The Signal
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The Signal
By BangBear
"You sure you're ready?" the deep voice asked. Its source sat on a bed, and the one he spoke to sat in his lap, back against his bare chest. She nodded her head, a bit of hesitation before deciding. The mouse looked up behind her at the tiger, a hand reaching up with a smile to caress his cheek. He smiled back down to her and placed his hand on hers.
He brought it down after a moment, taking her hand with him and bringing them both around to her front to let it sit in his palm. The clawed appendage dwarfed her own, her fingers not even making it halfway up his with their palms centered like that. It was a difference she always knew was there, but occasionally had to be reminded like this just how stark it was. He closed it around her, grasping it gently with his thumb resting against the base of her index finger and rubbing slowly. Her heart began to race.
The tiger felt her tense up and breathe sharply, his own tail tip flicking against the pillow behind them. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, leaving his muzzle there for a moment to smell her hair as he looked over her naked form. "You know what to do if you need me to stop."
"I know," she answered the non-question. She rubbed his muscular thigh with her other hand to reassure him one last time. With an affirmative grunt, he finally began. His thumb slid a bit further up her finger, the pad resting against the middle segment. Her heart raced again, and he began to push.
Her finger flexed back, and soon reached its maximum normal range. "Ah..." she squeaked, her other hand clenching his leg fur. He continued, pushing her index finger against its intended direction. Every second that passed he made sure she was still okay with him proceeding, and every second she didn't give the signal he continued forward.
"Ow, ow ow...!" He could feel popping now, the digit losing against his thumb and hyper-extending past where it should go. She had tears welling up in her eyes now. Still no signal. He kept going. Another little bit of force and suddenly, her finger snapped back 90 degrees at the first joint, making a grotesque L from the dislocation.
The mouse screamed in pain, and the tears flowed free now. "Aaaah! Aaah-ow!" She writhed against him, her arm held firmly in place by his hand, her trashing doing little more than jostle the burly tiger. Still no signal. While she was overcome with pain, he moved to the second finger, and more quickly gave it the same treatment. This time, he felt it break fully, the mouse gaining a new joint between the first and second.
"AAAA-HAAAAH!" she cried, now starting to hyperventilate and trying to pull away from the tiger. Still, no signal. He kept going, her ring finger next. His left arm wrapped around her to hold her against him, quelling some of her convulsing. This one, he pushed to the side towards her pinkie, and snapped much faster than the previous two. Another break. Then before she could react, he swiftly pulled back her pinkie around the broken ring finger and snapped it as well.
As her screaming escalated, his left hand came to her mouth and covered it, muffling her cries. "Sshhhhhh sh sh sh... It's okay. You're okay," he said softly, kissing her head as she sobbed into his hand. "Just look..." His palm supporting the back of her hand, he brought it into view right in front of her, letting her see the mangled mess her fingers had now become. He arched his head around to see her face from where he was, fear and anguish painted over her eyes.
She hyperventilated as she looked over what were once a perfectly healthy set of fingers not even three minutes ago. Her rapid, shallow breathing turned into high pitched squeaking as what she looked at began setting into reality. He gently thumbed over the bases of each steadily swelling finger, firing fresh daggers of suffering down her arm.
The tiger turned her around, planting a kiss on her forehead as his left hand traced slowly up her right. Another kiss down on her muzzle, one on the tip of her nose, and another on her lips. She managed to control her sobbing long enough to return it, her good hand reaching to the back of his head to hold him in place as they shared the moment. Without warning, his hand closed around her mangled fingers, the mouse screaming into the tiger's mouth.
He moved down to kiss her neck now, teeth gliding along the skin of it through her fur. "Please...!" she said, the words shocking both of them, and getting a gasp from her. He paused to make sure he heard right. He knew what she'd meant. The tiger sank his teeth into her, right where her neck met her shoulder.
She cried louder than any time before, a mix of pain, pleasure, and absolute astonishment. Her vision went fuzzy, all sense of time and place vanishing for a brief moment. On his legs, the tiger felt a pooling warmth. There had been a lust slowly building in him as he tormented his mouse, but this sent him far, far over the edge. He huffed and growled into her shoulder, teeth sinking deeper and spraying some of her blood into his mouth.
His member throbbed up against her nethers, bladder still emptying itself onto him and the bed. Without waiting for her to stop, he dove in and began pounding away. The mouse squealed again, the sudden intrusion yanking her from her high and back to reality. "Hah, fucking... Scott!" Still no signal.
Her wetting splashed between their legs, Scott growling and fucking away at his mouse, arms wrapped tight around her with no hope of her escaping. He leaned forward, bringing the two of them down to the bed with him atop her. Hos form nearly completely overshadowed hers, with over a foot In height difference between them. He kept pounding, lost in a near feral state of desire. She squeaked with every other thrust now, legs wrapping around him.
The bed creaking joined in the symphony of sex and sadism, the tiger's grunts growing louder and faster as he picked up the pace near his climax. His mouse did so too, her good hand once again grabbing the back of his head and firmly tugging on the fur there. A moment later, he unloaded in her, filling his mouse with a generous load. She could feel every pump from him, the slowdown in his thrusts giving her just enough room to float back to that blissful nirvana to truly enjoy herself. Enjoy him. Enjoy them.
She didn't have a clue how much time was passing, or if it even was. She felt tears gently streaming down her cheeks. She felt her hips and legs convulsing She felt his weight over her. She felt the heat coming from his body. She felt blood ooze from her shoulder. She felt his fangs in her flesh.
Just as she started to waver from heaven, the tiger released his near-death grip from her, panting heavily enough that his breath could be seen. He looked down at her, assessing the damage and fearing what he'd done to her. "Oh... oh, Rhonda..." He recoiled at the sight, but she stopped him quickly, her good hand the one to pull him back and kiss him.
She tasted her own blood on him, and she kissed him deeper. They shared another moment together, releasing the tension of the abuse she'd just been through. Her left hand came to his cheek once more, the tiger pulling his right arm from out under her to join it. Their lips pulled away, the two looking into each other's eyes with soft smiles now.
Scott took her hand from his cheek and looked at it, thumb caressing over the band on her ring finger, newly placed there this afternoon. "You never gave me the signal."
She smiled and shook her head at him, tears had slowed to a stop now. He smiled back down at her.
"I promise I'll never break this one." He kissed her once again, her tears beginning once more.