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He let himself flop out in front of the urinal, and as he started relieving himself, he tilted his head towards the younger male next to him.

"So why've you been following me?" the tiger asked, half bored.

The dog, nearly a half foot shorter, looked up at him. "I wasn't!" He fumbled to let himself loose. Finally he undid his fly and took a deep breath, trying to overcome the awkwardness so he could go. Just as he started to pee, the tiger's heavy stream let up. Being he was an engineer in the special forces, or what the military could say they had of one, the feline wore a tight body-clinging outfit that went under the more advanced armor they wore when on duty. The dog's eyes were glued to the bulge in his pants.

"Well, your eyes are certainly following me now," the tiger quipped as he washed his hands. The dog quickly looked away in embarrassment. "Hey, you free after this?" The dog glanced over and nodded yes. "Good. Clean up and meet me outside the hole-in-the-wall when you're done. We'll talk." The tiger winked as he left the room. After finishing and washing up, he tucked his tank-top into his pants and brushed his fingers through his hair. He took a deep breath and left.

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He walked along the cliff side, holding the railing as he scanned the area in front of the tavern from afar. He spotted the tiger sitting at a small metal table, bare feet up on an extra chair, as he peered out over the edge through his sunglasses. His heart fluttered and he hurried over. The feline smiled at him and gestured towards a chair. He sat down and looked out at the view the other was enjoying. "Anti-air fire's the only thing that keeps this place safe for you new guys," he said, glancing down at the new arrival. "So, to business, why follow me, of all people?"

"Well, you're just, I don't know, you're cool."

The tiger pulled the other's chair right up next to his, then put an arm over his shoulder and leaned in. He pulled his sunglasses down and quietly asked "You've no need hide anything out here. When an entire planet unites against a common enemy, you find they become quite an accepting bunch. So tell me, what're you really thinking?"

The dog shifted uncomfortably, his pants growing tight from the intimacy of the moment. He could feel the arm muscles press against his neck, and the warm breath from when the man spoke. He remained quiet for a few seconds, before the tiger put a free arm on his thigh, then slowly slid it up to his crotch.

"Well, I guess there's no point hanging around then if--"

"Wait!" the dog yelped, before quieting back down. "I... You're hot. I really want you to..." He trailed off, mumbling a few more words.

"Hmm?"

He looked up and stared into his idol's eyes. "I want you to do me. I'm aching bad for you. You're beautiful and I want you to be, uh, well... my first."

The tiger leaned in and kissed him softly, surprising him. Flustered in the moment, he leaned forward to reach for the pants of the tiger, who caught his hand and looked at him. "We better go somewhere private before you do that. It's going to take more than a few seconds." His ears were hot with embarrassment, but he stood up and followed as the man started walking towards the rising terrain.

There weren't many private places around in an area with so much enemy activity, but there were always a handful you could find when necessary. Which, for a lot of male soldiers, were quite necessary. One advantage to being in a special forces squad was you knew all the places everyone else didn't know of as part of the job. In a less developed area of the compound, mostly obscured by brush, lay a small set of tunnels. They had fallen into disuse after they collapsed when a shaft of weak rock gave way during a particularly violent attack. The tiger had cleaned up the entrance to one of them, and even done a little extra excavating of his own in his downtime to turn a small offshoot into a private alcove. A few gray-market explosives considerably helped speed the process.

After quickly checking the area, the tiger placed his hand on the small of his back and led him in. A small door made from a tarp swished closed behind him and he sat on a well-beaten cot. He looked up at the tiger now towering over him, who grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it off, resting it on a dinged up shelf. The quarters were cramped and dimly lit, but it made it all the more intimate for him. He pulled down his pants, bouncing on the mattress to get them off, and tossed them at the shelf but missed. The cat kicked them up onto the shelf, then pulled off his own shirt. The smaller male looked on as the pants dropped, and simply smiled at the sight of what he had come for. The tiger put his clothes aside and stepped right up, his genitals hanging right in front of the dog's face. He buried his muzzle in the extra thick fur of the area and inhaled deeply. He could smell the tiger's scent, it wafting off his large, plump scrotum.

He was already at full attention, and wanted to see what the tiger's ebony shaft would look like when it was, too. It was a decent size, but fairly wrinkly. It even looked like it might be smaller than his. He laughed in his head at the thought as he grabbed the base with a paw and licked the end of it. To his surprise, though, it started growing. He licked again, and it almost seemed as if his tongue was pulling it longer. The wrinkles started to smooth out and a vein started to show along its lower length. It quickly had gone from less than two handfuls to, well, he wasn't quite sure how many hands it would take, but it was more than he had. He leaned back, stroking down the shaft with both hands, as it kept getting closer to him. It finally stopped getting longer, but he realized his paws were now being forced further apart as it grew thicker. The beefy balls now looked fairly normal in proportion to the large endowment.

Looking up at the tiger, who had a soft smile, covering a look of mild shyness about his package. "Well," the tiger chuckled, "I hope you're as stretchy as I am." He took a clay jar off the shelf and poured some of the contents along his shaft. The lubricant was of the few products that was traded for exclusively through unofficial means with the native inhabitants of the planet, though not one of the more popular ones. The dog turned around and got on all fours, doubts going through his mind. He could just say no at that point, though the tiger might not let him leave entirely unscathed if he bailed now, but he'd had enough. Between his squad-mates embellished stories and his own simple insecurities, he decided he would not wait any longer. The tiger had invaded his dreams since he first saw him, and would certainly not stop doing so after seeing him in the buff. A strong hand took his rump and gently massaged it. A cold dollop of the lube touched his anus as a thumb spread it around.

"You're very clean back here. Have you stretched yourself before?" the tiger inquired, pressing his tip against the dog's opening.

"S-sometimes, in the shower. I got three fingers in once. Did it this morning in preparation."

"Once. Well, we better go slow. No amount of medical technology is going to heal you if you bleed out before you find a medic."

"WHAT?" the dog shouted, as the head pierced his hole. Slowly it forced in, the increasing thickness spreading his ring tight. "Ah!" He gasped as he clenched tight again around the shaft, thinner, but only just. The tiger started gently pushing and pulling, rubbing it against his prostate, and massaged his anus with his thumbs. His legs started shaking as his own shaft dribbled precum, it soaking into the fur on his balls. He felt pressure build up as the shaft sunk deeper into him. "I think that's as far as it can go," he grunted.

"Relax, and push your muscles like you're shittin'."

"What, like this-- RRRNG." The head sunk into his second sphincter, causing his insides to convulse.

"Oooh, that feels nice," the tiger said as he exhaled. "You're doing great so far. Just slowly push into me. If it feels too tight, let up and let yourself relax, then try again. Very few go so-- take something so deep their first time."

He let out a few whimpers, then took a deep breath. He focused on the feeling of his hole slowly loosening. After stretching his neck and shoulders a little, he clenched his fists and pushed himself back as hard as he could. Just as he was about to give up from the pain, he reached the widest part of the knot, and as his anus pulled tight around the shaft, it pulled the remaining length into him. He buried his face into the mattress as a few globs of precum dripped from his bobbing shaft. His mind felt empty, only able to focus on the intense feelings inside of him. He focused on the sounds of his breathing, short and raspy. But he didn't rest for long, as the giant mass inside of him started slowly moving back and forth. Each push massaged his prostate, and it wasn't long before his own shaft was pulsing in unison, pre flinging against him and the cot.

The tiger began to speed up the rhythm of his thrusts, and resting on one arm, used a free hand to massage and tweak the dog's nipples. He could feel the pressure build inside, his climax coming soon. With a single hard thrust, the dog beat him to it and clenched and quivered around his shaft as he came, making a mess both on himself and below him. Grunting, the tiger grabbed and pushed himself as deep as he could into the tight warmth. His muscles constricted, pulling his fuzzy sac even tighter. Then, a massive buildup of cum let loose, gurgling deep inside the dog's gut. Over a dozen times he thrusted hard, shooting a barely diminishing load with each one, his knot swelling to full size to keep it in. With heavy breaths, he leaned forward and grabbed the dog with an arm, pulling him onto his side, then onto his lap. He hugged the mutt from behind and nuzzled his neck.

After resting in their silent embrace for a few minutes, the tiger spoke up. "It's time to, uh... decouple, I think."

"Aw..." He put his feet on the mattress and tried to push himself off, but found he was fairly well stuck. "How likely is it you'll go limp first?" he asked as he lowered himself onto all fours, the tiger following his moves. He just snorted laughingly. The canine pushed with his internal muscles, but only managed to eject some of the tiger's seed. Each attempt just milked the shaft, making it get that much more erect again. "I think I'm stuck."

"Don't worry, just relax and and push when I do." he reassured him. "Ready?"

He nodded meekly as the tiger put a paw on each side of his rump. He felt him lightly push, and inhaled deeply as he pushed as hard as he could. He felt like he was about to split, but the tiger pushed harder and in an instant he fell forward into the puddle he made earlier, the engorged knot finally slipping free. As he fell, the head of the shaft brushed past his prostate and plowed open from the inside his rapidly contracting hole, sending him into another climax.

"Damn," he huffed, shaking from the orgasm, "that was amazing." He clenched a few times, his ass feeling like it couldn't close fully anymore. "I think you broke me."

"You're fine, kid." He leaned back against the wall, taking in some calming breaths.

"Wow... so how long until you're no longer hard?"

"Fully? A while." With a groan he stood up. "Well, we better go shower." The tiger extended a hand to his friend, and pulled him up. As he passed ahead, he gave him a playful smack on the ass. "Maybe next time I can return the favor."

Webster Leone, 9 March 2011