Black & White.
Slowly the rough surface of my tongue moves along the smooth and well kept white fur above me, causing the white tiger to let out a soft sigh of pleasure into the cold morning air. My tongue pushes down, or up from this position, and parts his orbs, with my tongue I taste the tiger's musk, the scent having filled my nostrils long ago. A white paw landed on my chest, stroking down my ruffled belly fur, gripping lightly on the fluff as it does so, clasping it between his pawfingers. My licking resumes, moving slowly and teasingly up the feline's sheath, but stopping as it becomes a stretch, returning to below his white sac and beginning once more, dampening and clotting his fur as I do. A low groan flows from his muzzle, as his member slips faster and faster from his sheath, the smell of his musk becoming heavier in due course, causing my own sheath to stir, twitching softly against my belly. His paw moved up and down my belly, stroking it rather roughly, eventually his paw moved up and clasped my collar, hoisting me out from under him.
I leant forward as I felt the tiger pushing his belly up on my back, two strong arms curling round my waist, nipping down at my neck rather roughly. Teasingly, I let out a whimper, a quiet one barely audible; I knew by now that's what he enjoyed. He pushed down further on my back, doubling me over myself as my tail flicked out from below me, the very tip twitching from side to side. One large feline paw moved down, clasping at my groin, pushing me upwards as my body contracted at his tight grip. The tigers paw pushed further down, between my legs and out behind me, pushing up against my tail rather firmly, a pawfinger even daring to pry me apart and push into me, a gasp escaping my closed muzzle, pushing down very lightly against his paw. His tongue is dragged across my neck, above my collar, to the base of my left ear, where his teeth clamp down, tugging at the thin flesh. He retracts his paw, moving it back to my waist, not forgetting to drag his claws across the exposed tip of my member.
Suddenly I found myself pushed over almost completely, the cat wholly on top of me, my tail trapped between my back and his belly, a spined member pressing at its base. Gradually he slipped himself in, prying me apart, pushing me open. A staggered groan left my muzzle onto the hard floor, my fur standing on end as his heated member was thrusted inside me, slickened by only a minimal amount of pre cum, spines dig into all my sides as he continues to push himself in, only after a time hilting himself. Now his two large and strong paws clasp around my wrists, holding my arms in place at my sides, using them as leverage to pull himself out once more; I dare to let out a whimper to signify my slight discomfort, the only reply is a harder bite on my ear, making me jump as best I can in such a situation. My eyes clench slowly, holding shut tightly as the tiger pushes in again, faster this time. I feel torn both by pain, pleasure and ripping flesh. I respond only by tightening myself, steeling myself to his thrusts, my paws clasping the black scruffy fur of my hips tightly as he begins a hammering rhythm, ambiguous feelings surging throughout my seemingly frail form. I'm panting loudly and uncontrollably, groans of pleasure filling my ear in a burst of hot, moist and lustful air. My tongue lolls from my muzzle, the tigers incessant thrusting getting ever more precise and decisive, pleasure beginning to overwhelm the feeling of pain ever so gradually. My ear is released rather abruptly, my back forced to arch downwards as the tigers does, a loud roar piercing the sex filled air as the tigers seed rockets free, bursting out into my bowels and smearing across my walls, a covering for all the others.
His claws have dug down into the thin flesh of my wrists, blood oozing out slowly to mark my black fur almost invisibly. After a minute or so, I feel him withdraw tugging himself free of me and rising to his feet. His paw rubs lightly over my head, smearing a light coat of blood onto the crown before I collapse floor wards, resuming my heavy panting, a few trickles of tiger seed dripping out my tail. My own loins stirred but I ignored the feelings as best I could, there was no way I would be dignified with release this early in the morning.
Slowly I staggered up to my feet, rubbing at my neck, scratching beneath the tanned leather collar of my neck. Looking around the room I note the absence of the tiger and head to the door, opening it slowly and slipping out the dark room onto the landing. The early morning sun dimly lights the small wooden floored landing, coming through a sun light on the roof. I rap my claws on the varnished floor, turning my head and ears every which way. Eventually I hear the distinctive sound of an aerosol can being sprayed from the door next the darkened room. I turn my body to face that way, the tiger coming out with a big grin, tugging a navy blue jumper over his head, and down his body.
"Hey, you came out." He says with a snigger, I hear him snort before pulling me up close to him, locking his muzzle against mine and forcing his tongue into my maw, flicking it about for some time, his paw moving round the back of my neck and fingering the strap of leather held taut round my throat. After a time he releases me his fingers though, still held beneath the collar. "Don't recall saying you could do that." He whispers quietly, his head angled, his forehead pushed against mine as he rubs his damp nose along my muzzle. I flick my ear nervously, my cheeks heating with a faint blush.
"S-sorry." I mutter meekly, my eyes looking downwards apologetically. He only chuckles, his tongue flying out and flicking over my nose once before moving back slightly, his paw resting on my cheek now.
"That's alright." He smiles showing off his pristine white fangs, "I have to head out for a little bit. Feel free to wash up or whatever." He moves his paw under my muzzle, dragging his knuckle along and raising my head to stare at his eyes. "But don't do anything I wouldn't." He snickers with a wink, turning to go down the stairs, batting my rear with his tail as he does.
I stand on the landing, rather confused for a minute or two, till I hear a click of the front door closing. My shoulders slump and I look down, giving out a heavy sigh.
A few minutes later I'm slumped against the tiled wall of the walk-in shower, water soaking into my black fur, making it heavy. My legs were pulled up to my chest, my arms wrapped round my shins and pulling them up close to my chest. My eyes stared vacantly into the middle distance, my large brush flicking sodden about the smooth floor. I clasped in my left paw the collar from my neck, fingering it lightly between my fingers. Slowly I brought it up into view, dangling it in front of my eyes, looking over at its various features, the metal buckle, vacant d-ring; the blank, round copper tag. This is what my thumb stroked over, the blank tag on, hanging from the loose round metal hook. My eyes moved to it, tracing the edges of it loosely. I coiled the collar back up into my paw, wrapping it round my fingers carefully and stood into the hail of water droplets, closing my eyes and letting the dry body parts soak, my right paw beginning to lather on some relatively expensive, but odorous fur-care products. I covered every spot of my fur in the minty foam caused by the rubbing. It was washed away in no time by the warm beating water. As the last of the foam ran off my fur and onto the floor I turned the shower off, only a few redundant drops hitting my fur then the floor as I stepped out the booth, dripping from head to toe in warm water. I shook down quickly, covering every inch of available wall in water droplets, and still found myself wet. Taking a towel I scrubbed the rest of my body down, leaving me looking rather like a ball of fluff, before combing my fur back down to its natural position.
"Keeping a decent coat takes too long." I muttered to myself and I pushed the final few strands of fur into place. I look down once more at the leather strap in my paw, resting it in my palm I squeeze my fingers shut round it tightly.
A few hours or so later, I lay on the couch, still naked, down the stairs and in the living room, my eyes were fixated on the television, watching some trashy chat show, with quite possibly the worst theme ever: "My husband slept with my neighbour's cousins in a sombrero on the pool table in our lounge using the cues and balls as sex toys."
I stared at the television, completely mesmerised by the pointless arguing between the two or three couples on the screen. Of course in good time a fight breaks out and some fur nearly clobbers the host round the head with her own microphone, which caused me to chuckle rather much.
I hear a click and sit up as the door creaks open, letting in all the sounds of the busy street out side. The door closes again with a quiet slam, followed by some inaudible mutterings. My head turns in the direction of the door as it creaks open, the tiger steps in, his head already pointed in my direction. He looks up and down me with a stern glare, settling finally to look into my eyes. I stare back into his azure eyes for a few seconds before he sighs a heavy sigh of relief. His eyes widen and his brow loosens, his cheeks dropping, his whole face entering a relaxed state. He moves over and hugs my head into his groin, pulling me up against the rough fabric of his jeans and sighing once more, softer this time. He strokes at my cheek and holds me against him, murring very faintly. When he releases me, I turn my torso, followed by my legs and kneel on the couch, looking upwards.
"Is something wrong?" I sputter out after a few attempts; he pats my cheek in reply, shaking his head.
"Nothing you need to worry about." He smiles, showing off his massive incisors again. "Just some trivial matters," his fingers strokes down from my petted cheek to my neck, a quizzical expression appearing on the cats face. "Oh," he mutters disappointed. "You've made your decision then." He asks, his paw dropping off my neck and to his side.
Quickly I shook my head. "No no!" I replied as soon as he finished. "I took it off in the shower and haven't put it back on yet." I blasted out, my tongue twisting and tying over some words. He stared down into my eyes when I stopped speaking; I shrank back slightly, unsure. He took a deep breath, stretching out and filling my vision as he did. I gulped and he smiled, licking his nose.
"Heh, I thought I smelt something minty." He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction; he shrank back down to his usual size and smiled. "Alright," he smirked widely, "time to put you on the spot. If you're staying put it back on, otherwise let's pack your bags and send you off home." He stood back and folded his arms over his covered chest. All I could do was look down, a million thoughts bursting into my head all at once, buzzing about my mind like a hive of bees. My eyes flicked to my right, looking at the tanned collar which lay on the mosaic tiled table. "Come on." He said urgently above me. "You're been here for a fortnight you should know by now!" He growled, obviously controlling his voice through gritted teeth. I snapped my arm out, grabbing the collar and squeezing it in my black furred paw, whining softly as I held it tightly in my grasp. Time passed slowly as I took an eternity to make my decision, but after forever and a bit had passed; I brought the strap to my neck and put it back in its place. As I finished buckling it into place a paw came down and ruffled my head hard, scratching at he ears and lifting my fur. "Good boy." The paws owner said loudly and happily, as if announcing a victorious conquest to the world.
Within two minutes I found myself, a newly conquered soul, sprawled onto a white linen covered bed, a heavy and strong tiger sat on my thighs, my paws held behind my back as they were strapped together with a relatively thin leather strap. I knew I would have no problem breaking these weak bonds if I saw fit, but I also knew that here obedience wasn't desired it was a necessity, to be disobedient even once would mean instant and permanent dismissal. He lifted me from under the arms, picking me up and setting me in front of him, my shins rested against his soft mattress.
"Turn." His authoritative voice spoke and I clumsily complied, shuffling round on my knees to face the grinning cat, I was blushing a deep crimson under all that black fur. I wrung my paws against the tight bindings and grunted as I tugged very lightly against them. "Ah ah," he spoke, shaking his head and gripping my head tightly in his paw, pulling my head downwards, into his now bare lap.
Instantly I begin licking, my tongue rubbing over the musky sheath ahead of me, my eyes focused on the job at paw as well as my tongue, running it up and down the tiger sheath, eventually slipping it into the thin hole at the top, a loud groan leaving the cats' muzzle. I shuffle closer to the cat, bending my back slightly as my tongue pushes its full length inside the sheath, eventually finding the end of his already-hardening member, the sheath growing as it begins to push out, eventually filling its confines and pushing out into my maw, covered in salty pre with a soft undertone of stale urine. My eyes lid themselves slowly as the shaft continues to push into my throat until my muzzle is filled with cat. My tongue is pushed down against my lower jaw, immobilised almost, all it can do is flicker the tip on his shaft, below a spine and running its rough surface along the underside. Slowly, very slowly, I suckle all the air from my maw, the cats' big paws stroking and clasping at the fur of my head all along, holding me in place, engorged on his member as I slowly breathe air back around him, causing yet a deep groan of pleasure from above. I keep up a steady rhythm of suck and blow, each one causing the tiger to groan further and louder, pre oozing from his member in no time; I swallowed what I could and let the rest pool in my jaw till it slipped down my throat. His claws dug unexpectedly into my skull, clasping it tightly and pushing my nose into his lap, breathing in his musk deeply as his seed rocketed out, his body convulsing violently as he did, white hot fluid splattering onto my throat, dripping down to my stomach slowly, some rebounding onto my tongue, making it explode with pleasure, the taste most enjoyable. Slowly he pulls my head from him, pushing me back slightly, causing me to roll back slightly. His eyes are closed and his tongue is lolling from his muzzle as he pants heavily, a few beads of cum remaining on his member. Soon his big blue eyes open, eyelids fluttering slightly till he sits facing me, eyes opened and slowly blinking at me. He stretches out and crawls forward slowly, pushing me down on my back as he approaches, his belly rubbing against my own. I squirm, my paws pressing up against my back from where they're bound. His muzzle moves in close to mine and, as earlier that morning, locks to my lips, his tongue pushing in and invading my maw, flickering about happily, running along the top of my teeth, kissing my muzzle repeatedly, desiring the taste of his own seed. His tongue kisses into my throat over and over till he eventually peels himself off. He smiles lustfully down at me, his big wide grin showing every one of his teeth as he leered at his property. A large white and black striped paw moves between my legs, clenching tightly as it forces them apart. A single, soft moan slips from my muzzle signifying my pleasure from the act, another tight squeeze and I push up into the padded fur, relieving the pressure on my back. The squeezing continues; his pawfingers causing pleasure to course through my body as the push down around my thickening, swollen sheath. My partially sore member slipped from within over my belly, throbbing in the cool air. His large paw, sans claws, wrapped around the short flesh and beat lightly from head to knot and pulled the loose skin up and down my sensitive and slightly pained member. I panted heavily, my chest rising and falling quickly as he did, I hadn't had release since I'd arrived, and my sac was swollen with desperate urge. I moaned loudly, pushing up against the large feline's equally large paw, slipping against its rough padded underside, almost thrusting into it by instinct. Precum began to ooze freely from the tip, covering my member and his paw as if lubricant; I murred loud, arching my back as my paws wrung around in their bonds. He kept up his tight grip of my member, pulling on it roughly as he pawed at me, with only a loud but stifled groan as forewarning, I slammed my member upwards into his paw, white seed bursting forth and firing into the air, splattering against the tigers belly as he lay over me, holding my twitching member in his grasp. My sac clenched as it emptied itself, I buck occasionally upwards as the shots lost pressure, eventually reduced to a meagre trickle across the head of my shaft. My panting continued my chest was still heaving heavily.
I didn't get much time to rest, as quickly the tiger sat on my chest, pushing down on me with his heavy weight, his seed soaked paw moved to my muzzle, pressing up against my lips, which I obediently opened, licking at my salty fluids, the taste making me cringe - despite liking seed in general my own disgusted me. Eventually I licked his paw clean of the mess and he guided me upwards to his furred belly, slipping down to seat himself on my belly as he pushed my nose into a drying puddle of cum. Without instruction I slightly parted my lips, flicking it out over the pool and throwing it back down my throat, trying not to taste it as I did. I cleaned every spot of drying seed, leaving his belly glistening in spots with my saliva; the rancid salty taste filled my muzzle.
The tiger rolled off from on top of me, letting me go as he did, landing by my side on the sheets, his head looking to the sky, but stopped by the ceiling. His paw wrapped under my torso, grasping my far shoulder and pulling me onto his chest. My ear pushed against his chest, hearing his deep purring lolling me into a deep sleep, wrists still held behind my back.
Just yiff this time I think. x.x; I had a lot of fun writing it actually. Once more feel free to e-mail me at: [email protected] anything but spam welcome...spam and sporks. And a Fox once more...noticed a pattern yet? The tense jumps around terribly and...yeah.
The tiger's called Snowy, even though it's never mentioned, in memory of my brothers teddy when he was younger...such a cute plush! The fox is called Linno, for no reason.