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Now, sometimes it's hard to write stories. Sometimes you have false starts and stops and you just kinda stall and that's the end of the story. But sometimes you just get the image of a mood, or a situation, that you just...want to write down, and it goes on from that point on. So here, six thousand words later...well, take a look and tell me what you think!

Have a fun read!

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A whiff of the wolf's cigarette smoke entered the living room, despite the swiftness the grey-furred male expressed when he slipped through the door he had left open a crack, and then entered into the comfortable warmth within. Rain-washed city light gloomed through the thin drapes that covered the windows that would've otherwise given a view out to the small balcony. They'd sat there a few times, when it was still warmer, and it felt alright to drag the coffee and breakfast plates out to the tiny extension of the small city apartment.

Back when Earl still had the beanbag.

The wolf rubbed his chin as he crossed the few steps, past the flatscreen TV and navigating around the low, black coffee table that held the empty wine bottle and glasses with a sip left on each. Earl had even lit a candle for the occasion, one of those thick ones that let out a sandalwood scent when it burned on top of a stylishly old flower-pattered plate that was either irony or retro chic. It was also an excuse to turn off the lights and leave on the couple of spots Todd had helped him put up to highlight the abstract piece of art that hung on the opposite wall. It looked like a picket fence, but twisted, black, and with extension cord plugs hanging from it. The wolf had told the tiger that he was out of his mind for actually screwing that thing onto the wall.

Todd pulled out a red paper napkin from his pocket and blew his nose into it, loud as a trumpet, before he stuffed the crumbled accessory back where it belonged and sat onto the wolf-shaped expression on the couch. The tiger tilted his head companionably to the side and smiled, briefly, showing a hint of teeth. They hadn't been that bright in years, they both knew, not after a long-due visit to the dentist and his special tools. Earl's gums still tingled at the memory, and so did his wallet, but at least his little concession for vanity had paid off.

"That damn construction work is still doing my allergies in," the wolf snuffled, his sinuses clear for now and expelling nicotine-scented air. "The office is clogged with sawdust and drywall and God knows what shit."

Earl thrummed his fingertips against the armrest of the couch, stretched his fingers out, observed the flexing of his knuckles, and let out a pleasurable purr at the sensation. His tail was comfortably coiled around one of his outstretched legs, and did not forget to flick while another smile appeared.

"Have you been taking your Benadryl?" the tiger questioned.

The wolf yawned and scratched his chest, especially over the patch of grey that was visible from his open neck shirt. His eyes trained themselves at the tiger and reflected the wine.

"My eyes would be bloody red without my eye drops," Todd rumbled. "Of course I do. Just can't get rid of this sneezing and this cough."

The wolf cleared his throat, and the sound was sharp enough to make the tiger's ears flick up and down rapidly. His calm expression remained, as did an arm, casually draped over his own belly, while he sat comfortably on his favorite corner of the black Bauhaus leather loveseat.

"You could quit smoking, too."

Todd flicked his tail against the tiger's nearby ankle and kept on scratching.

"I've tried the gum," the wolf shrugged.

The tiger gave him a curious look.

"When?"

Todd rubbed his chin as the perfect image of a thoughtful lupine, before he came up with an answer.

"About five months ago, maybe, when Kyle told me he didn't like me smoking," the wolf explained.

The tiger chuckled heartily and elbowed the portly wolf crashed on the couch next to him. The statement he had just heard seemed to be awfully funny, though Todd, rather, raised his brow and rumbled at the sudden delighted reaction.

"Humph," he grunted.

Earl licked his lips.

"Guess you quit Kyle before you quit smoking, huh?" the tiger winked.

Todd puffed out his cheeks in a breath that ended in an all too characteristic bout of dry coughing, which he did into the safety of his fisted paw, and then rubbed his side when he was done. Earl gave him the privacy needed by picking up his glass of wine and enjoying a nice sip while Todd regained his breath. The wolf folded his paws together and placed them over his belly.

"He quit me before the gum worked," the wolf stated. "Then I felt a bit rough and I couldn't be bothered anymore. Meh."

The wolf yawned and watched from the corner of his eye how the tiger licked his lips after emptying his wine glass. Earl even wiped his muzzle on the back of his paw as he settled back to his corner. Always the left one, the wolf noted. There had to be an indentation the shape of his ass on that side of the couch, he was sure of that. Maybe he should ask the tiger to stand up so that he could tap the leather and search for it with his paws. Todd couldn't be bothered to move from where he sat, belly comfortably warm with wine, and his cravings sated.

"Yeah," Earl mused.

"Meh," the wolf stated again, staring at the shadows the flicking candle made against the backdrop of the semi-transparent drapes covering the balcony windows. "It wasn't going anywhere anyway."

Earl nudged the wolf's thigh with his knee.

"Quitting smoking or you and Kyle?"

"Both," the wolf yawned.

"I'm sorry."

Todd snorted and gave him a look.

"No you're not," he said. "We both know what it was and how the novelty wears off eventually. We were just about done, anyway."

The tiger let out a deep grumble and closed his eyes as he pressed his head against the wall. Earl observed the not too comfortable angle and shrugged. He wished there was more wine, but that would've meant opening his extra emergency reserve, and he wasn't quite there yet.

"Did you want it to be more than what it was, then?"

Todd cracked open one of his blue eyes and gave the tiger a lopsided look before his gaze again turned inwards and disappeared beneath dark skin. His paws rode his chest as he breathed, slowly, the way you're supposed to, in candlelight.

"I'm 41 years old," the wolf murmured, "I was regularly fucking the tight ass of a 19-year-old Starbucks worker who dreams of studying drama and design in a good university and who has a Gangman Style ringtone on his phone. I get the feeling that the chances of it being more were fucking slim."

Todd yawned and was still again.

"Point taken," the tiger rumbled.

"I heard a rumor that he's been doing it with Warren recently."

The tiger's ears perked and he let out another rumble.

"Didn't think of Kyle to be of that type, from what you told."

Todd snorted and suppressed another bout of cough with some heavy-duty snuffling that made his whiskers shake rapidly.

"Humph. I'm all for buying a guy a meal or a drink but I can't compete with Warren."

"Do you want to?"

The wolf finally opened his eyes and trained them at the tiger looking at him across the foot or so of still air between their muzzles.

"Not particularly, no. I don't have that kind of cash."

Earl winked.

"And here I thought you didn't have the patience to survive guys that are shallow enough to trade ass for new clothes from a sleazy boar."

The wolf snorted, watching how the sudden rush of air made the tiger's glimmering whiskers shake. The aroma of tobacco was still strong enough to cause the familiar aversive reaction in the striped male, who cleared his nostrils with an up-directed puff of air that was accompanied by a purr-tinged rumble.

"I didn't know he was that shallow at the time."

"Doesn't going out with you count as shallow?" Earl suggested.

The wolf snapped his tail against the tiger's calf. The sudden touch caused the leg to jump up. The newly propelled knee hovered in their field of view for a moment before the footpaw landed on the carpet again. Earl rubbed his knee and kept on smiling.

"As long as they don't expect me to pay for the pleasure of having them around," Todd stared.

"Or simply pay for the pleasure..."

Todd's shaggy-furred paw tapped against the tiger's round muzzle, with some weight, but without violent intention. Just a manly brush of knuckles against someone to tell them that they were pissing you off, a little. The tiger let out an equally manly rumble in reply and twisted his head to the side to dodge the attack. Their tails exchanged blows as well, before they relaxed against the carpet again. Their owners stared at one another.

"I'm not that desperate for it, Earl."

"Didn't think you were," the tiger smiled.

"Humph. Pass me that wine, please? I can't be bothered to move."

Earl chuckled and leaned over just enough to grab the tall glass and place it within the wolf's paw's reach. Todd rolled it on his palm and made the burgundy liquid swirl, as if he was appreciating the bouquet of a very fine drink and not something from the saver's shelf.

"I read about this thing called Yiffer the other day," the tiger mused while he watched the wolf play with his drink.

"What's that? A sex toy for desperate furs?" Todd snuffled.

Earl chuckled.

"Not quite," the tiger replied. "It's something you download onto your phone, and you make a profile, like on Facebook, kinda, and the only purpose of the program is to find guys who want to have sex."

The wolf's ears perked out of his semi-stupor, and his paw stopped halfway in the act of depositing his sip of wine into his muzzle.

"Sounds like the average gay chat room to me."

"This one's more," Earl waved his paw abstractly. "It uses some sort of GPS tracking to show you guys who are logged into the system in your vicinity and on the look for some action. Then you can just hit each other up with text messages or something like that and hook up."

Now the wolf finished his glass and sat down still again, contemplating the taste and the words he had just heard.

"So it's something you can use to spy on gay guys..."

Earl chuckled.

"Those who are on the prowl at least, I guess."

The wolf gave the tiger a pensive look.

"What happened to buying your trick a drink first?" he mused. "At least our generation pretends to be civil about fucking. What's that kind of a thing gonna do to the kids' heads?"

The wolf snorted and made a face.

"I mean, it's like...I don't know...like walking up to someone in a gay bar and just saying 'I know you want to fuck, let's go somewhere to fuck', or something," the wolf's tail swished against the floor. "And if the kids think that's the way to go about doing it...instant gratification..."

Earl chuckled and patted the wolf's thigh with his warm, big paw.

"Hey there, now," the tiger snickered. "It's not like we went out holding hands and drinking chocolate milk shakes for introductions in our time..."

Todd barked out a laugh.

"Oh for crying out loud," the wolf muttered, wine in his eyes and his voice.

The tiger squeezed the wolf's arm and grinned.

"Come on, Todd," Earl accused. "You can't claim you didn't go a bit misty-eyed there..."

Todd sniffed.

"What's nostalgic about that time, then, besides the fact that we were young and tight-assed studs?" the wolf huffed. "Political turmoil, horrible haircuts, worse clothes, bad TV, and everyone scared shitless of AIDS. If someone heard you were gay they might as well have put on protective gloves or something. Like you could catch it from just looking at a faggot."

"Well it hasn't been quite that bad in a long time anymore, has it now?" the tiger mused.

The wolf shrugged.

"I guess not, but the kids still ought to learn a lesson from it."

Earl rubbed his paw over his friend's arm and reached his shoulder where his paw remained, companionably, while he looked at the newly agitated wolf carefully.

"They're pretty damn lucky that they don't have to live through that kind of shit," he said. "And maybe we should learn a bit from them, too."

"Like what?" the wolf sounded dubious.

"I dunno," the tiger mused, "like how to install that Yiffer thing..."

Todd blew a raspberry at the tiger and flicked his tail ticklishly against the tiger's ankles. Earl purred and squeezed on the wolf's shirt-clad shoulder, and enjoyed listening to the deep rumbles coming from the wolf's ample chest.

"Didn't we just agree that we aren't that desperate, Todd?" Earl suggested.

Todd rolled the wine glass on his palm again and stared at the one remaining drop at its bottom. He didn't seem convinced.

"Well, I'm telling my ex how my toyboy left me for an uglier but much richer guy...I suppose that could count as pretty desperate," Todd said.

Earl shook his head softly.

"How about me then?" he rumbled. "I haven't even hit the bars in...oh...three months or so. Been feeling too much like a housecat to do that."

Todd glanced at the paw resting on his shoulder and then gave a one-sided shrug.

"We all have our dry patches."

"What you need is a nicotine patch," Earl patted the wolf's shoulder.

Todd rumbled in an apparently mimicry of a car accelerator as he captured the tiger's paw and held it by the wrist while he leaned close to the fellow male and huffed a terrible-smelling breath all over his face. Earl snorted and made hurt pouty-lips and flicked his ears.

"And here I was hoping for an understanding ear, and instead you make fun of my vices and my weight..."

Earl smacked his lips together loudly and smiled.

"I only told you that you look like a healthy-sized man when you stepped through the door!" the tiger carried on the pouting.

The wolf flicked his pointed ears.

"You know I'm a big drama queen when it comes to my weight..."

"Some things never change," the tiger spoke sweetly.

The wolf's eyes gleamed.

"Perhaps so..." he remarked dryly.

Earl didn't resist when the wolf's lips touched his in a rather wine-flavored kiss that lingered on until both of them needed to catch a breath...and unsurprisingly, it was Todd who needed it first. A few inches appeared between them, but only just, so that they could look at one another without eyes crossing. Earl let out a rumble and blinked rapidly.

"Kissing your ex now, Todd?" the tiger murmured.

The wolf's paw was swift in cupping the back of the tiger's neck.

"Never stopped wanting to," the wolf husked close to the tiger's lips.

Earl allowed himself a purr, and a squeeze, over the wolf's nearby paw, the same one that had held his previously and now simply rested against his striped thigh. Todd curled his fingers about to meet the touch.

"Now you're trying to sweet talk me."

"I'm a bit drunk," the wolf declared before licking the tiger's lips.

He couldn't help but gasp now, at the wet, quick sensation washing over his sensitive skin. His cheeks were starting to get warm. Other parts of him were starting to get warm, too, the tiger noticed, lingering in the moment. The shape of the lips was familiar, as was the angle of attack, the way how the wolf tilted his head a little to accommodate Earl's shorter, rounder muzzle. Even the flavor was distinct, combined with Todd's musk, and the results of his bad habit.

Paws moved quickly, to run through head furs, arms, over backs that needed no introductions, making warm streaks and passes over shirts and hair. The kiss continued and didn't even stop when Earl made a clumsy attempt to pull the wolf on top of him on the couch. There wasn't much room all told and it ended up into a rather ungraceful pile of two heavily breathing males eating out each other's muzzles, but it was fine for them. They could kiss, rub, make out and thrust their hips together until Earl's back began to remind him of its existence, and the somewhat numb sensation prompted a switch of positions.

"Hmmmmm...."

Earl pushed the wolf down and covered him with his own body, knees hugging his thighs while his bulging groin rubbed insistently over the wolf's own similar offering. The silky sensation of his underwear on his skin, the pressure, the warm furs and the musk all added up and soon added more heat into their actions, their touches, gripping paws, lips, and panting.

Todd's paws pushed on the tiger's armpits and put a foot between them, so that the two heavily breathing males could speak, and look at one another. The tiger's thick package rested against the heaving-chested wolf's own. Todd grinned and ran his paws down the tiger's sides and gripped his hips.

"Get this off," he breathed.

The tiger smiled, briefly, and wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it side. He slung his shoulders back and presented himself, still kneeling over the wolf whose paws were instantly drawn to the double landmarks that were the little barbell piercings on each of the tiger's nipples. At first he simply covered them, cupping those pierced dark nubs while he pawed over the striped, sizeable pecs, and grinned when he felt the purr rising, as much as he heard it. His tail flicked from side to side and he breathed heavily, purring even more as the wolf smiled mischievously and curled his fingers, to pet the tiger's chest.

"Heheh," Todd rumbled.

"Hmmmmm," Earl threw his head back and simply enjoyed himself, riding the wolf with gentle thrusts of his hips for their mutual joy, while the wolf sought out and twisted the little barbells of joy.

The sound Earl made was close to a snarl as flashes of pleasure mixed with near-pain coursed through his body, a sensation so warm and hot that it seemed like the temperature in the room had gone up. It wasn't a co-incidence that he had chosen to modify those parts of his body, to make his extra-sensitive nubs even more easily stimulated with the help of their little metallic accessories. The heavy tiger's paws soon slung over the wolf's head, against the armrest, as he leaned down, the tall male plastering his lips against the leering wolf's.

"Hmpphphphp!"

Todd's paws remained where they were, though now sandwiched between their heaving bodies. The flexing of those hot muscles and the sounds the tiger made when he teased his impaled nubs were a massive turn-on, and had the wolf's cock drooling into his underwear. Judging by the familiar feline musk, the tiger wasn't far behind, either.

They kissed again, hotly, bodies rocking together while the dry-humping became more and more slick, though contained by their clothing, for now. The tiger's bare furs rubbing over the tiger's chest soon had his skin itching deliciously, and making him want more of the same, and then some. More intimate, and warmer, and more musk, too, that was what the wolf wanted while he played with the tiger's tits for a few moments more before his paws migrated along his sides to cup the tiger's ass.

Earl purred easily and pushed his hips backwards to meet the eagerly exploring paws, his tail smacking the side of the couch and the coffee table, but he wouldn't mind. He wasn't breaking anything, yet. Maybe Todd's back, though. The quarters were indeed becoming somewhat crowded.

"Let's get you to bed, big guy," the tiger declared as he pushed himself up with the help of his paws as a prop.

Todd grabbed the tiger's tail and gave it a yank.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Their paws never left each other's asses while they made a strange four-legged ramble into the bedroom through the open doorway. Todd might have been walking backwards into the dark room, but he still knew when to stop so that he knew where to make a little turn so that once they landed on the bed, the wolf was on top.

He didn't stop for a moment, but when on sniffing and rubbing his nose and lips all over the tiger's neck and his chest, dipping into the armpits for good whiffs of hot manly musk and sweaty tang over his tongue, before he reduced the big tiger into a mewling kitten with careful tugs on his nipple bars, with his eager lips, of course. The tiger held onto the wolf's head and stroked his flicky ears while his body craved for more stimulation and more...everything, and his paws could only do as much.

"Ohhh fuck..."

Todd was busy marking a wet trail between the tiger's hefty pecs, but lifted his head enough so that both of them could see each other's eyeshine in the almost dark room. The wolf was definitely grinning, and his wagging tail made a swish-swish-swish sound in the air behind them. The bedsprings practically trembled in synch with Earl's purrs.

"You're still one damn sexy piece of beef, Earl," the wolf growled lustily, practically drooling over the tiger's chest valley.

Earl snorted and humped his hips upwards, so that his cock thrust against the wolf's chest.

"Why don't you get a taste of your favorite piece of tiger meat before it goes up your ass?" the tiger rumbled roughly, looking down over his messy chest at the lolly-tongued wolf.

Todd growled and flicked his ears up and down sharply.

"Who ever said you were gonna top, Earl?" the wolf rumbled darkly.

Earl grabbed the wolf's muzzle with his paw and gave his jaws a small squeeze, not enough to hurt, but to be felt. Todd's ears flattened.

"The tiger who thinks that your ass has been sorely neglected while you kept on pounding that little twink's tight hole," Earl slurred hotly.

The wolf scurried backwards on the bed and began to paw blindly over the tiger's waistline.

"Fair enough," he snorted, and dipped his head down to nuzzle the tiger's bulge while his fingers worked the fly and the zipper.

The tiger laid back easily and enjoyed the rush of hot air. It felt great, even through the fabric of his pants that was soon peeled off by the wolf's eager paws. The wolf made a thump when he was suddenly standing on the foot of the bed and pulling on Earl's pant legs. He squirmed his rump to make it easier for the wolf to pull them all the way off, and smiled when the wolf tossed them to the side...and went for his own fly.

"Get those pants off, I wanna see if yours has shrunk any since the last time I saw it" the tiger snarled, simply because it was a fun thing to do while lying naked on a bed and watching someone undress.

Todd chuckled and did a fine job with his buttons despite the urgency and his intoxication.

"I could always dip it in your ass so that you can be sure that it's still as big as ever."

Earl chuckled.

"You sure ain't lost any of your modesty."

The wolf's belt buckle tingled when he shucked the pants down to the floor and stepped out of them, followed by his underwear and his shirt in quick succession of lupine moves that ended up with him crawling back up to the bed and pushing a under the tiger's long, striped tail. Earl rumbled.

"Todd...."

The wolf began to nuzzle the tiger's prominent, barbed erection, one paw fondling his nice, fuzzy balls while the other paw dwelled in his buttcrack and teased the little hole zealously hidden in the crevice of the rump. He got a smack of tail over his arm, but the tiger's purrs and moans only intensified when his tongue joined the fun in licking over the tiger's silky length.

"I know your asshole is like your nipples, Earl," the wolf huffed against the tiger's folded sheath, "just a little...tickle...and you're purring..."

He rubbed his leathery fingerpad around the pursed, hairy opening, and got the sound he was looking for in rapid succession of deep purrs from the hotly running tiger. It almost sounded like Earl was about to retort something to the wolf's earlier teasing remark, but once he got lupine lips around his barbed tip, nothing else really mattered but petting the wolf's ears and enjoying the ride. His spare paw found a nipple and began to roll the little steel spheres about, a move that created that very special tugging sensation that soon had him rumbling even more and bucking his hips to meet the slobbery muzzle going up and down on him and the pressure of that finger probing his hole. The wolf was definitely not swallowing any of his salvia while he sucked on the warm, cozy treat in his muzzle and played with the tiger's big balls.

The tiger's voice had gone down another notch when he spoke again, and tugged on the wolf's ears.

"Swing that tail of yours up here, Todd. I'm gonna have a taste before I dip," Earl licked his lips.

Todd pulled his muzzle of the tiger's tool with an exaggerated slurp and grinned like the proverbial cat.

"Thought you never asked."

The bed squeaked again with the big wolf's weight added on it, and undulated when he positioned himself on all fours over the tiger. Todd's grin never disappeared when he re-located the thick cock pulsing against the tiger's stomach and lifted it up for a nice slobbery French kiss, just as he hiked up his own tail accordingly.

Earl smacked his lips and enjoyed the musky scent and the very sight of the presented rump, inches from his muzzle like some sort of a very obscene all you can eat buffet. His paws began to rub on the wolf's ass cheeks, and his tongue decided on the wolf's bouncy balls as the appetizer. Todd was soon rumbling around the dick slowly sinking into his muzzle, and the tiger purred, his nose buried in the musk of the wolf's taint. The wolf's heavy, knotty cock was even tickling his own soft-furred jaw, bouncing up and down from the wriggling of that grey bastard's hips.

Well, alright, the wolf's blowjob-giving abilities were greatly reduced by the time Earl began to kitty-lick Todd's tailhole, but nonetheless, the moans and the grumbles felt great resonating through his throbbing meat. The tiger's muzzle was buried deep between the wolf's hefty rump cheeks, hugged warmly into to his heat and plastered against his forbidden hole with practiced intensity. He rolled, circles, prodded and slobbered and made the wolf into a veritable living vibrator whom sucked on the prodigiously leaking ,barbed, tongue-numbing pillar of feline joy in his hot wine-flavored muzzle.

It was getting a but much, soon, though, and Earl gave the wolf's shiny pucker a parting kiss before he smacked the wolf's ass with his paws and rested his head back on a pillow.

"I'm getting too close, buddy," the tiger rumbled, "You better saddle up or it's gonna blow."

The wolf flapped his tail against the tiger's muzzle and awkwardly crawled forward so that he could plant himself onto a kneeling position hovering over the tiger's lap, with one paw reaching down to jerk off his own thick cock while the other grabbed onto Earl's and pulled it up to a vertical position. The tiger's ears flicked at the slick noise of the wolf's paw going back and forth on his own meat, and purred at the sensation of the padded fingers guiding his pointed tip between the wolf's spit-lubed cheeks.

"You want it rough?" Earl growled, flashing teeth.

"Just like the old days," Todd hissed between his teeth, hips bucked backwards to rub their bare flesh together.

Earl put his paws onto the wolf's meaty thighs and gave them enough of a squeeze to let the big male feel the clawtips.

"Fine by me."

His tip leaked another glob of pre against the wolf's pucker and got it smeared about there by the wolf's fingers guiding his tip around. It rubbed a circle around Todd's hole and then centered on it, and the wolf began to bear down. He even forgot jerking himself off and instead put his paw flat over the tiger's belly.

"Hoo boy..."

The stocky wolf's insides quivered as the pressure grew, but there was just enough spit and pre polish in place to let the tiger's barbed, spiny tip pierce through his gates of joy and then, aided by gravity, some lust, and a few well-placed snarls and a buck from Earl's hips, he took several inches of the surprisingly thick feline dick. He grunted and his paw fell from the tiger's shaft, now buried halfway in, and instead he gripped the tiger's hip and held onto him tightly. His pucker massaged the shaft lodged inside it, as if trying to force it out still, and failing.

"Come on..."

Earl gave the wolf's broad hips a little tug to encourage him to go further, and the wolf, breathing hard as he was, complied by bucking his hips down and simply sitting down on the tiger's cock until Earl's fuzzy balls nestled themselves into the wolf's ass crack. The wolf's canine tail trashed against the bed and he let out a softly cussed "fffffuck!"

"Yeah..."

"Ahhh..."

Their masculine grunts and huffs filled the bedroom, much like the musk that they were putting out with their sheer sexual lust. Todd was leaking onto the tiger's belly as much as the tiger oozed into his speared rump, and their nostrils flared with heavy breaths that carried in the scent and prompted them further action.

Todd was smiling again as he leaned over the wolf, pushed his knees back a little for better leverage, and let his paws land on top of the tiger's pectoral muscles again, so that his extra sensitive nipples again rested in the warmth of his palms. His tail tickled the tiger's spreads legs and his knees hugged his thighs, and most of all, his body welcomed the presence of that warm piece of meat making a mess of his rarely as of late visited insides.

"Come on, tit man, fuck your ex so that he won't be walking right for a week!" the wolf slurred, hunched over the tiger's body.

Earl let out an aggressive grumble and grabbed the wolf's hips even tighter than before, claws definitely prickling against skin now. His own hips rolled and jammed his cock against the wolf's prostate, causing a veritable spurt of pre to come out of his swaying dick and onto Earl's chest.

"Move that lazy ass, then, you're too heavy for me to do all the work, Jesus Christ!"

Todd chuckled all too roughly and began to grope the tiger's chest in a prelude to some more intense play.

"Don't you speak the name of our Savior in vain..." the wolf mused.

Then he yanked each of the tiger's nipples 180 degrees, and bucked his hips up and down while squeezing down on Earl's length with his nifty inner muscles. The tiger's tail lashed out like a whip and his grunting purr filled their ears up to max.

"Fuck!" the tiger's claws almost tore into the wolf's skin as the pleasure-pain slowly ebbed away with the reduction of the wolf's mischievous grip on him, and his brain got the chance to concentrate on the feelings coming from his groin instead.

"I...am!" the wolf panted as he fucked himself to distraction on the tiger's burgeoning tool stuffed up his chute.

The hot, squishy action over the barbed length of his cock and the warm soreness emanating form his chest were enough to reduce the tiger into simply purring instead of replying anything more coherent, and hence he simply laid back and allowed the wolf to ride him, slow and deep strokes going in and out of his hot body while their bodies generated sweat and musk and all kinds of interesting friction.

The bedsprings helped with propelling their two bodies, up and down, bucking and twisting against one another in the intensity of their unplanned sex. The wolf rolled his hips and took the dick into himself from various angles, so that the barbs could rake against his walls and stretch out his hole into the point of pain, before he simply sat back and relaxed again, and easily enjoyed the throbbing presence inside his body that seemed to reach all the way up to his navel. His cock drooled and swayed around freely, and his paws made their own brand of love to the tiger's prized nipples, with little yanks and pulls and squeezes that had the tiger soon mewling and thrusting up into the wolf's rear.

They'd done this enough times for Earl to know when the wolf was getting close, and hence, it came as a no surprise to either one of them when he grabbed Todd's bouncing erection and began to stroke him off, even while the wolf still fucked himself hard on the tiger's shaft, and his fingers played with Earl's swollen buds on his heaving chest. Todd let out a satisfied rumble and began to shift his hips even more rapidly than before, essentially now also fucking into the tiger's grip and the warm, nice tunnel it provided.

"NHhhhhhhh..."

Earl purred, and squeezed hard on the wolf's dick, near the swollen knot, and thrust as hard as he could with the majority of the wolf's weight on him. The heat had reached the boiling point.

The tiger found a certain amount of pride in the fact that the wolf came first, from the good pounding in his rear and the talented teasing of his knot, which had the added effect of creating a remarkably tight grip between Earl's dick and the wolf's nice, friendly asshole. He was practically sucked in by the wolf's orgasm that erupted out of him in a series of wheezing grunts and splashes of hot seed that painted a whole new set of stripes over the tiger's chest. His hotly humped hole soon got the same treatment and got filled up to the brim with pent-up cat cum that pooled into warm heat inside his newly fucked rump.

They remained together for a moment, and then Todd rolled over and onto his back on the bed.

On the left side, his old side, of course, out of muscle memory or something, the tiger thought, watching the wolf lift a paw over his muzzle to suppress a cough. Earl shuffled a little to the right to give both of them equal room and tried his best to enjoy the afterglow before the cum all over his body would start getting sticky and cold. The wolf looked back to him and snorted.

"Guess what I'd really like now..." Todd muttered.

Earl snuffled.

"Some habits never change," the tiger mused as he scratched his messy belly.

"It's damn cold out there, though..."

"You're not smoking in bed, Todd," Earl flicked his ear sharply at the wolf. "No way in hell I'm letting you ruin another painstakingly bought series of home decoration textiles."

Todd retaliated by finger-flicking against the tiger's nearest chubby nipple. That brought out a hiss.

"Is that why you broke up with me?" the blue-eyed wolf suggested.

Earl rubbed his molested nipple delicately and harrumphed.

"I broke up with you because I'm a selfish bastard who doesn't know what's good for him."

The wolf contemplated the tiger for a moment.

"Me too."

Todd decided that the cigarette could wait for a moment, and put his head on the tiger's shoulder instead.

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