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"Oh, Lance. C'mon, big bro. Time to wake up." The words floated through the Siberian tiger's head, punctuated by the _tap tap tap_of a paw against his cheek. "Open those big blues for us."

Lance groaned. Tried to reach up and rub away the haze of gray film. His paw wouldn't move. Tried again with the other paw. Same result. Flat on his back, the big cat snorted and tried to sit up, realizing quickly that he could not. His eyes flew open.

A face peered down at him. A Siberian tiger, like him. Only not like him. Sure, the stripes were jet black, the whites bordered on silver and the eyes were like sapphires, but that's where the similarities ended. This face was boyish, almost feminine. The ears were smaller, the nose was mottled pink and brown and the whiskers were black. "Dash?"

Dashel beamed him a smile, little fangs gleaming white in the silvery light. "Hi, Lance."

"Where am I? What's going on?" Lance had flown out for the weekend to visit the family. It'd been a year and he'd figured it'd be nice to see his brother. Memories flitted through his gauze-filled head. He and Dash had met up for lunch. Spent the afternoon together. Went for sushi. Then he was... here.

"Ah, we'll get to that in a moment," Dashel replied, answering both questions at once. "Let's get the cobwebs out first."

Again, Lance tested the restraints. Somewhere nearby, the AC kicked on. Suddenly, it hit him as the air tickled across his body. "Dashel?" he asked, his gaze drifting down his little brother's form. "Why are we naked?"

The small tiger gently gripped Lance's head between his paws, rolling it left. They were in an auditorium. A number of furs were seated throughout it. Lance could see a donkey, a pair of foxes and a wolf. A reindeer, rabbit and rhino. An elephant and a draught horse. They were all male and in various states of arousal. In fact, the foxes were already fucking. "Cuz the show won't be any good if we were clothed?" Dashel replied.

"Show? What show? What the fuck are you talking about, Dash? You know what, I'm done." Lance tugged at the restrains. Tried to kick his legs. Nothing. "Let me go, Dashel. I don't know what you think you're doing--

Without warning, a gag-ball wedged itself firmly into Lance's big muzzle. Dash leaned in, touching his pink, leathery nose pad against his brother's. "I think I'm going to be doing you, bro..." He glanced up at his audience "....in front of all these fine studs. "Hot, huh?" he said with a titter and a wink as he shoved his finger into the hole in the gag-ball and rubbed a pad against his brother's rough tongue.

Lance struggled. Pulled and tugged at the bindings. His wrists and ankles, wrists and neck. He couldn't budge. He tried desperately to spit out the gag-ball, but it was wedged solid between his teeth.

Dash minced as he walked slowly to the foot of the table holding his brother. As he walked, he trailed a single claw down Lances chest, abs, sheath and balls. Down the thigh and to a footpaw. The small tiger's tail swished as he tickled his brother's pawpads, smiling as the toes flexed and strained against the assault of his claw. "Guys," he said without looking away from his brother, "as promised, Lance is straight. In fact, his mate is pregnant."

Thunk. The Clydesdale's dick thwapped against the underside of his desk-seat. He whinnied.

"Hold your horses..." Dash said, gaze flicking from his brother's foot to the equine's massive cock. "Well, hold your horse, pardon the pun. But yah, you'll get your turn, big guy. Promise."

With that, Dashel snagged a fob from the nearby podium. "I just love these new science labs, don't you?" he asked. The only reply was a snort and a yip as one of the foxes came, squirting across a desk top and onto the nearby bunny. "Foxes..." he giggled. With a press of a button, Lance appeared on the LCD wall-screen opposite the audience. Another click. The table began to adjust, spreading his big brother's legs, lifting the knees and bending him upwards at the waist.

Unable to speak, Lance locked eyes with Dash. Snarled viciously.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Dashel purred, taking a step and grinding his sheath and balls against Lance's footpaw. The pads felt glorious against his sensitive, soft flesh, careful to keep away from the claws. A knot built in his chest. A tightness in his groin. The barbed tip of his penis had peeped from its hiding place. It rubbed against his brother's toepad. His tigerflesh hardened faster. He could feel the slick pre wetting his brother's fur and foot. It was glorious.

With reluctance, Dash forced himself to stop. He massaged Lance's pads, then dipped his fingers into his mouth. He could taste himself mingled with his brother. It was intoxicating.

Stepping between the crux of Lance's legs, Dash grabbed the tiger by the tail and pulled it clear, exposing the tailhole hidden beneath it. Drawing the fingers from his muzzle with a final, salty lick, the little tiger momentarily massaged Lance's hole before plunging his fingers deep into it.

Lance's eyes went wide. His body went rigid. Freeing the tail, Dashel's paw tickled up his brother's balls to the base of the sheath. He massaged it, working his brother from base to lip as his fingers teased the nut of the big tiger's prostate. Dash rubbed it.

Lance tried to wiggle. Thrust up.

"That's it, big brother. Let it happen. It feels so good. Believe me, I know."

Lance began to vibrate. Pink poked from the large tiger's sheath.

"That's it. This feels so good, doesn't it? Just look at all those sexy guys sitting over there, stroking themselves. They watch you. You're turning them on. Just think of all those different cocks filling you up, breeding you like the big, sexy, masculine cat you are. Those canine knots. That elephant's girth and the rhino's wings." Dashel licked his lips. Pre trickled from his tip. A drop dribbled onto Lance's balls. "And the donkey and horse. Just imagine what it's gonna feel like when they flare against this..." With a squeeze of Lance's nut, the big tiger twitched himself rock hard. Harder than hard. So hard that a squirt of pre shot into his chestfur.

"You're definitely gonna love this, bro." Withdrawing his fingers from his brother, Dash pressed the tip of his barbed tiger-dick against Lance's hole. He smeared himself across it. It puckered, tickling he barbed head of his sensitive flesh. "Eager, aren't you."

Lance snarled. Growled.

"Thought so." With a thrust, the small tiger opened the big tiger. Lance took the tip. Dash held it there, savoring the feel of his brother. That hard, masculine body. All that muscle. Dash was half Lance's size. If that. Yet, here he was, dominating his big brother. Making him his. Owning him. Turning him into a bitch. His bitch. Dash couldn't take it. He needed more. Pushed in completely. Lance's balls came to rest in the pubic fur surrounding the base of Dash's sheath.

As Lance struggled, the leather restraints creaked and groaned. The table shuddered. Still, nothing gave. Dashel savored feeling of his brother around him, clenching and relaxing. The silky heat was intense. Incredibly intense. Dashel thrust. Withdrew. Thrust again. Closed his eyes and began the ride.

Dashel fell into a rhythm as he fucked his brother. His cock grew rock hard, the barbs snagging the soft flesh enveloping his tigerhood. His paw drifted to the big tiger's dick. Wrapped around it. Stroked it in time with his thrusts. Lance stopped struggling. Began shuddering. Tried to thrust. Groaned around the ball-gag.

The little tiger shoved himself against Lance's sweet spot. His paw suddenly grew wet. He smiled, the smell of his brother filling his nose. More pre.

In the audience the reindeer had mounted the wolf, who had mounted the bunny. Their fucking grew frantic, each on the verge of cumming. The elephant used his trunk to jerk the rhino's cock as the donkey fucked him under the tail. Dash grinned.

The Clydesdale clopped up to the side of the table with a dick as long as an arm and just as thick. He stroked it. The ring bulged and the head had flared. Dash could smell his musk. It drove him to pound into his brother even faster. His cock felt like hot iron. Lance felt like velvet. The horse stepped over Lance's head, pointing his cock over the hole in the gag-ball as he locked his muzzle with Dashel's. Their tongues danced. The horses breathing grew ragged. He snorted. "Oh god. Fuck, Dash. F... Fuck. I'm gonna... I'm gonna c... cum..."

Smashing his dicktip against the gag-ball, the horse unloaded. Rope after rope of horse cum spurted through the hole. Lance's cheeks bulged from the sudden flood of spunk. It coursed down his throat. Backpressure squirted it back out the hole.

The sight, smell and sounds of the horse's climax was too much. Gripping Lance hard by the cock, Dash planted his hips against his brother. Grinded. His cock twitched. Flared. He groaned. Unloaded. His catmeat spurted load after load of tigerspunk deep into the burning insides of his brother.

No, not his brother. His bitch.

And he'd bred his bitch. Loved every minute of it.

Balls aching, Dashel collapsed forward against Lance's groin and belly. He noticed something. The fur was wet and sticky. Scooping up a wad of the slick, sticky, wet slime, he sniffed it. Licked it. It definitely wasn't his. It wasn't the horse's. He smiled up at his brother's cum plastered face. "Did you jizz?"

The question was met with yet another snarl.

"You came!" Dashel exclaimed as he patted Lance on the balls. "Good boy!" He peeled himself from his brother, reeking of spunk and musk. He eyed his audience. They were basking in afterglow. Still, he knew why they were really here. "So who's next?"

Paws shot up, but it was the rhino who lumbered forward.

"I'm guessing I won't be invited to Thanksgiving dinner at your house, will I?" Dashel lilted to his brother with a smile.