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"It's a nice day... We should really work on the garden."

You throw a light punch; the tigress lets it hit and responds with an even lighter tap to your head.

"I know you did, Rebecca," you reply, "I could smell it on you during breakfast."

She grumbles softly -- she's still wearing the same worn work-clothes. You tag her thigh twice more before skipping back out of her reach. Her size gives her reach, but her height limits it. You can only strike so far when your target is waist-height -- not that Rebecca is really striking. She's still pulling her punches after yesterday. Getting her to practice at all again took some convincing.

Some of which has taken the form of teasing.

"C'mon, Reb, try and get me!" you say. You'd bounce on the balls of your feet but the grass is still wet. "This stuff is important, train like it's real!"

"If I do that, I'd hurt you," she grumbles, tail swishing. She's a little faster when she throws a stiff-legged kick at you.

"What would you do if you're just going to play with me, then?" you ask, sidestepping and tapping her leg.

"I'd go faster and hit you," she says; you're forced back by her huge legsweep. "Or I'd just tackle you."

"Then why don't you?"

Her ears flatten and she gives you a smoldering glare. You just grin up at her, still circling slowly.

"Because you'd like getting crushed."

"No, no, the other part. Going faster!"

The tigress crosses her arms and stands tall with a huff. She lets you get to her side now, though she's still following you slowly.

"I can't stop quick enough, if yesterday is any indication," she says. "I barely started that hip check and you were on the ground."

"Ehh. I ended up fine, didn't I?"

You pause when Rebecca stops, looking down her shoulder at you with a lashing tail. She's trying to appear angry rather than annoyed.

"I'm starting to worry I gave you some head trauma..."

You relax your stance with a laugh. "Oh, you gave me brain damage alright. Just not that way."

Her tail stills.

"All that smothering you do probably ain't good in the long term."

Rebecca's head falls back with a long, exasperated growl. "You're the one that wants it all the time!"

She rounds to face you with hands on her hips -- but you're not there. You can see the shock register in her tail as you close in. The verbal jab distracted her just long enough for you to slip behind for a sneak attack. The tigress yelps when you throw a flurry of pokes at the huge curves in the back of her shorts, stumbling forward out of your reach before you can get a proper hold on her hips. The murderous glare she gives you when she turns around is undercut by her grin. It's only effect wracking you with laughter.

"Y-you're not going to make me hit you!" Rebecca says with a raised voice; you continue to laugh. Even when she stalks forward and you half-heartedly stumble away. You resign yourself to your fate when she clamps a paw on your head.

"Maybe we should do some g-grappling practice if you're so i-interested," she says a little more softly. She shifts her hand when you pull at her wrist, letting you look back up at her.

"We h-have to work on your striking," you say, shaking out the last of the giggles. "T-that's what people'll do in a fight."

"Well, I told you I might just tackle you," the tigress huffs, pulling you into a plush thigh. "So it's good practice."

You grunt into her fur. You're hesitant to hug her leg, but her grip only softens; you squeeze her fat and stroke her fur.

"We should still do striking."

"I know," she says; her tone makes it clear she's not going to add anything.

"How about a deal; we do some grappling, then we do striking?"

"Mmm, not enough," she chirps. You have to suppress a groan when her fingers splay out and dig gently into your back. She stiffens slightly at your gentle massaging in return.

"What else would you want?" you ask before pressing your face into her orange fur.

"You to stop badgering me, for one," she says. "I'm not sure... how about I pick the movie tonight?"

"I'll let you pick if you win."

Rebecca's grunt is dissatisfied. It grows to a rumble when you run your hands a little further up her thighs.

"Whoever wins picks the movie, and whoever loses has to do dishes," you sigh. The tigress' droning hum is exaggerated, going on for a while before she lets you go.

"Okay, deal," she says, hands on her hips. "But if you try anything like that again, I'm sitting on you."

"Anything like what?"

"You know what," she says with a restrained chuckle. "Teasing me."

"Oh Rebecca... when have I ever done that?" you respond with a flair. Your smile only serves to infuriate her more, the reluctant grin on her face growing wider. She fights the giggles as she sinks down slightly. You mirror her and study her wide figu -- stance.

"Are you going to make me go first?" you ask; her nod is entirely expected. You're the one to grumble now while she gives you a smug grin. At least the tigress is invested in the match now -- she's following you as you attempt to circle for a better angle, pressing her guard out when you take exploratory steps forward. The best you can go for is a trip.

Staggered, serpentine steps foil the towering anthro's guard like the books and videos said they would. You slam into her leg and dance your feet around her ankle, trying to capitalize on your momentum for a trip. Rebecca staggers for a moment -- and then steps back with her other leg. A massive paw clamps onto your back before you can escape. Your squirms as the tigress steadies herself don't accomplish much, mixed between trying to slip away and trying to double down and take out her leg.

"I think you lost, Anon," she says; you turn your face out of her fur to respond.

"Not yet -- down doesn't mean out --"

Rebecca lets out a rumbling chuckle before starting to squeeze you harder against her leg. Her thigh offers plenty of padding, but her knee and shin quickly grow painful. You manage to hold out until she starts to kneel before you tap. The tigress chuckles when you roll off to the side; she goes all the way down to a knee.

"I'm thinking... Maid in Manhattan," she says, tail swaying lazily as you get up.

"I'm thinking... it's not over."

Rebecca scoffs. "Yes it is!"

"Mmm... nope!"

"It is!" she says, unable to restrain her laughter. "I won, you tapped out!"

"I tapped out of that hold, not practice," you reply. Her eyes are crinkled in a smile and her tail lashes above her; the way her ears are folded back and the way she's crouched, you're half afraid she'll pounce. Instead, the tigress grumbles.

"We made a deal, Anon."

"Yes, to practice grappling. Not to one round."

"How many rounds are we doing, then?"

You exaggerate a thinking pose, making her wait. A warning grumble gets the tigress an answer.

"Best two of three, then we do striking."

"Fine." Rebecca relaxes for a moment, then makes to get up. "I'll make extra-sure you tap, then."

"As if!"

Your exclamation alerts her to your approach, but at least she doesn't stand. Having her on her knee might be the advantage you need. She growls with some edge when you dart close, but fends you off -- fortunately without landing a grab. You stay light on your feet and test her for openings. A plan forms when you notice the way she leans.

You feint to her center line as if you're going to attack her hips. The tigress knows you can barely wrap your arms around them, but she still takes the easy opening. You have to duck extra low to avoid her arms -- dropping to a knee yourself gets you to the outside. Rebecca grunts in surprise when you shoot to her forward knee. You slip an arm behind it and lift with your shoulder as you stand. The tigress keeps her weight on the back leg, meaning you can just barely handle her plush thigh. A twist of your hips brings it to the side and sends the already-unsteady tigress into a fall.

But Rebecca snatches victory away from you. When you spring towards her as she falls, trying to get into position for a choke, she bats you aside with a soft paw. You roll with the hit but feel her soft pads again when you go to stand. A yelp escapes you when she yanks you off your feet. The tigress pulls you atop her and wraps her arms around you in a flash, her whole form rocking beneath you as she shifts flat on her back. You shift your hands along her sides in search of something solid to push off.

But you know Rebecca is all pillows and curves. You let her squeeze you tight into her chest and stomach, the pressure a comfort rather than inconvenience. Her hold doesn't loosen until she feels you hugging her back.

"Are you giving up?" she asks, panting slightly. You let out a muffled groan into her chest as it squishes against you. The tigress slips her arms to your lower back with a chuckle. You pop free of her taut t-shirt with a gasp.

"I'll take that as a yes," she says, smiling down at you. "I win."

"Hardly. I knocked you down."

"But I got you to tap out in a hold!"

She laughs when you blow her off.

"A hug isn't a submission hold, Rebecca."

"Bear hug!" she laughs, almost in disbelief.

"That's not what that was -- and you're not a bear."

She groans before pressing your head back into her chest.

"You are a bear," she says, rubbing your face in her rack as she squeezes. Her ears are pulled back when she lets you breathe again.

"You know, I seem to recall you saying something about 'no teasing,'" you say. "I think this would count."

Rebecca growls, her grin growing ever-wider. She has a few false-starts before she comes up with a response.

"Fine. Do you want to go again?"

"Well, yes," you reply. "I won this round and we said best two of three."

The tigress rolls her eyes, but takes her hands off you. You bounce at her explosive huff.

"Fine," she says. "Are you going to get up?"

You're a little reluctant to leave her comforting form. The tigress, however, remains on her back. You groan again when you recognize her guard.

"Oh, is that what you're doing?" you ask as her expression regains a playful nature.

"Yep!"

The full-size feline tracks you with ease even on the ground. She's able to take full advantage of her huge reach, and the pure space she takes up forces you into long circles. It's oddly difficult to attack her. Rebecca giggles the whole time, her tail flicking between her legs. Her rolls and twists to face you are energetically lazy -- and each comes with a subtle bouncing of her form.

"Come on, Anon," she says, spreading her legs. "Come get me!"

"No."

"There's an opening!"

You grunt and try to ignore how high up her exercise shorts go. Just like her daily daisy-dukes, they're of the short-short variety. Going right into her guard is an obvious trap. Once you get between her legs, there's no coming out.

...In any situation, it seems...

You shake your head to fight the horny. Those legs provide her all the reach down there, but if she wants to trap you, she'll have to let past it. She won't be able to grab you with her arms. Maybe you can use that to your advantage if you're fast enough -- maybe even get to her head.

You steel yourself with a quick breath. Rebecca tenses slightly when you shuffle forward. Her arms are pressed to the top of her stomach in an attempt at a guard.

"You look pretty cute like that," you say; the tigress growls and attempts to look more frightening than embarrassed. She stays locked on as you lower your stance. She's ready when you spring forward and her legs snap shut just like you expected.

But you've got no time to admire the shockwave rippling through her thighs; you spun to the outside of her shin as her trap snapped closed. The footwork required nearly trips you up. Her eyes are on yours again when you're past her hips and going for the head. A teasing tap to her belly as you pass by is your fatal mistake. Rebecca closes her guard in a flash and snatches your wrist -- you didn't expect her cross-hand to be that quick. You're once again yanked on top of her plush form in a crushing hug.

And this time, it's not soft breasts you feel on your face, but hot breath and a thunderous snarl.

"Not a bear hug, huh?" she growls; this time her arms are actually around your lower back as she squeezes. Her ample curves still provide some cushion, but the tigress isn't going gently this time. You stifle the sounds of pain so she doesn't let off early like she's done before. Her snout is wrinkled, her visage written with a show of rage. Then you see your salvation.

You focus your struggles on freeing an arm, squirming in her grip. You find there's a limit to how hard she'll squeeze. Rebecca barely bats an eye when you free your arm -- there's no way you'll be able to free the rest of you. Even when you reach for her head she doesn't blink.

Right up until you stroke her ears.

"N-no! Stop!" she says. She squeezes a yelp out of you before her grip slackens. The tigress' ears fold back even more flat as you rub them, scratching at their bases. Her eyes roll back and the wrinkles of her snout soften. A soft sigh of embarrassment from her soon turns into a deep rumble of pleasure. You free your other arm to balance things out. Rebecca is slowly reduced to a cooing, chuffing mess as you continue, pressing against your hands when you scratch along her jawline. She lets out a token growl when you kiss her nose in time with her chuffing.

"I think we'll be watching Bullet Train, missy," you say. The tigress grumbles, but doesn't open her eyes.

"I'm not going to -- dignify that with an argument..."

"So you forfeit," you say, "and I win!"

"No," she says, lazily nipping at you. "I didn't say I gave up. And this isn't a hold."

"It doesn't matter if it's an official hold or not," you chuckle, scratching the stripes along her cheeks. "All that matters is winning. That's what all the anti-anthro training says."

Rebecca's eyes are a deep emerald when they open with a grunt.

"Well, in that case --"

The tigress rolls atop you with ease, pinning you even more easily. She adjusts herself to stay face to face with you but pins your hands with paws big as your forearms. She looms over you a second chuff in your face; then she begins to lick you.

You squirm and groan beneath her, struggling in vain against her weight. The tigress' tongue is rough like every other feline's. It's comforting when she's gentle, but too much and it's like low-grit sandpaper, especially on your sensitive bits. You last maybe a minute or two under her relentless licking before giving up in a groan.

"Alright, alright! Fine!" you say. "You win, you win!"

Rebecca pulls back with a smile, chuffs, then presses back in for a kiss. The tenderness of your skin only makes it tingle even more.

"So you give up?" she asks when she lets you breathe again.

"Yes."

"And that means I won?"

"Yes, Rebecca."

"And we're watching Maid in Manhattan after you do dishes?"

You groan, but nod your head.

"Yes, you monstrous beast, you," you reply. The tigress smiles; it quickly fades when you add "But we're doing strikes before any of that."

"Well, there's one other thing we have to do before then," she says. You raise an eyebrow; Rebecca shifts her grip to pin your hands with a single arm. She rocks atop you a bit before getting up to her hands and knees. You get a strange sense of dejavu when she turns around -- then a wide set of stripes fill your view.

"And that would be?" you ask, trying to stay cool below her enormous twin moons.

"I said no teasing," she says, her hands going to her hips. You watch them sway for a second before they drop and engulf you in the familiar, soft darkness of her ass.

"And you teased me," you vaguely hear her say. She sighs, shifting atop you until you start to squirm and groan. Rebecca lifts off just enough for you to breathe before sitting back down, drowning you in fat, furry tiger cheeks. You savor them until you're short of breath again -- this time you slap at them when you're low. She laughs as she lifts this time, thudding down with a chuckle.

"Oh, so you submit," she says. "I'll be generous... best nine out of ten. How does that sound?"

You gasp in the next window she allows. There are little stars when her stripe cheeks descend and put you in the dark.

It all sounds fine by you.