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Malcolm entered the apartment feeling tired, yet satisfied. A pleasant soreness tingled in his arm muscles from having focused on them for his workout regime that evening. The tiger wasn't as much of a gym hound as he was during his pornstar days of yore, though keeping a buff figure was part of his job then. While it was fun at first to finally have a good reason to maintain a consistent fitness regimen, doing the same rounds of exercises the producers told him in order to keep Malcolm "camera ready" got old very quickly. In a way, his current muscle gut was a sigh of relief from his body that he didn't need to spend every free second in a gym any more, and that suited the tiger just fine; Ronnie's appreciation for Malcolm's "daddy belly", as the panther called it, certainly made it easier to live with too.

As Malcolm rummaged through the fridge for a bottle of water to chug down, he realized that his panther wasn't home yet.

Mmmh, probably another late night for 'im. Poor bastard.

The tiger's paw finally bumped into the ribbed plastic he was after, and pulled the bottle out. He leaned back and poured the refreshing liquid down his gullet, a few streams leaking down his chin messily as he drank. Malcolm's nose flared as a sharp funk hit his nostrils, though he expected as much after arduous sets of pull ups, bench presses, and back pulleys. Being bathed in grime didn't bother Malcolm, really. He'd spent countless hours fucking under hot studio lights during shoots, so he was accustomed to having an aura of ripe stank and a damp pelt about him. Of course, he also knew Ronnie would probably enjoy a taste of his manly marinade, so a shower was low priority.

Just as Malcolm finished his drink, he heard the door squeak open. Ronnie materialized from the darkened hall, a slight slump in his posture as he slowly padded into the kitchen. The panther's head was tilted down toward the floor, Ronnie seeming to barely have enough energy to keep himself standing where he was. Malcolm quickly moved to give his lover a musky bear hug to welcome him.

"Finally let ya go home, eh?" Malcolm chuckled.

"Mmhmm," was all the wiped panther could manage. He rested his head against his tiger's chest, the familiar scent putting him at ease. Malcolm started rubbing Ronnie's back, slowly making his way down before his paw hit a particular spot.

"YOW! Ahhh, oooooh..." Ronnie jerked as pain seared in his lower back.

"Shit, sorry hun. Are you alright?"

"Ack...God my fucking...back hurts, Malcolm...augh."

The tiger's ears flattened as he made a worried frown at Ronnie. "What the hell've they got you doing, mate?"

"We've been getting...urgh...lots of new furniture ahead of the spring season, and...since the store's been so busy I've had to jump in and help our warehouse guys unload. All that heavy stuff starts to get to ya...never realize until later how...gah...tender I am."

Malcolm hated seeing Ronnie in such a state. Managing Hygge, a Danish home goods retailer, had been taking its toll on Ronnie physically and mentally. Staff had been turning over like crazy lately as the company went through some turbulent financial times, and the poor panther was left picking up the slack left by a skeleton crew. He'd often come home late and completely drained, barely being able to keep himself awake long enough to eat dinner before passing out in a heap on the couch. Tonight was looking little different, and as Malcolm unintentionally discovered, Ronnie's body was in an especially wrecked state. The Aussie tiger didn't have to wrack his brain to figure out something that might make his woeful boyfriend feel better.

"Whaddya say to a massage, Ronnie?"

"Oh...I couldn't make you do that, you already spend...how long a day rubbing people down and-"

"Ey, ain't no fuckin' worries about me. It hurts to see you coming home fucked like this, and all I want right now is to make sure ya feel better, alright? It's the least you deserve for how much shit you've dealt with lately."

A small smile spread on Ronnie's face as he nuzzled against his tiger's broad chest. "I love you, Malcolm," he whispered into the cozy white furs.

"And I love you too darling." The tiger leaned down and pressed his lips against Ronnie's in a gentle kiss. Their tails playfully rubbed together as both felines expressed their utmost affection for one another, vibrations being added to the mix as deep purrs came out naturally. It was a kiss that only true lovers could make, one which was shared between them as opposed to being a barbaric battle of tongues for dominance; that had its place, but not in this moment.

With soft panting they finally parted, purrs still quaking in their chests. Malcolm wrapped an arm around Ronnie's waist and gently guided him to their bedroom. He left the lights off to make the atmosphere as relaxing as possible, letting their keen cat eyes adjust to the dim glow of the setting sun.

"I'm gonna go grab my stuff if you just wanna strip and lay on your belly for me."

"You got it Doctor Winthrop," Ronnie replied as he started unbuttoning his polo.

Malcolm grinned warmly as he disappeared into the bathroom to fetch his supplies. "And don't forget to put a towel down!"

"Of course dear."

Soon they were ready. Ronnie felt the plush texture of the towel's fabric rub against his bare furs as he lay watching Malcolm pull numerous items from the blue tote he'd brought out. His eyes followed the nude tiger as he set about placing small glass candles around the room, admiring his lover's tough physique and bold, exotic stripes that sprawled across his body like an abstract art piece. The warm glow from the candles made the tiger's coat shimmer as he gracefully strode back to his tool bag.

"Hun, you didn't need to waste your scented candles on me. You should know by now that your natural cologne does more for me than any silly lavender could."

"How could I forget?" Malcolm grinned as he grabbed a large moisturizer bottle he'd set on the vanity dresser. Ronnie watched the tiger's reflection as he squirted a white, creamy dollop into his paws and began rubbing them together. "These are just for lighting purposes, kitten. Can't do ya right if I can't see, after all."

His pads soft and slick, Malcolm brought a different plastic bottle with him as he carefully straddled Ronnie's legs. Satella Magnifique was printed on the side in haughty calligraphy, denoting Malcolm's favorite imported massage oil full of natural ingredients that did half the job of loosening muscles for him. Honey gold strings of liquid soon streaked across Ronnie's back like a strange condiment before Malcolm set the bottle aside and began working it in.

"Ooh, hah, mmph," Ronnie grunted as Malcolm pressed his paws into the panther's fried body. Orange fingers kneaded each of Ronnie's shoulders, earning further groans and moans as Malcolm pressed on. The tiger continued his ministrations down his lover's back until he once again came to those tender lumbar muscles. With a trained paw he rubbed more softly than he had the rest of Ronnie's back, letting the oil soak in to soothe the tight spot gradually; patience was key when it came to massages, as Malcolm had long ago learned that you have to work with the body in order to make it relax. His deft fingers constantly adjusted to the way Ronnie responded to his motions, the panther's pained grunts gradually falling into pleasured sighs as his muscles slowly unwound.

"My you're tight," Malcolm spoke softly into Ronnie's ear, causing him to snort.

"Hmm, am I being massaged by Rodger Raine now?"

"Yeah, smile for the camera, Kandy Panache."

"Asshole," Ronnie laughed as he was called by his old stage name.

"Yes, yours is certainly a treat. One might even say sweet as Kandy," Malcolm grinned as he gave Ronnie's trademark rear an appreciative squeeze.

"Gah, that was such a stupid name."

"I liked it. T'was a lot more original than, say, Dick Long."

"Now you're just kissing my ass."

"Mmm, I wouldn't quite call that arse kissing," he growled deeply as he quickly crawled back and lowered his head under Ronnie's tail. "But this is."

The panther let out a squeal as his pucker was suddenly getting its own special massage. Malcolm's paws moved to Ronnie's rump to give his bubbly cheeks some love too, working finger and tongue in unison to drive the dark furred feline wild. Blush tinted Ronnie's other cheeks crimson as he mewled with glee into the pillows before him, the muffled noise quickly charming the dirty tiger's cock from its sheath like an angry red snake. This led Malcolm to purr against Ronnie's sensitive taint, further drawing out needy sounds from the panther's throat.

It didn't last too long though, just enough to whet Malcolm's appetite for more. The tiger's lips popped off of Ronnie's bud with a lewd smack as said panther let out a groan of frustration at the wonderful sensations so abruptly ending. His tail flapped the bed as he craned his neck to look back at his lover.

"Your back feel better?"

"Murrrr...a bit less sore at least. I think there's something on the front that's feeling a little stiff, though."

"You'll have to show me where."

Malcolm couldn't hide his devilish grin as he watched the sexy black cat gingerly roll over. Ronnie spread his legs a bit to let his tiger get a full view of the 'stiff something', and reached behind his head to strike a most provocative pose.

"Ah, I see the problem," the striped feline purred as he gripped the base of Ronnie's dark purple pole. "This will require some...special attention."

Before Ronnie could respond with another porn line, his breath was taken away by a wet warmth surrounding his flesh. His knuckles went white as he clutched the pillows, feeling Malcolm's slick lips slide up and down his throbbing shaft along with a soft, oily paw. The moaning panther finally worked up the strength to open his eyes and was met with the tiger's hungry emerald gaze as he slurped on panther cock, cheeks inflating with every downward bob of his muzzle. As much as he considered himself an ass cat, Malcolm had to admit that giving head was quite nice, too.

Even with his still-aching back, Ronnie couldn't resist pushing his hips up a little to feed his dick deeper into Malcolm's throat. These motions earned rumbles from the frenzied tiger as it scratched those deep submissive itches to have his muzzle used as a cock warmer. His back arched instinctively, tail whipping around to highlight his striped ass, wishing Ronnie was able to fill that at the same time. An idea struck through his brain on how he could solve that issue, but he decided to save it for later; right now, it was all about servicing the panther's needs.

"Hmmmurrr...M-Malcolm, make love to me...please," Ronnie whimpered.

It took all of the tiger's will to pull his face away from Ronnie's crotch, but he obeyed his partner's request. He crawled along the panther's lean body, running his paws through the silky midnight furs covering Ronnie's abs and chest. Soon they were nose to nose, the tiger hunched over his lover as he shivered at the feeling of Ronnie's spit-slick erection against his own leaking member. Malcolm wrapped his tail around Ronnie's leg, and Ronnie brought his arms around the tiger's torso. Both panted, the colored pools of each other's eyes the only things in their vision as the couple took a moment to breathe.

"You're beautiful, Ronnie," Malcolm whispered against Ronnie's large earring, causing the cupped appendage to flick.

"Mmm, and you smell beautiful, stud."

"Heheh, it's always about scents with you, ain't it?"

"What can I say, I'm a freak."

Both felines laughed in unison. Ronnie's stresses from work were entirely forgotten at that point; while it may not have been a clinically proven medicine, Malcolm's love always had a way of healing Ronnie's worst aches, pains, and woes. Their laughter eventually trailed off as heated breaths were passed between them, Malcolm grunting as he gripped around two hot, barbed members and ground his hips slowly. Ronnie reached down and laced his fingers with Malcolm's, feeling the combined heartbeats thrum through their aching arousals. The tiger gave Ronnie a look of pure desire before he began mouthing over the nape of his partner's neck.

Malcolm could practically taste Ronnie's purrs as he ran his tongue over the sensitive spot, just grazing the skin with his sharp fangs to make the panther's nerves sing. He also added a few vibrations of his own as copious pre lubricated their foreplay. With his free arm he pushed it under Ronnie, two bodies effectively becoming one mass of orange and black fur writhing and moaning in pleasure. The tiger could feel Ronnie tensing with each thrust of his hips, a sure sign of the panther being close to his peak. He stopped giving Ronnie a hickey and felt the cool metal of Ronnie's earring against his nose as he spoke sweet nothings into his ear.

"Cum for me, Ronnie. Let your frustrations, your needs, and your passion spill over us. I want nothing more than to fulfill your desires. I love you."

While Malcolm's words would've sounded at home in a dollar store romance novel, they helped push the panther over the edge as he let out a long groan, closing his eyes as bliss consumed him. "Maaaallcooooolmm..."

All Ronnie could feel was the warmth of the tiger's body against his, the whole room fading away as he was held tight in Malcolm's arms. That, and the hot, wet streaks of jizz splattering between their bellies as both felines rode out their orgasms. Malcolm buried his face in Ronnie's neck once again, giving the panther a tender love bite as he spent himself.

When the mess was done being made, the two immediately found the others lips and began messily making out, as if by instinct. Their paws still remained entwined between them, now painted in filmy white streaks. Malcolm backed off from their kiss, bringing out his arm from under the mellow panther. He tugged Ronnie's paw away from its embrace with their dicks to bring it up to his maw, and began licking off the mess. Ronnie purred as he watched Malcolm lap up every drop of cum like the proverbial cat's cream, and decided to join in by doing the same to the tiger's pads. The bleary eyed Malcolm gave him a warm smile as he suckled on an orange index finger, the tiger retorting by giving Ronnie's palm a long lick.

Their paws sufficiently cleaned, Malcolm settled down next to Ronnie, nuzzling the crook of the panther's neck as they both still felt the comforting fuzz of afterglow across their bodies. Ronnie draped his arm over the tiger's shoulders and looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Murrr...Good call on the towel, Malcolm. That was...a little messier than I was expecting."

"See? You should be glad you're working with a professional."

"I'm glad to have you around regardless of your qualifications, hun," he pecked Malcolm's head. "I love you."

"So you've said," the tiger snickered.

"And what did you say not five minutes ago? "Ooh, Ronnie my sweet prince, the stars wish they could be as whimsical as thee, now blow your load for me.""

"That's slander. I never would've been able to think of a rhyme while I was about to cum."

"Still, it was corny as hell," Ronnie chuckled.

They lay silent for a few minutes, Malcolm getting Ronnie to purr with rubs across his chest and abs. The tiger still had his earlier idea on his mind, deciding if he should wait to share it aloud. It shouldn't be much strain on his back, he figured. Fuck it. If nothing else, we can save it for a rainy day.

"You ah...think you're up for a little more fun tonight, Ronnie?"

"Sure, dreamboat," he rumbled.

"Would you be okay...on your knees for a while?"

Ronnie murred. "Hun, you can just ask for a blowjob y'know."

"No, no, I want to blow you, Ronnie. And...ah..."

"Aaaannnd?" the cat smiled mischievously.

"And I want you to fuck me with a dildo at the same time," the tiger finally blurted out.

Ronnie scratched his chin thoughtfully, his libido rising once again at the thought of Malcolm down on all fours getting both holes stuffed.

"Yeah...I think we can arrange that, my dear tiger slut. Though I have one request."

Malcolm's ears perked to listen.

"I want you to wear that sexy pride jock while we do it."

The tiger didn't even respond with words, instead jumping off the bed and rifling through his underwear drawer for the article in question. His digging stopped, and he turned around to present the skimpy threads to his mate lying on the bed. Every inch of the garment was covered in bright rainbow stripes, enough to clash with anything.

Ronnie nodded in approval. "Can't wait to see it on you."

Malcolm couldn't hide his blush as he retreated to the bathroom to prepare himself for his double stuffing. While the tiger was busy prepping his ass, Ronnie decided to warm up a bit. He closed his eyes, conjuring the image of a buff tiger, kneeling before him, looking up with a drooling maw, begging with his kitty eyes to have permission to go down on his dick.

"You're just a big cock-whore, aren't you? Desperate to get anything stuffed up your ass."

Then lubing up Malcolm's favorite tie-dye dildo and shoving it under his tail, making him moan like a bitch in heat as his purple dick was equally deep in the tiger's muzzle. His paw was nearly a blur around his non-imaginary boner.

"Yeah...ergh, slurp it up, slut...mmmh, drink it all down..."

Before he could stop it, Ronnie felt his eyes shoot open as a second orgasm crashed through his body, his cock spurting like a fountain across his still messy belly. A few streamers still squirted out as the bathroom door swung out to reveal a jock-clad Malcolm, posing sexily against the door frame and holding a dildo just like the one Ronnie had imagined. He lifted the toy up to his muzzle and gave the technicolor shaft a long lick, not taking his eyes off of Ronnie. Even though the panther had just blown a load, he could feel his arousal springing right back.

"Heard you talking dirty," Malcolm spoke in a deep, sultry tone. "Quite flattering that the mere thought of me going down on you caused such a mess."

His ropey tail swayed with his hips as he strutted towards the bed. Ronnie gulped as Malcolm crawled onto the mattress, working his way over the panther's mid-section. The tiger looked down at the freshly messed furs, then back at Ronnie, licking his lips as he appeared to wait for a command. Ronnie took a quick breath to regain his composure; he knew it was the confidence, the verbal domination, that Malcolm got off on, and sounding like a wishy-washy dork wasn't going to fuel his lover's submissive desires.

"Lick up daddy's cream, bitch. Maybe if you're good I'll make you another treat."

Malcolm quickly lowered his head to obey Ronnie's command, purring as the salty, tangy taste hit his tongue. The panther lightly pressed a paw to the back of Malcolm's head, holding him in place to remind the orange cat who was in charge. Each pass of the tiger's sandpapery muscle felt ticklish over Ronnie's abs, and he resisted the urge to giggle in order to stay in character. WIth how enthusiastic he was, it didn't take Malcolm long to get most of the spunk out of Ronnie's furs. When he made his way to the panther's chest, Ronnie guided the tiger to his left nipple.

"Haaaah...good boy," he said in a breathy voice as Malcolm suckled on the fleshy nub. Ronnie then curled his right arm to toy with the other button on his own accord, and his tail began thrashing wildly as he was overcome with pleasure. The panther didn't keep it up for long because he knew he'd probably blow just from the sensations, and regardless of his earlier conditions, he wanted to give the thirsty cat his reward.

With a gentle push, he brought the tiger's head off of his chest. The bed springs creaked as Ronnie hauled himself up to his knees, looming over Malcolm who was near cross-eyed staring down the business end of a hard purple prick. It twitched and throbbed as Malcolm's baited breath washed over the barbed tip, tempting Ronnie to skip further teasing and just shove himself down his bitch's throat. Having Malcolm positioned just like his earlier fantasy was testing his patience, but he resisted knowing how much his partner loved dirty talk.

"Put that tongue to good use and clean my nuts," he said with a stern tone. Being dominant was something that had taken a while to get used to, even knowing Malcolm's sexuality in-and-out. There were still times he thought the things that came out of his mouth were too much, but Malcolm always seemed to take it with a moan and beg for more. Part of him felt he was taking advantage where he shouldn't, that encouraging the tiger to be an obedient bitch was asking for trouble, but he was smart enough to know this was all bedroom theatrics; just something to get off on, with both felines respectful of each other's limits.

Ronnie grunted as Malcolm rolled his jewels between his lips, the panther's slit oozing pre as purrs vibrated through his manhood. A small damp spot formed on the crown of Malcolm's head as he performed his cleaning duties, tasting the ripe sweat that had built up over the day. The tiger flicked an ear as he heard a slick noise above him. He tilted his head sideways to look up, only to meet Ronnie's glare as he rubbed a paw along the entirety of his dildo, the bright colors now tinted a brownish hue from a filmy layer of massage oil. Malcolm's tail immediately jumped up, eager to finally get his backdoor stuffed.

Malcolm felt the leathery pads of Ronnie's paw caress his chin as he was made to lock eyes with the sneering panther.

"Now, before I fuck you senseless, I have to ask: do you want me to shoot my load over your face, or would you rather swallow?"

"I...I want to have my muzzle covered in your cum, daddy. Please."

Ronnie purred upon hearing his favorite D-word, and nodded in response. "Get sucking then. And make it extra sloppy, too."

There was no other time the tiger could recount where he'd been more excited to deepthroat a cock than he was now. Being trained in the art of fellatio helped him keep his gag reflex in check as he settled into an alternating pattern of poking the back of his throat, quickly producing more than enough spit to have slimy strings dripping from Ronnie's meat. Wet slurps and gargles accompanied the movements of Malcolm's head as the panther watched his dick slide in and out of his bitch's warm hole, every inch soon coated in a fine gloss finish. Ronnie let out a deep rumble as he leaned forward over the tiger's back, gripping the base of the striped tail and feeling a soft moan course through his loins as Malcolm relished in being manhandled.

"Spread your ass, pussycat. Show daddy how bad you want it."

Two orange paws suddenly emerged on either side of the tiger's hips, reaching up to reveal his winking pucker. It was clear from the dampness that Malcolm had lubed himself up well, leaving only one thing to do. Ronnie pressed the rainbow shaft against Malcolm's hole and seesawed it back and forth, sending sparks through the tiger's nerves as he was hotdogged. The striped cat paused his bobbing momentarily as he let out a garbled growl.

"Grraghgahrrargh."

Ronnie pulled the toy back, Malcolm's body taught as a wire while he waited to feel all seven insertable inches fill him, and have his asshole gripping the two inch girth. A gasp escaped the tiger when he felt the supple tip kiss against his sensitive pink flesh.

"Don't think I told you to stop sucking me, slut," Ronnie commented.

Malcolm began weakly slurping on the panther's cock once more, unable to bob his head much on account of Ronnie's belly pressing against him, so he slid his tongue about the shaft as best he could. Blips of pressure pushed against his tight entrance as Ronnie bounced the dildo against it like a buoy on a lake.

"Hmmph, look who's got the tight muscles now. Won't last much longer though."

True to his word, Ronnie applied a little extra pressure to his next inward push, and the jelly prick was swallowed into Malcolm's depths with a wet squelch. Seemingly every extremity on the tiger's body curled in pleasure, from toes to tail to even his whiskers; Malcolm had finally reached the ultimate submissive euphoria. His eyes rolled back as Ronnie pulled the toy back until only the tip was inside, then shoved it in balls deep. And again. And again. Malcolm's moans took on a feminine quality as they jumped up a few octaves from his previous songs of lustful need.

Ronnie continued reaming Malcolm's ass hard and deep, his cock hard as iron as his senses were assaulted with erotic stimuli. The tiger's muzzle was practically a vibrator at this point, not to mention how the desperate, muffled cries of submissive bliss turbocharged Ronnie's need to rut his bitch. There was also the unmistakable reek of Malcolm's musk that had been intensified by their sex, strong enough that Ronnie was able to just take a few whiffs of the tiger's back furs to make his head swim with the sharp scent. Through it all, he could just about sense the impending orgasm building deep within his loins, and Ronnie knew he only had a few seconds to react.

He hilted the dildo deep in Malcolm's guts before he leaned back to his haunches.

"Back off my dick. Daddy's almost ready to cum."

A slick pop accompanied Malcolm pulling off said dick, the tiger's big pink tongue dangling from his maw as he opened wide in a silent beg for his facial. Ronnie didn't get more than a few strokes before he squirted his first hot jet across the bridge of Malcolm's nose.

"Bullseye..." he wheezed as his third load flowed out like a garden hose.

"MMMMHRRGH, FUCKING MARK ME DADDY!" Malcolm yelled out his need as he felt webs of cum dripping across his furs.

Deep huffs followed Ronnie's final shot as he caught his breath once more. The panther looked down at the mess he'd made of his boyfriend's face.

"Hah...someone really...hoof...needed that, eh?"

Malcolm's cheeks burned bright. "Well, let's just say you're not the only freak around here."

"And we're both the better for it, hun," he smiled down at the horny cat. "Now, I think it's my turn to take care of you."

Before Malcolm could react, Ronnie flipped him onto his back. A mischievous paw slipped the rainbow pouch of Malcolm's jock down to his plump balls before making its way to the toy still plugging his ass. The panther's arm flexed as he pumped the dildo at a furious pace, ravaging Malcolm's prostate as he screamed for more.

"AH! ARHAHAAAH! FUHUCK YES! FUCK IT OUT OF ME!!"

Ronnie made himself busy eating out the tiger's armpit, snuffling and snarling as he indulged in Malcolm's workout stank. There it was more potent than ever, shattering his conscious thought as the panther fell back on primal instinct to give the moist spot the same treatment the tiger had given his ass earlier. Malcolm's muscles flexed as he was still in the throes of heat, voice cracking as his end finally came.

"UHN...HOOH...Ronnie I'm...goNNA CUAAAAAAAAAHaAAA..."

The panther turned his head to be treated to a wonderful view of thick ropes firing from Malcolm's piss slit. Cumming paws free could now be ticked off of the tiger's bucket list as his body writhed in ecstasy, his balls being milked for every drop as Ronnie continued poking Malcolm's inner button. Every muscle squeezed tight around the dildo inside him to keep the explosive pleasure going, Malcolm letting out a blood-curdling roar as a few strong sprays licked his chin. Just shy of a minute passed when the last gushes left the tiger's cock, leaving him shaking with adrenaline still simmering in his veins. Ronnie sat up and let out a long whistle.

"God damn Malcolm, don't think I've ever seen you bust a nut that big before."

Malcolm's brain had been turned to mush from the sheer intensity of his orgasm. In fact his whole being felt weightless, like he'd shot his soul out along with his seed. He hadn't a care in the world that he looked like a run-down tramp who'd been caught in the middle of an orgy. It was like being simultaneously drunk and high at the same time, the only thing being registered by what remained of his consciousness being immense bliss.

Not getting any snarky response, Ronnie crawled over to check on his zoned-out partner.

"Hello? Anyone home?" the panther waved his paw in front of Malcolm's glazed eyes. Drool had begun pooling next to the tiger's head as his tongue lolled out merrily.

"I...I'm shtill...bloody...fuckin' fantashtic," he finally replied in a hoarse voice.

Ronnie couldn't help but laugh at the nonsensical words. "You certainly are a bloody fantastic sexy beast."

"Take...take a picshah," Malcolm cooed.

"Are you sure?" Ronnie's ears perked, surprised by the request.

"Yeh...wanna remembah...how great it feels ta...be a good little...tigah shlut..."

The panther stood up and grabbed his phone from his pants pocket. At that point all of the candles had burned themselves out, leaving Ronnie to turn the flash on in order to see anything.

"Smile, big boy."

With a bright spark of light he snapped a photo. The result appeared on his screen and made his worn-out cock jump a little. Malcolm lay on his side, hide painted in streaks of cum while the dildo could be seen poking out between his legs, just below his stained jockstrap. And above it all, he had a big goofy grin to show that he'd loved every bit of getting fucked. Ronnie tapped the 'Save' icon and placed the device on his nightstand before snuggling next to his filthy lover.

"So, am I a big shexy star?" Malcolm sounded more coherent now, his slurring seeming intentional to Ronnie's ears.

"Mmmhmm."

They wriggled as close together as they could manage, basking in the combined warmth of afterglow as well as their bodies. Ronnie buried his head in Malcolm's chest, the tiger wrapping his arms around Ronnie protectively. The feline's snuggling sounded more like a motorboat race as they purred out their satisfaction.

"Mmmh, is your back still okay hun?"

Being lost in the moment had made Ronnie all but forget about his previous back pain, and it took his hazy brain a moment to process his condition.

"Think so," he yawned. "I'm more sleepy than achy, though."

"Me too."

A long groan from Malcolm's innards interrupted their pillow talk.

"Shit, guess we kinda missed dinner," the tiger sighed.

"I'll just...*hhhhhaaaaaawwwhh*...order a pizza."

"And rope the delivery guy into a threeway?"

"Hah. We'll see," Ronnie winked as he rolled out of bed to grab his phone.

Soon both cats were curled up on the couch, barely decent in their pajama shorts as they dug into the first slices of cheesy pie. Local news played on the TV, spotlighting something about the latest basketball game. Neither Malcolm nor Ronnie had the brain power left to process anything coming out of the news anchor's mouth, only what was being haphazardly shoveled into their own.

With full stomachs, the couple spread out across the couch, Ronnie lying between Malcolm's legs and using the tiger's plump tummy as a pillow. Streaks of dried spunk matted the white furs under Ronnie's head as he nestled in Malcolm's radiating warmth, the machinations of the tiger's guts lulling him to sleep. Malcolm passed out almost instantly after Ronnie's head hit his paunch, happy that he'd succeeded in making his panther feel better, and dreading the inevitable sore ass he would be feeling the next morning.