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Yuri takes the worn steps like he usually does up the couple stories to the third floor of the apartment building where he lives, his shoulder-length black hair flowing behind him. The tiger huffs lightly as he turns to the right at the top of the open stairs, pausing to look out over the balcony-style hallway that provides an airy view of the tiled floor of the entryway. The six floors form a U-shape around the antique metal elevator and circular stairwell. Large glass windows rise up to the glass cathedral ceiling that arches high above and allows all the warmth and light of the sun to rain down into the building.

A couple large boxes rest at the far end of the hallway in front of the apartment next to his. A loud grunt from inside the open doorway and slight vibration of the floor indicate the business of his neighbor. The feline realizes he never met nor even seen his neighbor.

Stepping over to the open doorway, the tiger wraps a couple times on the wooden door. "Need a hand?" he calls out.

Moving around the corner from further within strolls a curvaceous polar bear. Sweat mats the snow-white bangs that hang down over her brow. Skin-tight burgundy jeans hug her lower half with a black leather belt circling her waist. Gold trim draws a unique design along the length of the leather. A black mid-riff bearing sleeveless top struggles to support the ample chest of the buxom female. Burgundy fingerless gloves cover her hands and stretch almost to her elbows. Gold and silver bracelets jingle along her lower arms. Azure sapphires sparkle in the sun-filled room.

Yuri notes the curves of her body are well-defined muscle and her stomach would make even a body builder jealous with the abs exposed by her shirt. She stops and leans against the wall and his eyes watch hers roam down then back up as she gauges him. A gloved hand moves up and brushes some of the matted hair further up her brow, bracelets jangling and sliding up her arm. "Well, now. You're a bit late, cutey." Pushing herself off the wall, the bear moves past the tiger, her back to him. He sees her hair pulled up in a bun against the back of her head, tied off by a black ribbon. And her jeans stretch tightly over her cheeks making the male wonder how she manages to get them on. A mixture of roses and perspiration wafts across his nose as she passes by.

The two boxes chase the tiger into the apartment as the female slides them along the floor. She smiles as her eyes meet his. "I'm Diane." Her hand flashes out towards the male and he gives her a forceful shake. Only she manages to squeeze his hand a little too much. And she knows it.

Flexing his fingers after she releases the grip, "Yuri. I live next door."

"So the cute tiger has a name. But does he have game?"

Startled by the question, he blinks for a moment. "Uh, I'm not sure what..."

Diane chuckles, "Don't sweat it. I figured you weren't much of a ladies male. Your body language gives it away." She nods towards him. "Like right now. You're really nervous and intimidated by me."

Yuri swallows hard through a dry throat. "You, uh, are quite in shape, um, and very attractive."

Smiling, "Thanks. I'm a choreographer so I get a good workout every day."

His ears perk up, "Really? What style?" Part of him hopes she doesn't say exotic. The rest sees her on stage in some modern rock-ballet.

"Depends on the production. The dance company I run performs many different styles." She turns and steps into the kitchen, snatching a clear glass from a drying rack on the closest end of the counter. A quick flick of her wrist fills the glass with cool refreshing water from the sink. "Here, you sound a little parched." The bear turns just in time to catch the male admiring her physique. Their fingers touch for a long moment before she relinquishes the glass to his grasp. Yuri's eyes close as he revels in the river of water flowing down his throat.

And Diane waits patiently for him to set the glass down.

"Thanks," he sighs, grateful for the hospitality.

"Don't mention it." The white bear walks past him, her hand copping a feel of the tiger's rump as she does so. She giggles after feeling him jump. "You're too shy, Yuri. If you want to land a girl you need to be more assertive."

"A girl like you?" His heart races as he takes a shot. The inexperienced tiger knows the ladies prefer a confident male who knows what he wants. And he finds it extremely difficult to be that tiger.

"Mmm, I doubt you could land me but sure. I like a guy who goes after what he wants." His eyes roam back over her backside as she bends over one of the boxes. Grinning, the tiger takes another chance as she flips open a flap. Diane looks over her shoulder as Yuri's hand slides across the tight denim of her jeans. "So you think you can handle me, huh?" Standing up and spinning on her heels, her hands catch his shoulders and push him against the wall. Her eyes look over his face and chest again. "You're nervous and willing to chance it. I wouldn't be surprised if you're the nice guy type that usually gets kicked to the curb every time he turns around."

Yuri looks into her brilliant blue jewels and snorts, "Even nice guys find themselves fed up with the crap every now and then."

Smiling, "Good. Then you can give me something for my birthday." Yuri's gulps and his heart beats even faster as he begins to panic. She chuckles when he blinks questioningly at her. "Today's my birthday." Her left arm slips around his neck. "And I already know you're panicking but you're a guy..." Her right hand slides down his chest. "So you already have something to give me." His eyes widen as her fingers pull his jeans' zipper down. Leaning in closer, her lips almost touching his, "Now show me you can walk that fine line between being a nice guy and taking what you want."

Yuri's eyes close as he feels her hand slip inside his fly and rub his hardening length. So many emotions scream for a voice in his mind. Part screams for him to flee. Part screams for sex. Part screams for friendship. But he pushes them all away. Taking a deep breath to calm his shaking and nerve-wracked body, he opens his emerald eyes. Diane watches his face intently, expectantly. And he acts on the only desire filling his mind.

His right arm slips around the small of her white back while his left hand jumps to the back of her neck. She doesn't struggle as he pulls her across the tiniest of distances towards him. Their lips touch in a forceful yet gentle kiss. Both sets of eyes close as their bodies press together. "Time to make this a birthday you'll never forget," he thinks to himself.

Her hand slips from inside his jeans and joins the other around his neck. Yuri quickly moans through their kiss as her tongue pushes its way into his mouth. Being a lover of the French-style of kissing, the tiger tries to duel her but the dueling proves to be no contest as he quickly loses the intimate fight. And she lightly bites his lower lip as their kiss ends, tugging as she pulls her head back. A quick slap to her solid rear makes her release him.

"That's a good start, cutey," she whispers. "But now what?" Taking a moment to think, Yuri finds himself messing up yet again. "Don't think, hon, just act. Just like dancing, let your body move. Thinking makes you screw up." Pushing him back against the wall again, "And screwing up means you lose."

Diane drops to her knees, her shirt instantly falling to the floor and revealing her double-D bust. Yuri's pants and boxers follow. "Holy shit, you're a big boy for a tiger!" But the feline can only gasp as a white haired head drops down, swallowing his length easily.

When he tries to put a hand on her head, she grabs both of his wrists and pins them to the wall. Pausing long enough in her oral attentions, "Sorry, hon, you lost remember?" And he growls lightly as she swallows his length once again. Back and forth her head moves in a steady rhythm, her eyes watching his as he takes in the sight of the polar bear beauty on her knees. And he feels the itching fire within his loins growing in intensity. It slowly dawns on him that she knows exactly what she's doing. Yuri doesn't enjoy being totally submissive like this.

Feeling the end quickly rushing towards him, he yanks a hand from her grasp and grabs the back of her head. Claws bite ever so lightly into her scalp as he guides her. Diane doesn't fight him as he buries himself as deep as he can within her maw.

Panting heavily and looking down at her, his claws disappear as her hand releases his other wrist. "You weren't going to let me cum were you?"

Diane sits back on her feet and licks her lips, "No. It would serve you right, too." She leans forward and kisses the tip of his spent rod. She smiles as it twitches in response. "But you decided you wanted to cum so you made it happen."

"Satisfied?"

She snorts, "Far from it but you gave it your best." Yuri watches intently as she stands up, her eyes watching his as he takes in every movement of her bust as it jostles from the action. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have boxes to go through." Diane turns her back on the perplexed male.

Yuri kicks his jeans and boxers off his feet and wraps his arms around her waist. He can't see her smile or her eyes as he hefts the muscular female up and over to the couch. The tiger holds his own when it comes to lifting the file boxes at work but he finds a little trouble in carrying this bear. "Fun time isn't over, girl."

Landing with an audible 'Oof,' blue eyes stare up at the tiger. "Let me guess... you plan on giving me a leg rub. That's good 'cause I ended up with a slight charlie horse from sucking you off."

A tiger paw quickly yanks on her belt, "Yeah, sure. I have a much better idea."

"Oh really? What's that?" And he catches sight of a burning desire within her eyes when he glances at her face.

"It's your birthday present so if I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise." He then tugs open her jeans.

Smiling, "I think you found your inner tiger."

And Yuri chuckles, "Thinking makes you screw up." A strong yank on her jeans forces her to her back. A second yank pulls the denim down her legs. "And screwing up means you lose." The tiger doesn't let the bear respond before dropping down between her legs, his hands pushing them apart at the knees as he moves.

Her aroused scent fills his nose as her flavor permeates his taste buds. Her low long moan of pleasure fills his ears as her fingers run through his long black hair. "I wonder if a bear can purr," she muses through a gasped breath.

The male watches every nuance of her body as he devours her. Every muscle twitch. Every gasp. Every writhing moment. And he finds his heart long stopped its racing. Even the queasiness disappeared from his stomach. "Don't think, hon, just act," echoes in his mind.

"Oh, fuck, Yuri! I'm getting close!" she cries out. Her hands claw at the fabric of the couch as she races towards the finish line. Only Yuri knows how to keep a female on the edge. Diane finds the finish line remaining just out of reach. A hand grabs his hair, "Finish it!" she almost snarls, desperation filling her voice. The tiger doesn't budge on his machinations. Not for what seems an insurmountable length of time.

The ensuing cry of ecstasy makes the tiger grin like a Cheshire cat.

"Had enough?" she gasps.

Licking his lips as he sits up, Yuri looks at her angelic face and her blue eyes hidden behind half-open eyelids. He leans over her and kisses her, this time in total control of the fight and easily beats the momentarily drained female. She moans through their kiss as his hands slowly explore her body. The tiger feels her arms slip around his back while her trembling legs wrap around his waist as he continues on his quest of conquest.

More moans fill the air while the couch rocks from the male's thrusting. Yuri gives a gasped growl as the bear's claws drag down his back. But finding himself quickly unsatisfied with their current placement, the tiger pulls away, much to the dismay of the female beneath him.

Standing and taking her by the hand, he leads her back to the wall where she pinned him. Diane meets his smile with one of her own as he places both her hands against the wall. She gyrates her hips as she leans forward, placing her cheek against the cool painted plaster, her breath bathing the wall. Yuri looks down at the taunt white writhing rear end of the polar bear. He grabs both cheeks with steady hands and returns to the hot wet depths that he so recently left.

Diane pushes herself against Yuri's chest as he leans over her. His hands return to hers as he keeps her against the wall. "Holy fuck!" she gasps. "Where did you come from?" the female cries out as the tiger thrusts without remorse, keeping the female the way he wants her.

"Nice guys tend to be the best lovers," he groans as his eyes close. He knows what he wants but the choice holds real consequences for the two of them. The black-haired head drops to her neck while a hand slips under her, squeezing a swaying mountain. His teeth bite into her neck bringing an ecstatic cry to his ears as Diane bucks against him.

And he claims her, mating with her.

Both pant heavily, sweat covering their bodies in their afterglow. "Satisfied?" he asks between breaths.

Nodding, "Yeah." Her eyes slowly focus on his as she looks over her shoulder at him again. "I wonder if the tiger will ever be the same again?" she muses.

Slowly standing upright, still panting, claws dragging down the white back of the polar bear, Yuri smiles, "That depends on you, girl."

Shivering from his claws and reluctantly pulling away from the male, Diane stands up and faces her partner, arms slipping around his neck. "Depends on what?" Being the same height, their eyes find it easy to remain locked.

"What kind of relationship we shall have. I don't want a fuck buddy. I want a friend and a lover."

Their eyes stare into the others. Only her smile slowly fades into a frown. "I'm sorry, hon. I don't want a relationship right now. They screw emotions up more than anything else." Yuri feels his heart plummet at her words. "But I will take the friend part."

Taking a deep breath, Yuri leans forward and kisses her again, gently and lovingly. She doesn't try to force a tongue duel this time. And their lips part slowly. Looking into her eyes again, "I can handle a friendship. I'm pretty good at those."

Giggling, "Nice guys usually are." Then she winks, "And thanks for a wonderful birthday present, Yuri.