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The horse shuttered on the comfy, leather chair he was in, and the knot in his stomach twisted and hardened as the kneeling tiger raked his teeth gently over his plump balls that hung over the edge of the chair. His cock was dripping on the back of the tiger's head and was being stroked by one of the tiger's paws while the other was pulling on his balls firmly. He could hardly believe that he was letting this happen, that he had even come to this dark place in an old house in the back corner of the city. The tiger was gently, easing him closer to his climax by nibbling on the horse's ball sac and digging his claws into his thick, pulsing cock with almost enough force to break the skin.

"You seem nervous boy, you shouldn't be. You came here of your own free will, you are as hard as steel at the thought of it, and yet you can't help it can you? How many times have you fantasized about it?" the tiger licked along the underside of the horsecock, took the tip into his muzzle, and then raked his sharp teeth up the shaft. His cock pumped out a blob of pre into the tiger. "You are so tasty I can hardly help myself." His rough tongue swiped across his lips.

"Oh god, I...I want to, b-but I think I don't. It feels so good. I have thought about feeding a hungry predator like yourself so many times, and every single time I came so hard...but I don't know why I just can't decide." He moaned loudly as the tiger expertly suckled on one of his paw-filling balls. His cock drooled even harder as tiger's teeth squeezed it. "All right."

"All right?" The tiger moves back to teasing the head of the cock with his teeth.

"Yes, do it." The horse's top half shook like a house in a hurricane, while his lower parts grew harder at what he had just said.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll even make sure you cum once more." The tiger grinned savagely. "I think I'll start with these balls of yours."

The horse gasped and became still as the tiger's tongue creeped across his near fur-less sac. He held his breath. The tiger's claw extended as it drew itself along his cock, then down the base to the sheath. I traveled all the way to the bottom of his sac and with a swift flick of the finger he opened a slit underneath one low-hanging egg. He couldn't breathe. He gulped for air for his starving lungs. The tear was just wide enough for the tiger to pull one of the large testicles out of its home, and he squeezed and manipulated the skin to push the testicle out into the open air. Looking deep into the horse's eyes, the tiger took half of it into his mouth and bite clean through it.

The horse whinnied loudly, half in pain and half in pleasure. The muscles in his arms and legs locked against the chair while his heart pounded against inside his chest. Another blob of pre-cum splattered on the tiger's back. "Don't stop, good god, whatever you do don't stop."

"A good tiger like me always cleans his plate." The tiger smirked as the last of the bite was swallowed. He licked the wounded testicle sweetly. He took the rest of it into his maw and snapped it shut on the half-sphere. At first he thought it was gone like the other half, but he whinnied noiselessly as he felt the tiger slowly chew both the remains of his testicle and the cord connecting it for a minute before he finally lost feeling of it when it slid down the tiger's throat. "You taste way too good horsey, I wouldn't be able to stop."

"O-oh f-fuck, chew the other one more, I want to feel it." The horse whimpered, drunk in the swirl of arousal.

He felt the firm fingers squeeze the second ball out the same hole as its twin and onto the feline tongue that licked it, the strange sensation of sandpaper on a place that was never meant to be touched. It wouldn't be alone for long. The tiger took the whole thing in his muzzle, he cheeks bulged out, and chewed on it slowly. Slivers of nut-meat were peeled away, and it was squished tightly by the tight maw around it. His course tongue constantly scrubbed the bottom of the disappearing sphere, carrying bits of the fresh meat down his throat.

The horse was groaning with each breath. The pain and pleasure made him feel like he was melting, he couldn't hold himself upright any more in the chair because his muscles felt like jelly. His cock was twitching and throbbing in jealousy. Its pre was coating the back of the tiger's neck in a cummy film. Then the last of bits of his last ball slid down the tiger's throat, and the horse moaned and whinnied lewdly at the edge of climax.

"Oh, fuck. Take my cock too. Please, I-I need it." The horse was gripping the arms of his chair so hard they began to crack.

"You're so cute when you beg." The tiger smiled while nuzzling the hard horsecock and enjoying the lingering taste that the colt-makers left behind. He licked the leaking tip of the juicy cock, slid his teeth over the flared head, and sliced the tip of the long sausage off. The sweet taste of horsemeat rolled on his tongue as he chewed the raw head. He was quickly back on the bleeding cock, taking more of it into his muzzle and biting it off in inch thick rounds to savor the flavor of the horse. His eyes stayed locked on the horse's, savoring the look of fear and joy, pain and arousal, realization and need. He progressed too quickly for his own liking; the horsecock was large but not large enough to last forever against his bloody teeth. Sooner than either of them wanted to, the tiger reached the median ring on the thick rod.

"Chew the rest of it off, please, like you did with my balls." The horse moaned, he reached out and set his paw on the back of the tiger's head with what remaining strength he had. It was a battle of instincts in his head, between the overwhelmingly arousing need to feed this hansom predator and the ingrained want to keep his dick and breed that made his many ancestors lives possible. He felt the tiger do as he asked, and his paw felt the strong muscles on the tiger's head ripple as he chewed. The horse couldn't feel pain anymore; it was all pleasure in his mind. Those sharp teeth sawed their way into his cock, slicing ribbons of meat out and sending shock waves of pleasure through his spine. "Fuck..." He could barely whisper. His cock was being whittled away to nothing in the jaws of a hungry predator and was still throbbing joyfully close to his climax. The tiger had his paws pulling open his sheath to get as close to the root of his dick as possible, licking and chewing the still attached bits while swallowing the bloody, juicy clumps of meat. It felt like all the tension was just released in him, draining him of energy. It felt like sparks were traveling down his spine and then out what little remained of his rod and into the tiger's still eager throat. It felt like he was forcing everything he had left to shoot out of the meager remains of his cock. It felt like everything was suddenly right.

The horse's deep, panting breaths of satisfaction made the tiger purr even more with one last swallow of the male organs. It was done. It could easily see the horse was limp from the orgasm he just had, his body had expelled all it had in the vain hope of fertilizing something before losing all studliness. With his bloody grin the tiger reached under the chair for the mason jar of pink cream and unscrewed the lid, dipped his fingers in, and then spread the ointment inside of the empty sheath and sac, probing to make sure every part was coated in it.

"What are you doing?" The horse moaned at the tiger's rough treatment of his neutered groin.

"Just making sure that there will be some plump eggs and sausage to harvest in a month. We wouldn't want our stock of willing meals to run out would we? It makes such a nice break from constantly having to not get caught." The tiger set the jar down and stood, knees popping from kneeling for so long and his erection proud and showing off that it was still intact. He grabbed the horse's head in his paw and forced a kiss, making the herbivorous horse have a taste of his own meat. The horse couldn't have fought it if he wanted to, and tasting his own flesh seemed to arouse him more if his exploring tongue was any indication. "Plus, you are just too scrumptious not to eat over and over...and over." The striped paw rubbing over the flabs of skin left behind.

"You haven't cum yet have you?" The horse whispered in exhaustion and submission. "Need a gelding's help with that?"

Something about the bloody grin made him feel owned while he rubbed his hooved fingers around the dripping tiger's erection and guided it to his unlubed tailhole. The teeth once more sunk into his flesh, but it was his shoulder now, and the spined dick thrust itself inside of his squeezing hole in one thrust. It was hard to understand the way time flowed in his afterglow, it felt like the tiger had only just stuck his cock in before exploding inside the no longer tight hole, but it also felt like he had been under the tiger for hours feeling the thickness of a real man's dick stretching him. He must have fallen asleep.

He woke up the next day in his bed, his butt still loose and wet while his front end was far less trouble to walk around with. A note was next on the pillow next to him. 'Come back when it's harvest time, my son and I will be waiting. Feel free to invite some friends.'