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Frank had just finished fucking his girlfriend when his phone buzzed nearby. He decided to ignore it, instead basking in the afterglow of good sex. His girlfriend, Vanessa, was browsing Twitter on her phone next to him while he occasionally sat up to sip at his lukewarm beer he'd popped open before they started. It was evening and Frank had the entire weekend ahead of him to either study, party, or fuck. His thick wet cock twitched at the idea of a weekend-long fuck session with his girlfriend, and he was about to share it with her, when she spoke up.

"So, my sorority is going on a trip this weekend." Vanessa said.

"That's a little last minute."

"Sorry, I was meaning to tell you earlier, but..." she didn't finish her sentence. "Anyway, it's just for the weekend. I'll be back on Sunday night."

Frank nodded and took another sip of his beer. There went his idea.

"Did you have any plans?"

"Well, I was bent on fucking you the entire weekend until you couldn't walk anymore, but I can't necessarily do that without you."

Vanessa giggled and turned over on her side. Frank watched as the cow's breasts clung together in this position.

"Sure you can. You have a hand, go nuts with it."

Frank rolled his eyes and snorted as pigs do.

"Jerking off ain't the same as fucking pussy."

"Get a fleshlight."

"Still not the same."

"Well isn't that too bad," she cooed at him.

"Fuck off." Frank laughed, shoving her shoulder. She laughed and let herself be rolled onto her back. "Where are y'all headed?"

"Some retreat at one of the girls' lake house. It's supposed to be beautiful."

"You sound convinced."

"I'm not a big "outdoorsy" kind of person. I much prefer the city."

"Hence why you're in a university town."

"Exactly."

Frank laughed and sipped his beer. He liked talking to Vanessa; it felt natural. She was crude sometimes, which suited him just fine.

The cow sat up and tapped her boyfriend's shoulder for him to move. He didn't. Vanessa sighed and rolled over on top of him, the pig grinning at the feeling of her naked body against his, and she hopped out of the bed. She fetched her underwear and clothes (which had been thrown off haphazardly) and busied herself hopping into them. Frank watched the cow get dressed as he finished his beer. He left the bottle on the end-desk riddled with other empty bottles before getting out of bed himself with a groan.

"I'll see you on Sunday night, then." Frank said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She was almost as tall as he was, which wasn't a lot.

Vanessa answered with a soft kiss on his piggish lips. Frank felt his cock stir, but her warmth was gone before he could even think about a second round. She made her way to the dorm's door and left with a "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" over her shoulder.

The pig sighed through his nose and ran a paw over his head. Now what? With his arm lifted, his armpit was exposed and he could smell the funk coming from it. Usually a fan of the smell of man, he sniffed it a couple of times and debated the idea of taking a shower. Frank grabbed his shorts, tugged them on, and also grabbed his towel and the little basket of hygiene supplies his mom had made him before he went to college. He left his dorm (after having locked it) with the stride in his step a man gets after having had sex. He knew his neighbours at least were aware; the pig and cow weren't shy about making some noise while fucking.

Once he arrived at the communal bathroom, Frank got undressed and stepped into one of the showers. He turned water on as hot as he could tolerate and stood there under the stream, content and relaxed. It was a couple of minutes before he started washing his beefy body with the bar of soap, quickly scrubbing away the sweat he'd collected while pounding his girlfriend. Finished, he turned the spray of water off and dried himself off before wrapping his towel around his waist, stepping out towards the sinks to brush his teeth.

Frank stared at himself in the mirror with no better place to look at. He wasn't bad looking, if the pig thought so himself. Broad shoulders and waist, his body befitted his rugby career with the amount of muscles necessary to tackle a rival, while holding that cushiony softness that players always tended to have. His arms and legs were just as proportionally thick as his cock; short yet massive. All in all, Frank was proud of his looks and he made sure to flaunt it too.

He finished brushing his teeth and spit in the sink, rinsing his toothbrush. He gathered his belongings, got dressed again, and returned to his dorm. That's when he remembered his phone had vibrated, indicating a text or notification. Still damp from his shower, he grabbed his cellphone and unlocked it to a _Messenger _text. Once he saw who the sender was, he immediately flushed red.

Kurroe had messaged him.

Swiftly, Frank opened the chat and was greeted with a selfie. His heart thudded against his rib-cage as he hungrily examined it.

Kurroe had sent him an after-workout gym selfie in the locker-rooms, clad only in a white towel around his waist. The tiger's fur was all visible to the pig; instead of the usual orange and black, Kurroe sported dark chocolate fur with caramel coloured stripes. His muzzle and broad torso were splashed with cream and his mischievous eyes shined emerald green. The feline was hefty, packed with a soft musculature that made him seem almost cuddly, especially around his midsection. In the selfie, he was staring directly at the camera with a wink, his wide grin showing off those proud feline fangs that had Frank sweating again out of instinct.

There was a message at the bottom as well. "Just finished my workout! Thought you might like the view ;)". Bastard.

Frank had a... complicated relationship with the tiger. If you were to ask him, he would say the two were just bros that met in a mutual class; which was true.

What made it so complicated was the sex.

Just thinking about it had the pig shivering. The sex was always incredible. Sure, pounding pussy was always fun, but being on the receiving end of a tiger's fuck? Frank had actually squealed the first time they drunkenly stumbled into bed.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. Vanessa was a good person, and she deserved so much better than the pig; especially that he had secretly been getting fucked behind her back. But it was addictive. And Frank drank it in parched.

The pig fumbled for a reply. He decided to play it innocuously so as not to let the feline know just how hot and bothered his selfie had made him.

"Looking good, bro! Get that pump!"

He hit send and almost immediately, the three little dots indicating the other user was typing showed up.

"It was a pretty good one, though I wish I were pumping something else ;)"

Frank huffed and felt his cock harden in his shorts. That's when he remembered he had the weekend to himself.

"Girlfriend's out of town for the weekend. Wanna hang tomorrow?"

"Sure, if it means I can get your sweet piggy ass."

"What time?"

"4 pm. My place."

"I'll bring the beer."

"It's a date <3"

The pig shut his phone with a groan and tossed it on his bed. Why did Kurroe have to be like that? Already enough it was a little embarrassing that Frank was fucking guys, he didn't have to make it so... that.

Frank shuffled out of his shorts and threw himself into bed, making the bottles next to it clink dangerously. He couldn't sleep, however, his mind was racing with thoughts of the tiger and what that meant. Sure, he'd thought of guys sometimes throughout high-school - who didn't? - but he'd never seriously done anything with a guy until college. He remembered his classmates back in his small farm town and frowned; none of them had that look that made him riled up.

What was it that made him go so weak in the knees for the tiger? There was the exotic aspect, for sure; he'd never met one before college. But something else was nagging at him, just underneath the surface of his subconscious. He knew the answer was staring at him right in the face, but he couldn't quite make it out.

Nevertheless, fucking guys felt more like a kink than a full-blown sexual preference. It's not like he was attracted to every guy he saw. Not even any of his rugby teammates had gotten him hard once. Girls, on the other hand, usually had him drooling no matter what; big or small.

Frank sighed loudly and turned over in his bed. He screwed his eyes shut and forced himself to go to sleep instead of thinking about all this. It took a couple of hours, but he finally succeeded in losing consciousness.

***

The pig arrived at Kurroe's apartment at exactly 4:03 pm. He was the only person he knew to living in one of the student apartments surrounding the college instead of in the actual dorms. It suited him just fine; it meant less people would connect the dots and perhaps tell his girlfriend that he secretly liked it up the ass.

He buzzed in the code he knew almost by heart now and stepped towards the elevator, the case of beer in his paw clinking and clanking. With his little finger, he pressed the big number "3" and stood awkwardly in the elevator. Frank never knew how he should stand in these.

Once the doors opened, he rushed a little too excitedly towards apartment 303 and knocked loudly. He could hear the heavy footfalls of the tiger behind the door and he started to sweat. Frank adjusted the ball-cap sitting backwards on his head and cleared his throat when the door opened, revealing the feline.

"Frank! So good to see you."

"S'up Kurroe."

"Come in, come in."

The pig did so. Immediately, his nose was assaulted with what was becoming one of his favourite scents; tiger musk. It reeked throughout the apartment, almost as if Kurroe had marked the place himself. Frank tried to calm the chub growing in his shorts.

"How're things going, man?" Kurroe asked as he shut the door.

"The usual. 'been spending a lot of time with Vanessa lately."

"That's good! How is she?"

"She's doing alright. A little worried about her calculus final coming up."

"I bet," Kurroe said, approaching Frank. He clapped him on the shoulder, making the pig almost jump at the touch of the feline's big paw. "So! Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"'Course you could! I ordered Chinese, it should be on its way. Why don't we watch a movie while we wait?"

Frank nodded, a little caught off guard as the tiger's paw hadn't left his shoulder. Playfully, before swaggering his his way towards the TV in the living room as cats do, Kurroe flexed out his claws and let them scratch as his paw fell off his shoulder. The pig had to bite his lip to hold back a whine at the feeling of his sharp claws grazing his body and he was suddenly hungry for something other than takeout. Still, this was usually how they played their game, and Frank was never the first to make a move.

He followed Kurroe into the living room and sat down on his second-hand couch with a thump. He watched as the tiger fiddled with Netflix on his TV and selected some B-rated suspense movie before he sat down next to the pig with a sigh.

It was evident that, when the movie started, none of the actors actually knew how to act. That, or they'd been given the direction to over-emphasise their dialogue. But Frank wasn't paying that much attention to the movie. No, his attention was drawn to the big cat sitting to his right.

Again, Kurroe placed a large paw on the pig, this time his thigh. At first he rubbed up and down lazily, until he flexed his claws out and started scratching Frank in that same lazy to-and-fro motion. He shivered at the sensation, his instincts telling him that danger was coming, and adrenaline started coursing through his body. The bastard wasn't even looking at him while he did it.

This continued on for several minutes until Frank suddenly had a weird urge to look at his paw. He did, but he wanted to see his claws more clearly. With a surprisingly steady paw, the pig grabbed Kurroe's mid-movement. The tiger instantly looked over at Frank, puzzled, as he held it up and examined it closer.

The underside of his paws also had that same cream colour that adorned the tiger's chest, but his paw-pads were dark brown. Slowly, he rubbed his thumbs against the pads almost reverently, awestruck at the potential power these paws could hold. One wrong swipe and Frank could be killed. He then pressed on his palm, watching as Kurroe's claws appeared slowly. They were sharp. Long. Dangerous.

Frank wanted to feel how dangerous they could be.

Instead, the doorbell rang.

Taken immediately out of the spell of the moment, Frank let go of Kurroe's paw as if it had burned him. The tiger, still watching the pig with curiosity, got up and headed towards the door.

Frank felt stupid as the feline paid for the food. They were just paws, what was so special about them? Still, the image of those powerful claws were etched into his mind. He didn't realise it, but Frank was rock hard.

Kurroe returned with the bag of food and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Wordlessly, he started unpacking it with box after box of food; general tao chicken, noodles, beef and broccoli, chicken fried rice, wonton soup, dumplings, the whole lot. The movie was still playing as they broke apart their chopsticks and ate.

It was while he was eating his noodles that Frank's attention was once again diverted towards the tiger. He watched as he skilfully grabbed a piece of beef and chomped down on it, his sharp fangs digging into the meat with utter precision and power. They tore and mashed the food he ate the way only a predator could.

"This movie's fuckin' dumb," he said as he slurped some noodles.

Frank agreed, but was too transfixed to reply. Kurroe took a dumpling between his chopsticks and bit into it, the juices from it leaking out onto his muzzle messily. The pig wondered if the tiger would wipe away his juices just as easily with a sand-papery tongue.

He wanted to be devoured. He wanted to be the feline's prey.

And that's when he understood. Frank understood he was attracted to Kurroe not only because he was handsome, but because he was a predator. A big, mean, old apex of the food chain that could easily pin him down and feast on the pig. He embodied strength and power, an utter dominance that Frank would never be able to achieve as prey.

He ate quietly, revelling at this newfound discovery, and truly did wonder whether this was a kink or a whole new sexual preference. Could it be both? Perhaps. Once they finished eating, their bellies full, Kurroe let out a burp and picked at his sharp teeth with his claw, knowingly or unknowingly showing them off to the pig.

"Are you okay? You're quieter than usual," the feline remarked.

"I think... I think I'm bi." Frank surprised himself.

"Bisexual?" Kurroe became more serious.

The pig nodded and hastily added "But only for predators, I think."

Kurroe stared for a moment before grinning wide.

"Yeah? You're into that?"

Frank was breathing hard. He slowly nodded, eyes locked on the tiger. Kurroe's grin widened, showing off those fangs, and he scratched at his chest before standing up and making his way towards the pig.

"Stand up," he commanded over him.

He did so. Frank was a little shorter than the feline, which all the more played into this new aspect he had discovered. The tiger then approached the pig, getting into his personal space, and placed his large paws on Frank's meaty chest. The thin shirt he was wearing didn't hide any of the force Kurroe applied there as he rubbed.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," the tiger said.

"I-" Frank fumbled with his words. He knew what he wanted, but voicing it was a struggle in of its own. "I want to, uh..."

Kurroe's smirk only grew wider and wider as the pig stuttered and stammered.

"I want to be your, uh, p-prey," he finally said, sweat building up at the back of his neck.

Almost immediately, the paws rubbing at his chest flexed and claws sprang out. They dug into the shirt Frank had on and pulled, tearing it apart. The pig gasped, frozen at the sudden violence of the gesture as his shirt fell into pieces. The front of his torso was revealed to Kurroe's delight and he made quick work of pulling the rest of the destroyed fabric off of the pig, leaving his torso completely bare.

"Much better." Kurroe rasped.

His paws returned to Frank's chest and grazed lightly, scratching the surface of his skin with those powerful predator claws that made the pig sweat even further. He was trembling now, which Kurroe noticed, and the scratching stopped.

"You ok?" the feline asked, checking in.

Frank nodded and, feeling a bit brave, grabbed the tiger's arms and pushed his paws more firmly onto his body.

"Harder," was all he said.

Kurroe's eyes gleamed with hunger and he curled his fingers before resuming his scratching. This time, however, he clawed at the pig just as he had requested with more force, leaving deep red marks along his chest down to his belly. Frank couldn't hold back a moan at the feeling. It was painful, but that pain lit up a spark of pure pleasure at the overwhelming sensation that it had him rock hard in his shorts. He briefly wondered if the tiger would rip them apart too.

Getting a little sensitive on his front, Frank grabbed Kurroe's arms once again and brought them to his back. This made it so that the two were chest-to-chest, their bellies pressed against one another. The tiger immediately got the message and started clawing down his shoulder blades to the middle of his back. In this new position, Kurroe had much more access to play with the pig and, filled with pure delight, reached his head down to bite at Frank's shoulder. The pig nearly shouted at the feeling of the tiger's fangs chewing down on his skin. He didn't even have to encourage Kurroe to go harder as he left deep bite marks along his left shoulder and neck, lapping away the pain with his raspy tongue afterwards.

"Mark me." Frank moaned at some point, causing the tiger to growl and dig his claws into his back.

Frank felt blood trickle down his back at that moment. In an instant, Kurroe had retreated, wide-eyed, his claws still wet.

"Frank, holy shit, I'm so sorry, I-"

The tiger was cut off by the pig's lips suddenly on his, practically assaulting Kurroe's maw. It took a second to register before the feline tilted his head and let his tongue wrestle with Frank's. After a moment, the two pulled away with a wet "Pop!" and they stared at one another, eyes clouded with lust.

"Bro. That was so fucking hot," the pig panted.

Kurroe grinned at him for a moment, but then was serious again.

"Should get that disinfected, just in case."

Frank nodded and followed the tiger as he made his way to the bathroom. It was small, especially crowded when the two big furs stepped inside. Kurroe searched in the medicine cabinet for some disinfectant while Frank sat on the toilet.

The feline was about to grab the alcohol when a wicked idea popped into his head. Grinning, he slowly closed the medicine cabinet and turned to face Frank.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered.

"Why?"

"Just do it. You'll like it, I promise."

Confused, the pig shucked his shorts off, revealing he'd been wearing a jockstrap underneath. Kurroe growled at the image of the buff pig in such slutty underwear before Frank removed that as well. His cock was still raging hard, bobbing up and down as he stepped out of the jockstrap.

"Get in the tub and turn around." Kurroe said.

Unsure of what was to follow, Frank did so. Kurroe, meanwhile, approached the pig and placed a paw on his shoulder, pushing him down until Frank was kneeling in the bathtub. He then heard the tiger's jeans unzip and, after a moment's pause, felt a stream of something hot and wet hit his back.

Kurroe was pissing on the pig. Marking him.

Every bone in Frank's body wanted to get up and yell at the tiger for doing such a disgusting act, but when he heard the tiger growl, his submission won over.

"Sterile _and _I get to mark you as mine."

Frank whined as the acrid musky scent of piss washed over him. He looked down at his cock and saw that he was still raging hard, a drop of pre forming at the thick head of it. It stung a little when the stream of it landed on the gash under his shoulder-blade, but he knew the tiger was right: the pig did like this. Being marked so primally by the big cat turned him on endlessly.

Once he had emptied his bladder and shaken his spiny cock of the last few droplets of piss, Kurroe didn't bother zipping himself back up as he pulled the pig back up, made him face towards him, and hungrily pushed his maw against Frank's snout. They kissed with passion, the pig stinking of the tiger. When they pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting the two, Kurroe grabbed a nearby towel and proceeded to pat Frank dry. He didn't intend to wash off the musk he had just marked him with.

"Bedroom. Now," the tiger said.

Frank nodded dumbly and stepped out of the tub, following Kurroe as they headed towards the bedroom. The tiger swaggered his way there, quick to remove his shirt and jeans along the way, revealing that he was commando as the feline's striped butt stared the pig in the face.

When the two arrived in Kurroe's messy bedroom, the feline didn't waste any time in pushing Frank onto the bed and clambering on top of him. He snarled at the pig, making Frank whine at the dominance of the sound, and they resumed their kiss, bodies pressing against one another. Kurroe humped against the pig, his barbed cock stroking against Frank's.

Soon, however, the tiger pulled away and stood up to his knees. He shuffled closer to the pig's snout and grabbed his cock, smacking against Frank's mouth.

"Suck it."

Frank didn't have to be told twice. He opened his maw and immediately swallowed as much as he could without coughing. He heard Kurroe above him groan as his tongue explored each individual barb on the tiger's dick. He marvelled at the feline's anatomy, so different than his own, and was excited at the idea that his spines would inflict some amount of pain. He felt large paws grab his head and he hollowed his cheeks as Kurroe started thrusting into his snout, tail swinging wildly behind him as he fucked the wet mouth.

It was too soon, however, that Frank started to cough on the tiger's shaft and his eyes watered when Kurroe slowly pulled his cock out of the pig's maw. With a final kiss against the head of his cock, Frank looked up into the feline's emerald eyes.

"Fuck, you want it bad, don't you?"

The pig nodded. Kurroe smirked and shuffled off of his bed, fetching a bottle of lube in the end-desk nearby. Frank noticed the absence of a condom, and his heart thudded loudly at the implication of what was about to happen next.

The big cat returned to the bed, the mattress creaking with the added weight, and he slapped the pig's meaty thigh.

"Turn over onto your stomach."

Frank rolled over obediently, now completely blind to whatever the tiger was going to do to him. He felt those powerful predator paws on his ass, rubbing his cheeks with reverence before pulling out his claws and scratching them.

"You have such a nice fucking bubblebutt... Fucking rugby guys." Kurroe growled as he swatted the pig's ass.

Frank cried out at the sharp sting of the slap against him. It prompted him to arch his back and push his rump out even further, to which the tiger groaned at the feast presented to him. He then felt his paws spread his cheeks and soon, he shivered as Kurroe's hot breath puffed against his tight hole. It didn't prepare him, however, to the feeling of the feline's raspy tongue lapping at his hole; Frank shouted and moaned, grabbing a pillow nearby so he could hold onto something as the tiger's tongue ravaged his ass. Kurroe pulled away, spit on his hole, and resumed eating him out with long licks that went from the pig's ballsack to his winking asshole. The feline spread his cheeks as wide as he could and pushed his tongue further in, soon slipping into Frank.

"Fuck, bro, eat me out, fuck!" the pig moaned.

Kurroe didn't reply, instead he continued to make out with Frank's asshole. The rasp of his tongue felt divine and had the pig's cock leaking underneath him onto the sheets and his belly. He was ready to get fucked by that point, pushing his ass back and bearing down on Kurroe's muzzle, but the damn tiger simply held him in place and continued to rim him.

Frank lost track of time as he was eaten out. Finally, however, the tiger pulled back with a raunchy sound and smacked the pig's ass again for good measure.

"Think that's opened you up just fine," he said.

"Fuck me, bro!"

"Oh, I'm going to do more than just fuck you..." Kurroe growled.

Frank heard the bottle-cap for the lube click open, followed by the squirt of it. He then heard the slick sound of it being rubbed onto the feline's dick before feeling the head of it poke in between his ass cheeks. The pig was openly panting by now, cock harder than it had ever been and ready to get pounded.

"You ready? Ready to be my prey?" the tiger rumbled.

"Yes!"

No sooner had the words left his snout, Kurroe pushed in his spiny cock. Frank yelled as the head popped in, eyes glazing over as the rest of the feline's shaft smoothly entered the well-lubricated walls of his ass. He heard Kurroe groan loudly as his crotch reached the pig's rump, filling him up fully.

"Fuck you're tight," the feline grunted.

Frank flexed the walls of his ass around Kurroe's cock and that earned him another loud "Fuck!". There was barely any adjusting the pig had to make for the tiger's cock; he had been ready to get pounded a long time ago. His eyes went cross as he felt Kurroe pull back slowly, barbs raking against his insides until only the head was left inside. Then, in one fluid movement, the tiger rammed inside the pig with a grunt, causing Frank to actually squeal when the feline's cock mashed against his prostate.

"That's it, fuckin' squeal, pig."

"Pound me, pound me!" the pig chanted.

Kurroe growled and reared back again slowly. There was an eternally long moment where everything stood still until the tiger thrusted back in, this time fucking Frank with short, rough movements. He started a punishing pace against the pig's ass, balls slapping together and echoing throughout the room as Kurroe growled and Frank moaned.

The tiger held nothing back as he pounded his prey. He leaned over onto the pig's back and grabbed the scruff of his neck between his teeth, fulfilling that instinctual need to hold down his mate as felines do. His paws found Frank's and balled them up into fists as he held on to them. He was king in that moment and the pig knew it; stinking of both the tiger's piss and sweat from his chest.

There were no other words exchanged between the two. Simply the sound "Plap!" sound of Kurroe's thrusting, the wet squelch of his cock entering and exiting the pig's hole, the tiger's growls and grunts, and Frank's squeals and moans. It was a symphony of the roughest sex the pig had experienced thus far.

In that moment, pinned underneath the heavy tiger, his teeth digging into his neck, Frank truly felt like Kurroe's prey. He started to pant as his loins started to burn with arousal, his orgasm nearing. He was about to voice it when he suddenly felt the tiger thrust even harder than before and grunt in succession. He was close too. Staving his orgasm, Frank squeezed his insides as tightly as he could, and heard a muffled "Shit!" come from the feline's busy maw. His thrusts quickened and shortened until, finally, his crotch pressed firmly against the pig's ass and Kurroe roared, muscles tense and flexed. Frank felt the tiger's cock pulse inside of him and he lost it, his orgasm raking his body. He came in between the bed and his belly, the hot wet cum having nowhere to go.

They came undone together and both fell limp once the moment ended. Panting, the two simply basked in the afterglow of their sex. It was a long moment before either of them said something.

"Holy shit." Kurroe breathed after a while.

Frank laughed and sighed, comfortable under the weight of the tiger. He was starting to feel grossed out about laying in his own cum, however, and tapped the nearest part of the feline he could.

"Mind getting off, bro?"

"Already did." Frank could hear the smug grin on his face.

"Fuck off, I meant off of me."

Kurroe laughed and pushed himself up. He slowly pulled his barbed cock out of the pig's ass, shivering at the sensitivity of it. Frank could feel a glob of cum push out of his abused hole and roll down onto his taint.

"Fuck yeah, that's a nice sight." Kurroe purred.

"Just get the towel."

"On it."

The tiger left for a moment, swaggering away as men do after having good sex, and came back with a half-hard bouncing cock and a clean towel. He tossed it to the pig, who then proceeded to wipe it between his ass cheeks and on his stomach where Frank's cum had been mashed. Kurroe sat down next to him.

"So. You're bi, then," the tiger said.

"Only for predators." Frank was quick to add.

"Right, right. Are you going to tell Vanessa?"

Vanessa. Frank felt a pang go through his chest. He didn't necessarily regret the sex (it had officially been the hottest sex he'd had) but he did feel bad about going behind her back with all this. She deserved a lot better, he thought.

"I don't know."

Kurroe nodded and scratched his armpit. Frank watched the action with rapt attention. Even casually, the tiger had a way of mystifying him.

"Well, don't worry. I won't tell her anything. That's your business."

"Thanks, bro."

There was a lull in the conversation. Frank was thinking hard about his newfound sexuality when Kurroe shoved him playfully.

"I don't know about you, but I'm down for round two."

It was the pig's turn to grin.

"Get your prey, predator."