?'

'Um, yeah, chicken. There was salmon, and tuna, and cheese with pickle, but they've all been eaten.'

'Aw, I'm pretty full, Scarlet. That was a lovely picnic, thanks.' The purple tiger turned around and gave her red and white mate a chaste kiss on his muzzle.

'Yes I bet you're stuffed - I think you ate half my rations.'

'Hey! You did say it was an annifursary feast for me.'

'Yes, I thought it would be great to come out here to the coast, have something to eat and watch the sun set over the sea. But I didn't expect you to eat all the picnic yourself. You're just a greedy pig. Oink! Oink!' said Scarlet, tapping Taiga lightly on her snout.

'Not so much of the pig! I'm a tiger and proud of it. Greeow,' she attempted to growl but it came out more as a strangled meow, and she blushed.

'Dawww, you're so cute when you roar. You sound just like a ferocious little kitten ... wanting its mummy.'

'I_so_ do not,' retorted Taiga, giving Scarlet a playful shove and blushing even more because she had thought exactly the same thing herself.

'Maybe you're a tig?' suggested Scarlet, rubbing his arm in pretend pain. 'A tiger-pig cross?'

'Nope, I'm pure, one hundred percent tiger. You're the weird tiger wolfy cross.'

'Oooh, but you do love it when I run my sabre claws over your naked fur,' replied Scarlet, extending a single claw from its sheath and tracing it slowly down Taiga's chest towards her crotch.

'Not now, wiger boy.'

'Awww,' said Scarlet, his shoulders drooping just a little. 'You fancy dessert, Tiggs?'

'I said, Not now wiger boy.'

'Hahaha, no, Taiga, I don't mean yiff. I made us some chocolate éclairs.'

'Really?' The tiger pricked up her black-tufted ears, and her lush tail began twitching.

'Oh, right, so you're interested in a chocolate éclair, but not interested in a sexy sabrewolf?'

'Too darned right, Mister Swift. Where are they? Huh? Huh? Gimme, gimme!' said Taiga, pushing Scarlet to one side and rummaging in the picnic basket. 'Oh, wow, you made these?' she asked, holding up a plump choux-pastry dessert. Generous trails of rich dark chocolate spilled over the top, and a thick bulging layer of fresh whipped cream oozed out from one side.

'Made specially for my precious purple tiger.'

'Dawww. Thank you,' said Taiga. She took the éclair and ate it in a few greedy gulps.

'Hmm, delicious,' she concluded, wiping flecks of chocolate and cream from around her mouth.

'I hope so,' replied Scarlet. 'I've not tried mine yet,' he added, reaching into the basket and pulling out the other éclair. Taiga's sharp green eyes followed the second soft-pastry dessert with great interest.

'What?' asked Scarlet, noticing the way she was watching his food.

'I'm still hungry.'

'You've had yours.'

'Oh, so you're counting are you?'

'What!? You've had one, and I'm having one.'

'Exactly. You're counting. You're being ... picky,' said Taiga, pretending to huff.

'Awww, huffy wuffy? Here, have some of mine then,' said Scarlet, scooping a large dollop of cream onto a furry digit and then holding it out to his mate. The tiger moved forward to lick it, but then the sabrewolf suddenly dabbed it on her snout instead.

'Hey!' cried Taiga.

'Messy pup.'

'_You_did that on purpose!' she exclaimed.

'And_you_ need a good licking,' retorted Scarlet.

'No I -'

'Yes ... You do,' said Scarlet, pushing Taiga gently back onto the ground and sitting astride her. 'You need a good, firm, licking,' he repeated, leaning over his mate and pinning down her paws. Taiga whimpered.

'What do you need?' he asked.

'Ummm,' Taiga hesitated.

'Yes?'

'A ... A good ... A good ...'

'Yes?'

'A good ... firm ...'

'Licking,' finished Scarlet, lowering his muzzle to hers and using the end of his tongue to deftly remove the white tuft of thick diary cream from her small rounded snout. 'Hmm, not bad, but I'm still hungry. You really shouldn't go eating all of a sabrewolf's picnic, my little furry one, because then he will just have to satisfy his appetite some other way.'

'Hey?' asked Taiga, gulping. 'What way?'

Scarlet tilted his head a fraction, closed his eyes and parted his lips. The purple tiger beneath him did the same. Fur met fur, muzzle met muzzle, lips met lips and tongue met tongue in a glorious symphony of hot slurpy pleasure. Scarlet worked his tongue around inside Taiga's mouth, finding her playful tongue and duelling with it, pushing against it, feeling its hotness and wetness and roughness, his own tongue dancing and sliding around hers; then he paused and allowed his mate to take the lead: Taiga began by nibbling on his lips but was soon burying her tongue deep into his mouth. The two furs continued for a further fifteen or twenty minutes, until both their tongues began to tire. Scarlet leaned back to take a better look at his mate.

'What fine emerald eyes you have,' he said, staring down at the sparkling green jewels before him.

'Awww.'

'And what a long silken mane you have,' he added, running a paw through the yellow and purple-tipped fur.

'Ohhh.'

'And what pert breasts you have,' he finished, taking his mate's right nipple in his mouth, and suckling on it.

'Ahhhhh.'

Scarlet ran his tongue around the small cherry-brown nub, tracing its rough edge and feeling its growing firmness; he teased the splendid button with the tip of his tongue, brushing it lightly first in one direction and then another; he gave the teat a playful nip, and then began sucking on it contentedly, his mouth giving regular, short, sharp tugs as he extracted all the texture and flavour that he could manage. Beneath him, the purple tiger moaned quietly and started squirming with pleasure. Then she nimbly slipped a paw free from Scarlet's surprised grip and began to rub between her legs. Immediately, Scarlet released her erect chocolate bud from his maw and barked 'No!'

'What?' mewed Taiga.

'That's mine, not yours, little kitten,' said Scarlet, taking her dainty paw in his firm one and putting it back on the ground by her side. 'Now, are you going to behave?'

'No,' said Taiga, pouting.

Scarlet edged up along his mate's body, brushed her streaming mane to one side, and considered her finely curved collar bone. First, he nuzzled it with his snout. Then, he licked it with broad sweeps of his tongue. And finally, he opened his powerful maw and closed his teeth gently but unshakeably about Taiga's shoulder.

'Meep!' the purple tiger cried, more from surprise than anything else. Just like her, Scarlet could carry a young tiger cub in his mouth without causing it any harm; it was simply a case of feeling the flesh and its resistance, and knowing when to stop closing your jaw. The sabrewolf didn't have any cubs, but he still put the skill to good use when subduing his mate. Taiga struggled, but that only made Scarlet increase his grip until she finally lay back and surrendered.

Feeling his mate's body relax, but maintaining his assertive grip on her shoulder, Scarlet stretched his own paw down Taiga's chest, along past her navel, sliding it smoothly beneath her tight denim shorts in search of the warm treasure hidden where her soft white underfur tailed off in a splendid voluptuous V.

Taiga whimpered with anticipation, then began purring as her dominant lover found his quarry and began stroking it with a well practised digit; soon Taiga's treasure wasn't just warm, it was also very slick and wet.

'It's no good,' said Scarlet, releasing his mate's shoulder and leaning back to stare into her wide open eyes. 'I'm still hungry.'

'You can't stop for food now!' complained Taiga.

'No?'

'No!'

'I think I can do what I want, little kitten,' replied Scarlet, sitting up and idly caressing Taiga's lithe body.

'Yes, but -'

'Don't you ever find human clothes rather ... cumbersome?'

'What?' asked Taiga, blinking with confusion at the apparent change of subject.

'These shorts, for example...' said Scarlet, his right paw coming to rest at Taiga's waist.

'They're very comfy.'

'They're very tight,' said Scarlet, struggling to undo their button.

'What are you do- ... Oh!'

'I said I was hungry,' remarked Scarlet, as he slipped his mate's shorts off her body and then nestled himself down between her spread legs. 'Hm-mmm, you smell sooo good,' he said, nuzzling his snout into Taiga's furry dell. 'I wonder if you taste just as fine? As fine as a good wine? A cute little pink rosé maybe?'

Scarlet ran his muzzle up and down his mate's fluffy underfur a few times, then began licking. Once again, Taiga started squirming, and bucking her hips, but the dominant sabrewolf merely held her down with his powerful front paws and continued lapping even more fervently until his submissive tiger finally ceded defeat and - with a series of shivers and small gasps - paid homage to Scarlet's skilful and attentive tongue.

The sabrewolf rocked back onto his hind paws and admired the fine form of his mate's naked furry body.

'You're so hot, you know that?' asked Scarlet. Taiga blushed again, her purple muzzle turning crimson. Scarlet knew it was a corny and clichéd observation, but it was so very true and also it was spoken straight from his glowing heart; he could spend a year searching for fancy ways to say the same thing, but even a whole lifetime would not be enough for him to find the right words to convey how much he loved his mate: the wicked fun in her eyes when teasing him, the warm comfort of her embrace when cuddling, the hot lust of her mouth and tongue when they kissed, and of course all the other scents and flavours that she carried.

Seeing his naked tiger laid out before him, and following one of the usual trains of thought that such a vision created, Scarlet was suddenly reminded of something.

'Oh, hey, Taiga, I bought you another annifursary present.'

'Really?'

'Here,' said Scarlet, pulling a small but neatly wrapped bundle out of his rucksack.

The purple tiger sat up. 'Shall I open it now?'

'Yes, go on. I hope you like it,' said Scarlet, watching his mate's face as she pulled open the present.

'W-We're getting a dog!?' she asked, holding up a dark red-leather collar and silver chain leash.

'Nooo,' said Scarlet.

'So what's the point of ...' Taiga's voice tailed off as realisation raised its fateful paw and waved at her.

'Are these ...?' she asked.

Scarlet nodded. 'Yes, they're for you. Try the collar on,' he said.

'You bought me a dog collar and lead? You bought a lethal, killer, purple tiger a dog collar and lead?'

'MmHmm,' said Scarlet, nodding. 'I think it will suit you.'

The tiger wrapped the collar around her neck, and her dominant sabrewolf mate stepped up and fastened the buckle. 'Not too tight?' he asked, sliding the leather band experimentally one way and then the other.

'How do I look?' asked Taiga.

Scarlet put his paws on his hips and gazed at the supple, collared feline before him.

'Adorable,' he said simply. 'A real cute kitty.'

'Hush now, with your cute and kitty,' said Taiga. 'I'm a wild beast of the jungle, remember?'

'You're my itty witty kitty,' said Scarlet, ignoring her indignation. 'Now, let's check it works.'

'Works?'

'Play dead,' instructed Scarlet. Taiga paused, then flopped onto the floor, head to one side, paws in the air.

'Roll over,' he ordered. The purple tiger rolled over and then back again, a couple of times.

'Good girl. Now sit,' he said. Taiga sat upright, her paws laid flat upon her knees, frozen and unmoving.

'And finally, beg.' The tiger lifted herself up a little, flopped her paws out in front of her, and panted happily.

'Dawww, such an adorable pup. I think you deserve a tweat. D'you think you've earned a tweat, puppy?'

Taiga nodded her head vigorously.

'Ah, but it looks as if we're all out of food. Sorry, little pup,' said Scarlet, pulling a sad face.

The tiger hung her head and snuffled with disappointment.

'Unless...' began Scarlet. Taiga looked up. 'Unless,' he continued, 'you've got any ideas for a treat?'

The collared tiger cocked her head in thought, then raised a striped purple paw in the air.

'Go on,' encouraged Scarlet.

The tiger pointed at the sabrewolf's midriff.

'What?'

Taiga padded forwards, on all four paws, then nuzzled at Scarlet's crotch with her black button nose.

'I've no idea what you mean,' said Scarlet, feigning innocence. The tiger pushed her muzzle against the zipper of Scarlet's trousers, trying to get the tag in her teeth and draw it downwards.

'Oooh,' said Scarlet. 'I wonder what's in there?' he mused, lowering a paw to undo his flies.

Taiga resumed her begging position and yipped encouragement as Scarlet undid his zipper and prised out his wiger-hood. She eyed the massive beast, jutting eagerly upwards, and licked her chops in anticipation.

'Well?' asked Scarlet.

Taiga bounded forward and knelt before her tall, muscular, red-and-white furred mate. Then, taking his proud member in one paw, she proceeded to wrap her rough cat's tongue over its head and around its bulk, savouring the warm fleshy flavour and enjoying a few premature beads of exquisite salty delight.

'That's a good little kitty,' said Scarlet, stroking the kneeling tiger's plush mane as she pleasured him with an enthusiasm held only for a very particular and personal type of creamy dessert. Her keen head bobbed backwards and forwards, her lips slurped their expert way up and down his thick throbbing shaft, and her skilful tongue weaved its own masterful pattern of magical pleasure upon Scarlet's enflamed organ.

'Oooh, kit kit kitty ... oh oh ohhh ... mmm ... I ... I'm ... I'm gonna ... Arrrooooo!'

Scarlet tensed his legs, arched his back, and let loose a long, visceral howl of sabrewolf ecstasy.

Taiga swallowed; four, five and then a sixth time as the sabrewolf presented her with his juicy gifts.

'Good?' Scarlet and Taiga both asked each other the question at the same time. They laughed.

'Fabulous. As always,' praised Scarlet.

'Tasty. As ever,' approved Taiga.

'Hey, Tiggs, come and sit down and let's open a bottle of wine,' suggested Scarlet, settling himself on the large chequered picnic rug and fishing a bottle of Saint Émilion from a nearby picnic hamper.

'I don't know, have we got time? We mustn't miss the last bus.' Taiga checked her watch. 'Scarlet!' she cried. 'The last bus left over an hour ago!'

'Aw that's a shame.'

'You don't seem very worried?' she asked. And then, a few seconds later: 'You knew, didn't you?'

'I thought it would be nice to share a bottle of wine and watch the sun go down over the sea. Plus it's summer, and the weather's fine, so I thought it would be great to sleep here - out in the open, under the stars. Come on, tigerkins, come and huggle up beside me,' said Scarlet, patting the empty rug beside him with one paw, and holding out a glass of red wine in the other. The slender purple tiger padded over and settled down by her mate, wrapping a furry arm around his shoulder and hugging his warm body close to hers.

'It might get cold later, Scarlet,' cautioned Taiga. 'You sure we'll be all right, out in the open?'

'Yeah, I think so,' replied Scarlet. 'Especially with what I thought we could spend the night doing.'

'Oh?'

Scarlet put the untouched glass of wine on the ground to one side, and turned to face Taiga.

'Just us, and a black velvet blanket of one million stars above, all watching,' he said, rolling on top of his mate and encouraging her to lay back down on the rug.

'Scarlet?' asked the tiger, unsure what he meant.

'Good tiger, good kitty,' the sabrewolf cooed softly.

Then he lowered his muzzle and closed his fangs tenderly over his mate's furry shoulder.

Taiga knew what that meant.

And she murrred.

The End.