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As he pulled the truck into the driveway, Russell breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Home at last, nothin' like it. The bull heaved his massive frame out of the driver's seat, stiff from driving the last few hours.

He stretched, trying his best to loosen his tired muscles, inadvertently showing off his full size as well. At 6'5", and over 300 pounds of muscle and pure strength, his fine, dark chocolate fur shining in the light of the streetlamps, he was quite the sight to behold. Unfortunately, as it was after two in the morning, no one was there to ogle.

As he gathered his things from the passenger seat, he noticed a pale blue light coming through the curtains of the front windows. Russell smiled to himself and shook his tired head. If he had to guess, Bruce, his mate, had fallen asleep in front of the TV again.

The faint sounds of the television met his ears as he quietly opened the front door and stepped inside. He set his jacket and bags down on the kitchen floor and moved towards the door to the living room, trying his hardest to make as little sound as possible. With hooves, this wasn't always easily done. Passing through the doorway, he could just make out the top of Bruce's head over the back of the couch. Sure enough, the big tiger was out cold.

Bruce was a bit shorter than Russell, about 6'1, with a very similar frame, heavily built shoulders and arms, with big meat-slab pecs, all easily viewable in the cat's wife-beater. The old shirt along with the cloth basketball style shorts he wore made up Bruce's usual lounge clothes.

The main difference in their looks, species aside, came directly beneath that meaty chest. Russell had always had a naturally strong look to his muscle. His stomach was mostly flat, with a slight outward curve, but no real six-pack to speak of. One of the best ways to describe his build was simply "thick". His body was that of one very familiar with manual labor, like a blacksmith, as opposed to the cut, chiseled physique of Mr. Olympia. Bruce, on the other hand, was substantially larger across the midsection. The tiger had accumulated quite the gut over the years since his youth, not that he minded. He felt it added a certain something to his appeal, and Russ couldn't agree more. In fact, that perfect, round belly of his had been one of the first things that had caught the bull's eye when they first met several years ago.

Bruce's right arm was laid out on the arm of the couch, still clutching his beer. His left hand was in his lap, in front of his stomach, the edge of his shirt pulled up just enough for a tiny bit of his belly to peek through, the longer fur on his belly sticking out. The big lug had fallen asleep mid-scratch. His head hung forward, chin on his chest, and every so often, soft, almost inaudible snores escaped his agape maw. Adorable.

Russell leaned down and planted a light kiss on the tiger's head, right between his ears. Bruce stirred, grunting. He opened his eyes and peered blearily upwards, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he spotted the bull.

Russ returned the smile, bending lower to wrap his arms around the big cat. He started massaging Bruce's chest, working his big thick digits into the muscled pectorals, drawing a moan from the tiger, a look of pure bliss growing on his striped face. The bull nuzzled his head into Bruce's neck, burying his nose in the thick ruff of fur and breathing deeply of the tiger's scent. God, he'd missed that smell.

Bruce brought his right hand up to gently caress the side of Russ' face and toyed with the bull's ear. His other paw explored Russell's arms, loving the feel of the muscle and sinew as it tightened and released, rolling under the bull's velvet fur. Such raw strength was housed there, yet also such sweet, surprising tenderness. It was in that very dichotomy that Bruce found everything he loved most about his mate, both in body, and in heart.

The cat's eyes closed again, reveling in the continuing ministrations of Russell's hands wandering his torso, a low, soft purr slowly and almost involuntarily growing deep in his throat.

Bruce nestled himself back further into Russ' arms, as one of the bull's hands shifted to the tiger's belly, tenderly working in slow circles over the top, just below Bruce's broad chest. At this rate, he'd drift right back to sleep again within minutes.

Instead, Bruce's eyes snapped open again, rousing suddenly from his drowsiness. While Bruce was distracted by all the attention on his stomach, he'd failed to notice Russell easing into a different position behind the couch.

The bull had managed to reach down to Bruce's crotch, grab a handful of tiger junk through the cloth and give a quick, light squeeze. The cat turned his gaze to the right to find Russell's head resting on the back of the couch, a light, devious smirk on his face, his eyes full of mischief. So, it was gonna be one of *those* nights.

Russ stood, giving Bruce a quick peck on his cheek as he did so. Bruce watched as the huge bull made his way around toward the front of the couch, his eyes following every move that big tower of masculinity made as he walked. Russell stopped directly in front of him, the bull's massive frame blocking the TV, silhouetting his hulking form against the glow.

Bruce could barely see more than the outline of Russ' body, the kitchen light faintly illuminating him from the front. He watched as Russell's hands moved to his tie and began loosening it slowly. He pulled it off and tossed it to Bruce, who caught it mid-air.

The tiger held the silk to his nose and took a long whiff, inhaling of the bull's scent as deeply as he could. It was nothing short of intoxicating. A mix of cologne and the subtle hint of the bull's natural, musky essence, it drove Bruce wild, instantly causing a stirring in his loins.

The tiger draped the tie around his own neck, the aroma continuing to waft up to his sensitive nose, fueling his arousal. Meanwhile, Russell moved on to the buttons on his shirt. He began at the top, undoing each button, one-by-one, his eyes never leaving his mate's.

Slowly, yet surely, more and more of his dark brown chest was revealed, pectorals rolling and flexing as his arms moved lower to undo the last few buttons. He flexed his chest, those solid slabs of muscle tightening, literally jumping to attention.

Bruce grinned and slowly nodded his approval, his anticipation mounting by the second. Russ pulled the shirt off his massive shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

He was magnificent. The low light shone softly off the curves and edges of the bull's form, making his fine, dark fur appear almost wet as he moved. He pulled his arms up and flexed hard for Bruce. The bull's biceps ballooned, near orbs of pure muscle, and though he couldn't feel them from where he was, Bruce new they were rock solid.

Russell then turned around, facing that brick wall of a back to the couch and the tiger on it. Bruce lightly bit on his lower lip in suspense as he heard the metallic clink of Russ' belt buckle. Russell turned his head to look back at his mate so he could watch the torture he was putting Bruce through.

The bull began to slowly, so *agonizingly* slowly, slide his pants down his hips, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of his lower half. He smirked to himself as he watched Bruce squirm on the couch, nearly coming unglued watching the show.

The tiger's member had long since reached full mast, the cloth of his shorts tenting sharply over his groin. He watched as the top of the bull's pants slipped lower and lower, a white elastic waistband beginning to show underneath.

However, Bruce realized the band was far too wide for any normal pair of boxers of briefs he'd ever seen his mate wear. Just as his blood-deprived brain made the connection, the very top of Russ' chocolate-furred glutes showed again below the elastic. A jockstrap. Dirty, dirty bull.

Then, there it was. That ass. That glorious, tight, perfect, velvet-coated bubble-butt was finally in full view, save for the long , tufted tail lazily waving back and forth in front of it.

Bruce let out a moan, ending in a near whimper, his need palpable as Russ shifted his weight from one hoof to the other, causing those beautiful, muscle-packed cheeks to tighten, then loosen in turn, before giving them a quick, simultaneous flex, blatantly taunting Bruce as the tiger gazed on lustfully.

Russell turned to face Bruce again. He walked up to his mate, positioning himself between the lounging tiger's wide-set legs. He bent down, bringing his muzzle towards Bruce's own.

Unable to resist, Bruce grabbed a hold of the long tuft of fur that hung from Russ' chin and pulled the bull's muzzle in, quickly closing the last few inches of distance and causing Russell to plant his hands on the back of the couch, bracing himself to catch his balance.

The needy tiger assaulted his love's mouth with his own, slipping his tongue into the bull's open maw. Russell quickly recovered from his surprise and began to push back, tongues dancing, the muscles writhing and caressing one another in a flurry of passion.

They continued the kiss for a few moments more before finally breaking for air. They gazed at one another longingly while attempting to catch their breath. They had missed the intimacy the last few weeks they'd been apart. Both of them needed this release badly, they ached for it... and they wouldn't deny themselves of it any longer.

Russell leaned in again, kissing Bruce more tenderly this time. While their maws locked, Russ began to kneel down before the tiger, Bruce sitting forward to keep the kiss going as the bull moved.

Russ pulled away, but quickly dropped his mouth down slightly to plant a kiss on Bruce's chin. He moved his head lower to his mate's neck, once again basking in the delicious, manly scent permeating Bruce's ruff of fur. He moved his right hand up to the other side of the tiger's neck, running his fingers through the fuzz while he brought his left up to stroke Bruce's right shoulder, then muscular upper arm.

The tiger closed his eyes again, his purr starting back up, louder than before. It reverberated through his form, as he gave in to Russ' touch, allowing the bull to do with him as he would.

Russell kept moving downward, first to Bruce's collar, then the top of his left pectoral, kissing and nuzzling as he went. As he came to the cleft between Bruce's pecs, Russ' hands moved down to the front of the tiger's belly.

He sat up straight again, and looked down at that big ball of a gut. It was gorgeous. He ran his hands over it, up to the top, down either side, then back closer to the navel again.

He looked up at Bruce, who grinned back at him and licked his chops, rubbing his hands on the bull's forearms encouragingly. Few things revved the big tiger's engine like a good belly rub.

Russ turned his attention back to the big, white orb in front of him. He slipped his hands under the edge of the worn wife-beater and began slowly moving them in unison up Bruce's belly towards his chest, the shirt rising with them. He adored rubbing the tiger's stomach and feeling the longer, extra-soft belly fur between his fingers as his hands made their way towards Bruce's chest.

Bruce laid his head back against the cushions, lost in ecstasy. His tongue lolling from his maw, he was the very picture of pleasure-induced stupor.

A decent portion of bare belly showed now, the tiger's shirt having risen well above his navel. Russell placed his left hand on Bruce's waist, lightly petting the tiger's side with his thumb.

He slid his right hand over to the middle of Bruce's stomach and dragged it right through the fuzzy line of long fur that ran from the cat's chest, down his belly and connecting to his crotch, quickly pushing the shirt the rest of the way up.

Bruce helped the bull out by taking a hold of his shirt and pulling it up and out of the way, revealing the thick patch of fur right in the middle between his pecs and the top of his belly.

Russ grinned and buried his nose in that fuzz, once again breathing in that incredible scent. He switched back and forth between kissing and nuzzling, occasionally pausing to drag his broad tongue through the fur.

All the while, Bruce's purring grew steadily louder, his pulsing manhood pressed into Russ' own stomach as the two leaned closer. The cat reached his free hand up behind Russell's head and stroked it, lightly pressing the bull's face closer to his chest.

He closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Russ slip his right pinky finger into his belly-button and toy with it, moving in wide circles before digging deeper in, eliciting adorable grunts from Bruce.

Russell then continued his journey downward, kissing and loving on that big belly, his hands back to roaming around all over the tiger's torso. As Russ moved lower and lower on Bruce's stomach, he began focusing his efforts on getting the tiger's shorts off.

He paused his descent momentarily when he reached Bruce's navel. He began to lick around the edge while his hands worked at the waistband of Bruce's shorts. He couldn't pull them far, though, with the big tiger sitting down. Thinking quickly, he managed to get part of his hand under Bruce's ass and gave his cheek a firm squeeze.

Bruce got the idea and instantly brought his hips up off the couch, shoving his gut roughly into the bull's muzzle. Russell readily took advantage of the movement, in more ways than one. He plunged his tongue as deep as he could into Bruce's navel, getting a few powerful licks inside before Bruce sat back down.

Simultaneously, he'd yanked the cat's shorts free. Bruce's cock, already hard and drooling, bobbed up, free of the cloth as it fell to the floor around his ankles.

Russ took a moment just to admire the tiger's manhood. Bruce was very well equipped, not gargantuan, but perfectly proportioned. Not too long with quite a bit of girth. Bruce was uncut, as was Russell, just the way the bull liked 'em.

Bruce's purrs reached a fever pitch, vibrating through the both of them as Russ grasped the base of the tiger's cock. It pulsed in the bull's grip, a large bead of pre forming at the slit.

Russell lightly squeezed the shaft and slid his hand up towards the head, causing more pre to surface, the clear fluid just beginning to dribble down the underside of the head.

The bull quickly brought his tongue to the tip, catching the oozing pre. It had been far too long since he'd had that taste in his mouth. Russ took the head into his lips and gently suckled, getting all the pre he could.

He ran his tongue directly over the cumslit, back and forth, causing Bruce to breathe in sharply, gritting his teeth and gripping the couch cushions with both paws. Russell started to slowly pump his fist up and down the lower half of Bruce's cock in short, firm strokes.

He worked the other half in his maw, slowly advancing towards the base, getting more and more tiger meat in as he went. Before long, he had enveloped the entire length in his maw, his nose buried in Bruce's crotch fur. Bruce began to buck his hips gently, matching Russ' rhythm as the bull slowly bobbed his head on the tiger's manhood.

Russell pulled his mouth off Bruce's cock with a wet slurp and looked up at his mate. The tiger grinned back at him, practically panting now. His drooling dick twitched in need as the bull rose to his hooves once again.

Russell's jockstrap strained to contain his thick bullhood as it throbbed rock hard with arousal. He motioned for Bruce to lay back, to which the tiger quickly complied.

Russ knelt on the couch behind Bruce, admiring the view. No single part was any more tantalizing than another. From his strong, handsome face, his powerful, masculine chest and arms, that beautiful round gut, the tiger's shirt still riding up past his belly button, revealing that delicious happy-trail of thick fuzz running down the middle to that gorgeous thick cock and plump balls.

And below that was the main event of tonight's festivities: the big cat's delectable pink pucker, nestled between those ample striped cheeks. It all added up to one big, striped, fuzzy mass of masculine beauty.

He edged closer, finally pulling the jock to the side, letting his bullhood stand free in all its glory. It bobbed lightly in the air in time with his quickening pulse, the steady stream of pre already forming a large wet spot on the cushion beneath him.

Russell placed a hand on either of the tiger's spread thighs, slowly pulling Bruce closer. He laid his own cock next to Bruce's and began to slowly hump into the tiger's groin, grinding their shafts together between them.

Bruce groaned as he gripped the cushions behind his head with one hand, reaching up with his other to Russ' chest, feeling the rippling muscle beneath his paw.

Russell pulled his hips back again, both their crotches now drenched in their warm, leaking fluids. The bull slowly stroked his cock, gathering a generous amount of their mixed pre on his hand. He reached his hand up to Bruce's muzzle.

The tiger immediately pulled the bull's thick fingers into his mouth, one by one, suckling each in turn and slathering his own saliva all over Russ' hand. Bruce licked his chops, relishing the musky taste as Russell pulled his hand back from the tiger's maw.

The bull then reached down between Bruce's cheeks and began to tease the cat's tailhole, moistening the entrance with the copious mixture of pre and spit. Bruce arched his back and snarled playfully as he felt the first of Russ' digits push into him to the first knuckle.

Russ grinned as he watched the tiger writhe, then pushed further, slowly pistoning in and out of Bruce's hole. As he slipped a second finger inside, Bruce grunted, gritting his teeth, his tail thrashing beneath him. Goddamn, Russ knew how to work him.

Bruce moaned softly as he felt the the thick fingers leave his now well-lubed entrance. Gripping Bruce's spread thighs, Russ hefted the tiger's rump up into his lap, his cock now resting against Bruce's taint. He repositioned himself until his bullhood was lined up with the tiger's wet pucker. Russ looked to Bruce's face and cocked an eyebrow, awaiting the go-ahead.

Bruce nodded eagerly in response, the warm flesh against his hole alone almost undoing him . With a quick thrust, Russ pushed his head just inside the tight outer ring. Bruce grunted, his cock jumping and spurting pre up over his belly as his hole was stretched.

Try as he might, he could never quite get completely used to that monster. Not that that was a bad thing. He growled again as Russ began to push his length further in, reveling in the slowly building sensation of fullness he loved so much from being fucked by his bull.

Russ moaned as he pressed in deeper, moving his hands up to Bruce's thick waist to caress the tiger's sides. He was hard pressed not to nut right then and there. The warm muscled walls of Bruce's insides gripped and massaged every inch of his cock as he worked inward.

Before long, he hilted, his balls pressed right up against Bruce's ass, near the base of his tail. They were both breathing heavily again by this point. The bull waited for a moment, allowing Bruce's body to adjust to his length.

Sooner than Russ expected, Bruce flexed, squeezing himself around Russ' cock, a wide, lusty grin spread across his muzzle. Kitty was ready for a good pounding.

Russ chuckled and complied, slowly pulling back out until just his head was inside. Swiftly, he slammed his hips forward again, plunging deep into the tiger once more. Bruce yowled, his eyes clenched shut as that ramrod of bull meat ground heavily against his prostate.

Russ repeated once more, pulling out then ramming back in, loving the sounds his mate made. He bent down over Bruce until his muzzle connected with his love's and kissed him deep, flexing his cock inside Bruce, spewing his hot pre-seed into the tiger's bowels.

Russ straightened his back some, still leaning over the tiger as he began working his hips in a slow rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of Bruce's hole at a slowly increasing pace.

Bruce wrapped his legs around Russ' waist and held on for dear life as his mate's thrusting steadily ramped up to a vigorous stride.

Russ looked down and smiled, watching Bruce's gut bounce lightly with their every motion, his fat dick slapping the underside with each move. The bull smacked a firm, open palm on the round belly and rubbed his hand through the thick, lightly dampened fur.

The bull grunted in time with his thrusts as they reached a frenzied pace. He was close. Bruce felt Russ' cock pulsing within him and he knew the bull was right on the edge. He grabbed Russ' chin-scruff again and pulled the bull in and kissed him while he clamped himself down hard around the bull's dick.

Russ made one final thrust, deep and hard, pushing down on Bruce's legs to get as far up inside the cat as he possibly could. He lowed out around the tiger's maw as they kissed, his cock jumping and spasming inside the tiger's ass as his thick, pent-up seed gushed forth.

Gritting his teeth, he drained his balls deep into Bruce, his orgasm rocking his body to the core. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of Bruce. Bruce wrapped his arms around Russell' neck while the bull nuzzled him under his chin.

Bruce lightly tapped his finger on Russell' head, just above his brow. The bull raised himself up on his hands, and looked at Bruce, who had a sheepish grin on his face. Confused, Russell cocked his head at the tiger. Bruce glanced down between the two of them where Bruce's belly and Russell' firm abdomen were pressed together, the tiger's cock sandwiched between.

Russell sat up again, to get a better look at what Bruce was getting at. There was Bruce's cock, still rock hard amidst a generous splattering of their precum, laying against his belly. Finally, it hit him. It was all pre. There was no actual cum on the tiger's gut. His jaw dropped as he stared at Bruce. He hadn't even cum yet. How the fuck the bastard do that?! His dumbstruck stare turned to a surly glower as he crossed his arms over his chest. Bruce gave the most innocent smile he had and raised his hands, shrugging.

Russell huffed and heaved himself up off the couch, his cock slipping out of Bruce's ass. The tiger's eyes crossed as the bull roughly pulled out, his body readjusting to the sudden vacancy. As Russell disappeared behind the couch, Bruce crossed his arms over top his belly dejectedly, practically pouting.

Bruce's ears perked as he heard Russell clear his throat behind him. He sat up and peered over the back of the couch, eyes widening at what met his gaze.

Russell had dropped his jock on the way back and was now completely naked. He was leaned with his right arm propped up against the wall, while his other hand rested on his hip. His ass was stuck out towards Bruce, his tail raised, revealing his dark pucker between those two beautiful, brown globes of beef.

Bruce nearly toppled the couch as he leaped over the back, a surprisingly nimble move for a tiger of his size and age. He dropped to his knees behind Russell, his tongue lolling out at the magnificent sight before him. Russell turned his head back to the wall, bemusedly rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, he grimaced as a rough, and rather unexpected wetness grazed across his tailhole. He bit his lower lip as Bruce continued to slather his hole with his heavily textured tongue. The tiger swirled his tongue around, moistening every inch of the dark pucker and surrounding fur. He grabbed the base of Russell's tail for leverage and dove deeper, finally working his tongue an inch or two past the bull's tight ring.

Russell groaned heavily and pushed his rump back into the tiger's face, assisting Bruce's delving as best he could. Bruce withdrew his tongue with a wet pop and grinned, gripping a handful of bull ass in each paw and kneading the thick muscle roughly.

He then turned his attention to the bull's hefty sack and rapidly-hardening prick hanging between his legs. He licked his chops as he hunkered himself lower for better access. Bruce gently cupped the bull's sack in his paw, hefting the weighty orbs in his palm as he began to roll them, periodically tugging lightly. Russell huffed, his head hanging between his extended arms as he braced himself against the wall.

The bull was hard again in no time. Bruce let go of Russell's balls and admired his handiwork. The bull's cock pulsed slowly, already dripping again. Bruce pulled the bullhood down, almost perpendicular to the floor, juuuuuuust to the point where it started to hurt.

The tiger leaned in and used his tongue to tease the oozing head, playing with the cumslit. He then began to drag his tongue slowly up the length of the shaft to the base until his tongue was lapping at the bull's sack. He pulled one of the heavy orbs into his maw and suckled gently, massaging it with his tongue. He let it fall from his mouth again, returning to the head of the bull's meat for another long pass up its length.

This time he continued further, dragging his tongue over the bull's scrotum, right along the cleft. Bruce continued on his path, over the taint and back up to Russ' tailhole. He ran his tongue a few more times over Russell's entrance. In response, the bull lightly stamped is hoof on the floor, growing impatient.

Bruce grinned as he felt Russell's bullhood twitch in his palm before finally letting it go. It bounced back up to attention, splattering pre-cum and saliva on the wall as it went.

Bruce stood up, taking in every inch of the gorgeous view before him as he rose. He smacked the bull's ass, to which Russell responded with a tight grunt. Bruce placed both hands on the bull's hips and guided his thick shaft to Russell' wet, winking hole.

He pushed in, curling his toes against the floor as he went, the bull's tight passage gripping his rod exquisitely. Russell groaned, long and low as his ass was split by his lover's cock. He pushed his hips back into Bruce's own to speed up the process, needing the tiger inside him. Finally, he was in, Bruce's balls resting against Russell' larger pair, his gut weighing down on the small of the bull's back.

He laid himself down on top of Russ, wrapping his arms around his torso. His paws wandered all over Russell's immaculate chest, occasionally tweaking the bull's hard nipples as they stood out from his dark brown fur.

Russell ground his hips against Bruce, doing all he could to work the tiger's cock deeper inside him. Bruce moved his hands lower, eventually finding the bull's throbbing meat. With his right paw, Bruce hooked his thumb over the base while reaching his fingers down to take a hold of the bull's balls, rolling, massaging, even gently squeezing them. With his left, he gripped the bull's shaft, pumping and twisting slowly along the length, milking out even more pre which splattered in a rapidly growing puddle on the floor.

Bruce then slowly rocked his hips, beginning short, shallow thrusts deep in the bull's ass. He quickened his pace while he licked and nibbled at Russell's neck and shoulders, savoring the delectable taste of his lover's musky hide. Bruce growled deep in his throat and picked up his pace, slowly hastening the speed of his thrusting.

Russell groaned in response, his bullhood jumping in Bruce's hands each time the tiger's cock ground into that special spot, every hit driving him closer and closer to his second release.

Russell grit his teeth, eyes screwed shut as the combination of Bruce's expert ministrations on his cock and the tiger's relentless assault on his tailhole finally pushed him over the edge. He let out another deep bellow as his cock spasmed in Bruce's grip, pelting the wall with rope after thick rope of his milky seed. Waves of pleasure rolled through his body, coursing out from his groin, causing him to tighten down hard on the tiger's member buried beneath his tail.

The extra pressure proved too much for Bruce. He released the bull's meat and grabbed onto Russell's hips and pulled the bull to onto him as hard as he could. Bruce straightened his back and pounded into Russ furiously, over and over, his own hips colliding with the bull's ass as their balls smacked together lewdly.

His growl built in his throat, escalating along with his humping towards his impending climax. At last, Bruce threw his head back and roared triumphantly as he slammed home, deep and hard, one last time. He bucked his hips, driving deep inside the bull and coating his insides in hot tiger spunk.

As his orgasm subsided, he lovingly rubbed Russell' lower back as the bull recovered from his own release. He pulled out, some of his cum leaking out around his softening cock and dribbling down the bull's taint. Russell straightened again, and turned around to face his mate. He smiled, reached up, and stroked Bruce's face and planted a light kiss on the tiger's forehead. Bruce closed his eyes sleepily and leaned his head into the bull's hand, his purr once again kicking in.

The pair made their way back around to the front of the couch, supporting each other, both finally exhausted. Bruce laid down first, flopping on his back with his head on an arm-rest, then motioned for Russell to join him. The bull lowered himself down on top of his mate, laying himself between the tiger's legs. He wrapped his burly arms around Bruce's back and hugged him close. The bull rested his head on the cat's belly and nuzzled closely into his big fuzzy gut, the best pillow in the world. Bruce leaned his head back and shut his eyes, still purring as he gently scratched the back of Russell's head. In no time at all, both were out cold, their spent forms finally giving in to the tired afterglow.