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The white tiger yawned and stretched, arching his back up high off the mattress and half-rolling from side to side before bumping into someone else there on the bed with him. He rubbed his eyes as his mystery partner began stirring as well. As his vision cleared with the morning light, a black-toned horse came in to focus, the equine moaning softly as he returned to the world of the waking as well.

The tiger's nose woke up at that point as well, making his head swim in a potent mix of masculine scents Most of the smells were older, but one fresh scent wafted up from the horse's impressive morning wood, which was essentially as big as the tiger's own arm. Memories of last night began sliding back in to focus, prompted somewhat by the realization of a very loose, somewhat wet feeling in his backside. He wiggled his hips a little bit to feel just how sloshy his lower guts were as a stray paw lightly brushed over the horse's member.

A drowsy zebra-like bray sounded next to his head as the horse - a black Clydesdale with faint black stripes and a reddish mane - rubbed his eyes and yawned a bit as well before tilting his head up to look down at the paw on his member. He gave a sound that was a cross between a chuckle and a whinny as a large hand lifted up to ruffle the tiger's electric-blue headfur. "Well, good morning to you too, kitty. That eager for round two?"

"Nah, I think my ass hasn't tightened back up enough to be worth it," the tiger responded, his finger momentarily playing with the flare at the head of the Clydesdale's member before sitting upright and taking in the full view of the larger male's body.

The tiger himself was slimmer, average height, and didn't work out, making a large contrast between him and the Clydesdale, who had the build his breed was known for. Tall, muscular, and had a slight paunch to his belly - overall, an incredible specimen of a male to have nude and splayed out casually on his bed with him.

"That said, there's a lot more that we can do here!"

The black equine chuckled and rolled to his side, his morning wood bapping against the tiger's thigh as he began petting the feline's side. "I'm sure there is... At least, I'm sure you'll be creative! We did quite a bit yesterday... As I recall, we started before lunchtime and didn't fall asleep until after midnight."

"Yup... What time is it now?" the tiger asked, turned around to look at his desk clock. It was nearly lunchtime again. They had slept very well.

The horse sat up as well to look. "Dang... Look at that! If we messed around much longer, that'd be four straight meals in a row skipped for sexy times."

"Yeah, that's a lot... Not sure I can -" and, right on cue, an incredibly loud groan emanated from the tiger's stomach. He placed a paw over his belly, as if embarrassed or trying to quiet it, and looked back up at the horse to gauge his reaction - at which point a thought crossed his mind, making him grin widely as he rose up to his knees. He had a large amount of surely succulent meat right here in bed with him...

The Clydesdale chuckled a little at the grumble, then made eye contact with the feline. The tiger's intent was quite clear to him as the white striped feline licked his lips, and the equine just smiled and rose to his knees as well. "Uh oh... I'm guessing this is a bad time for a horse to be "trapped" in a tiger's den?"

The tiger simply nodded with a predatory grin as his stomach growled loudly again - he rarely ever missed one meal, let alone three in a row, so he was hungry! His mouth watered as the two of them scooted closer together - not quite front-to-front thanks to the Clydesdale's massive dong getting in the way.

The horse, far from getting scared at the thought of being eaten right there, seemed to be getting turned on by the idea, his morning wood now leaking pre readily. The tiger's own member had slipped out of its sheath at this point as well, crossing under the equine's own as Clydesdale pre dribbled down his thigh.

"Mmm... was never sure if I was big enough to be safe from a predator..." the horse murmured lustfully, pulling the tiger's body up against his own with one hand on the feline's rump while a padded paw caressed his chest. "But getting ended by a sexy slinky beast like yourself seems like a great way to go. At least my dick will go in you one more time after all!"

The tiger just grinned wide, teeth showing fully, before closing his eyes and opening his maw wide in front of the Clydesdale's face, tongue hanging out ever so slightly. The horse gave another lusty whinny and licked against the tiger's own tongue a few times before nuzzling his nose against that muscle. Slowly but surely, that nuzzle worked its way up the raspy tongue until the bridge of his nose lightly bumped up against the tiger's upper teeth and his nostrils found the back of the tiger's mouth.

With a slow, sensual push of his neck, the Clydesdale's head requested entrance in to the big cat's throat - and, with a swallow, access was granted. Both males moaned a bit as the first couple of inches of the horse's muzzle sank in to the tiger's neck. The white striped cat let his jaws relax a little, his teeth lightly gripping the equine's face, and swallowed again. The scratching of those teeth over his snout and chin made the horse shudder a bit as both males got a tighter grip on each other's sides, beginning to push and pull to help the Clydesdale inward. The muscles in the feline's neck rippled and tugged to pull his meal deeper. Soon, the horse's brow met the tiger's upper teeth and scraped its way into the big cat's mouth, the feline's lips soon reaching and then surpassing the widest part of the Clydesdale's head.

The next few strong swallows quickly pulled more of the black stud in, only stopping when the tiger reached his meal's collarbone. The slim tiger's maw simply wasn't wide enough to take in the Clydesdale's broad shoulders, to both of their frustrations. So, with his own neck bulged out from the equine head lodged inside, the big cat began twisting his head as best he could, using his teeth as grips to walk his jaws to opposite shoulders. Two twin pops soon came from the back of his jaws as they unhinged, allowing his mouth to soon stretch vertically over his meal's shoulders instead of horizontally.

With some effort, the white striped male's teeth worked their way far enough down the upper portion of the horse's arms that he could swallow again, sending the horse's head down into his chest now and pinning his arms to his sides. At this point, both furs were starting to hunch over a bit from their kneeling position, and with the awkward twist between them, they lost their collective balance and flumped back down on to the mattress, the tiger on his side and the horse ending up mostly on his back.

The Clydesdale's hefty legs hung off the far side of the bed as more of his body disappeared into the smaller male with each swallow - though the tiger wasn't much smaller at this point and would be bigger shortly! Both males remained completely hard through all of this, partially because both of them were having a little trouble breathing and getting pleasurably light-headed from it. By now, the horse's head had entered the big cat's empty, waiting, growling stomach, and his torso was making the striped cat's neck and chest bulge out profusely - a stretch that was incredibly satisfying to the tiger himself, especially as his partner's paunchy middle section squished its way into his mouth and throat. Soon, his jaws reached the Clydesdale's waist and that proud equine member bumped in to the feline's lips. The soft, new contact was too much for the horse, and the black rod began shooting the Clydesdale's musky seed all over this side of the tiger's face, neck and shoulder, as well as all over the mattress.

The tiger kept swallowing through his partner's climax, forcing that spewing member to point skyward as the horse's hips slid out of sight. The last few spurts of potent Clydesdale seed ended on the horse's own knees as his consumption forced his spent member to point "downward". It too vanished from sight as the (now very) big cat purrumbled, savoring the flavor of the equine's nether regions. His stomach was now distended to what felt like past its breaking point, and yet he kept swallowing - the stretch just felt sooo good and the black-coated stud was sooo tasty...

Even though he was past the widest point in his meal, it didn't speed up his feeding just from how absolutely overstuffed he was... Every inch past the horse's knees was an epic battle between the tug of his throat muscles and pushback from his bulging gut. He could at least breath easily enough again from the small gaps between the equine's meaty legs, so it wasn't vital for him to completely empty his airway - but he had a challenge to finish!

Still, after fifteen minutes of trying to get his meals' now-limp ankles past his lips, even with trying to push them in with his hands, he had to admit it just might have been too much meat to gulp down. His meal was passed out from lack of air but still apparently refusing to fully sink past his jaws. He grunted and rolled upward to use his bulging belly as a bed of its own, simply accepting that he would have those hooves and feathering sticking out of his maw for a while.

<Oh well,> he thought to himself, his own still-hard member pressed up against the underside of his horse-stuffed gut. <Guess I just have to digest some of him before I can fully finish him off. So worth it though - the perfect cure for missing three meals!>

With so much pressure inside of him, he felt some of the Clydesdale's seed dribble out of his tailhole and down over his balls, making him shudder a little bit at the feeling and want to deal with his erection. He couldn't reach it with his front paws in his current state, but there was already a fair amount of pressure on in from above...

He grabbed a pillow and tried to hold it beneath his upturned tail as some light stimulation to his balls and underside of his dick. After a few brushes, along with some rolls of his hips to rub his member against the underside of his gut, it worked - he muffle-roared around his meal's ankles and sprayed his mattress with tiger seed for the who-knows-what-th time in 24 hours.

After riding out his orgasm, he went limp, slumped over the massive mound of his gut, panting around his meal's legs. He couldn't purr with his throat still full of thick equine runners, but he was more than happy as he felt and listened to his gut squeeze and gurgle around that massive hunk of horse meat...