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This is another gift to a friend, much more tame than anything else I've written so far, you'll be pleased/disappointed to hear.
Mahiri copyright myself and Sarric copyright his player.
Because you care, I'll note that the spotted little girly-cat is actually myself in an alternate form nowadays. I've changed my mind and become a hyena. A big one.
As always, comments and feedback welcomed to the point of begged for.
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Sarric took a thoughtful sniff of the rose as he waited in his seat. The burly tiger sat with a straight back, sipping red wine every few moments, tail swishing slowly behind him in anticipation. A blind date. The more he thought about it, the more foolish he felt about it. And in a public place, no less. That meant all the more embarrassment, should things go wrong.
All things considering, he wasn't too worried. He was good-looking enough. Silky-furred; washboard stomach; strong, wise eyes; even a pleasantly mild, masculine aroma that permeated his form. Scratch good enough. He was a stud, the kind of male you'd expect to see modelling underwear, not all dressed up in a restaurant for some silly blind date. The getup certainly made him feel silly. It might not have been any more than a dress shirt and decent pair of pants, but it all felt so excessively formal. At least he didn't have any headfur to comb.
The tiger glanced at his watch. 7:00, it said, and as soon as he looked up he caught sight of a swishy feline strolling in, right on time. A golden-furred leopardess trailed a head of flowing, crimson headfur as she walked in Sarric's direction, wearing a long dress to match. It clung to her and outlined a curvy frame nicely, if a little flat-chested. Didn't matter to the tiger, especially looking at her face. Bright and cheery, with two shining, emerald eyes peering back at him. Far cuter than he ever would have expected. She smiled when she saw him looking her over and wiggled her feminine little body into the seat opposite his.
"Is this seat taken, dahling?" she asked, putting on a deep, sultry voice to comedic effect. It made the two of them laugh, and the tiger answered in a overly gruff voice of his own.
"Not anymore it isn't, beautiful." He flashed her a grin and she made herself comfortable.
"Mahiri," she said, reaching a paw across the table. Her voice was still quite deep even without exaggeration. Sarric liked that.
"Sarric," he replied, giving that paw a firm grasp. Not too hard, he wasn't trying to intimidate her, but enough to give slight hint at just how strong he was. "Glad you could show up, Mahiri."
She enthusiastically nodded and gave an impressed coo when she felt how strong he was. "The pleasure's all mine! Geez, they said you were cute, but. . . geez!"
Sarric laughed humbly and waved it off with his paw. His posture became more relaxed, confident. "Oh, you must be looking into a mirror." He winked at her, laying on the flirt heavily before breaking into more casual dialogue. "You're a friend of Emiria's, are you?"
The leopardess nodded again with a big grin on her face. She certainly seemed excited to meet him. "Yup! I thought it sounded so silly to just march off and meet some unknown somebody, but I figured if you were a friend of hers, you would surely be nice! And, well, you seem it!"
"I try my best." He smiled again, and leaned over the table, gazing at her, then reached out to lift her paw up, holding it in both of his tenderly. Inside, he repressed a chuckle at just how much he was able to get away with. She seemed to be infatuated with him already. "It's strange, I feel as if I remember you, but surely a beauty like you I would not soon forget."
The spotted cat shook her head, almost appearing to swoon. "N-no, we've never met before. Ooh. . . your paws. . ."
Said paws stroked gently over hers, and a small purr began to slide from him, audible only to her. "Very strange, very strange indeed. . . ." A repressed smirk caught the corner of his mouth.
Mahiri caught sight of that smirk of his, and tilted her head with a slight giggle. "Is there something on my face?"
"Nothing at all."
"Then what's so funny? Don't worry, you can tell me!" She leaned forward, insistent and bouncy. Her little posterior rose from her seat.
With a soft laugh, the tiger reached out and ruffled the leopardess' hair, messing it up in the process. He winked at her. "It might have been only once, but I remember Emi mentioning you."
"Oh?"
He nodded cooly. "Yeah, and you're a guy. Now what are you going to have?" He winked again and looked up to the avian waiter who stood by the two cats' table. "Soup of the day, please."
Mahiri began to blush and hid his face behind a menu, giving a loud 'ummm' to show he was considering. Eventually he just resigned to a "Same for me," and looked down. He started to chuckle softly.
"I didn't think you'd get it so fast," he said, cheeks still flushed red.
"You make a very lovely female." Sarric grinned at him. "But I'm afraid I'm just not gay."
"Yeah, I know. . ."
"What, you thought you'd get all the way to the bedroom without me noticing?"
Mahiri shook his head. "No, of course not." He smiled, but still looked thoroughly embarrassed, sitting there in a dress, trying not to unfold his legs.
"Don't worry about a thing. It was funny. Now let's enjoy our date."
The leopard brightened when he heard that, and sat up. "Yessir" he said, dropping the whole feminine act. Truth be told, there wasn't much difference. He was androgynous at least, and could even be said to look more female than male.
"Wine?"
"Please."
Sarric poured the leopard a smooth glass of the stuff, reading the label out loud. "Good year." Setting it down, he began to laugh. "Did Emi put you up to this?"
"Well, it was sort of a joint operation," he answered after a hearty sip, followed by a slight giggle. "But don't tell her I told you that."
"We'll see about that." He crossed his legs and sat bat. "In the meantime, let's make small talk. This is a date after all."
Mahiri grinned. "Come here often?" he asked, the irony audible in his voice.
"No, but I like fish," chuckled the tiger.
"Reminds me of my grandmother. She has fingers."
The two of them shared a good laugh.
"You really are staring at me," Sarric observed, and he was right. "See something you like?"
"I see a lot of somethings I like."
"Still stand by that 'cute' statement, then?"
"Gawd, you're gorgeous. Don't remember the last time I wished I was a girl so much."
"Ahem," said the feathered waiter, presenting two bowls of steaming soup. The two cats shared another laugh together, despite best efforts to hold it in. The waiter departed with an air of stuck-uppedness, as only a waiter at an expensive restaurant can do.
"Never even considered being with another male?" the leopard asked between sips of cream of mushroom.
"Considered, sure. Everyone considers it," answered the striped feline, tasting the hot soup as well. "It's just not for me."
"Not even if they look like a girl?" Mahiri swished his whole self a little, casting a flirtatious look in the direction of the big guy.
Leaning close again, the tiger gave his sexiest look, which resembled a half-snarl. He spoke lowly. "I tell you, if you really were a girl underneath that, I'd be on you faster than you could say - well, anything."
The girly cat giggled relentlessly. "Rawr."
"Rawr indeed." He sat back down.
Mahiri's voice lowered to a whisper, glancing around as he spoke. "So, theoretically speaking, if it just so happened that I was a girl, what would you do to me?"
Sarric too took on a secretive tone. "Well, first off. . . I'd want to warm you up a little. With my fingers, with my tongue. Whatever works."
The leopard oddly squeaked.
"And then, it'd be my turn. . ." the tiger continued, dramatically.
Mahiri moaned out.
"Then maybe I'd put you down on your paws and knees." His voice went even lower, sounding soulful and alluring. "And mount you from behind."
"Oh god yes!" The leopard gasped, and then very hastily crossed his legs tighter to hide a prominent something. In a dress it was very difficult to do so. A quick glance around reassured him that no one was watching, much to his relief.
Sarric softly laughed. "This might not be the swankiest place around, but I don't think they'd take too well to public masturbation. Just saying."
"Well we could always go back to your place. . ."
"Not going to happen."
Mahiri exaggerated his disappointment. He didn't have much hope for that, of course.
"Say, are you staying with Emiria?"he asked.
"For the moment, yes." Sarric nodded.
"Because, you know, I'm just a few apartments down, should you, say, have a change of heart."
"Check please," the tiger called to the passing waiter. Not because he was uncomfortable, but because the small meal was done.
Thoroughly murfed, the leopard chuckled a little and stood up, digging into a purse for his half of the bill. The tiger held out a paw to stop him.
"This one's on me. Didn't I say it was a date?"
Mahiri grinned a bit and put the bill back into the purse, sealing it up and stepping out from behind the table. "See you later, you big stud," he said, wiggling his rear teasingly as he turned to pad off.
Sarric went ahead and looked, seeing no harm in such a thing. Once he had paid for the soup and wine, he left the place, stepping into the cool wind outside. The sun was beginning to set, but that didn't stop him from unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his bare, muscular chest, letting the shirt flail about behind him in the wind. By the time he got to his car, he was shirtless, and he had the urge to strip off his pants as well, but decided against it, for the moment.
That changed when he arrived back at Emiria's apartment. She wasn't home, so he went off to his bedroom and shut the door. Soon he was naked, sitting on the edge of his bed. Thick, smooth-furred sheath, firm, rounded buttocks. Truly a fine specimen. He always felt so much better naked, but that good feeling was partially obstructed by an odd, persistent fatigue. It was hardly evening, but he was tired enough that staying awake any longer didn't seem worth the extra time it meant having. He laid his nude frame back over the sheets, and closed his eyes.
The tigress arched her back elegantly, her silky fur sliding between Sarric's fingers as he rubbed them up and down her sides. She was bent forward in front of him, and he had taken the mounting position. His thighs were tense as he pistoned into those juicy, slick insides, taking firm hold of her curvaceous rump. She was making the most wonderful mrowling, moaning noises every time he plunged into her, and he grunted his satisfaction at her tightness. Only, he wasn't so sure if she was a tigress or not anymore, her stripes seemed to be more separate than they first appeared. Or maybe they were changing.
It seemed every time he thrusted into that gorgeous feline, her stripes seemed more and more different. Soon they were gathered into their own, rounded sections, becoming the rosettes of a leopardess. Fine with him, he'd mate with her all the same. Any moment and that rising heat inside him would make him gush her full of his seed. She looked over her shoulder with a lusty look on her face, and winked at him. His eyes went wide.
"Mahiri!" he gasped, the dream breaking with almost an audible pop. Blinking several times, rapidly, he put an exasperated paw on his forehead and began to laugh, silently assuring himself that some foolish dream meant nothing. His eyes drifting around the room, now shrouded in darkness. Glowing numbers informed him that it was shortly after midnight. He sat up.
Flomp.
The sound was of his meaty erection thumping against his belly. He groped at it, then grasped it, considering. Full and throbbing in time to his heartbeat. It wasn't anything to be surprised about, he had indeed been having a nicely erotic dream before it turned queer on him. Giving himself a pleasurable squeeze, he laid back once more, slowly starting to rub his pawpad up and down the thick, lightly-barbed length. A good stroking is what he needed to get his mind off things, he concluded.
His mind swam with images of lusty females, squirming with intolerable heat, unable to bear going a moment longer without him inside them. He penetrated them, filled them, one after another, until his scattered thoughts became more focussed on a single figure. Lovely, round butt, all bent over for him to mount. That was it, he'd go in for a little anal. Get a tight, hot squeeze between those girly cheeks. His paw worked swiftly over his erect, dripping length, and he softly moaned out, his surroundings becoming less and less real, the fantasy becoming his only thought he yanked and rubbed and stroked. He could feel it, he was heaving and dripping, about to spray, but he jolted as the sexy images in his head revealed their true nature.
Him again!
The climax half-rose and then fell again, leaving him with a profound lack of satisfaction. Whatever terrible spell the spotted cat hat cast over Sarric, it had infected even his conscious mind. The tiger let himself go, chuckling again and leaving his length to throb needily, standing tall between his thighs. He folded his arms and frowned, checking the time again. It still was only a little past midnight. Not too late at all.
A pair of jeans failed to keep the head of his penis poking out of the top when he pulled them on. He shrugged to himself. No matter. Finding the apartment still and silent when he stepped out of his room, he nonetheless padded to the door with all the stealth of a wild feline, soft footpaws making no sound despite his size. A glance out into the hallway revealed there to be no one around, and so he maintained that cattish stealth before springing on his prey that was the leopard's door. He knocked.
One, two, three, and there was no answer. He chanced another series of knocks, much harder. The count of three, and still there was no sound, no apparent movement within. With a crook of his eyeridge, he tried the door, and almost lost his balance when he found it swinging open. Softly calling Mahiri's name, and still getting no answer, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. It was entirely dark, but his feline eyes prevented that from being a problem.
Across the room, a door was open, and the sixth sense of a tiger told Sarric that there was someone beyond it. Seeing no harm in looking, he crept over and poked his head through the doorway, scanning the bedroom beyond. The speckled feline's body lay partially covered, humming to himself in his sleep. His tail flicked back and forth even in slumber, a peaceful, happy look on his feminine features.
"Hey," whispered the tiger.
Mahiri went right on sleeping.
"Hey," he whispered again, and then spoke in a normal voice. "Hey kitty."
The tiger smirked and tip-clawed over to where the leopard snoozed. He sat his heavy frame down beside him, and at last managed to provoke some sort of reaction, but it was no more than a few mutters, eventually rolling himself over. When this little cat slept, he slept hard Sarric thought, looking down.
Mahiri's face was facing him now, that pretty little face that was essentially haunting his dreams. Even in the low light, it had a charming little twinkle to it, full of life and general cuteness. Scooting over, the tiger lay himself right out alongside the smaller feline, gazing at him. With a shrug, he spoke to himself.
"Only one way to find out."
And he leaned in to kiss the leopard's soft lips, closing his eyes as the previously slumbering cat woke with a start.
"Sarric!"
Pulling back, Sarric flashed a toothy grin. "Surprised to see me?"
Mahiri gave no sign of having any objection to the kiss. In fact, he was trying to sneak forward to continue it. His eyes had a nice emerald glow in the darkness. "Gee, a little!" He laughed. "I'm probably dreaming, right?"
The tiger's paw stroked over the feline's cheek and whiskers. "Don't I wish so. Feels pretty real though, doesn't it?"
With a deep purr, the leopard nodded. "Mmhmm. . ."
"So? What are you waiting for?" Without pause, Sarric reached down, removing his pants. He was still aroused, pink and sweetly drippy. "Let's have some fun."
The response was predictable surprise, to be followed by stuttering disbelief. "R-really?"
"No, I just broke into your home at night with an erection to tell you something." He mussed the cat's long headfur with a wink.
Another purr from the leopard, and he smiled, this time not sneaking but just darting forward to lock lips with the great big sexy. Soon his delicate paws slid around the larger male's taut body, gripping at his fur in a sudden passion. His glossy thighs slithered up against those big, bulky tiger legs, rubbing and pressing close. The constant thwap thwap thawp was his tail beating the bed excitedly.
Sarric wasn't afraid to use his bulk; he pushed his chest against the leopard's, strength overpowering the small cat pleasantly in an instant. Rolling him onto his back, he climbed atop, then leaned down to lock lips once more. Mahiri squeezed himself against the powerful body, skinny arms bringing him as close as he could get. He was positively gasping. All that muscle, all that power, and all wanting him. Playfully he stuck his tongue out to see if he could get it in the other male's mouth, only to have it suckled right up and slurped at. Rough, sandpapery skin met the very same.
The tiger put his paws upon the little male. He stroked them up his sides, down his arms, feeling the downy softness of his fur. Then he touched his hips, caressed his thighs. All his touches built up to one final grope, each thick finger tracing over the inflating sheath and two furry orbs that were firm and warm to the touch. Sarric grasped at Mahiri, rubbing the skin of his sheath between his fingers. It didn't take long for such a precise, sensuous experience to have its toll upon the leopard's restraint. A moderate-sized shaft emerged, brushing against the tiger's as it did so. The two genitals were almost the same in appearance, but for the difference in size.
The nature of Sarric's size was that he was completely in control, and the wildly-aroused spotted one didn't protest one bit. With circular motions of those powerful hips, the two felines' members began to grind and stroke against each other, mixing pre and getting each other wet. Mahiri just lay right back and enjoyed himself. Under all that weight, there was little else he could do, though he at least managed to squirm and rub back against the delectably teasing grinds. His bright eyes went wide when he felt a firm paw closing around his barbs, squeezing them. Such a tender touch to such a tender place. It made him mewl like a kitten.
That squeeze became a tight grip, holding onto the pink, bobbing erection. The tiger winked down at his tiny partner and then began to stroke. He slid his paw up and down, rubbing, then grasped tighter and tugged the skin wonderfully. Slow strokes gained momentum, the trunk of a feline arm flexed as the leopard spread his legs and bucked his hips in appreciation of the generosity. Another tiger paw gripped the base of the pink shaft, while the first stroked and clapped against the second as it went. A dull sucking noise that was pre being squeezed out could be heard at first, but became drowned out by overwhelming purrs. The both of them made the sound, in musical unison.
The leopard's hips shook and humped out of his own control. "Oh Sarric. . ." he gasped, closing his eyes tightly. "It feels so - oops."
Both of their gazes collective went downwards to watch the creamy leopard semen pouring out over the grasping paws. The yellowy cheeks went at once red. Sarric shook his head to dismiss any worry, though he did wipe the musky seed off onto Mahiri's belly.
"Mmm. Hot stuff. I think you're nice and warmed up, so that'd make it my turn now wouldn't it?"
A look like a cub on Christmas morning entered the young leopard's eyes. He nodded uncountably many times, not speaking a word. The tiger smirked at him.
"I rather like it up here, but I think I'll move for this," he said, and crawled back off of the cat. He sat on his muscular haunches with his legs spread wide, his cock firm and as inviting as could be. Mahiri could take the hint. Following his nose, sniffing along a trail of masculine scent, he flipped onto his belly, turning and crawling until his lips hit home, kissing right against the length of the heavy shaft. He gave it a wet smooch.
"From that angle I can hardly tell you're a guy," chuckled the tiger, stroking the little cat's ears tenderly and then leaning back.
Mahiri answered with his tongue, scooping it under the twin bouncy round toys he found just hanging there, waiting to be licked. He slurped them wet, enveloped them in his lips, suckled on each on softly and carefully. His nose buried in the tiger's crotch, he sniffed deeply, delighting in the rich aroma that seemed to overwhelm his thoughts. Such a smell, and such a taste, both drove him onwards, dragging his tongue over every inch of the erect feline shaft before kissing the tip and then plunging it into his humid mouth.
The tiger's bold head tilted back, lips parting into a deep, groaning grunt. He shook his hips a few times, giving a slow rub along the surface of the rough feline tongue that pressed against the underside of his cock. That tongue slipped wetly along as Mahiri pushed his tongue down, cheeks bulging with the efforts of his sucking as he began, as if trying to drink a very thick milkshake through a fleshy straw. His slender paw gripped the base of the hot shaft when he couldn't fit any more, pulling upwards in the directions of his yanking, wet sucks. One finger began to stray to the undisturbed tailhole before he thought twice about it and stopped.
All the pent up pleasure from his earlier escapade came right back to Sarric, and he even panted a bit just to show how good it felt. Just a few suckles was enough to rocket him up to that tingling, near-orgasmic state, the feeling throbbing inside his whole body. What a good cocksucker the little kitty was. He didn't bother giving any warning as the feeling rose, for surely someone giving that sort of pleasure would expect it at any moment. Instead, the tiger just let out a muted roar, spasms coursing throughout his muscled body as heavy gushes of his thick seed went splattering into the leopard's awaiting maw.
Mahiri hardly even seemed phased. Maybe momentarily surprised, but his insistent motions forward spoke volumes of his approval. After a few slippery moments of movement, he deepthroated the ejaculating tiger, pumping his throat around the hot inches with strong gulping motions. He got to feel that delicious cum sliding all the way down into his belly, hot and comforting all the way, and he swallowed eagerly at every last drop that he could coax out. Even Sarric was a bit surprised by such an act, his orgasm lasting just a few precious seconds longer than normal as a result of that extra mile, eventually pouring out one of the biggest loads he ever remembered unleashing. An impressed whistle came from him when his orgasm died down.
Carefully pulling his mouth off of the hot meat, Mahiri licked his lips and then looked up with a big, proud grin. "How did I do?" he asked when he caught his breath.
"Alright, alright, so I liked it." There was no actual reluctance in the tiger's voice. He reached down and pulled Mahiri up against his chest, hugging him affectionately and giving him a kiss. "But don't think I'm done with you yet."
The leopard was genuinely surprised, as his expression said. He tilted his head. "Wow, really? You're good for another?"
Those big tiger paws patted the curvy, feminine rump that was oh-so-conveniently sitting in his lap, then squeezed it, and hard. The leopard yelped, but grinned as well.
"Well it'll be a while before I can cum again, so I'll just have to ride you until that happens."
That resulted in a feline squeal on behalf of the little one.
"So, do you remember?" the tiger went on. "After we're both nice and warmed up, what comes next?"
The words having stuck with him, Mahiri didn't need any further instructions. He slid back, sliding on his tender rump over the tiger's thighs, and turned over once again. Rising and crawling away a few steps, he elegantly took the position. Paws and knees pressed firmly to the bed, claws dug into the sheets, back arched like a feline, and his long, agile tail flicked up and over his back, exposing his rounded, luscious backside. A sultry purr completed the picture.
The next thing the leopard felt was a kiss in the middle of his back, and then another on the back of his neck before a colossal amount of weight mounted over him. Or at least that's how it felt. Sarric purred, almost growling, as he completely covered his little partner's body with his own, wrapping his arms around the narrow chest and holding on tight. Then he really did growl as he bared his teeth and nipped onto the loose ruff on the back of the leopard's neck. An overjoyed shudder rolled through Mahiri's spine.
Then the heavy cock began to rub laps around the rim of the cat's tailhole. "Feels tight," Sarric said in a low, intentionally sexy voice. "Aren't you supposed to lube me up or something?"
Mahiri shook his head. "No, it'll be fine," he insisted. "Nice and - mmm - natural."
"If you say so."
That toothy grip tightened just a bit, enough to feel, but not enough to cause any discomfort. The leopard was moaning almost rapidly, repeatedly, breathing in heaving rasps. The tiger pushed, he began to part the tight hole, but he was taking his sweet time. He increased the pressure so slowly that it was hardly noticeable until the smooth head began to slide wetly inside, still nicely slick from not long ago. Things slowed down even more when those smooth barbs pushed inside, shocking at first but highly stimulating. They were much too small and rounded to hurt at all, especially to someone who had taken as many cocks as Mahiri had.
The wait shortened greatly as the tiger at last just thrust himself forward, getting a good feel for the tight little male butt quickly. It was just like a female's anyway, even in shape. Mahiri's body lurched forward as he was penetrated with several inches at once. His tongue flopped from his lips, in near-canine fashion before licking over them and going back in so he could grit his teeth. He was experienced enough not to feel the pain usually associated with anal sex, but the sheer intensity of the pleasure was almost hard to take. It just felt so good.
The burly chest flexed against a curved back as the two bodies met with a thump. Sarric had hilted, his sac giving Mahiri's thighs a tiny slap. He grunted deep and throatily, bouncing his hips forward a few times in tiny thrusts, loosening up that space for him. The leopard looked back as best he could, over his shoulder. Just like he had in the dream.
"Sure you want to go through with this?" he teased.
"Rrrrr," was the reply, and the tiger pulled back hard, only to plow into the tender behind all over again. Mahiri groaned.
"So rough. . ." he gasped, flexing his rear end when the thrust stopped to keep the stimulation going. "And yet so careful."
Now the tiger could yank and thrust smoothly, using a great deal of his abundant strength to mate the male to his liking. His thighs were flexed and bulging out greatly. Even so, it was as said, he remained very careful, always thrusting just in the right places, not too hard, going with the natural rhythm of Mahiri's throbbing insides. Soon the leopard's arms were buckling under the incredible onslaught, but he fought and stayed up, grunting slightly, shaking all over. His erection threatened to make him release from hardness alone.
Sarric kept up his steady, powerful pounds into the cat's tender insides, pre beginning to seep, practically gush once more. He went deep and held it, only for his orgasm to die back down, not ready to release again so soon. His muscles were beginning to tire, but he ignored such a thing entirely, instead still focussing on humping the tight rump as well as he could. Mahiri continued to struggle to hold himself up, his body just not suited to mating for so long. They both began to pant, softly at first, then heavier and heavier.
Exhaustion was a euphoria in itself. The both of them, despite best efforts, began to slump lower and lower. It was mostly Mahiri's fault, he was simply unable to stay up that long. He expected to feel cum a while ago. Eventually he flopped right onto his front, head flat against the bed, tiger teeth still holding onto him, tiger penis still mating into him over and over. His hind end grew a little tender from the repeated stimulation, but the pleasure was still there so nicely that he didn't want it to stop. Sarric too was wearing himself out, even if he was giving no outward evidence of that fact.
All that weight on top of Mahiri actually made the thrust come down into him a little harder. He moaned and purred, almost randomly, as the pleasure had all become one numbing ecstasy inside of him, making him unable to distinguish any specific high point. It was all a high point. Finally, the tiger just stopped, seemingly for good, but after a moment's rest he surprised the young cat. Strength seemingly returned in those few moments, he set to slamming in faster then ever before, mashing the feminine male's body against the bed and growling to prove just how much power he still had to give.
Mahiri cried out. His insides were clenching and contracting hard under the renewed fervour, and he bit into the bed to cope with the feeling. Then at last he felt it, the muscular feline roaring near his ears and humping hard as he came. A steady flood of the hot, fertile seed came gushing into the leopard's bowels, soupy and thick. He felt every muscle in his body ceasing to function as he was pumped full underneath the heaving tiger.
Sarric, on the other hand, still had plenty of energy, and not two seconds after he had finished released did he pull himself free from the soaked, sensitive confines. He left the leopard squirming and heaving there on the bed and grinned down at him.
"You didn't cum, did you?"
The leopard needed to take a few deep breaths before he could even answer. "Not a second time, not quite. . ."
"Tired?"
"Yeah." He nodded and then laughed breathlessly. "Very."
"That's a shame, really," he said in an oddly suggestive tone, shifting his body. "Because is it often that you get a chance to mount a guy my size?"
Mahiri stared at the sight before him, rising slowly to a sitting position. He wobbled, exhausted, but there was the tiger, stretched out and swishing his tail, masculine scent just daring the leopard to refuse such an offer. Barely being able to move was no excuse, and slowly he dragged himself to those toned legs, gripping at them to pull his body along. Through it all, he managed to purr.
When he had made it all the way, by some incredible feat, his face slumped down between the tiger's shoulder blades. The big fellow growling teasingly and rolled his spine with the leopard gasping atop him. He stroked a paw up and down the skinny cat's side, giving him a tiny pinch. That was encouragement enough to make Mahiri crawl into position, collapsed and curled over the athletic cheeks of the striped feline's rump.
"I'm not going to be very good at it," he groaned.
"Hey, it's my first time," said the tiger without any worry. "Doesn't need to be savage."
Nodding wearily, still not having much energy in him, the leopard wiggled his erect length into that inviting crevice, finding the virgin tailhole and rubbing against it.
"Thanks for, um, letting me be the first, by the way," he whispered, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
Sarric raised himself just slightly. "It's a lot better than some enormous maniac."
Smiling, Mahiri stretched and playfully nipped the tiger's back, unable to get to his neck, and began to push against the tight entry, slowly spreading it out, little bit by little bit. His top speed, considering the state of his body and the tightness of the firm rear, averaged around what would have worked out to an inch an hour or so. The masculine tiger began to grunt, began to groan, so Mahiri massaged his back. Even someone that big was sure to feel a bit of a shock on their first time.
"Feels okay?" he murmured as close to the tiger's ear as he could.
"Feels like a horse," came the laughing reply.
There was another smooth pop, then a deep drag of feline barbs as Mahiri slipped inside, gaining some momentum through the smoothness, his small weight making him come down quicker. He wasn't much in the way of girth, so hitting the hilt didn't mean a tremendous amount was inside. Just a comfortable amount for the big anal virgin, who flexed around the intrusion with curiosity and approval. Pent up as he was, that was almost enough to make the leopard go spurting right then and there; only with a conscious effort did he keep it to only steady streams of watery fluid.
Nodding, Sarric smirked and purred. "It's not bad. I could get used to this. Go on now, don't hold back for me."
Some of that exhaustion was leaving the spottycat's muscles, his hips springing to life by just plain springing. After a few test motions to ensure there was no protest on behalf of the big one, he began to swiftly, softly thrust. Nimble but weak. The way those powerful muscles were flexing around him, his pleasure was a rising, hot sensation, rising rapidly through his length. Before he could restrain himself, he had another oops, slow spurts of leopard cum soaking into his striped partner.
"Whoops, aheh. Again."
Sarric didn't seem disappointed, stretching out and giving a satisfied yawn as he laid his head down on his arms. "All I needed. Mmm. That was fun," he said simply, giving his tail a few swishes against the feline mounted atop him.
The both of them shared purrs together, trading off in pitch and tone to make for a sweet-sounding duet. Mahiri carefully pulled himself out of the tiger, snuggling up beside him and soon getting wrapped up and embraced in those thick arms, pulled against a strong chest. Purring ceasing, they both closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep in each other's warm embrace, naked and hot.
Posed in the doorway, a lean tigress smirked to herself and awwed at the sweet scene, then clawed a mark beside several others on the doorframe. Another straight male bit the dust, Emiria thought with a grin.