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Robert let out a sighed, "So how was the flight?" as his eyes swept the train station. The tiger rolled his shoulders and pressed his knees against his suitcase. He was dress casual, somewhere between local and traveler. Plain shirt, khakis, ring stowed away, sandals, and to round it out. A plain, old hut good suitcase.

His wife rumbled from the phone, "Long, but good. The cubs kicked up a bit of a fuss, but Mom was here to help out. We're all settled down in the hotel suite now." Jennifer breathed out a sigh and moved around the room, probably pacing to stretch her legs. "It's a nice suite. Bet you'll be ready to just go face down into the bed when you get here. You sound exhausted."

He chuffed a laugh, "Yeah, was burning the midnight oil on this deployment, and then getting told I'd have to take a train to the ceremony? No airports within reasonable distance. Not unless I wanna pay for the car ride out. Icing on the cake. It's an overnight train though, so I'll get some sleep at least." Some being the emphasis. He wasn't able to get a private sleeper, but a roomette should be good enough. Dining might be a problem, but he had a bit before the train got there.

A sympathetic noise then a casual, "I ran into your boss. Yuki I think?"

"Not boss exactly. Direct contact within the company who is above me in the chain of command... Yeah, boss might work."

"Ah, she had called herself your boss and laughed before clarifying. Seems nice enough, has a cute kid and very uptight nanny with her."

Robert leaned back in his chair, "Yeah, she decided she wanted a kid a while back. Went through some donor lists." Him, the donor list was him. Publicly, Yuki had gone on a search through banks and donor lists across the country, and even a little abroad. A trip over the weekend at a clinic had netted her a lovely little boy several months later. It was all stage play of course. Yuki loved her little scenes and acting out things. Hell, his first day as a consultant ended up with him balls deep in her repeatedly. She'd wanted him for more than just his technical expertise, and didn't mind that he was married. He didn't care either, so long as it didn't blow back on him.

Jessica breathed, "Oh, she's the one, I remember now. I thought I remembered you mentioning that a while back. Had felt it itching the back of my head all day." Some sound of fussing in the background, "Oh, that's Celina waking up. She's been teething horribly."

"Tell the kiddos I love them. I'm gonna grab some food before the train gets here." He blew a kiss at the phone, "Love you."

"Love you too."

He was tempted to call up Yuki and growl at her for talking to Jessica. They'd kept it secret for months now. While there wasn't a deficit of tigers, some people had gotten suspicious that he showed up, and months later, the hare/serval had a strangely striped child? Their coworkers had laughed it off and joked plenty. Yuki herself even teased that Robert wasn't her type. Only to end up at his apartment, begging him to fuck her brains out that night.

Ears perked as he looked at the time. No time for that really. Besides, she'd only get off on it if I call her up to chew her out. His stomach rumbled and the tiger sighed. Food first.

"Come on, can't believe it," Emma was sweating as she hurried into the station. Her train was only in a few minutes, but she knew well enough it was probably going to be a shade late. Which, even if she missed it, she could get the next one. No big, she wasn't in any rush to get anywhere. Not with her gap year backpacking.

No, the rush was because of her current state of things. Her heat had crept up on her without warning. Well, there had been warning but she'd brushed it off. Now she was rushing to get to the little stores within the station. Get some food, drinks, and most importantly, heat pads. There should be some in the shops. They had everything from souvenirs to food and common medicine.

Luckily, there was a general store right inside the station. She skidded in, shoes skidding on the tile. The clerk looked up at her and made a slight face before going back to something neutral and welcoming. Oh she knew she was quite the sight. Shorts, her favorite boots, a loose fitting shirt, and her backpack that carried nearly everything she needed. Then there was her hair and tail. Long, straight hair the same dark black as her pelt, dyed a vibrant red. At least half of it was. Between being out and about, and the style, only the lower hair was still that red. Which matched the top of her tail. Both that vibrant, almost neon, red.

"Hello," she chuffed, nodded, and all but dove into the shelves. Scanning quickly as she paced. Tail twitching behind her as she stalked the cramped store. Drinks and snacks stood shoulder to shoulder with boxes and packs of gift snacks, medicines, and trinkets. Just as she thought, tucked onto a shelf between some herbal remedies and shampoo was a rather plain box and a nondescript label. Heat pads, or at least the locks equivalent. Judging from the label, it was lavender scented. "What is it with them and scenting these?" she muttered under her breath. Tail twitching as she crouched low to look.

That was a mistake.

Crouching the low pulled her shorts tight and ground panties against her heat swollen mound. Emma bit her lip to keep from snarling or panting. Even the cotton fabric pressing against her was almost unbearable. Her tail trembled behind her and hitched up out of some ancient instinct she couldn't suppress. She managed to just breath out a slight pant and shiver. "Focus... You've got a roomette so you can take care of the soon."

She tilted her head and tried not to move her hips as she looked. Double checking to make sure there wasn't any unscented pads around. Of course not. Lavender was better than nothing though, so she grabbed them and stood up carefully. Though even smooth, calculated movements couldn't stop the whisper of fabric across her nether region. Focus, keep moving. Get the pads, get to a bathroom.

She did just that. Paid for the pads; asked the, thankfully female, clerk where a restroom was; and got an understanding look. Out and down to the restroom, where she dropped her pack and peeled her clothes off. There was an extra set of underwear right on top in her back. Clean, dry, and not already sticky with estrus. Swap them out quickly, tuck a pad in, and she was good to go.

As she pulled her shorts back up, a shiver raced up her spine. Not the hormonal, 'I need to be fucked' shiver, but a pleasantly cool one. There was something in the pad beyond that lavender. It felt like it was activated by her arousal. Combining with the slick, puffy lips and spreading a tingle across them. It cooled her, chilled her in a way that made her fur bristle, and then a pleasantly soft numb. Nowhere near the, ‘just went to the dentist and now my face feels weird’ numb, but certainly good enough to let her walk around without biting her lip.

“Well, look at that,” she chuffed to herself. Standing up, she gave her hips a few test wiggles. A shake of her hips, even a bump of her rear and swish of her tail. It felt, well not normal, but certainly better than the lip-biting, shuddering mess she had been. “Really should have upped my birth control,” she muttered under her breath. Packing her things away into her pack. “For safety,” she sighed as she grabbed a rather durable bottle of perfume and gave herself a couple spritzes. Just another layer of protection.

A distant chime, muttering over the speakers. Her ears swung around and perked. “Shit, the train!”

As expected, the train was nothing special. Worn, but clean. Robert showed his ticked to the peacock conductor. Nodding as the man checked, then directed him towards his roomette. It wasn't anything fancy. A pair of couch-like bench seats. Place to store his luggage. A fold down table. Flip down bunks for that evening. Bathroom was communal and just down the hall, as was the shower. He'd been on enough overnight trains in Japan, that he knew to check. Sure enough, there was a machine right outside the stall selling shower time. I know I'll need a shower by morning no matter what. Even if I can get one at the hotel, I'll need one here after I sleep on whatever this bunk is going to be like. So he bought a time credit and slipped the card into his pocket.

Back to his roomette and he settled in. The store had plenty of things, so he’d picked up a variety. Some drinks, a couple prepared lunches, and some shrimp crackers. More than enough to last him the ride, hopefully. He grabbed the first lunch and looked at it. It was one of those self-healing ones, so he gave the string a tug and set it aside to do its thing. It was just starting to hiss when his phone pinged. It was a text from Yuki, "How's the train ride? I saw your wife and two lovely cubs earlier."

He smirked and shook his head, "Just getting settled." His fingers fumbled over the Japanese characters, he was still getting used to them. "And she told me, you minx."

She just replied with a smirking emoji. Which he knew meant she would have more to say later, but was done for now. Of course he could tease her some, but before the thought could really form, the door slid open. Emma all but spilled in, chuffing, panting, then froze as she saw the tiger looking at her. His body half-turned to face her, phone in one hand. “Wrong room?” she tried, nerves fluttering. Shit, shit! Why is there a guy here? Robert’s ears perked as he pulled out his ticket and showed it. She cast a quick glance, leaned back to check the door, and snorted, “Fucking cheap…” complaints falling into growling grumbles as she pushed into the room. Her own fault for trusting her former companion to get her a ticket. Fucker probably got her the cheapest possible roomette and pocketed the extra cash. Emma eased herself into the room, “Excuse me,” as she tried not to bump into the tiger or bash him with her pack.

The room wasn’t large, more than enough for the pair of them. Pair of couch-like seats, bunks over them, but the space in between? Barely big enough for one to stand up in. As such, Robert had to step back and lean towards his seats as she pressed in. As she did, he caught a good whiff of her. Washed, deodorant, fresh perfume, clean but worn in, and under it all? A scent he knew well. Lavender with a hint of medicinal herbs. Something favored by the locals with their heat pads. Well well, this is gonna get very interesting. He laughed and tried some German, “Hallo! Können Sie Deutsch sprechen?"

German? Emma’s ears perked as she looked at him. He did look German. From his shirt, to those cargo shorts, right down to his sandals. Could be worse, I suppose. She pushed her hair back, He’s not too bad on the eyes… FOCUS! She shook her head and tried some Vietnamese. She wasn’t local, but she was conversational at least. He shook his head and countered with French. Is it racist if I try Russian? So she uttered, “Govorite po-russki?” That got another confused look. “Dangit, can’t even get a roommate I can understand,” she grumbled under her voice. Then all but slapped her forehead, He’s German, they tend to speak some English at least, Dumbass. “Don’t happen to speak English, do you?”

Wondered when she’d ask, Robert chuffed to himself. Outwardly, he perked up and laid on his best accent, “Ah, ENGLISH! Hey hey, we’re the Monkees!” He had a deeply German coworker, and was pretty good at mimicking him.

Now that… caught her off guard. The Monkees, why would he go there? Know what, nevermind. “Shared room?” She pointed at her ticket, then him, back to the door, “Are we sharing this room?”

I wonder how long I can keep this up. Robert did his best ‘confused but processing’ face then pointed, “Yes?” Thumb and forefinger came up, “Zwei… two, bett,” he pointed at the two couches, and the fold down bunks. “Na ja… vier…” he shook his head and waved his hand, “Yes, share room.” Then he put on his best smile and planted his shoulder blades against one wall, trying to give her as much space as he could.

“Well, better than nothing,” she muttered under her breath. Then realized she hadn’t introduced herself, “Emma,” she tapped her chest.

Ears perked and he nodded, “Felix!” It was a German enough name, common as well. He waved towards the seats, “Come in, pick.” Taking a chance to look her over as she glanced between the seats and the luggage racks. College, backpacker, American but traveled. Love her hair, that red works wonders with the black. His eyes darted over her quickly, taking in everything. Athletic too, not just walking, but probably a runner. Those thighs look like they could crush a man to death. Calm down, Robert, take your time with it.

Another low, “Well, you’re already set up over there,” as Emma looked at the tiger and where he was leaning. She turned to heft her backpack, swinging it up into the rack with practiced ease. Wasn’t her first time on a train here, and probably wouldn’t be her last.

“Ah, help.” He reached around to support her pack. The tiger easily a head taller than her, able to all but wrap his arm around her as he helped her push her pack up. He stood so very close to her. Near enough that her back and hips tingled with his proximity, but not so close he was actually touching. Even with the heat pad calming her nethers, Emma had to bite her lip to keep from simply pushing back into him.

Down girl, you don’t want to be climbing over him. “Thanks,” she breathed out. Eyes darting to his hand as he helped her push her backpack into the rack. No ring at least, but someone like him has got to have a partner.

Just as the pack was settled in, the train gave a lurch. Emma stumbled, Robert grabbed at the rail, another lurch, a bang, and she fell back against him. There was a breath, just a beat, where Emma sank against his chest. He felt warm, strong, broad chest against her back, and his groin against her rear. Instinct made her hips hike just a touch and bump back. Then, fast as it began, good sense snapped into place and she pulled away with a laughed, “Sorry.”

“Is alright,” he chuffed a laugh. “Always rough, leaving. Bang bang, yeah?”

“Yeah… wait, leaving?” Realization hit that she hadn’t gotten food earlier. Emma whipped around to look at the window as the station pulled away. “Crap crap crap! I didn’t get any food!” She pressed to the window. Robert’s eyes following the arch of her back and curve of her hips. Without thinking, she did the cutest arch of her hips and lift. Tail swishing behind her, that red dyed tip making the swish even more exaggerated. “Felix, do they serve food here? Do you know?” Her ears twitched as she tried to think of any German she might know. “Abendbrot?” she probably screwed that up.

A nod and slow, “Yes, they should bring…” tongue click as he rolled his head, playing up that he was searching for the word. “Speisewagen,” he mimed pushing a food cart, “Trolley.”

Emma heaved a sigh and dropped to her seat, “They’ve got food carts, good. Hadn’t eaten since this morning...” As she sighed, the scent of something tasty wafted towards her. Only then did she realize the table was down and he had something on it. A box that was hissing and steaming softly. The scent of rice, meat, and other goodies coming from it.

Robert caught her look and held up a hand, “Ah!” twisting, he reached into his rack and pulled out another lunch, offering it to her. “Hungry? Have extra. Would feel bad if I,” he made the motion of eating, “ate in front of hungry person.”

She started to tell him no, it felt polite, but her stomach rumbled. Then she saw the look he was giving her. Friendly, offering, and that smile? Oh it was charming alright. She flashed her own smile, “Thank you. Was in a rush, and had a rough couple days.” She took the offered meal and twisted it around in her hand. The instructions were simple enough, she gave the cord a pull and sat back to wait. Watching as the tiger gracefully folded himself into his seat opposite her. That easy half-smile on his face as he turned to look out the window. Waiting as his food continued to steam gently. Is he waiting on mine to cook? Odd manners, but… appreciated at least. She relaxed slowly and breathed out a sigh.

A smile crossed his lips. Good, she’s relaxing. Now just keep up the charm and we’ll see where this goes.

Pleasant, light conversation, a meal, and watching the landscape as the train rumbled past. He kept up the part of Felix, slipping between English and German, which he was conversational in. Though he used is sparingly, when he was ‘searching’ for a word. He revealed her was an engineer, but not what type. Though mentioning that got her to give him a certain look. He’d seen that look before. The instinctive, predatory look that women gave when they were judging a potential partner. He could practically hear her thoughts. Kind, intelligent, healthy all being filtered through her pheromones. Estrus didn’t make women dumb. It was maddening, from what he’d heard, but it did sharpen their senses. So it meant he had to keep up his act, play his A game, and that was what made it fun.

For his part, he also listened to her. Gap year from college, backpacking around, nothing too odd. Though she had been traveling with a couple friends. Apparently things went sour there, so she’d broken off things and went to get a train. Seems she found the problem he was having too. If you wanted to take a plane, then you needed to get the train out to where the airport was.

Robert hid a yawn behind his hand, “Excuse, I think I might…” he let out a grumbling, almost growling noise as he searched for the word. A little quirk he was adding to this Felix character of this. “Mittagasschlaf,” Emma just blinked at him, so he crossed his arms, dipped his head and gave an exaggerated snore.

“Oh! Nap!. Yeah, I think a little post-meal nap would be nice.”

“Yes, ha! Nap. Good.”

There wasn’t a lot of space for the two of them. With their meal done and the table folded away, there was enough space for the two of them somewhat comfortably. Though if he stretched or even slouched, his feet were against the bottom of her seat. Which the seats themselves were close to couches. Wide enough for two people to settle in shoulder-to-shoulder. Not long enough to really stretch out on. Not with the armrests and everything. If he folded the bunk down, then sure, but that would be a hassle. He’d napped enough on planes, busses, car rides, office meetings, and more that he could catch a few Zs anywhere.

If that was his goal.

Emma watched as he yawned, crossed his arms, and lowered his head. In a few seconds, Felix's breath evened out and fell into a low, occasional rumble. Neither snore nor purr. Tigers couldn't purr. It just sounded relaxed and even. Okay, should probably swap out the pad. Don't want to wake him up either. Not as nice as he's been. Should pay for dinner tonight, since he shared lunch with me. She got up, and quick as could be, opened her pack just enough to get a pad out of the box, and grab her little toiletry kit.

Normally, she'd let them ride a few hours, most of a day. This close to a guy? She could reach out and grab his knees, and not have to bend that much. Yeah, this close and personal she's gonna want to change them out.

Out into the hall, she glanced down towards the bathroom. And there was a couple people waiting before her. "Great, and there's only one in this car," came another mutter under her breath. She could go to another car either way. Glancing down the other way, she could see people milling about beyond the door. "Do I want to risk getting past them? Being polite and nudging my way down to whatever bathroom is open first. Or do I just..." she trailed off and looked back. Felix was clearly asleep. Head rolled to one side, tucked back in the corner of seat back and wall. Mouth open slightly as he breathed the deep breaths of nappage.

Emma's tail twitched. She looked from the bathroom, down to the other car, and back. "Fuck it," she growled. Closing the door as she stepped back into the roomette. The door was solid enough and closed with a soft click. Moving carefully, far more than she probably had to, she wiggled her shorts and panties down. The pad was stuck to her. Clinging to the arousal other had been seeping into it. As she began to peel it off, the train hit a bump, jostled, and she fell back into her seat. I hope he doesn't wake up right now! Half dressed, legs spread, and me rubbing my groin? Yeah, great sight for him to wake up for. I'd die of embarrassment.

Carefully, she peeled the pad off her. Her privates tingled as she did. Not numb, or at least not fully. Air from the overhead vents wafted down and across her. Where it brushed, her damp fur tingled again. Another surge of that cooling sensation. She bit back a gasp as it shivered over her. Pulling the pad off the rest of the way and rolling it up. It went into the lunch box, to be tossed out later. As she put it away, her fingers dipped down. Casually petting her outer lips. Wondering if she should use one of her towels or something to wipe herself down.

The tingling spread. What had been a cooling buzz turned warm and began to blaze. As if her estrus was rearing its head and snarling at her out of fury. How dare she try to tamp it down! Eyes flicked to Felix. He was still asleep, head rolling as the train rumbled on.

Fingers dipped lower. Spreading her lips slowly, mouth opening in a silent pant as cool air washed over the hotter insides. "Fuuuck," she mouthed more than said as fur bristled and shivers raced along her spine. The heat and medicinal chill clashed against each other making her thighs tremble. Real quick and quiet, just like being in the dorms or a hostel.

She bit her lip as fingers slid inside. Her walls trembled as something spread them. Muscles clenching and flexing, trying to coax the invader deeper. Thumb brushed her clit and she nearly cried out. Biting her lip and throwing her head back to keep herself quiet. Hips began to lift and roll into her finger. Low, panting noises hissed through her lips and clenched teeth. All but eaten up by the drone and rattle of the train. Her short slid further and further down as she writhed on the seat. Fingers sliding wetly in and out of her body. The slick sound a cacophony to her ears.

Robert hid his smirk as he stayed as relaxed as possible. He didn't think it'd start this quick, or devolve to this so soon. Bathroom must have had a line, not that I'm going to complain. Even seated, legs crossed and pulled close, there wasn't a ton of room. Emma was opposite him, pants down and fingers firmly on the buzzer. He watched with eyes that were open just enough, and ears that were turned just so. The fury she was working at herself was something alright. Oh, he wanted to just dive in and put his tongue to work. Listen to her gasp and squeak as he bit and licked. Why, he could almost taste her.

Her eyes darted to the tiger. Watching as he slept. Wondering what it'd be like if he woke up. Her mind that estrus-soaked need, began to whisper to her. Supplying her with wonderful fantasies of him waking up. How she might be bent over the seat. Ride him. How he might grab her shorts, fold her in half, and slam onto her. Pinning her down with knees by her ears as his cock just…

Snruffff…

She froze mid-stroke, eyes wide. The tiger was still asleep, but his mouth hung a little more open. Upper lop curling just so as his tongue peeked against pearly white teeth_. He's smelling me,_ the thought sent as shuddered through her core. Her fingers worked faster as her gaze shot down his body.

There was the prize. Pressing against the fabric of his cargo pants. The outline of the ever growing rod of power contained within. Emma bit her lip and felt that tingle course through her. Nostrils flared as she tried to breathe in his scent from across the room. She let out a louder chuff without thinking. The noise rising in energy as her other hand moved up. Lifting her shirt, prying her bra away, and cradling her breast. Fingers dancing around as she sank lower on the seat. Hips pushing into her fingers as that need gathered. Her mind raced, trying to paint the size and girth of his beast. Fingers feeling inadequate even as they plunged and plumbed her depths. A tight pressure forming in her gut, shuddering, balling up, threatening to burst. She stuffed her shirt into her mouth panting around it as her fingers went to town. "Nnnnggghmmmm!" the sound got buried into her top as hips pushed up. Juices squirting out and onto the seat opposite her as her orgasmic pleasure washed through her being.

Fingers still buried deep in her, Emma sank back into the seat. Body slouching as pleasure hummed through her. Tingling as it raced up and down her spine, out to her limbs, and back in. It felt good enough that she would have purred if she could. Should take care of it for a little bit at least. Just should spray and clean up before Felix wakes up.

As she opened her eyes and moved to sit up, she froze. The tiger was there, still in his seat, head rolled, eyes open, and looking as surprised as she felt.

"Ah sorry, didn't... "

"No, I'm sorry, I... "

"Stare, just that you were…"

"In heat err estrus. Not sure what the German word is, but you can probably smell that and... "

"Awful lot of noise, so I had to…"

"Do you want to fuck?"

Her question surprised her, but it stunned Felix and it stopped them from talking over each other. He almost jumped, ears up and eyes wider. Emma felt her cheeks flush hot as she stared at the tiger. "I ah, I have condoms." She reached for her toiletries and felt around. Sure enough, she still had a few left. Emphasis on a few. Three or four if she had to guess by feel. Still, she pulled one out and pinned her ears back with a sheepish smile. "It's just that, we've gotta spend a while here close together. I can't help my... Condition, and I don't want you to get," she glanced at his bulge then away, "uncomfortable."

Robert was ready to leap for joy and cheer. He really hadn't expected it to come to this so fast. Still, he had a part to play and this could be a test. He cleared his throat and rolled his head, "Would very much love to, as you are very," there came the growling, thoughtful noise; "attractive. But we barely know each other and..."

Emma flicked the condom at him, bouncing it off his chest. He scrambled to catch it, "If you want, I"m offering. I'm clean too, and... Fuck I hope you are as well."

He let a whistle and a pop of his lips, "As a whistle, as they say." He fumbled with the condom a little, worrying the edges of the package. "If you are insisting and wanting," Robert trailed off.

"Yes," she breathed and brought her foot down on the floor. Using it to leverage her shoe off, that way she could free one leg from her shorts at least. Letting them dangle there as she leaned back, shirt still up enough to show off her athletic build. Legs spreading as her hands dipped down to massage her outer lips. The tiger licked his lips at the sight of her, glanced towards the door, and then stood up.

His voice dropped, "Then who am I to deny a lady? Though perhaps..." he cracked the window, "some air before others begin to smell too, No?"

“Good idea," she breathed, focus dropping as he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. The panther arched out of instinct as his cock leapt free. A lovely red, thick, good length, and with barbs that made her mouth water. And his balls! Oh fuck they were swinging and she couldn't wait to feel them against her. Her need, which had been driven back somewhat by her self-play came back in full force. She could almost picture a cave panther woman stalking around behind her. Growling things in her ears about how healthy he would. How this male would provide find cubs for her. Lamenting and growling in the primal tongue as he opened the condom and fumbled it into place. Pinching the tip and rolling it down his length.

It only took a few seconds before he was in front of her. Leaning forward as she slid her body back. Hands gathered her legs up, "Do you want them around my waist, or in a more... What do they call it? Press?" He pulled her legs higher, letting her heels come to rest on his shoulders.

She almost squealed, "Yes, this," as he leaned forward. Knees easing towards her chest as the larger male bore down on her. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. Excitement building as he reached down, rubbing his covered tip against her. A slow rub and nudge before the tip began to push in. She arched, bit her lip, and whined as he sank in.

Fuck she's hot…

God he's big!

Hips collided, pressed, gasps bitten back, and then he pulled away. She barely had time to register he was inside her before he threw himself forward again. Body clapping off hers, balls bouncing on her rear. Insides trembled around him, coaxing the male deeper. When he pulled out, she almost whined at the feel of his barbs. Dulled by the condom, dragging at her. The condom's own flaccid, rubbery ticklers couldn't match what nature made. She ground and writhe pushing against him with an almost desperate, "More."

Robert added some more force, "More?" he huffed. Mouth open, breathing in her scent.

She nodded, "Harder," came the pant. He hesitated, ears up. Emma reached down. Nearly folding herself in half, knees around her ears as her claws dug into his hips. "Harder, I'm not going to break. Fuck me like you mean it!"she snarled.

Surprise. Well, if it's what she wants. Robert's smirk turned into a snarl as he thew himself forward. Belly bullying her thighs and folding her up. His body met hers with a resounding impact. Emma gathered her shirt up and stuffed it into her mouth. Breasts heaving as she let out a muted yowl. Her claws dug into his hips as her thighs shook and pushed. Robert put more of his weight on her, pressing her into the seat. Her knees slipped past her head, all but ready to get into a full yoga pretzel. Still she shoved into him, claws digging at his hips. He freed a hand, practically ripped her bra off, and gave her breast a slap.

Emma jumped at the stinging clap, but only pushed harder. She wanted more, needed more from him. Her tail lashed. Juices costing his shaft and balls. Drenching him in her heat as breathes came in short gasps. She was sure she was biting through her shirt, but didn't care. Not as she felt The Peak rise before her.

"MMMNNNGHPPPPH!"

Claws dug in and feet kicked as she squirted around him. Body shook with the raw need of it all. Each thrust drove her higher and higher, especially as his hand closed on her breast and gave her teat a sharp twist. Pain and pleasure blended together into a blinding light.

A low snarl rang out near her ears. The tiger threw his weight against her and she felt it. The twist. That pulse! Dulled warmth filling her as he reached his peak. That primal part of her snarled, denied, but her body knew what a male cumming inside her felt like. That was enough to make her melt, eyes fluttering. Endorphins rushed through her, making her feel dizzy, almost drunk. Her body relaxed one twitch at a time.

Robert panted as he looked down at her. Nothing like the blissful look of a gal in need. He smirked and pulled back. Emma twitched as he slipped out. Condom hanging off his cock, bearing his load and keeping it contained. Sorry boys, not your chance yet. Hopefully soon your brethren can get to rally. He panted a, "Wow," and put on his goofiest smile, "Not what I was expecting."

Off came the condom, a quick knot, look, and then he stuffed it in the empty lunch box.

"Yeah," she huffed, "sorry about that. Got these pads at the store, and they kinda made me all," she wiggled her hand and made noises. Unfolding herself and looking around. "We have got to stink of sex."

He waited a second and perked, "Ah!" and snapped his fingers. Standing, he pulled out his toiletry bag and fished out some scent killer wipes. "I have these, good yes?" He handed one to her and used another to wipe his groin down. Emma looked at him, a question starting to form. Robert caught that look and headed her off, "I work with... Ah..." he held up two fingers and made squeaking noises.

"Prey types? Yeah, makes sense." She laughed it off and wiped herself down. Thousands of years of civilization couldn't stomp out millions of years of evolution so easy. Some people still got skiddish around predatory types. A shiver raced through her as she wiped herself down. "Should be good till dinner time. Which, I'll pay for, Felix. Least I could do." Emma cast a look at the tiger, "Thank you, by the way."

He chuffed a laugh, "Pleasure was mine!"

No sooner had they gotten cleaned up and their clothes in some sort of order, than there was a soft knock at the door and the announcement of food. True to her word, Emma paid for some food and drink for the two of them. It wasn't quite dinner time, but she was more than willing to stock up.

Of course by the time dinner had come around, they'd eaten. And they'd eaten. As the sky grew darker and it got closer to sleep, Emma found herself in his lap again. The panthress gasped and threw her head back. Tongue grasping against his fingers as they probed her mouth. She let out a pleasant little whine and wiggled her hips. Cheeks clapping off his lap as she rode him for all she was worth. The tiger growled quietly at her. Low, grumbles of pleasure that reached her ear as he pulled her head back. His hand went from her breast up to her throat. She gasped at the feeling of power as he squeezed, heart leaping in her chest. Then rode faster as it moved back to her breast. Fingers digging in and massaging roughly. Her chest ached, rear stung, and body craved more from him.

Robert shuddered and hooked his fingers, pulling her head to the side. She gasped, then eyes rolled back as his teeth dug into her scruff. Hips froze as the male gave a couple shallow bucks then went still. Her hand shot down to feel his balls as they lifted against her. Filling another condom with his seed. More wasted sperm, her primal need snarled. Spent in that container, killed by chemicals. Those belong inside us! It snarled at her wordlessly. Not that she minded as her eyes rolled back. Her own peak coming a moment later as her fingers drummed off her swollen clit.

"Ooof," he chuffed into her ear, "You are going to wear me out." He ran his tongue over her neck and up her cheek. "Think that is good for tonight? Or should I be on guard as I brush my teeth."

Emma chuffed a laugh back at him, "Way we've been going at it? I'll probably sleep through the night."

She turned her head and he met her with a brief kiss. "Good. Now, shall you visit the bathroom first, or I?

"You go, I want to clean up some first." She rose on shaking legs and all but fell into her seat with a giggle. "Jelly legs," came the huff as she wiped herself down with one of the scent killers. He chuckled, got a small bundle from his suitcase, and slipped out to go to the bathroom.

Emma perked her ears and waited a few seconds before standing up. She didn't want to go through his stuff too much. Just a quick peek. Nothing she hadn't done before while traveling. Certainly wasn't going to take anything.

A quick look through his luggage revealed, well not a lot really. Couple changes of clothes. His cellphone was off and on charge. Only thing she could find without digging deep was a laptop and a ID card. A quick look revealed that it was the tiger she was with. Though there was no name on it. Just some logo she didn't recognize. So she snapped a quick picture and put everything back how she'd found it. "See if I can't find out some more later." Out of curiosity of course, and nothing else.

He came back with a smile, wearing a pair of loose cotton pajamas. "Should be clear in there," he nodded towards the door. She thanked him with a smile and grabbed her stuff. Quick brush of her teeth, change into her own pajamas. Really just a loose, sleeveless shirt and cloth shorts. By the time she made it back to the roomette, he was just thumping the bunks down. "Thought I'd get these down," he chuffed, "traveled on these trains once too often, yes?"

"Looks like it." The bunks made the room even more cramped. What had been standing space between the seats was now a path just wide enough to scuttle sideways between. She nudged the bunk and found it was solid enough. Though the bedding was a bit lacking. "That pillow has seen better days, huh?" It looked like the pillow equivalent of single ply. Low, flat, and barely a bump. The sheet didn't look much better either.

His ears perked, "No, but they are clean. I roll up clothes a little. Bulk it up some." He showed stuffing some clothes into his shirt and placing it on top.

Emma started to flirt some, but a yawn caught her off guard. She quickly stuffed her hand to cover her maw and shook her head, "Longer day than I thought. So, some sleep and see you in the morning?"

He flashed a toothy smile, "Sounds delightful."

With the door shut and latched, overhead lights off, and window curtains pulled, the roomette was pretty dark. Lights still seeped around the curtains and door, casting a dim light in the room itself. Which got dimmer as the hallway's interior lights went into night mode as well. Emma slipped under the blanket and shifted to get comfortable. Robert did the same, a dark lump on his side of the room. She did genuinely feel tired and yawned as she settled down. The emotional toll of the morning compounded with the physical exertion of that afternoon. She was out like a light.

Robert smirked as she began to breath and chuff in her sleep. Well, know it's been a good one when they pass out like that. He sighed to himself and stretched out on his back. Some sleep will be good too, especially the way she was riled up this afternoon. Can't guarantee that she won't be up half the night.

Emma woke some time later, body warm and sweat making her clothes cling to her. The panther huff and rolled. She knew there was a vent somewhere, but wasn't sure where. She reached for it before stopping herself. The lights were on the same block as the vents. Really didn't want to get blinded trying to cool herself off.

A growl slipped from her as she rolled over. In the dark, she could see her roommate, stretched out on his back. Lights danced across him as the train continued through the night. Can't believe I've been fucking a guy I've known for minutes longer than we've been screwing. Though he is good at it and has been scratching all those good itches. Even as the thoughts formed the light seemed to linger on him for a moment longer. Drawing her eyes down his body to his groin. Manhood lifting in his sleep, making the barest of tents.

Just the sight of that pulsing, covered cock was enough to make her mouth water. That sinister, primal side of her rumbled in her ear, Look at it. Primed and ready, all you have to do is draw his pants down and take it. You itch, you burn, you yearn for more. Imagine how good it will feel in you. A shiver raced down her spine and made her tail bristle. Emma sat up and reached for her bag. She'd moved the condoms to the outside pocket earlier. Quicker to grab and…

There were none.

"I swear there were more," her voice a bare whisper, lost to the droning of the train. Does it matter if there aren't more? They've been holding us back. Keeping us from the pleasure we rightly deserve. That glorious, bare cock inside us. His barbs scratching our itch. His , not some condom's false promises. Then the warmth of his seed shooting so deep. Knowing it goes where it needs to. Where it belongs. So what if we're in heat? We can just take some Plan B or something. That's easy enough to find. There's no risk at all in taking him bare.

Emma chewed on her bottom lip and reached over. The space between the bunks might as well not have even existed. It was easy enough to span the gulf. Fingers touched his sheets and stilled. "I shouldn't," she breathed. You should. If he asks why you didn't have a condom, claim sleep. Say you thought you'd put one on him. It will feel good, it will be right!

One finger at a time, she pulled at the thin blanket. Claws hooked at the fabric and pulled. Reeling it in towards her bunk. In the dancing, darting light, she could see more and more of him. How his pajama shirt had slid up. The way his bottom was tied loosely. Loose enough that his tip was peeking over the waistband. It's beautiful, isn't it? How does he smell? I bet it is everything we could have dreamt of and longed for.

Her mouth watered as she slid towards his bunk. Straddling the pair, elbows holding herself up. All it took was a little tug to loose his ties. A nudge to lower the bottoms enough to bare him to her. She licked her lips as she leaned over. Instinct and hormones growling, pacing in her mind. The panther an expanse of shadow as she eased towards him.

Fingers found his cock and felt it. The spiny, rough barbs. Heft of a tiger's cock. That bit of precum on his tip a treat she touched and rubbed her fingers against. Delighting in how warm and slick it was, the way it stuck to her finger. Reaching around his girth, she lifted him and leaned in. Go on, do it. Scent the male like you want to.

Her nose touched the base of his cock, right where spire met balls. Eyes rolled back as a shiver raced down her as she breathed in his scent. He hadn't done a good job of cleaning himself. There was the scent killer, a hint of soap, but her scent lingered on him where she'd soaked his balls earlier. More importantly, there was his scent. That sleepy, slightly musky aroma of a male that took care of himself. Deep, earthy, that hint of salt, but a smell that screamed virile to all her senses.

Tongue brushed his balls. Combing through the short fur there. He chuffed in his sleep, ponderous orbs lifting ever so slightly before relaxing into her tongue again. Emma's hand began to move, bringing him to full mast. Thumb dancing over his tip and fingers tracing his length. Another lick, this one drawing in one of those wonderful orbs. She squirmed as she breathed in his scent. Feeling her own body start to burn with unsatiated need. Thighs pressed together and ground, tail whipping above her as her hips lifted.

The heat, the need, began to fog her thoughts. She didn't remember shedding her shorts. Barely registered crawling on top of him. Some sense crept in as she straddled the sleeping male. Still stroking his cock as she rubbed his tip at her inflamed entrance. Do it, her cave panther side growled. She could almost feel phantom hands guiding her. Grappling her hips and shoving her down.

"Gaaaaah!" she breathed and hunched, almost cumming as she sank over his bare cock. Every one of her senses screamed that this was what she wanted and needed. Her hips twitched, started to lift. His barbs caught and drug against her insides. So much more intense than any mere condom or toy could be. Emma threw her head back with a feral hiss as she dropped again. Grinding against him to savor the feel of those barbs raking her body in ways that only a male cat could.

Hands shifted to his chest. Feeling him through his top, across to his shoulders. Hips lifted and dropped as the barbs rasped again. Lights danced and flashed before her eyes as she threw her head back and huffed. The sound louder now, bunk creaking as she began to move without thought.

"Emma?" the name was a question, equal parts sleepy and surprised. Then a more shocked, "Condom?"

She voiced a growled, "Fuck it. I want it bare. Raw. Sticky." Tongue ran over her lips as her body moved faster now, insides trembling as his spines continued to tease her. Coaxing her as nature intended to. She could feel her peak rising fast. Shoulders hunched as her head dropped. The panther let out a primal, "Knock me up!" almost screaming before his hand came up to silence her. The call muffled into his palm as she shook and rocked her hips. Eyes rolling in her head as pure bliss shot through her.

Robert smirked in the shadows, Got her.

Both hands fell to her hips as her primal scream died off. Fingers dug into her hips and pulled her. Heels planted and he got a few good thrusts in before slamming himself balls deep. He'd been close enough from some sneaky handwork, and then her bringing him up. Now he just hurried and let out his own breathy hiss. Slamming himself balls deep in her. Pressing tight enough she could feel his sac lift and twitch as he fired his load so very deep into her.

He barely finished before she collapsed on him. Body limp as a puppet with the strings cut. Lips pressed to his neck, heavy breaths puffing his fur. "That was... Fuck...." she sounded half-drunk. Voice slurring as she arched against him. "Keep doing that to me," she mumbled, voice trailing off into a snore.

Oh I intend to, he promised silently. A wicked smile curling over his lips. Slowly, carefully, he shifted his bedding. Sliding the pillow just over her face. He eased up enough to turn on the light. It only took a moment to pose the sleeping panther. Hips turned just so, tail aside, breasts on full display, and most importantly. His cum leaking out of her. Fresh and stark against her dark pelt. Another for the collection.

Come morning, he woke her by pinning her to the bunk and slam fucking her awake. Giving her a load as she screamed bliss into his palm. Next was one as she folded the bunk up. Just grabbing her bare hips and going at it from behind. When the train was delayed and they slowed to a stop? He pressed her front to the window. Mashing her breasts into glass as he rutted her into a drooling mess. Filling her pussy again and again. Bare, raw, unprotected as he drove his cock into her aching body over and over.

"I..." she panted, "need to get cleaned up."

He huffed as he leaned back, hands on the panther's hips as she rode him, "Ja. Do you have..." he trailed off as she leaned in and buried another yowl into his shoulder. Waiting for her to finish trembling before he grunted, "shower ticket?"

Emma could only utter a curious noise. One that trailed off as he grabbed her by the base of her tail and hammered her. Sending her into another orgasm before he added to the growing mess between her thighs. Pressed tight as he panted, balls just starting to ache. Been a while since it felt like that. Can't be getting old already.

She panted, "A... What?"

"Shower card. Time for shower, they tend to run out fast. You got one, yes?"

Leaning back, she looked at him with surprise. Then shook her head. He let out a little chuff and then a smile. "Good thing I have one, yes? Though the stall might be tight."

It only took her a second before she bit her lip and grinned.

While the shower was smaller than he expected. They made it work. Though working with the five minute timer was something of a challenge. He had to finish in her before they started the shower. Only to devolve into another romp with her clinging to the sink as he railed her from behind. Making a whole new mess they had to clean up with their already wet towels.

Even with the delay, it was mid-afternoon by the time they were disembarking. "I need to catch my next train," Emma breathed.

"Hush and let me finish then," he flashed a grin.

They were tucked in an alcove. Emma with her back to the wall, shorts pulled down enough to show off her panties and heat pad. Robert used his body to shield her from view as she stroked his cock. Pumping him quickly, slapping his tip against her swollen and well-fucked folds. "Thought you liked hearing me," she moaned and leaned in. Biting his ear as she moaned out, grinding against his tip. "Come on, Felix. Give me a mess. Make me walk around for hours with your cum soaking into me. Trying to knock me up while you…"

"Grrrf," he breathed. Shaft leaping in her hand. Tip sliding into her just enough to pump his final load into her waiting body. Some of it spilling out to come rest on the pad. Emma gasped, panting at him as she ground her swollen clit onto his head with a hissed word of praise. "Perverted."

She grinned and kissed his nose, "Thank you." As she pulled her clothing up. Robert stepped away as she situated herself, "Maybe we'll meet again. You ride these trains often?"

He offered a smiled, "Often enough."

Then she was gone, heading to the shop for food, scent killer, and her next train. Meanwhile, he turned and left the station. Heading to the line of taxis that were waiting for a client. He spared one glance over his shoulder. Making sure the cost was clear before he got in. Accent sliding back to his usual as he told the address and pulled his phone out.

Jennifer answered on the second ring, "Hey, sorry I didn't call earlier. Train was noisy as hell." He leaned against the door, "Got delayed a couple hours, no surprise there. I'm on the way to the hotel now. What are you up to?"

"That's good, and yeah this entire place is rather noisy. Mom and I took the twins out for a little sightseeing. Do you want us to come back and meet you?"

He stifled a yawn, "No. I'm gonna get to the room, shower, and crash out. Barely got any sleep."

A sympathetic noise from his wife. "Okay, we'll keep at it here then. It should take us a couple hours before we're back." A muffled, "What? Okay. Mom says hi and thanks for paying for her. The twins are eager to see daddy too. Oop, that's our bus. Love you."

"Love you too." He blew a kiss into the phone and hung up. Then fired off a quick text, "Made it to the station, on the way to the hotel."

Yuki replied, "Saw the Missus off earlier. Told her where to sight see." IE, 'I got rid of your wife for a few hours.'

The trip to the hotel was only a half-hour. He paid and tipped the driver before going in. The front desk had a spare key ready for him. It only took a couple minutes before he was in front of his suite door. Card in hand, he turned as the door opposite opened up. Yuki stood there, bathrobe half-open and a knowing smile on her face. "You got lucky on the train."

The tiger gave Yuki a once over. The rabbit-like features of hers, tall ears at attention. Pelt that faded from snowy-white to soft gold with rosettes dotting here and there. Shockingly blue feline eyes gave him a slow once over. Motherhood had softened her athletic build, adding curves in a way that suited her. The rabbit/serval hybrid took a step towards him. "What was it, hmm?"

She looked ready for another question when Robert struck. All but leaping across the hall, he caught her by the throat and shoved her back into her room. Yuki let out a gasp of surprise, excitement flashing through her eyes. He powered his way into her room, all but slamming her into the entry wall. Holding her there as she looked at him with expectant defiance.

The tiger growled, smirked, and reached down to undo his belt. "You'll have to guess. My cock stinks of her right now, why don't you start by cleaning it off?" His belt chimed, "Nice, and slow. Do a good job and I'll tell you all about her."

Yuki was panting, squirming in his grasp. As he released her throat, she happily drooped to her knees in front of him. "Your wife and mother in law are out. We have plenty of time." Quick, light fingers fished him out so she could breath in his scent. Moaning, "A feline, another big cat..." Her tongue darted over his tip as she looked up at him. "I want you to top me up."

His hand fell to her head, rubbing between her ears. "Breed you again? This weekend? With my wife and family a room away?" Grip tightened in her long hair and the tiger shoved his cock into her mouth. Ignoring her surprised gag as he leaned back, "You've got me for an hour. I need a fucking shower and a nap. Now get to work."

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A few months later, Robert wandered into his office at Aurai Technologies. Shoulders rolled as he breathed out a groaned, "Work work work," then he spotted a package on his desk. "And more work. What hell awaits me?"

It was a rather plain box wrapped in brown paper. The label printed and listed his name. Opening it revealed two things. A Polaroid of Emma. Naked, posed, and with a rather obvious baby bump. With it, a simple note that said, "Hello, Felix. Call me sometime." Followed by a cell number.

As he looked at the note, and then the picture. Yuki walked in. The cabbit sporting her own bump already. Possibly not his this time. She had been around some lop half the weekend. They'd find out in a few months. She looked at him. The photo. Then the note with a rather easy, "She's cute. Also Felix? You might as well have called yourself John Smith."

He made a face, "I gave her a fake name, never mentioned where I work."

Yuki tapped his nose, "Then you got sloppy." She gave an exaggerated sigh, "Though you do love sloppy, don't you?" She smirked and reached over, fingers feeling the half-erect cock in his slacks, "Oh look at that, the risk has someone excited."

Robert mock-growled at her and tucked the Polaroid away for later. Another to add to his gallery. "You know, I think she wears the pregnant look better than you."

Nose wrinkled, "Of course, I just look like an olive on a toothpick. Now, work dinner and karaoke."

"Uh huh, then back to my place so I can blow your back out?"

A little too innocent, "If you insist." Yuki started for the door and paused. "And what if this... Samantha sent a package to your Jennifer?"

He tucked the photo into a pocket, "Emma. Samantha was at the conference last year. If she sent this to Jennifer?" he took a breath and shrugged, "Then I'll deal with it then. I won't lie, and I'm sure she fucks around too. I'm gone most of the year, for fuck's sake. We're both in it for the tax benefits, money, and appearance." At least he was.

"True. Now come, karaoke calls."