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The alarm that woke him was unlike anything he had ever heard before. It oscillated wildly, and echoed through every scale over the course of a few seconds, going subsonic at times and into ranges well above Kurtis' ability to hear. The sound made his ears fold back and his teeth rattle.

Over the course of the last month, Kurtis Granger could have probably been considered one of the most unlucky accountants in Starkville county. But today, waking up in his cell at the Facility for Government Rest and Recreation, he felt good. Scratch that. The tiger felt better than he had in months, perhaps years.

Stretching his arms and legs after rolling out of his cot, Kurtis gave himself a once-over in the wall mirror. Right away, delicate fingers traced the top of his high tech collar. Oddly, that was probably the hardest thing for the tiger to get used to. He grudgingly admitted to himself that the sexual training was alright, and he was even looking forward to his second lesson. The loss of his freedom was actually somewhat liberating, ironically, given the pressure and stress of the last few weeks. He could get used to being on constant display. But this symbol, this weight on his neck that only seemed heavier as the cat stroked along the frame of his tracking collar, that was something he wouldn't get used to for some time.

A voice roused him from his self reverie, "Yer stuck in class all day sugar. C'mon, we won't bother showerin' ya until after." It was that sultry mare that took him to the showers on the first day. She cracked open his cell and led him through the halls and to the training room. The tiger kept his mouth shut, though he did let out a little yelp when the horse gripped his rump to guide him around a cleaning cart that had been left in the hall. Her thumb fell right on the feline's tail base, and even after he was clear of the obstruction, it remains in that position and rubbed hard. The tiger flushed, tail lifting despite himself, making the mare chuckle.

Janet was waiting for them, but rather than address her student, the lioness asked the guard: "Alison, he's doing oral today. You made yourself available, right?" The southern filly flashed those bright white, square teeth and nodded to the teacher. "O' course darlin', ya know ah'm not one ta turn ya down." she drawled. Casting her eyes to the right, the horse drew her palm back and slapped Kurtis' stripey bottom sharply. "And, 'specially not gonna miss out on a feline tongue!"

The tiger's ears were fully flushed, and he didn't resist at all when he was led to the center of the room. The girls chatted absently, and two sets of practiced paws got Kurtis down on all fours rather rapidly. Wrists and ankles were secured with Velcro cuffs, their leads attached to D-rings that were sunken into the floor. The tiger looked almost bewildered, as Janet pulled a couple of very low molded plastic chairs right in front of Kurtis. They sat just an inch off of the ground, and were swept back to allow the user to recline in comfort. The trainer sat down in one of them, even as Alison quietly stripped out of her uniform.

Janet grabbed Kurtis' collar, tugged his head down between her legs, and issued the only verbal order that would be given for the first fifteen minutes: "Lick."

Over the course of the next few hours, the tiger learned more about pleasing a woman with his tongue than he had gathered in his entire life. Janet was calm and patient with him, giving him time to find his own way. Once the lioness has assessed the other feline's skill level, she had him start slowly. Guiding his head with her hands, she gave him the grand tour. Before long, Kurtis could identify his lover's perineum, labia, hood, and clitoris by sight and by touch. The tigress demanded a soft touch, a lot of lapping around the edges, and extensive use of the lips and nose. Only after a long build up would she entertain a tongue thrusting into her sex, or the gentle parting of her hood so that thin black lips could gently tug at her clit until she orgasmed.

The tiger's equine partner, on the other hand, taught him a more direct approach. With his cheeks compressed between her powerful thighs, the southern belle grunted out her instructions like a drill sergeant. She used his ears like handlebars, directing the tiger's attentions exactly where they needed to be at any given time. Her hips even rose up off of the low chair to hump his face! Alison's broad, full chest would heave when Kurtis got right in there, thrusting his muscle deep into the horse's cunny and twisting his head ferally. She preferred a direct, rhythmic tonging of that somewhat large clitoris towards the end, that left the filly whinnying loudly, and left the feline's face drenched in her juices.

During their rest periods, both of the ladies were very kind to the tiger. He neck got massaged expertly, and they gave him plenty of water. His flushing ears took in their praise, as they were rubbed and even nibbled on from time to time! The one thing that they didn't do was touch his hanging, dripping member. They just smiled at the male's whimpering when a paw brushed over his hip or rump during the course of their positive reinforcement.

At the tail end of the teaching session, Janet was chatting with the horse as their captive bathed her fuzzy pussy lips with long surface strokes.

"He's going to be moved into his new cell tonight. I've arranged for him to room with Gary. The boys will do the male-on-male half of the lesson for us." She growled as Kurtis got a little too eager and rubbed his fuzzy chin directly over her hood. She cuffed the other cat lightly, and admonished, "Slow down, this is a marathon, not a sprint."

Alison, who was laying out on the floor belly-down, head turned to watch their student at work, commented, "Oh god sugar. Gary's gonna wear th' poor l'il guy right out. An' he's s'posed ta be mated up, right? So that's a triple there, with Kevin too." She clucked her tongue and shook her head, amused.

The lioness smiled and gave her friend a little shrug. Between shallow pants, she explained, "I wanted him with someone who wouldn't challenge him. And someone who would. Our boy here has shown himself to be a flexible partner, and he's going to need practice off the clock to perfect all of the techniques that he's going to be learning. He won't be a one or two trick pony, like some of these guys." She gasped sharply all of a sudden, when the tiger slowly pushed his tongue deep into her sex. He growled, sending vibrations through the female's pelvis, and drawing a light snarl from Alison in return.

The mare nodded lazily, drawing her legs up and getting her rump underneath her. As she hugged her knees to her breasts, still looking on, Alison said, "Well if'n that's th' case, I'll get them in first thing inna mornin', and with yer approval, we'll let 'em teach inna cell. I'll put 'em on closed caption fer ya, so you kin monitor things."

Janet nodded curtly, "Done. OK kitten, you've been a good boy. You'll probably remember this from your lessons yesterday. Just do what comes naturally." She tugged the other cat's collar up, and looked into his eyes. Kurtis was a little bit confused, until he felt those lightly furred toes dragging over his hanging balls. The tiger groaned, jaw dropping wide open as his panting started in earnest.

Strong fingers massaged the tiger's thighs from behind. He couldn't turn to look, but assumed that Alison had scooted close enough to get in on the action. She was keeping his legs spread, and the mare felt every hunch and twitch of Kurtis' muscles as Janet worked her magic. Soft hind digits stroked over the feline's aching shaft. His ears burned, but remembering his training from yesterday and Cord's powerful demonstration, the cat abandoned himself to ancient instincts. He hunched quickly against his tutor's feet, and given the hours of buildup, he didn't last long.

Both of the ladies chuckled at the tiger's kittenish whimper during his final, frantic humping against Janet's wriggling toes. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, no longer able to look the lioness in the eye as he gave in to the basest form of pleasure. Balls drawing up close to his body, the tiger's pink manhood started squirting, painting those tan toes a milky white. Janet smeared the cat's seed all over his pink shaft, drawing out his orgasm as much as possible, even as Alison reached in to cradle and roll his emptying gonads.

The ladies praised their student, rubbing his neck, slapping his behind lightly, and whispering soft encouragement into those flushed ears. The rest of his day was a daze, as the tiger cleaned himself up, ate his evening meal, and was escorted off to his brand new home. Three bunks graced the room, and the tiger collapsed into the one that had been tagged with his name. His learning continued in his dreams, as the cat's unconscious mind processed the day's lessons. At midnight, unmarked by anyone but the central computer, Kurtis' collar display ticked over. 1,823 days to go.