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What could possibly be better than the aroma of fresh brewed coffee in the morning?

Kay, for one, couldn't answer that question. With a deep breath, the white furred and black splotched cheetah inhaled deeply, drawing in a lungful of caffeine infused air. A shiver ran down his spine, and he let the air back out with a sigh.

This morning had not been the most ideal morning for Kay- far from it. After waking up late due to not setting his alarm the previous night, and with a throbbing tent pitched under his sheets, Kay had bolted from his bed to the shower. His aching cock had longed for a friendly touch, but he was running behind schedule already and just couldn't afford another set-back.

Fast-forward a few minutes to the sleep deprived, half-dressed cheetah running to his stop as he watched the tail end of his bus driving up the street. Fortunately the next bus was only fifteen minutes away, but brought Kay to his destination during peak-hour.

So now the tired, starving, horny cheetah stood outside his ritualistic first stop of the morning.

Without wasting another second, he hurried through the double glass doors into his favourite go-to café. A bell announced his arrival when the door swung open... and was lost in the mass of furs cramped in close proximity, some chatting casually while others were reading from their phones or glancing frustrated at their watches.

Kay groaned loudly at the sight of the packed café. Behind the counter a flustered barista tried in vain to keep up with the mountain of orders piling up in front of him. Kay scowled openly, he'd never seen the café this busy before. It was seven thirty am on a Thursday and already his day was ruined.

He needed to get to school in an hour, which included time for travel and breakfast. Unless the unfortunate cat felt like starving through his first two periods of classes, he'd need to decide between coffee _or_breakfast, else take the risk of arriving late.

There was no competition in Kay's mind. If he went hungry during his first class, at least he'd be awake to take notes and listen. Without coffee his head would hit the desk faster than a dropped lead weight.

The cheetah fished his phone from his pocket and opened up the café's app. With a few screen taps later his order had been placed at the end of the ever growing queue, and a timer popped up to announce how long his order would take to be ready.

'Twenty minutes!' Kay thought with shocked disdain.

His patience was quickly running away from him, and the lack of caffeine was in no way helping. Already he felt the pounding behind his sunken eyes, and the smell of fresh brewed coffee only tempted his body further. But with his order placed there was nothing more for him to do but wait agonisingly

Kay looked around for a vacant table or space to relax until the café app on his phone buzzed to let him know his coffee was ready. With as much luck as he was having currently this morning, it was no surprise that every visible chair was occupied, and many spaces along the perimeter walls were like-wise crowded.

Towards the front of the little store front, to the left of the designated pick-up zone, was a small pocket of room. A spot just big enough for a slim cheetah. The steady stream of various furs collecting their orders must ward others from loitering around the busiest location, but for Kay anything would do at this point.

His spot secured and with nothing else to take up his time, Kay pulled out his phone to fiddle around with... until he was bumped from behind.

"Sorry." The fur grunted.

Kay turned to respond, paused, and adjusted his gaze about a foot-and-a-half higher to look into the eyes of the much larger tiger standing in front of him. All rational thought fled from his mind, spooked from the sight of the apex predator so close at hand.

The tiger stared at Kay for a moment, unsure if the strange cheetah would say anything, or continue staring slack-jawed at him. The tiger grunted to himself and was about to turn away from the cheetah when Kay's mind finally caught up to reality and yelled at his mouth to respond.

"N-no problem." Kay squeaked and blushed. As soon as the weak, wavering words left his muzzle he tried to will them back. What a great first impression.

The tiger shot Kay a funny sideways glance but returned his attention elsewhere and otherwise ignored him. Kay wished he could fade away into the background, but thanks to the café being packed like a can of sardines, the two felines were pressed too close for comfort so as to not block the pickup counter.

The tiger looked to be in his early-thirties, his fur vibrant and sleek with youth. Through his work attire, Kay could confirm he was in no way shy of visiting the gym; the clean suit he wore was broad in the shoulders and stretched taunt around his muscled chest, and even through the long black sleeves Kay could see his defined arms.

And finally the horny cheetah's eyes landed on the crotch region of the larger feline. Like his suit jacket, the tiger's pants were just as tight, leaving very little to the imagination if the large bulge pressing against the zipper was anything to go from. Kay felt his dormant arousal from this morning twinge in appreciation of the sight.

Now Kay's attention had been peaked in another way, and his wandering mind trailed to much more inappropriate thoughts. The tiger was ignorant to Kay's adventurous eyes as his head was stuck fast in an old fashioned paper.

Kay sidled up to him casually, and placed a paw on the tiger's forearm in a manner that scream ulterior motive. The tiger twitched at the initial contact, flicked a questioning eye at Kay, but otherwise returned his attention to the paper. Kay rolled his eyes and decided to take a more direct approach.

"Whatcha reading?" Kay asked with a curious tone.

The tiger didn't bother sparing him a second look. "The paper," he grumbled.

Obviously this cat was in need of some caffeine as well.

Kay tried to keep the small talk going. "Anything interesting?"

The tiger grunted in response, and continued ignoring him. Kay sighed dejectedly and moved to plan two.

Kay's friend Cody had asked him once why he still bothered with the traditional courting rituals. With Kay's unique abilities of thought manipulation, he could influence other furs around him to act or believe anything he wished them to. The cheetah had thought about Cody's question for a short while before answering:

'It's all about the payoff- the thrill of the hunt, the conquest of another fur. This gift just gives me a get-out-of-jail free card if I want to skip that bullshit and fuck someone.'

Of course, sometimes subtlety takes too long. Sometimes the cheetah is just a horny cat in desperate need of a hard pounding.

Thought-Convincing was the first method he'd ever found to work, which just so happened to be on one fateful day at school. The exact range was a mystery, however some innocent testing had let him know it was at least a hundred meter radius.

He closed his eyes briefly to initially clear his mind. It was easier to maintain a Convincing bubble once he got started, but the initial burst of effort to form a cohesive sentence in his mind required a slight amount of concentration.

Kay sent out his thought and re-opened his eyes. To the uninitiated observer, nothing had changed. The furs within the café went about their daily routine, waiting for their coffee and tapping away at their phones.

But in reality any and all of the furs within eyesight of the café would be Convinced, and as long as Kay re-affirmed that thought, anyone else coming close enough to enter his bubble would be affected too.

Kay turned back to the tiger. "You want to fuck me," he whispered.

The tiger stiffened suddenly and snapped around to face Kay. "I find you incredibly cute and want to have sex with you," he said bluntly.

That was more like it. Straight to the point, exactly how Kay wanted it.

"Good because I've never been fucked by another feline before, and I'm ungodly horny right now," Kay said. He stepped up close to the tiger; much closer than publically accepted, and felt no hesitance in placing his paw firmly on the other male's bulging fly. "Show me that delicious cock, stripy butt. Let me know how it feels to have barbs raking through my tailhole."

Kay teased the zipper, feeling the resistance and heat of the tiger's flesh against his pads, and then slowly dragged it down until the tiger's white underwear popped out into the café air.

The sound of the zipper sliding down was drowned out by the hushed mumble of the other furs in the café, but with how upfront and visible the two cats were, anyone and everyone had a view of what was happening.

Kay trickled his claws up the covered object of his desires, and felt the tiger shiver at the tingle of having pointed tips so close to his intimate region.

No one reacted when Kay slipped his paw between the folds of the tiger's briefs and felt along the furred holster. The tiger purred at the gentle touch along his sheath, an inch of his pointed, barbed tip slipping from his sheath into the tight confines of his underwear.

With his adventurous fingers at work, Kay easily extracted the larger feline's cock through the parted section as he withdrew his paw. The growing pink shaft graced the air of the café with horny tiger musk and throbbed, exposed, in the warm air.

Kay observed his partner's tool. The thick base and sheath stretching out the opening in the front of the briefs deliciously. It pointed forward, heavy under its own weight, but curved upwards gently to point accusingly at Kay, as if it knew who to blame for the sudden ejection from its comfy resting place.

The top third of the cat's cock was dusted with a substantial layer of tiny barbs, starting large around the head and shrinking slightly the further down they went.

Even with Kay's gifted ability, his sexual experience was surprisingly limited. Having recently found out about his best friend's lust for him, Kay rarely needed anything more than Cody to knot him nice and hard.

Sure, he'd played with a few other furs; a horse one time, and a couple of foxes, but another feline was new territory. He compared the tiger to his previous partners and knew he had his work cut out for him.

"God you're a big cat, aren't you?" Kay said, feeling along the fleshy length of exposed cat cock jutting from the tigers work trousers.

If the tiger was going to respond at all, he was momentarily silenced by a groan of longing working its way out from deep inside.

"I'm the _definition_of a big cat," the tiger chuckled when his bearings returned. "And technically so are you..." He trailed of and ran an appraising glance over the smaller feline, "... but maybe you're an exception."

Kay giggled and batted his eyes up at the tiger. He couldn't deny that in contrast to the tiger, his own lithe body hardly compared. But that didn't mean he couldn't keep up with the best of them.

The white cheetah let his paws stray from where the tiger's sheath poking through his fly, up the throbbing length and to the barbed, leaking tip.

His residual worries about barbs remained, and is largely the reason he was still a virgin when it came to playing around with fellow felines. From his limited experience online he already knew the stiffness of each fur's barbs was different from the next, so while most might add a thrilling sensation, some rare others could legitimately be painful.

He played around with the barbs for a minutes, testing to see how rigid they were and was delighted to discover they felt soft like his own.

Already the bigger striped cat was dripping precum from his cock head, the gentle touches around his sensitive barbs exciting the big cat. The lubricating slickness coated along Kay's fur while he spread it around, hopefully to allow for an easier time entering him.

Kay continued feeling up and down the shaft, paying close attention to the barbs around the tapered tip of the tigers' cock.

Just like his own, the barbs only caught lightly on his paw when stroking from the base towards the tip, and flattened on the way back down. He knew from many nights of personal experience how delightful it felt to have the prickles around his cock head teased, and was rewarded with a strong spurt of precum dripping over the forearm of his exploring paw.

A tingle of anticipation crept up Kay's spine; he could hardly wait for the proper action to start.

Kay dropped to his knees in front of the tiger. Unfortunately the tiger's height difference meant his cock curved up, and out of reach of Kay's salivating muzzle. But with his paw still wrapped around the barbed head, Kay pulled down gently to bring the dripping tip within reach.

The kneeling cheetah nuzzled against the underside, inhaling the scent of tiger sex directly from the source, and rubbed his cheek along the tip. The tiger's barbs caught tufts of his facial fur, and pricked lightly across his skin. The feeling only spurred Kay on.

Kay pulled back, his face reeking of the tiger as strings of precum mattered his fur together in noticeable clumps. He nuzzle back against the underside and allowed his nimble tongue to slip from his muzzle and taste the twitching cock. He murred as the musky, slightly salty taste assaulted his taste buds.

The tiger huffed and leaned to the side to clench at the counter with a stabilising paw. His claws unsheathed accidentally and gouged lines out of the wooden surface, but it was all he could do to stop himself taking control of the situation and potentially hurting the smaller feline.

Kay ran his tongue one last time from the base of the stretched brief's opening, past the barbs that caught and pulled at his sandpaper textured tongue, to the slit spilling spurts of the tiger's precum. At the tip, he paused for a breath and engulfed half the cock in his muzzle.

He didn't stop pressing forward until his nose was pressed against the tiger's work pants, and the cock throbbed, bent down the curvature in his throat. Kay felt his gag reflex kick into action, making him cough uncomfortably, but he gulped deeply, as if drinking from a large glass of water and regained control of his throat muscles.

The tiger growled loudly as Kay's muzzle worked his flesh with a masseuse's professionalism. The larger feline could visibly see the bulge of his cock expanding Kay's throat, and watched with rapt attention at the contractions he saw were relayed through his buried shaft.

"God, your muzzle is so warm and inviting kitten. I want to just shove you under my desk and have you suck me dry throughout the day," the tiger moaned, humping his hips forward slightly.

A heavyset bear trudged passed the pair to pick-up his extra-large coffee from the counter, bumping the tiger lightly from behind in the process. The minor outside interference was enough to jostle the tiger's cock around in Kay's throat. The cheetah squeezed his eyes shut and focused on swallowing around the shaft.

The bear mumbled his apology, pausing briefly as he lowered his gaze to the feline struggling to breathe, but shrugged it off and left. The two felines quickly forgot the interruption to the heat of the moment.

The burning feeling of his lungs crying for oxygen brought Kay from his lustful haze. He stayed down for a few seconds longer to let the tiger feel his desperate gasps and gulps as he depraved himself of air, and swiftly pulled back. The barbs pricked at his inner flesh, trying in vain to keep him from leaving, but Kay refused to obey them.

Kay inhaled full lung-filling breaths of air and looked up from his work to glance around the coffee shop. A fair amount of furs that were here originally had since been replaced by others eager for their coffee, but thanks to Kay's periodic Convincing, none of them batted an eye at the pair of frisky cats in the middle of the café.

With slightly slippery paws thanks to the combination of precum and spit, Kay made quick work of his own belt and pants before wiggling his hips and slipping the waistband just below his rear to free his own half hard cock and allow unobstructed access to his tailhole. His rushed decision to go commando ended up paying off.

Kay turned around and placed his hands on the counter in front of him. His position left him bent over slightly, and by lifting his tail off to the side, revealed his rear completely to the still packed café behind him.

"Come on you handsome beast, make our species proud and fuck me hard." Kay ordered.

The aroused tiger knew exactly what he was doing when he grabbed the presented cheetah by the hips and dragged him back further, forcing Kay to reach further forward to keep his grip on the counter firm.

The next moment, before Kay could even think of mentally preparing himself, the tiger had expertly positioned his cock, without the use of hands, and pressed with enough force to shove the barbed head passed Kay's ring.

Kay tensed at the sudden entry and mewed like a kitten at the stinging sensation radiating from his rear. As much as he loved taking a nice dick up the ass, he still needed a few minutes to work the tip in and accommodate the other fur, and the sudden intrusion left him aching in a way he knew he'd feel during the day.

"Sorry about this little guy, but I can't be late to work." The tiger apologised for the rough entry. Kay stifled his noises of protests and nodded his head to show his understanding, not trusting his voice to keep level if he tried to talk.

Showing a bit more care, the tiger eased slowly further into the rear of the white and black furred cheetah. Kay groaned in bliss as his hole was stretched so perfectly from the complete stranger he'd known for all of five minutes. He was thankful for the productivity of feline's as the slick precum teased from the tiger made the entry smooth and relatively painless, disregarding the initial penetration of course.

Both cats let out a huff of contentment when the larger tiger's clothed hips pressed flush against Kay's naked rump.

"Mmph... tight," The tiger mumbled.

"You're just-ah... thicker than a beer can," Kay gasped. "Gods, you're stretching me so wide."

The tiger inadvertently allowed Kay a minute of adjustment while he placed his feet wider apart on either side of Kay's own, permitting the tiger an easier angle to thrust down into the spotted male.

"Then maybe you should bite down on something, kitty. Gonna fuck you hard."

With the preparations complete, the tiger began his mating in earnest, pulling swiftly from Kay's tail hole and thrusting in just as quick. The thickness and length left Kay breathless, to the smaller cat it felt like the cock was breaching his lungs.

Not to mention the delicious barbs were doing their own work by clinging briefly to his fleshy inner walls on the drag outwards. When just the head remained in, Kay could feel the thrilling sensation of ghost-like tingles left behind due to the tigers' barbs, and on thrust back in, the tingling was replaced by a sudden stretching fullness.

The sound of muffled furred hips colliding together filled the café, similar to that of slapping a puddle of water. Above it all was the groaning, panting, and mewling of the two felines. The pair was loud enough to pause conversations as the many other furs converged in the café glanced over to the amorous mating.

Kay felt the tiger speed up, and his hips began slamming against his erratically. The tiger must be close already, thanks to the deep-throating Kay endured earlier.

"You ready, kitten bitch?" The tiger asked.

Suddenly the tiger locked up after re-sheathing himself inside Kay, just before the cheetah felt heat blossom from within his depths. At the same time, the tigers' barbs flared out and gripped more insistently onto the soft tunnel surrounding them.

Kay gasped in surprise. The tiger was cumming, filling him to the brim with virile pearlescent seed. Throb after throb echoed within the cheetah announcing another small flood of hot cum invading his core, marking his insides and claiming him as the tiger's toy.

But while felines are infamous for their hairline trigger, they make up for it with their vigorous sex drive. And the tiger was no different. Still shuddering from the echoes of his orgasm, he suddenly began moving again, pulling out slowly while his flared barbs caught along Kay's passage, inflaming the tingling sensation once more.

Kay couldn't help himself. Combine the cocktail of being an adolescent, the thrill of fucking in public, the sensation of another male cumming hard in his tail hole, and now the ever increasing fucking pace the tiger was forcing Kay through, he couldn't keep himself from crashing over his peak, mewling out while his body was wracked with his own orgasm.

Kay's tail twitched and flick uncontrollably across his back, smacking against the tiger once in a while. The tiger growled each time the wiry, sleek tail collided with his face, and eventually got sick of the offending appendage. When the tail flicked up once more, he bit at it and caught it in his jaws. He moved his head back until the tail was pulled taunt, Kay gasping at the newfound stretch, and continued pounding his hips forward.

A wolf whistle sounded from somewhere in the café, but was lost to Kay as he gasped and panted. All those surrounding furs, those watching eyes aroused Kay to no end, enhancing his peak. He clenched hard on the tiger's invading organ, shuddering as his balls contracted closer to his body.

Cum spurted from Kay's steel-like cock and splattered in long, white lines across the tiled floor before him, some few stray strands even made it to the side of the counter where the stuck and hung like glue carelessly thrown around by a child.

Kay tightened his grip on the counter, trying to hold on while he felt electric surges shoot through him like a lightning bolt. And still the tiger behind him didn't relent. Tiger cum leaked from around the thick shaft see-sawing through his ass to dribbled down his balls and thighs, matting his fur and soaking into the seat of his pants.

Kay's pristine clean fur turned matted and sticky in a matter of seconds, the warm trickle of cum seeped and splattered back against the tiger's work trousers as well. Neither of the felines would be getting out of this café without some very damning evidence staining their clothes and fur, but that was a worry for the future.

The tiger spat the fur from his muzzle and bent over the cheetah possessively, trapping the writhing, snake-like tail against its owner.

"Going to breed you, little kitten," the tiger grumbled. "Need to empty every drop of my seed under your begging tail, and leave you panting and messy."

Each time the tiger slid himself out, the flared barbs set Kay's passage alight with a tingling that made his fur stand on end. But each time he thrust back in, Kay gripped the counter harder and dribbled another few drops of cum to add to his mess below.

Kay mewed as a full body shiver made him clench hard, wringing the tiger's impaled flesh like a rag to try squeeze the cum from his balls. The tiger growled beside his ear, and further added power to his hips to overcome Kay's tightness.

A pinging noise sounded from close behind Kay.

"Looks like my coffee is done," the tiger grunted. "Got to finish this up and get to work."

The tiger reaffirmed his hold on Kay's hips and drove himself forward harder, pulling Kay back against his earth-shaking thrusts.

Gritting his teeth, Kay buckled down and let the tiger have his way with him. If he really wanted to, he could stop this in a blink of an eye. However, despite the single tear dripping down his matted facial fur, he was having the time of his life. No one had fucked him quite so thoroughly and mercilessly as this tiger was. Kay loved every hip-pounding, ass numbing jab. His only regret was that the tiger's pace was unsustainable.

The dominant male had been riding the edge of his second orgasm since before his phone alerted him to the completion of his order. With the extra energy exerted on fucking the cheetah, the tiger found himself once again peaking.

One final push left the tiger embedded fully in Kay's stretched ass as his balls throbbed and drew taut to his body. He held himself there as his seed rushed from the tip of his buried cock and bred his cheetah bitch deep.

Kay panted and gasped at the soothing warmth flooding his depths to replace what had leaked out during the tiger's second round. His tailhole remained stretched around the throbbing cock while the tiger caught his breath and regained his composure.

Slowly the tiger pulled back. His flared barbs dragged in opposition to their removal from the loving, tight embrace from under Kay's flicking tail. Kay groaned at the empty feeling replacing what once was occupied by a thick shaft.

The tiger's tip popped out with a rush of warm cum. Kay tried in vain to clench himself closed, but his rump was sore and forced him to relent. His winking pucker leaked more of the tiger's love each time his hole relaxed.

Kay stood up and stretched, his back popping from the uncomfortable strain from his bent over position. He looked over the scene to survey the damage.

His pants had copious amounts of cum from both himself and the tiger soaking the fabric. The fur around his ass, he balls, down his thighs and even around his ankles was matted heavily by the seeping cream from his rear.

In front of him, the counter hadn't fared much better. With the tiger's thickness and power, Kay's prostate felt number after such a thorough milking, and the evidence was splattered in plentiful strings before him.

The musk of spilt cum permeated the air around them, over-powering even the strong odour of brewed coffee, but it seemed none of the other patrons cared. And they shouldn't, nothing was amiss after all.

Kay heard a zipper from behind him and turned to the tiger.

"Going to need to splash some water on this when I get to the office," the tiger mumbled, patting at the stains around his bulging, zipped fly.

He went about collecting his phone and coffee, but stopped and wrote a scribble on a napkin using a pen tied to the counter.

"My number," the tiger said, and walked out the doors leaving Kay to his mess.

This caught Kay off-guard. His specific instruction was that the tiger wanted to fuck him. Leaving his phone number was something else entirely, and Kay started to wonder if he really needed to order the tiger in the first place. Maybe a bit more persistence would have paid off.

He stared at the number for a moment longer, thinking about the tiger and the implications but was interrupted by his own phone buzzing to let him know his order was ready for pick up.

His pants were utterly ruined, but he had nothing else to wear. He pulled them up and secured them around his waist with his belt, grimacing at the feeling of the slick fabric hugging his legs. It was a problem he'd have to later think of a solution for, but for now the sticky garment would need to suffice. A touch of Convincing for anyone who got too close would be enough to get him through the morning.

The mess on the ground and dripping from the counter was definitely something that would need to be sorted out. He could imagine the outrage of a fur who entered after he'd left, and it certainly wasn't fair on the employee... but Kay had to get to class.

"There's a bit of a spill over here, might want to clean it up before someone slips," Kay pointed in front of the counter.

The flustered barista groaned at the extra work, but set about collecting a mop and bucket while brewing another four cups of coffee.

Kay collected his own cup from the counter with one hand and the tiger's scribbled number with the other, then headed out amongst the fresh air. Other than a slight but manageable limp to his step, and the clothing in his arms stained beyond repair, he was nothing but content. His warm, fuzzy afterglow almost made him purr.

He had his coffee, a sore rump, and an ass full of cum. Sure, breakfast could wait, but maybe this morning wasn't so bad after all.