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"Anon, you need to knead it more. It won't rise enough otherwise."

"I'm doing the best with what I have! Sorry I don't have big, fat paws..."

Rebecca growled playfully and swatted him with her tail. She continued rolling the gingerbread dough while her human kneaded the bread on his little stool beside her. The counter space they were using was a mess of flour and bits of other spilled ingredients, surrounded by tins and bowls. The two of them had been working on sweets since dinner. It was the first day of holiday break, and there was a lot of catching up to do.

The tigress sighed and wiped her brow. Sweetmeats, bars, and the first batch of chocolate-covered treats were finished. The peppermint bark and brickle were setting in the garage. If they could finish these cookies, they'd be set for the holidays. She was glad she'd forgone her usual sweater -- the old butterfly shirt she had on bore markers of every dish they made. Rebecca checked on Anon's progress again with another glance when she went to find the cookie cutters.

"Keep going," she said, trailing a paw across his shoulders. "It needs a little more air."

"...never worried about that with me..." the human grumbled. Rebecca's tail snapped with embarrassment; the scolding chuckle she let out was familiar.

"You're the one that likes it!" she said.

"Just trying to be a good husband and please you, is all," Anon replied. The shit-eating grin on his face only flustered the tigress more, deepening her blush and folding her ears lower.

"Is that what you call harassing me?" she asked, returning to the counter with a few cutouts.

Anon spluttered. "I ask how I can help, and when I do, you call it harassment?"

Rebecca glared at him, thumping the cutouts into the dough with a little extra force. "I asked if you wanted to help me with treats. I wasn't expecting such -- abundant commentary." She turned back to the gingerbread sheet, carefully extracting the cutouts. "If I'd known, I'd have set you up on the table..."

"What, so I'd have to call for you to get down?"

"No," Rebecca said; she pressed her round hip into him until she felt a desperate grab at a her waistband. "Then I could do that to you without having to worry about you falling..."

Anon was quiet as his extra-wide wife shifted back to center and went back to filling the cookie sheet. "You've been asking for it all night," she said.

"I've only asked for one thing --" there was a smack that echoed through the kitchen -- "Christmas cake!'

A high-pitched mew escaped the tigress as her rear wobbled in her lounge shorts. The cheek he'd slapped stung, though the hearty squeeze he gave soothed it. The massive, floury hand print on her ass nearly made Anon fall off his stool with laughter before she could stare daggers at him. Her expected growl deepened in tone when she saw it too.

"J-just put the dough in a pan," she said, opening the oven for her cookie sheet. Anon continued laughing as he loaded the bread pan and climbed down from the stool -- he almost fell off again.

"Sure, sure," he managed, the oven's dry heat sobering him a little, "I'll put the bun in the oven."

"That's right;" The human stiffened at the tigress's sudden husky tone; he turned around to find himself faced with a different kind of heat.

"Put the bun in the oven," Rebecca purred as she scooped his face up between her thighs. She chuffed when his nose pressed deep into the center crease. Anon could feel her rest a little of her weight onto him as her plush curves encroached on all sides. Her muffin top lay over his head, her thighs squeezed at his cheeks, and her fupa smothered his face through the thin fabric. Rebecca let him go before he could latch onto her and dig his face in deeper. She smiled when he actually fell down after stumbling backwards.

Anon looked up at her with wide eyes from the floor as his heart beat out of his chest. The way his ten-foot, half-ton tigerwife loomed over him was intimidating, helped none by the lashing tail and piercing green eyes; Rebecca's grin deepened. She bounced once on her heels and stepped over him, letting him gawk at her rolling curves as she sashayed. It took until she slipped down the hem of her shorts in the living room for Anon to act. Rebecca stifled her snickering as she heard him stumbling and fighting with his own clothes as he moved to follow her.

"Christ -- how did you do that so fast?" Anon asked when he joined her in the bedroom, finding her already sat down in the nude.

"Christmas magic," she purred, spreading her thighs. "Now come here."

The human eagerly scrambled to the edge of the bed and gripped the tigress's hips. He made to jump up, but a big, fat paw in the face stopped him.

"Oh, we can't do that right away," Rebecca teased, her eyes lidded as she looked down at him between her breasts; Anon followed her finger along the crease of her thigh. "You have to preheat the oven, first."

The human poorly stifled a laugh. "I-is that the metaphor we're using?"

"Just do it, or I'll put you in the pressure cooker," the tigress sighed and pushed his head down. "We have to finish before the things in the real oven are done..."

Anon was tempted to ask what act the pressure cooker was, but the welcoming heat of her folds convinced him it could wait. He traced his hands along the creases between her thighs and hips, gently and slowly. Rebecca grew more tense the nearer to the bottom he drew. Her shivers were visible when he ran along the underside of her tree-trunk like thighs; he could feel the taut muscle beneath the generous fat he cupped and squeezed with every inch.

Anon smiled when just his breath on her folds caused a soft whine. He was lucky her large breasts and belly hid his face from her. He brought his hands to her inner thighs and pressed his face up into her muffin top, kissing along the warm crease of fat. Rebecca jolted, her stomach jiggling against his face, and shifted in her seat with a needy sound. It grew more gravelly and discontented as she regained her composure.

"A-Anon, I said 'pre-heat the oven' not... that." She said. "Maybe it is a dumb metaphor..." she added with a huff.

The human didn't have time to comment. He withdrew from her belly and brushed his chin along her folds; his beard tickled her enough for a cute 'oh!' Anon rubbed small circles into the creases between her lower pelvis and thighs. Even as big as she was, his hands brushed against each other. He watched the tigress sway gently with each circle, her hips pressing against him in time. When a small chuff escaped her, he made his move. Rebecca tensed when she felt Anon push at the sensitive, lower padding of her thighs. Her tail ceased its swishing behind her. He was finally going to do it, he --

The massive tigress chirped like a housecat as Anon pressed his face into her perineum and let her thigh-fat fall back around his cheeks. He kissed the small patch of fur, tasting the the sweat and scent that collected there. Even here there were somehow hints of her sweet holiday perfume. Rebecca squirmed above him, trying to make sure she didn't fall off the bed. It was made even harder when the human stuck his arms under her to stay tight against the precious patch of sensitive flesh -- the fact he gripped her ass was purely a coincidence.

Anon enjoyed a few more seconds of teasing the tigress before a massive paw dragged him up into her folds. He managed one scent-filled gasp before her thighs squished around his head, sealing him in place. Rebecca shifted her hips with a sniff and crossed her arms. She let her calves press him tight to the edge of the bed and ignored his hands scrabbling for purchase beneath her thick thighs.

"Better get to work," she huffed. "because I'm not letting you out until the oven's ready."

Anon couldn't make out the words with his favorite pair of earmuffs on, but the intent was plenty clear. He wriggled forward into damp fur in search of the source. His struggles against her squish sent tremors through the tigress, but she stayed seated on the edge of the bed. She tolerated the excessive groping of her thighs with a stifled mew.

It was harder to contain herself when his mustache pricked at her folds. She chirped again and tensed before checking herself. Anon seized the temporary slackening of her grip to press further, and was rewarded with a faceful of damp heat. His nose poked into her depths while her lips spread along his cheeks. He could feel every shift of the massive tigress from here: the squirming of her hips; the beckoning pulse of her walls; the little shivers that she tried to hide.

He was ready for her when his tongue lanced into her heat.

Rebecca gasped and squeezed his head tight, digging a paw between her fluffy thighs to press his face even deeper. A subtle tilt of his head achieved her desire. He was rewarded with a low groan and a new flood of wet scent. Digging his nails into her fur brought a higher pitched, more embarrassing noise before he began to twirl his tongue. The tigress's tits heaved and her heart fluttered. She shut her eyes tight and let her body's reactions take over for a few moments, her hips rolling against his face and her calves pressing harder into his back. She knew it was time when his tongue tickled a nerve that lit up her belly.

Anon's world was getting fuzzy when Rebecca released him from her fluffy thighs. She was panting almost as much as him.

"Okay -- let's go," she said.

"Oven's -- ready?" he asked as she scooted backwards on the bed. Rebecca didn't give him an answer, and he wasn't eager for one. He pulled himself over the edge with a wheeze and slipped into the deep divot between her legs, feeling hints of warm, wet drips on the sheets. The tigress's form was softer than the mattress when he climbed up it -- and he knew from many nights of experience it was much more comfortable.

"Who's doing what?" he panted with his hands on her hips, his heat pressed against hers.

"You're putting it in," Rebecca panted in return.

"Yeah, I know that, but -- who's going where? What do you --"

"Just put it in, Anon!"

Her rumbling snarl scared the shit out of him -- but firmed up his shaft even more. The moan Rebecca let out when he drove it in was just as deep. Anon could feel it in his chest. He gripped her love handles hard and did his best to press between her thighs, following her walls' implicit instructions. Two paws on his ass helped him along, and the familiar poke of her claws made him twitch inside her. Anon watched her face over the curve of her breasts. It was rare he got to see it. Her stripes melded with the wrinkles of her intense expression, her hair already frizzy and wild.

Then her eyes opened and he saw how narrow her pupils were.

The world whirled before Anon was pressed deep into the mattress under Rebecca's weight, the impressive grappling display barely a sensory memory. She chuffed and pressed down on his hips to ensure he was in -- she chuffed deeper when he gasped. It turned into a groan when she rolled her weight forward on him; the tigress purred.

"Reb -- please," he managed, pushing up on her hanging breasts, "Can I -- watch you?"

Rebecca paused the steamrolling of her husband, though her hips still flicked unconsciously against him. There were more husky noises as she sat up and adjusted her thighs around him until she could see him sprawled out between them.

"I suppose," she huffed, "I don't always get to hear those cute little whimpers and moans..."

A laugh busted out from the human. "This coming from the mewling kitten?"

Rebecca growled and rocked her hips on his, trying to draw out one of those cute noises to shut him up. Anon knew what she was doing and stifled the sound of stressed pleasure with puffed cheeks and a smile.

"Sorry, kitty! No -- dice!"

The mattress groaned beneath them when Rebecca shifted her thighs, powerful muscles thrumming against Anon's sides through all her padding. She yanked him up into a sitting position and pulled his torso into her stomach with an audible plap.

"Go on," she rumbled, rolling against him again, "try and make me mew."

Anon grunted into her fur, rubbing his face in her belly while he got his bearings. Being against her like this was a reminder of how big the tigress was. He could barely get his arms around her thighs; her hips were wider than he was tall. And her breasts still hung over his head like twin supermoons. She was being generous by giving him some space to thrust beneath her. Anon made full use of it, wrapping his arms around her sides before driving up into her depths.

Every plap rippled through Rebecca's form. Anon could feel it through the curves that pressed against him. Rebecca closed her eyes tight and kept her lips sealed as he went on. Her hands stayed on her hips as her husband bounced and grunted into her fur, desperate for extra penetration. She could feel herself growing tense as the twitching between them grew. Every connection lit up more and more nerves, spreading out through her legs and stomach in a way that made her eyes flutter. Anon couldn't see it, but above him, the tigress bit her lip. It was even more fortunate that he began to tire; he might've felt the unconscious rocking she was doing against him otherwise.

One final thrust and a muffled whimper signaled the human's defeat. Rebecca cooed, sliding down with him when he nearly slipped out of her.

"Ohh, nice try, sweetie," she said, her voice a little breathless. She closed her legs ever so slightly and put on more of her weight, drawing out another pitiful, muffled noise from her husband. Rebecca chuffed and squeezed him tighter into her curves to better feel his little breaths in her fur. He gasped into it when she bounced her hips and got the bed to creak beneath them.

"Let mama show you how it's done..."

The tigress' abundant curves rippled once more as she started her ride. She kept Anon hugged against her the whole time, burying his face deep in her fluff so he couldn't hear the needy sounds that came with every crash of her hips. He was distracted by the ocean of sensations anyway. Fur and heat and softness were everywhere, and the only things keeping him anchored were the weighty crush of her hips on his, the tense forearms on his back, and the teasing, heavy thuds of her breasts pounding the top of his head. Anon returned the embrace and sunk his arms deep into her sides, and his fingers' firm purchase on her love handles were like spurs. It drove Rebecca to ride harder which drove him to squeeze harder; his twitching and throbbing when they connected lips to hilt made her walls pulse and pull, starting the cycle anew.

It was the best feedback loop either of them had ever experienced.

The tempo changed when the tigress released him with a gasp, her partner following with one of his own. His strained grunts were audible now as Rebecca continued bouncing on him -- the slap of her muffin top on his torso was also more audible now. Anon looked up through squinted eyes to see what the hissing was about as his arms flopped onto Rebecca's thighs like armrests. He was rewarded with the sight of her in all her bare-furred glory, shadows playing about the rolls in her white fur like extra stripes. Her fangs were bared and her face was a sort of twisted snarl as she sucked in air between thuds of her hips, her expression scrunching with every heavy contact.

Then he saw why she'd let him go; the tigress's paws held her enormous breasts, her fingers kneading at the sensitive flesh. They still wobbled hypnotically with every huffing, hissing pound of Rebecca's hips on his. The sight of them -- the sight of all her abundant padding shaking -- practically dulled the inferno engulfing his hips to nothing. Rebecca felt the opposite; the sensation of his tiny form between her thighs and the hard rod it held took all of her focus. The kneading of her breasts and the slight jiggles she felt were little more than an afterthought in the symphony of pleasure.

She caught him staring when she managed to open her eyes. The tigress managed a lewd, tongue-lolled grin and squeezed her big tiggies harder -- and added a harsh grind to her strokes. Anon stiffened beneath her with a desperate sound between whimpers and panting. Rebecca chuckled breathily at his clawing hands, stifling her own cute sounds as she felt the telltale twitching of his hips on hers. She stopped the ride with a heavy huff and crash down on his hips; Anon's whole form shuddered along with the mattress. He pressed against her thighs and her hips, his legs shifting a little under her weighty ass as he tried to reach satisfaction. He didn't realize Rebecca was watching him until it was too late -- or that the shiffting of her hips against him wasn't merely another source of teasing pleasure.

The human's whimper was muffled instantly by the tigress's pounce, everything above his waist engulfed in white fur and heavy, soft curves. His arms barely poked out from beneath her sides. The rumbling, grunting sounds she made as she adjusted her legs echoed in his head. His squirms intensified when she laid herself flat and her full weight was upon him. Rebecca could feel every little gasp and whimper against her fur, deep in her chest. She didn't stifle the deep, rumbling groans the sensations brought between every heavy bounce of her hips. The world began to spin when she added in long, full-body grinds, pressing him further into the mattress. The extra inch of ecstasy was well worth it.

Anon wheezed when the tigress tensed and roared; her whole form went rigid and seemed to become twice as heavy. Her walls squeezed him like a vice and shudders ran through every inch of her flesh. He balled his fists in her fur and released as she relaxed, pumping his hips into her firm, heavy, comforting resistance. A burbling, chuffy purr escaped Rebecca as she felt his warmth fill her loins. She chuffed harder at the soft noises he made at her twitching hips, eager for every drop. She only moved when he was completely spent, drawing herself tightly on top of him and settling in with a heavy sigh, resting her head on a pillow.

But Anon could only take his feline wife's loafing for so long. Rebecca grumbled when his squirms became desperate before reluctantly rolling to her side. The human gasped at the sudden cold and the fresh air, every breath no longer filled with her fur and scent. The air was still thick with it, and he was still against her as she lay on her side, but the absence of her weight let him notice the difference. The tigress cooed, trailing a paw down his heaving chest down to his limp, soaked member. He whimpered at her touch, which drew a breathless chuckle from her.

"Good boy," she whispered, cupping him possessively and leaning down to kiss his hair. "Will you survive?"

Anon groaned in exasperation, much to Rebecca's delight. "You know if you -- go to hard -- you could pop my balls -- right?" he panted, looking up at her. His eyes bulged when her paw firmed up around his package.

"They seem fine to me," she purred, rubbing her thumb along his lower stomach. The tigress shifted lower to press a kiss on the side of his head, her quiet chuff practically deafening. "I'll be back in the kitchen when you're ready."

"Wait," Anon panted. Rebecca paused, eyeing him curiously when he placed a hand on hers. "What would I get -- for a second batch?"

Her locks fell across her face as she cocked her head. "A second batch?"

"Another -- bun in the oven..."

The tigress' eyes widened, and then she smiled. "I don't know, Anon. Do you have enough dough left?"

"You didn't empty them -- completely," he managed. He huffed and shifted to better give her a side-eye. "...And don't call it that."

The tigress chuckled and kissed him again. "I won't knead them, I promise," she said. "You seem pretty worn out."

"Well getting smushed by a -- giant tiger does that!" he said, earning a giggle. "Are you up for another go?" he asked after a moment.

Rebecca let out a husky purr. "Honey, I could roll back on you and not get up the rest of the day," she said, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "I'm not the one that stops our harness sessions, after all -- am I?"

Anon shivered at the warm breath and low tones. The tigress's eyes were just as teasing when he turned to face her. "T-the straps chafe..."

"Mmm..."

"A-and I can only take so much sauna time in one day," the human added. "Maybe I could last longer i-if you didn't -- wear the sweater and pants over it."

Rebecca's soft curves encroached on him as she leaned in with a deep chuff. "Maybe we'll put that to the test later this week," she whispered. The prickly kiss of her tongue sent electricity through Anon as it scraped across his cheek, lingering there long enough for another rumbling sound of pleasure.

"W-what would I get?" he asked.

"We'll see," she whispered in his ear. "We could probably make some... adjustments... to where the harness puts you..."

"I-I meant for round two..."

The tigress rumbled and withdrew, laying on her side once more. "Maybe some Christmas cake. If you're quick," she said. "The real oven is cooking."

"...Do I need to preheat things again?"

Rebecca lifted a leg to reveal her still-glistening lips. "Still warm from the last batch," she chuffed.

Pulling himself upright was a slight struggle for Anon, given the soft mattress and even softer tigress, but he managed it. Her desired position was clear as her towering leg continued to stand, probably as tall as the human. Mounting her lower one was like straddling the world's softest mechanical bull. Hopefully the ride wouldn't be as rigorous. Rebecca watched him pull into position with a swishing tail and amused purring, her striped thighs rippling with anticipatory twitches. A few bounces of her lower leg helped him slide home.

"Now then," she whispered, reaching down to guide him in, "let's see if you can make me mew..."

The slight shiver that ran through her form gave the human hope. Anon found his starting point with a rock of his hips and set to work, feet pawing for purchase at the lower reaches of her cushiony thigh. Her abundant padding pushed against him after every deep thrust, helping him on the back end of his bounces. He pressed his face hard into the vertical mirror image and grunted into her fur. Rebecca limited her expression of pleasure to a simple, droning hum, modulated by his thrusts. The ripples they caused throughout her curves tingled.

The tigress hissed when he dug his nails into her thigh. The fat squished around his arms, the tension deep beneath it providing a little more leverage. Though she couldn't see his face, Rebecca smiled at the sight; Anon's tight hug only just circled her thigh by mere inches. The nuzzling and grunting he did deepened her satisfaction. She let out a deep sigh and relaxed into the rhythmic pounding, focusing on the bright point of pleasure as her body was rocked back and forth. Truth be told, the tigress had burned off most of her energy in their first wild romp. The waves Anon's thrusts sent through her now were soothing.

Anon felt the tension slowly leave her, but with his face pressed deep in her thigh, he couldn't be sure why. He growled and redoubled his efforts, driving down harder. Rebecca's ears pricked when his hands shifted apart and began to kneed her stripy fur. The extra speed roused her from her mellow state. She looked up just in time for the second meaty slap of her ass that night; Anon felt her tense as she yelped. He grunted at the tightening he felt down below and squeezed her huge cheek, feeling it squish between his fingers.

"A-non!" Rebecca huffed. "You have to earn that!"

Despite her words, the tigress felt a light fluttering in her loins -- and Anon felt it too. He continued his heavy-handed massage as he shifted on her thigh. He hugged her ass as much as her thigh now, eager to push her. Eager to turn the low drone into a yowl, to turn the faint twitching he felt on his dick into a desperate pull. His breath was hot against Rebecca's thigh. She squirmed beneath him a little, a small moan escaping as she tried to give him a better angle. Her relaxing ride was turning into a thrill, her heavy chest heaving. He tail thumped against the sheets in concert with the slapping of their bodies.

Anon's limit came quickly -- possibly because he could breathe. He dug his nails in hard and lowered his grip to try and resist her padding's springy nature. The tigress didn't mew when she felt the end -- but she did grab his legs with a gasp. There was a momentary pause in the human's pulsing as his ankles were yanked out from under him. Then Rebecca strung him tight between her legs and rumbled with satisfaction as it resumed. Anon's own moan bounced as she pulled on his legs like a towel, keeping his member buried deep as his warmth filled her once again.

At the last few ebbs of fluid, the tigress might've let out something resembling a mew.

Fortunately, her husband was too enthralled by her grip to hear it. He reclined on her thigh as he caught his breath, catching her raised leg as it started to fall. "We should -- do that one more often," he groaned.

Rebecca chuffed lazily and gave him a few more tugs. "I'm glad you think so," she purred, savoring his little grunts. "Would you like to stay in it for a while?"

"Not a -- chance. Give me that Christmas cake..."

Rebecca chuckled and squeezed him between her thighs before letting him go free. "I figured that'd be your answer," she teased, rolling to her front and getting up on all fours. "We probably have a little more time..."

She smirked over her shoulder; time was the last thing on her husband's mind, and it was written clearly on his face. The human stared at her swaying rear while he was still in a state of semi-disarray on the mattress. Rebecca's tail flicked high above her twin moons while she savored his gaze, shifting to get a tiny creak from the bed.

"Well?" she purred. "Come here..."

Anon scrambled to his knees and shuffled between her calves. The huge divot her knees made only enhanced the way her rear grew the closer he got; the tigress was big, he knew, but her butt was practically otherworldly. It sent a tickle of intimidation through him as much as he jonesed for it. Rebecca's extreme sensitivity there helped him overcome it. Just the warmth of his body coming close drew a chuff.

The human breathed quiet words of amazement in return. He spread his arms out and gently placed his fingertips on her edges, following the soft arc of her cheeks. Rebecca hummed with a hint of embarrassment as he confirmed her immense width, stretching well past his wingspan, then shuddered when he cupped her lower reaches. His gentle touch on her furry rear was familiar yet never stale. Something about it pressed on her primal pleasure centers. Her muscular tail draped over him and pressed into his back practically on its own.

The tigress's thick cheeks gave pleasingly under Anon's hands as he pushed against them; she shifted her weight back against him with a slight groan. Smaller sounds came when he rubbed her in circles, watching the orange and white fur shake with the motion. He shifted to up and down as her hips went still and her tail twitched against his lower back. If he wasn't so enthralled, he'd have teased her about the light whine when he traced the border between her fur colors. Even the whimper she made when he brushed his nose halfway up her cleft -- as far as he could reach -- didn't phase him.

The cute 'oh!' when he squeezed did, though. Anon hummed with pleasure and kneaded her ass, drawing bright sounds from the tigress with each shift of his palms. She pressed back against him and shivered at his warm breath. Gradually, her upper body lowered as her noises became more throaty. Her eyes fluttered as his hands went along their upward journey. Every inch of her flanks tingled, waiting to be touched. Every tiny handful Anon grabbed sated the urge and sent jolts of pleasure along her spine that made her weak in the knees.

The twin slaps he delivered were like thunderclaps -- both in feeling and in sound. The tiny clap of her cheeks bouncing together was lost in the tigress's girlish meow, but Anon felt it against his chest and face. Rebecca growled with embarrassment right after. The human's deep squeezings and admirable strength did little to delay her descent when she shifted her weight back and sat up. His pleasured groan didn't stop her either. Rebecca let out a small one of satisfaction as she felt him splay out beneath her.

The give of the mattress ensured Anon felt the curve of her rear, bowing his arms in a hopeless embrace. Every creak of the bedframe was amplified in his soft, resonant chamber. Rebecca's cleft kept his centerline from being crushed, but it didn't dampen her overwhelming weight. His exhilarated squirming and gasping earned little more than a huff from the tigress. Her cheeks still stung; smothering him with them gave her some small satisfaction. Her husband's whole world shifted as she settled herself on top of him, rocking side to side and folding her legs just so to give him the full brunt of her backside's plush pressure.

She chuffed despite herself when he managed to slap at the edge of her cheeks. "Oh, no," she rumbled, pressing him deeper with a slight bounce. "You wanted it... now you take it."

Anon had no chance of hearing her but took the extra weight with a pleased whine. The tapping of his hands and the bouncing of his legs between hers wasn't his conscious doing. His whole form vibrated with ecstasy and strain, his arms tingling as he struggled to move them. His panting seeped through the thin fur of the tigress' cleft, sending a shiver through her that he felt in return. If her cheeks were unusually sensitive, her depths were doubly so; tiny chuffs of pleasure escaped her when he nuzzled in even deeper.

He knew he'd gained some goodwill when Rebecca began rocking back and forth along his form. The human took advantage of the tiny air gaps to gasp in her scent and shift his numb arms back to the center of her cheeks, drawing more rumbles as he pawed insatiably. He heard her bright chirp when he kissed her, but the jiggling fat on his face consumed any snark he had. Rebecca reigned in the noises as he continued to paw and smooch along her rear, a low purr backing them all. Anon groaned in response as the tigress continued giving him a tour of her valley that was punctuated with warm, heavy presses.

There was an undeniable deepening of her tone as her pleasure grew. Her eyes shut tighter, her breaths grew heavier and quicker, and her world shrank to her ever-sensitive rear. She froze at the touch of the human's tongue, even her primal chuff caught in her throat. Anon managed a few solid strokes before Rebecca sat back with a beastly groan. She plunged him deep between her cheeks and pinned him in place, guiding his explorations. It was a dance the two knew well, and neither tired of it. Anon savored the taste of her sweat and the texture of her fur, punctuating his licks with breathless kisses and whimpers; Rebecca's whole form tingled at the small human's resistance, the need for him to have tickled every inch of her depths overwhelming.

Anon moaned when he felt the familiar beginnings of a divot against his forehead. He knew the cartography of the tigress's rear well. He nuzzled upwards as much as he could, still at the mercy of her pace. Rebecca noted his eagerness with a breathless chuff. She gathered herself, rubbing in place on him to both ease tension and to tease him -- and maybe to tickle her own libido. She chuckled at the impatient, muffled whimper it earned. He gasped when she lifted up just enough for a tiny airway. Rebecca controlled the shivers from his panting against her and positioned herself with tiny twitches of her hips, saving the big ones for when he was driven home. Her hands shook as she trailed them up her legs to sit up straight. Her tail froze as she took a deep breath, and --

BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!

Rebecca jumped and her fur went bushy; Anon was surprised by the sudden presence of light. He wasn't ready for the tigress's butt as it slammed down off-center. Rebecca cursed, rolling off his face with her ears twitching at every report of the smoke alarm. She leaned down to check that he was alright before sprinting off, leaving him groaning in an ass-shaped crater. The piercing cries of the alarm helped the human get back to his senses, along with the dull throbbing of his nose. He winced when he checked it -- tweaked, but not broken.

He stumbled out of bed with as much urgency as his waning boner would allow. The wind on it made him hiss when he ran to the kitchen. Rebecca had already turned off the alarm and was currently waving away a gray smoke pouring from the oven, her bare form rippling as she coughed. A strong smell of ginger hit him as he went in to help. Soon he was coughing too, unlocking the back door while Rebecca fumbled for oven mitts. The bitter cold when he yanked it open made him yelp. The tigress was mercifully quick with her disposal, setting the tray of blackened gingerbread men on the snowy patio.

Rebecca and Anon watched steam from the snow against the hot tray mingle with the smoke. The human let out a shuddering huff from the cold. He looked up at the tigress's soft whine.

"I-I... I can't remember the last time I b-burned anything..." she said.

Anon leaned against her hip, gently draping an arm around her rear. "We were a bit... distracted," he said quietly. "I think the bread looked fine, at least."

"But I wanted to finish the cookies today..."

"It's not that late, honey! We still can," Anon said. He turned and pressed a kiss to her fur, grunting a little when she leaned into him. Her tail swished behind them as she stared at the charred corpses of her gingerbread men.

"Anon... gingerbread dough has to chill for hours," the tigress whimpered. "I don't want to be up that late..."

"Well, we can do it tomorrow."

"I wanted to be done with the sweets today, Anon!"

The human stifled another grunt as Rebecca leaned further against him, his head pressed halfway into the plush padding of her hip. "Okay, okay -- lets do something else tonight, then, like sugar cookies," he managed.

The tigress stopped her leaning, though she kept him close with a gentle wrap of her tail. "...gingerbread are my favorite..."

Anon rubbed a hand soothingly along her abundant cheeks with a sigh. "We've still got cooking to do during break, don't we?"

"Y-yeah."

"Then we can do it then," he said. "I can do the roast or the lasagna or whatever and you can do your gingerbread." He glanced up at her and rubbed her rear a little harder. "Okay?"

"O-okay," she sighed.

"Relax, Reb. That's what we're supposed to do on break. We got the most important dessert made, anyway."

Her ears flicked at the gentle pat on her ass; her tail tightened around him and she cupped his head in a massive paw.

"Chri--"

"Say it and I'm tearing up your clothes."

"...Holiday hot buns?"

Rebecca sighed. She loosened her grip and rubbed his hair, her tail unwrapping from his torso. "You're so lucky I haven't squished you..."