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Hello, folks!

This is the final part of a four-part miniseries! *chuckle* I had a marathon writing session over the last weekend, and as a result I'm proud to present the first chapter of this story, now finished and just waiting to be published for your reading pleasure in four tantalizing segments!

This story has a three-part purpose - it is an original work by me, written because it's been too long since I wrote something like this, and it is also both a commission and a gift to Baikal, who not only deserved a treat from me after he commissioned some surprise art of me, but he also wanted to commission me to write something about his fursona, and...well, here you go! Thanks to him, I was inspired to write something quite unusual, I think! :P And not only that, he also did some proof-reading, for which I am very grateful!

Hope you enjoy the read, and I am looking forward to your feedback! I'm doing something rare and actually using the "Humor" tag with this one, something I rarely dare to do.

Commission information: https://www.sofurry.com/view/611471

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It took Hinrich a couple of changes on the S-Bahn before he finally reached the apartment blog rumoured inhabited by a certain bad-tempered tiger...and looking at his phone, he knew that he was already late.

"Verdammt!"

It might've only been five minutes past seven now, but Hinrich was quite sure that the tiger would not take missing red pandas lightly. He knew he could've phoned him now, or sent a text message telling that he was running late, but the idea of being yelled at on the phone or even told not to bother to show up...his tail bristled at the very idea, and made him hurry along the pavement as fast as he could. It already felt hot under his collar, the neatly pressed striped shirt starting to cling onto his furs as he walked through the crisp air. Did his breath come out in vapour? It seemed to be, he thought, really too busy looking at street signs and number plates than to think about the weather.

Another glance. Ten past now.

Shit!

He'd walked another fifteen metres down the street before he realized that he'd just gone past the right building. Hinrich cussed under his breath and hurried back, to find a locked door with a keypad on it. So modern, he thought...seeking the series of doorbells by the door. He found number 41 easily, of course, but it was not marked with a name...just an empty space where a nameplate could be, between "Lampe" and "Schöps" on the listing.

Hinrich took one final deep breath, swallowed, and hit the button, awaiting the verdict.

"YES?" the tinny voice barked out of the small metal grille, still gruff enough to make his ears jump and his tail tuck its way between his legs, as if seeking cover from the cold weather...rather than something else.

"Hallo," Hinrich replied, "It is I, Baikal!"

"YOU'RE LATE!"

"Uh...yeah, I know...I...I had some problems with the S-Bahn!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

"The...ahhh...the tram?" Hinrich had to think for a moment before his explanation rolled off his tongue.

"WHATEVER. COME UPSTAIRS!"

"Thank you", Hinrich mumbled before he heard the door open, and hurried into a musky, carpeted hallway that smelled of Sauerkraut and detergent and old concrete apartment building. In his experience, they all seemed to develop some kind of a basic scent over the decades, he thought, going up the stairs since he saw no elevator in the hallway, something composed of years of cooking the same foods over and over again, cleaning fluids and some kind of degeneration of old concrete, insulation materials and paint. Maybe it was formaldehyde he smelled, he thought dully, his nose wrinkling as he walked past a door that had a wreath of dry flowers hanging on it. His heart was thumping in his chest and he felt a bit light-headed, once he finally got to the fourth floor and right there, a few steps past the stairs, there was a door marked "41".

Still no name plate or a tag or anything, he noticed, but it had to be the right one...Warrick had told him that he lived on apartment number 41 in this building...that's the doorbell that answered...it had to be...he...he wouldn't trick a poor red panda like that, making him knock on some innocent old lady's door while snickering somewhere nearby and watching him make a fool of himself.

"Hier I go..." Hinrich muttered to himself before knocking.

It sounded like a rockslide, or something akin to it, the noise coming from behind the battered-looking wooden door, before it opened with a kind of a lurch and revealed a tiger, standing there so tall his ears almost touched the ceiling...or that's the impression Hinrich got, briefly, when he had to duck his head down on the doorway...maybe that was it...clad in a oversized T-shirt of all things, and some training pants, and no shoes or shocks, Hinrich noticed in his quick once-over, as he observed the huge footpaws standing on top of crumpled Aldi and Lidl adverts that littered the floor of the small hall.

"Panda!" the tiger croaked. "Come on in!"

"Hallo," Hinrich muttered, staring at the tiger's toes rather than the rest of him, as much as he wanted to, indeed, there was a lot to be seen.

"Well don't just stand there!" the tiger grumbled. "If I keep this door open for much longer this awful stink is going to spread in here!"

The tiger backed into his cave now, leaving Hinrich just about enough room to walk into the small hallway. He became instantly crushed against a coat rack full of the tiger's clothes when the said striped beast suddenly pushed past him to pull the door shut. It locked itself with a booming "click" that made the insides of Hinrich's ears tingle. He got tail-smacked once the tiger went past him again, and then simply sauntered into the apartment itself, leaving the panda to look at the swing of his tail, poking out from the back of those saggy pants.

"Leave your shoes there, I don't like a mess."

Hinrich looked at the veritable layers of adverts covering the floor where they'd seemingly dropped straight off the mail slot on the door and wondered whether that constituted a mess or not, but he was sure to hurry getting his shoes off before he followed the on the trail of the tiger. It wasn't a very large apartment, he thought, he walked past two bedroom doors, he thought, a door into a bathroom was ahead of him, and a small kitchen to the left, while, as he turned to the right, the living room opened from the hallway. There was a small balcony visible through the windows that had a flimsy curtain of indeterminable colour over them.

It seemed to him, funny enough, that the tiger hadn't joked about at least one part of his invitation - there really were boxes there, not too many, but still, indeed, plastic boxes littered the room where one could also see an almost empty bookshelf, a television set showing Grey's Anatomy, Hinrich noticed with guilty recognition, and a large black leather couch that filled up one side of the room. The tiger had already crashed down upon it, sitting with his arms over the backrest, his legs wide, and his tail swishing against the floor aggressively.

"I'm so damn bored, I can't even watch TV, it's all in German, that's ridiculous!" the tiger groaned and waved a paw towards the TV where dramatic scenes were being conducted in poorly lip-synched German.

Hinrich lingered on the doorway into the living room, watching the tiger with a measure of disbelief - there was the huge tiger, acting so pissed off over something so pointless, and almost like...like the red panda wasn't there. It was strange, considering how much effort he'd spent on inviting him, barging into his room, playing around with him with clear gusto, and then spending half an hour breathing down Hinrich's neck in his office while Hinrich tried his very best to act professional and explain his research project to the tiger making a variety of difficult questions.

"Well, that's how we do it," Hinrich mused. "Sorry."

"You suck," the tiger declared loudly.

Only when I'm allowed to, Hinrich mused, checking the obvious bulge on the tiger's pants while the tiger remained poised on his couch, scowling at his ruined enjoyment of television, it seemed.

"Do you like this show?" Hinrich questioned. It seemed...uncharacteristic.

"Used to bang this lioness for a while who wouldn't stop gushing about it," the tiger made a face.

Hinrich's ears jumped at the statement - did the tiger just -

"Don't look at me like that, gay boy!" the tiger laughed, deep, almost like a bark, a sound the red panda would never expect from someone of feline persuasion, it was just such a...doggy noise. "Don't you have bisexuals in Germany? I read they invented the whole gay business here! Hirschsprung someone..."

"Uhhh...I don't really know about that..." Hinrich scratched the back of his neck, feeling his damp collar in the process.

"Well, get used to it!" the tiger grunted. "I banged girls only until I finally accepted that if I want to bang some guys too, then I'll fucking bang some guys too and be off with it. I'm a sensitive guy, you know, it took me a while to get used to the idea that I'm part-homo, you know!"

Hinrich wasn't sure what to make of this outburst coming from the tiger who certainly didn't look like he was a sensitive guy, sitting there and looking like some kind of a gym outcast while watching chick TV and talking with the red panda he had roughly seduced only hours previously...and Hinrich knew that was that the tiger had done...he'd cast his hook, complete with a nice, wriggling, fat worm, and Hinrich had swallowed it whole...and gladly.

"Hmmm...good for you?" Hinrich was pretty sure that was the right English phrase to use.

The tiger chortled and snapped the fingers of one big paw and then pointed a finger at the couch.

"Come here!"

Hinrich walked past a few unopened moving boxes on his trailing way to the tiger's leather throne, and tried not to act hesitant by the time he reached the couch and settled down onto it, well aware that the tiger's arm was still over the backrest and could descend down on him at any time. He tried to be careful and not to brush the tiger's legs with his tail, resulting in a rather spasmodic twitch of that very same tail to the right...while the tiger let out a few huffing breaths and sniffed in the red panda's direction.

"You've showered," he grunted.

"I...uh...yeah..." Hinrich mumbled, "...I...I didn't know if I...should have, but I felt like it..."

"I only washed below the waist," the tiger replied in a remarkably conversational tone, "musky pits is cool but smelly junk, no thank you."

Hinrich swallowed again as his eyes dropped to the tiger's groin, so...obvious, through that grey, thin fabric that really was showing a proper bulge now...then his eyes jumped upwards, quickly, to meet the tiger's eyes when he heard a little harrumph come from the big sexy beast...the tiger was looking at him sternly.

"Now, I've a few ground rules," the tiger grunted.

"Rules?" Hinrich mumbled in surprise.

"Yeah, about this," the tiger said, "if we're gonna play, we gonna do it my way, okay?"

"Play...?" Hinrich flicked a curious ear.

The tiger chuckled deeply.

"Well you didn't come here to talk about biostratigraphy!" the striped menace huffed, though smirking with his tongue poking out of the corner of his muzzle. "Unless your balls really have fossilized..."

Hinrich let out a nervous giggle.

"They're...they're alright..." he spoke breathily.

"Good!" the tiger boomed. "That's a start. Now you're ready to hear my rule number one!"

"Always wash your balls?" Hinrich suggested.

The tiger laughed for a whole minute and pawed on Hinrich's back several times while he laughed and shook and swiped everywhere with his tail, until he finally recovered, rubbing his face with his paw and shaking his head.

"Oh for fuck's sake..."

"You said it's important..." Hinrich mused.

"Yeah, of course it is, but that's not my rule number one...only maybe...number five..." the tiger stated.

"Alright..." Hinrich whispered.

The tiger reached out and cupped his muzzle in his paw and tilted Hinrich's muzzle into an angle so that they were really face to face...and then he leaned forward, looking at him with a vicious smirk on his face, his hot breaths washing over the red panda's with a purpose, painting heath under his cheek furs.

"My first rule..." the tiger grumbled...

"Y-yes?" Hinrich tried not to whimper, though he knew that he was almost there.

"NO DRAMA!" the tiger snorted.

"Euhmm..."

The tiger's fingertips squeezed down on him more firmly, briefly, nothing painful, but enough to tingle...

"If you're one of those guys who get a good fuck and then immediately say stupid shit like 'I love you' and want to move in or something, I'm gonna kick my leg up your ass before I kick you out of this place, you got that?" the tiger grumbled.

"Uhhh...I'm...I'm not like that..." Hinrich replied, "I...I'm...heh...down to earth kind of a guy..."

The tiger grunted.

"Can't I get away from these awful geology jokes even in the other side of the Atlantic?" the tiger's ears drooped.

"We get the same newsletters on our email here too, Warrick," Hinrich mused, his jaws partially constrained by tiger fingers or not.

"Typical," the tiger snorted.

"It's a small world after all?"

The tiger grunted.

"What did I talk about me not liking bitches huh? HUH?" The tiger snarled.

"I'm..." Hinrich mused, his lips even if a part of his mind yelled something else, "I'm not a bitch..."

"You like giving me some lip though...I dunno if that's a sign of bitchiness or not...I haven't quite figured you out yet..." the tiger growled, staring him down.

Hinrich's cock was already so hard that he was sure it'd probably snap in half or something if it hit something, but he still decided to risk it, just a little.

"I'm...I'm...tiny compared to you," what else can I do to stand up to you...?"

The tiger scowled, but seemed to accept the answer, for he let out a chuckle.

"Well, looking at it that way...I might just let you get away with it, as long as you won't start whining..."

"I don't whine..." Hinrich whined, his muzzle and nose full of musk the tiger was putting out like a garden sprinkler or something.

"There's nothing more unattractive than a whining bitch...or a whining boy..." the tiger carried on his monologue while he rubbed the red panda's muzzle with his obscenely warm and leathery fingerpads, "I don't mind if you're slutty but...whining...it makes my cock shrink quicker than Kim Kardashian!"

"I'm not gonna whine..." Hinrich retorted.

"Excellent!" the tiger blew him a kiss across the thirty centimetres or so separating their muzzles. "If you did..."

"You'd foot-fuck me and kick me out, I got it previously."

"Sounds kinky," the tiger licked his lips.

"Euhhmm..."

"Oh come on," the tiger tugged him by his jaw, quick enough that Hinrich found himself toppling towards the striped male with no control, "you Germans are reeeeally kinky..."

"We...we are?" Hinrich mumbled.

Hot, wet tongue stroked over his lips before he had a chance to react otherwise, it made him stiffen in all the right ways and gasp, followed by a snort that made the tiger's ears flick, the surprise burst of air upon his whiskers more than enough to set him off...but still the wet, pink muscular intruder lapped over his lips before the tiger yanked his head back, breathing hard and noisily.

"Who the fuck am I kidding?" the tiger panted dangerously, and then leaped for the kill.

Hinrich barely had the time to yelp before huge arms were around him, suddenly, he wasn't quite sure what was happening for a few seconds in the flurry or arms, paws and tails, but somehow he ended up lying on the couch with the tiger on top of him, beefy thighs hugging his own from both sides while the cat, his back curved, crouched over him, paws around Hinrich's wrists to push his arms high over his head, effectively binding them down with his heavy, threatening weight...which Hinrich could only imagine, rather than feel, because the tiger was in some kind of a hover mode, just about touching him, but...but there was no weight...only the tantalizing contact of warm body and cloth on cloth, and with a very dirtily purring tiger muzzle plastered near his own.

"...I haven't jerked off since that badger sucked me off..." the tiger breathed against his face, deliberately open-muzzled and hot, moving and panting all over him while he sniffed the red panda all over... "...you know why?"

Hinrich, feeling pinned down and captured, only managed a whimpered: "Yes?"

"...because I goddamn fucking knew I'm gonna have you soon..." the tiger growled, making a strange, constrained hiss before a strange, slippery sound signalled the release of a veritable flow of saliva that suddenly flooded Hinrich's face, drizzling from above.

He gasped with surprise at the rank, hot feeling, and couldn't even snap his muzzle shut when he felt a bit dribble into his muzzle, almost straight to the back of his throat. The tiger was marking him, he knew as much, doing the nasty with him, not exactly spitting on him, simply drooling on him like that, making sure that his cheek furs glistened with his dirty nectar. It didn't really taste of anything, only like a very thorough French kiss, Baikal mused dully, somewhere between thoughts of "Fuck yeah!" and "Take me now!" and "whimper", and he kept his head obediently still while the tiger had his fun with him, keeping the red panda well in place with his body, paws and the sheer grumble coming off his barrel chest.

"You heard that..." the tiger panted between clenched, glowing teeth, "I've denied myself a minimum of TEN orgasms because I want to pump you full of jizz..."

The tiger didn't let him a chance to speak in reply, he simply planted his tongue into Hinrich's muzzle and kissed him like mad, groaning and huffing even with his enclosing over Hinrich's and dominating him with such an intense grip of lips and jaws. Hinrich's maddened mind conjured thoughts of him walking away bow-legged from this place once the tiger would be done with him...to hell with his sphincter...

His grip upon Hinrich's wrists only seemed to grow tighter, and then the red panda realized that the tiger was adjusting his hips now, so that he was actually starting to press them down against the panda's flat belly...he felt a firm pouch, and the definite shape of a feline cock grinding onto his belly...for that's what he was doing, suddenly, intensely, causing Hinrich's tummy to undulate as he tried to tense his muscles there to meet that dangerous feline torpedo...bucking his hips a little to it while the tiger humped him, happily growling into his muzzle still that he kept in a non-stop lip-lock. His face was burning with heat, desire, arousal, and the residual of the tiger's saliva making the furs messy, but being enclosed in such a blanket of rippling masculine musclehood made the red panda easily lie there, squirm only a little, and let the tiger do whatever filthy acts he had in mind for a slinky German who had ventured into his man-cave under false pretenses...

"Arghhh..." the tiger suddenly tore his muzzle away from Hinrich's, his face a mad scowl while he kept fucking the red panda's belly.

Hinrich's eyes widened - the tiger really looked like he was planning to start embracing his feral roots in ways that included eating little red panda's for dinner, but instead, he simply bucked against his captive a good half a dozen times, hard enough to almost force the air out of his lungs, whatever did escape did come out in soft huffs not too different from whimpers...but Hinrich had promised not to whimper...not even when the tiger's tail whipped the air behind them, smacked the wall, the couch, and whatever, until the tiger really did collapse on top of him, panting, hips flush with the red panda's own, and breathing really loudly all over the panda's glowing face.

"Shit...look what you did...just creamed my pants for ya, boy..." the tiger groaned, his paws almost going slack around Hinrich's wrists, "Daaaamn that was good..."

"Y...you..." Hinrich mumbled.

"There's plenty of that where it came from, dontcha worry little guy..." the tiger kept smirking while he panted down from his orgasmic high...for now..."I'll let you have some reeeally soon..."

Any possible retorts by Hinrich were again muffled by a big, wet tongue making rounds in his muzzle before the tiger clambered away from on top of him and simply stood by the bed, leaving the red panda to just lie there on the creaky leather couch, still a bit dazed from what had just happened over only a couple of minutes on that recliner...

"Damn...you're really sexy..."

The tiger pulled his T-shirt off, exposing his huge body for the red panda to see, finally, such a broad chest, a narrow waist and everything covered in that thick, rich, vibrant pattern of fur that smoothed away into a warm whit over his chest, tuffs of fur that invited attention...paws...hell, he'd lick him all over if the tiger asked him to...he probably would.

"Thanks..." Hinrich mumbled.

The tiger pulled the cord on his pants as if he was opening a parachute, not some surely by now cum-stained track pants, the panda thought, fighting the urge to grab himself through his own pants...but what was revealed next almost made his eyes bulge. The tiger was wearing a jockstrap under his pants, a blue, snug pouch over his crotch with black elastics going over his broad, muscled beefcake hips, digging deep into the furs like extra stripes there. It looked so damn good...and it had been so unexpected that Hinrich found himself lifting his head from the leather seat and just staring, maw a little bit agape.

"Well put that mouth shut, a cock might fly in there if you're not careful," the tiger chuckled in that by now obviously characteristically rough voice, lifting his arms up a little to do some rather obvious posing that was making Hinrich want to wag his tail, and that didn't happen every day.

"Euhhm..."

"So, I like wearing a jock," the tiger snapped, "what did you expect, long johns?"

"Vat?" Hinrich questioned with a puzzled frown.

"Never mind," the tiger slipped his thumb under one of his jockstrap elastics and gave it a hearty snap over his hip, "you get naked now, and make it quick, I don't like strippers on a principle and I especially hate bad ones!"

Hinrich scooted up from the couch and didn't really waste much time getting to it, he unbuttoned his shirt under the piercing gaze of the tiger, standing there with his arms folded over his chest, tail whipping about him and smelling clearly and unmistakably of cum now, he could smell it, seeping off the big male like a particularly pleasant cologne, it was enough to make the skin crawl on the back of the red panda's neck. He tossed his shirt away soon, well aware of the scrutiny, now, how he must've appeared like a stick figure in comparison to the tiger giving him a leering look...

"Pretty nice," the tiger harrumphed, "at least you can't be mistaken for a girl like some gay boys I've banged...even if they're a good fuck, it can get a bit confusing when you're looking for some boobs to grab and find none..."

"Thanks...I guess..." Hinrich muttered while he went for his fly and buttons.

"I like to keep things simple," the tiger winked.

No wonder you're such a sexy brute, Hinrich thought as he quickly bent over to get rid of his pants, leaving him only with some blue boxers briefs, and feeling most exposed, once he'd dealt with his shoes and socks.

"Turn around when you take those off," the tiger indicated his underwear with his tail, "I like seeing that part."

"Alright..." Hinrich breathed, obediently padding about until he was showing his backside for the tiger, his tail flicking a little while he dared to put his fingers under his waistband and...leaning over the couch that smelled of tiger and a red panda, and tugging his tail to the side, he pushed his remaining piece of clothing down, knowing very well that he was giving the tiger an eyeful of his modest butt end of things...at least the tiger wasn't laughing...

He was engrossed in what he was doing and barely noticed the steps, loud as they were when someone was that heavy, but he didn't have the time to stand up before the tiger was upon him again, pouch pressing on the small of his back while big striped arms wrapped around him and pulled him flat against the tiger's chest.

Hinrich tensed and moaned - he'd ended up in the exact position he had envied before, at the gay bar when the tiger was grinding with that badger - now it was him in those arms, with that erection pumping musk onto his back while the tiger felt his body tremble gently in his full-body grasp...hot breath caressing the red panda's ears.

"Hmmm..." the tiger slurred into his ear, "yeah...pretty good..."

"Th...thanks?" Hinrich spoke, not sure what was being complimented, though he knew that he had a big cock grinding against his spine, and it felt good, and so did those big arms cradling him.

The tiger let out a vicious growl before he closed his maw over the top of Hinrich's head, a curious sensation of having the tips of his teeth press against his skin ever so tightly, complete with a crazily suctioning maw and a tongue painting a big swirl over the crown of his head. It felt so weird, he almost yelped...and he knew that he was pressing down against the tiger, even in this tight embrace, wanting a little bit more...

"Uhhmhmhmh..."

The paws moved over his body, teasing his nipples, hard nubs now that fell victims to the tiger's rolling fingers, roughly caressing such miniscule parts of his chest and leaving the rest to simply bristle and tingle while the tiger held him, suspended almost on tiptoes while he licked and mouthed and marked Hinrich once more...his cock so hard, too, but untouched by the tiger who seemed to be more intent on trying to milk some other part of him.

"Hhmhmmyeah..."

The tiger spun him around and pushed him back to a seated position on the couch again, bringing a surprised yelp from Hinrich as he landed a bit awkwardly on his tail. The tiger smirked and snorted and stepped closer...standing with his legs spread a bit, arms still over his chest.

"Take it off. Bet you wanna see what's underneath."

"Hell yes...like you say..." Hinrich whispered, surprised how fast his paws indeed reached that elastic and began to tug on it, he too almost purring from the pleasure of feeling the tiger's firm ass cheeks, if only from the sides.

The pouch on the front came loose soon enough, too, prompting a stop from the red panda as he suddenly became face to face with the tiger's manly prides. It was...well...it wasn't the hugest thing around, he could tell, cats never were big like canines could be, the red panda knew as much from past experience, but still, there was a respectable, curved member protruding from a sheath that was almost completely covered in the feline's spunk, and that angry-looking cock's pointed tip was covered in a row upon row of barbs. His balls were large, he could tell easy enough, too, even if their fuzzy sac must've added some...mass...Hinrich thought, as he gulped, his head feeling almost faint from the musk that was oozing from the tiger's messy groin.

"...what did I tell you about keeping your muzzle open like that?" the tiger grumbled.

Hinrich's fingers twitched against the tiger's hips, and suddenly he stepped back, leaving him to almost fall forward while the tiger quickly undid his jock and dangled it on his paw, grabbing the pouch and grinning violently before he pushed it against his muzzle and took a long, deep sniff.

"HmhmhhmhPHHP!"

Hinrich whimpered at the sight, the aroused tiger, his big cock, his body, the sheer nastiness of what he was just doing, taking such pleasure smelling his own funk like that...and smiling once he was done, and licking his lips, and Hinrich would be verdammed if there weren't a few specks of cum on his whiskers once he was done.

The tiger dangled the jock down again, this time holding it by the straps, and dropped it down towards the red panda's muzzle like some kind of a perverse yo-yo.

"Why don't you clean it up?" the tiger huffed.

Hinrich's eyes might've gone wide and his paws were shaking a little, but...he lifted them up and cupped the jock in his paws, as if taking in the Holy Grail instead of a little stitched pouch of fabric that reeked of tiger balls and had several glistening stains that darkened the cloth and smelled...well...like a tiger...it tingled inside his skull, and made his own unattended cock throb and leak against his own belly furs...he could probably style the furs there soon, using his own fluids for the purpose...oh God, he was probably going to some atheist hell for this, he thought, as he inhaled the aroma of manhood while the owner of the said stench observed with a lewd grin and a loose paw around his dick.

"Uhhh...."

"In case you're wondering, I put it on half an hour ago, it's newly washed" the tiger stated, suddenly, "in case you're squeamish..."

"I'm not..." Hinrich muttered, though quietly glad that he wasn't being made to chew on a week-old piss-and-who-knows-what soaked crusty piece of funk...no...no...now, as he softly nuzzled the fabric, he knew that there was only fresh musk and streaks of cum the tiger had put there a moment before. The smell was still remarkably strong, though, and he found himself wanting to drool...he swallowed, even as he let his tongue slip out and...take a first taste...a particular blob noted and scooted up to his tongue...the tiger's purrs filling his ears as he closed his eyes and began to lap up and down over the messy cloth, the act growing on him quickly. It didn't seem to matter that he got indirect cum stains over his cheeks, or that he was chewing on someone's used jock, or that the owner was looking at him and probably purring quietly to himself on the fact that he'd sent the usually composed red panda into such a state of slutty suggestion, ready for anything , it seemed, including licking the tiger's underwear of choice, just like that. Hinrich couldn't deny that it felt...oddly relieving, to be acting like this, showing that he was ready to worship the tiger in any way he desired to, he knew that it'd be very easy to...submit, whatever that meant for the bad-tempered tiger.

His cheeks burned furiously by the time he finally peeked up, to see the tiger grinning there...cocktip peeking from amidst the fingers wrapped around his meat, not stroking it, just keeping it warm, really...

"I wasn't sure you'd go for it..." the tiger smirked.

"Do I have a choice?" Hinrich stated.

"Sure," the tiger said, "where's the fun if you're not doing it willingly, because you just can't help it?"

"Euhhmm..."

"Oohhhhh can't decide, huh?" the tiger struck a cocky pose, complete with a bobbing erection, and tilted his head aggressively. "Well let's see...yeah...scoot over..."

Hinrich butt-shuffled to the side, not really sure what was going to happen next, as the tiger stepped over and crashed down to his couch, the couch sighing when he settled onto the leather seat. The tiger smirked upon his landing, and moved towards the panda until he was sitting on the centre of the couch, and Hinrich found himself possibly squashed between the armrest and the tiger.

"Now, why don't you lie down on my lap, I think I wanna check out that little ass of yours," the tiger grinned, poking a thumb against Hinrich's shoulder.

"You want..."

The tiger patted his beefy man-thighs and harrumphed, spreading them wider.

"There's plenty of space here! Just crawl onto it, facing that way!" he pointed.

"Alright..."

Hinrich felt acutely stupid as he got to all fours on the couch and found himself crouching over the tiger, like that...and with those heavy paws landing on his back, he was forced down, too, so that he rested over the tiger's thighs, knees on one side, elbows on another side, his tail flicking nervously as he felt the tiger's paws rub over his thigh.

"You've got really sexy fur...it's pretty and smooth..." the tiger drawled, prompting Hinrich to look up to him, even as he felt the tiger's cock pulse against his belly again, though bare and warm, this time, and so much better.

"Thanks..."

"And your ass..."...Hinrich clenched his butt cheeks when that paw suddenly ran all the way to the base of his tail and tugged on it, forcing him to moan out, "looks...bouncy..."

The paw released his tail in and instant and clapped down somewhat hard, sending a spark of smarting pain through his butt when his cheek was so unceremoniously mauled by a heavy paw landing on it like that. He yelped and flapped his tail against the intruder, hitting an arm, harmlessly, of course, and soon the paw fell again, with a similarly loud sound...it was a loose paw indeed...

"Knew it'd be...fuck yeah..." the tiger growled lustfully, one paw rubbing between Hinrich's shoulder blades while the other fondled and stroked his buns, playing with them, squeezing the muscled halves together before fingers pried them apart, and again, before another series of playful smacks landed, "ohh I like an ass that can take a few slaps..."

Hinrich wasn't sure what to think of the feeling - he'd gotten into a few kinky situations over his years as an active homosexual, but getting spanked was a wholly new experience. The tiger was going at it, too, not very hard, but he was making some noise, and making the red panda clutch the arm rest of the couch while trying to balance on his elbows and take those slaps and swipes of the heavy paw...the tiger was obviously holding himself back, Hinrich knew that he must've been strong enough to do real damage if he chose to do so, but now it was just teasing, almost gentle...if you could ever call spanking gentle, but it wasn't something he wanted to object to passionately...as long as the rest of the evening wasn't going to be spent like this...

"Such a pretty ass..."

"I thought you said I wasn't pretty," Hinrich glanced at the tiger, with a soft frown upon the persistent smarting over his butt now.

"Not in the 'would look good in a little black dress' sense, but this ass is nice, and I wanna do stuff to it..." the tiger grumbled as he pushed fingertips onto the red panda's ass crack and rubbed all the way from his balls to his hole, getting deep between those buns and stroking the fuzzy skin he discovered, "a lot..."

Hinrich tried to suppress a whimper at the hot sensation of the blunt fingers and pads stroking over his taint, and swallowed the next moan, too, even if it was caused by the tiger rubbing a pad against his tailhole.

"Glad," he said, not sure whether he should be flattered that his ass didn't look like a girl one...and whatever that told about the tiger's appetite when it came to girls...or men...

"In fact..." Hinrich's eyes widened when the tiger's blunt thumb suddenly poked against his asshole, not hard enough to try to pry him open but...enough to feel, "...I might just stuff it..."

"Who..." hmmm...the red panda mumbled as the thumb rubbed on his flexing pucker, "...who's making bad jokes now?"

"Ohh shaddap or I'll spank that smirk off yer face!" the tiger gave a resounding smack upon the red panda's posterior.

Hinrich let out a surprised grunt, but still, it was all overshadowed when he suddenly felt gravity disappear, or so it seemed, when the tiger ever so quickly grabbed him and lifted him clear off the couch in his arms...without a hitch, it seemed, since the tiger didn't make a noise picking him up, and stormed towards the hallway, with the red panda's tail waving madly.

"Uhhhhmhhhh..."

The tiger used Hinrich to open the door...it wasn't locked, it simply swung over upon contact with wriggling red panda footpaws, and he found himself dropped upon a bed, and for a moment, just as he gathered his wits again, he saw the tiger framed on the doorway before light exploded into the room. It was just a bare bulb on the ceiling, he noticed, and the bedroom was Spartan to say the least, with only a double bed there, and wardrobes, but that was it as far as decoration and furniture went. A few articles of clothing littered the floor, but he didn't really have much eye for that...the approaching tiger was much more interesting...and dominated his field of vision, soon, walking over without a hurry, it seemed.

"Make some room," the tiger growled.

Hinrich rolled over just when the tiger landed, on all fours, arching his back with clear pleasure as he settled upon the bed, legs spread, tail swaying behind him as he turned to look at the red panda he'd thrown to the bed, and winked.

"Peekaboo."

"What..."

The tiger swiped his tail against the red panda's side and smirked again, and let out a snort.

"How about you kiss my ass?" the tiger winked, "Haven't had any nice German boy do my booty yet..."

Hinrich gawked.

"Do...you...say..."

The tiger growled.

"In your dreams, boy," the striped cat grunted, "I'd gotta be a hell a lot more gay before letting anyone bang my ass!"

"I wasn't going to - "

"How about you get that tongue back there right now, though?" the tiger snorted. "I feel stupid in this bitchy position if there's nothing good happening!"

Hinrich observed the rapid flicking of the tiger's tail and decided that he better hurry or the tiger might actually pass up on a session of ass worship, and the red panda couldn't deny that the prospect of burying his muzzle under that tail was making his horniness factor increase logarithmically. He climbed off the bed he'd been so unceremoniously tossed onto and then looked at the magnificent muscle-rump being pointed in his direction by a huffing tiger, with that long tail curling to the side in a way Hinrich suspected would've been rather enticing for a dominant muscle daddy looking to do some spelunking...and it did the trick for him, too, inviting eyes into that crevice that ran all the way to the big fuzzy balls he could see hanging between the tiger's comfortably spread legs.

"...hope you don't mind me saying that you've got a great ass..." Hinrich whispered as he knelt behind the tiger and put his paws down to massage the round, firm buns under his paws, slowly growing more confident as he felt up the thick muscles.

"I can take a compliment like anyone else!" the tiger grunted. "But I think your muzzle's got something better to do than just speaking stuff like that, don't you think?"

"Right..."

"Start with the balls, they're feeling a bit itchy, think there's some cum down there."

"You don't say?" the red panda mused, looking down the tiger's taint to observe the spheres in question...hanging there ever so invitingly, and with some of the fur curling up suspiciously.

"I don't feel licking!"

Hinrich drew a deep breath before diving in, and soon got a faceful of butt as much as he had lungs of air, meaning that he could really go to town on the tiger's dangling jewels. He could taste the by now familiar tang of cum there, smelled the musk, and felt silky furs stroking against his cheeks. He had his paws on the tiger's rump and massaging it, such a warm, firm...mountain, he thought, with a private smirk while lapping and bouncing the tiger's balls over his tongue. The deep rumbles and grunts seemed to be indications that he was working well, too, as well as the little, subtle push of that admirable rump towards his questing tongue.

"Hhmmyeah...."

The slurred words sounded good enough, Hinrich thought, letting his tongue slide up and down in the ticklish valley of the tiger's butt, really taking him in now as he was forced to breathe through his nose, his muzzle really too busy now while he let his breath add to the play, making the tiger groan.

"Yeeahh..."

Well, that sounded good, Hinrich thought happily now, really getting to the swing of things with his tongue preparing to go where no men had gone before, or so the tiger claimed...well, at least not in capacity other than what he was doing now, slipping his tongue into the forbidden territory through a Berlin wall of musky furs and curling hairs that all seemed to lead along the warm crack and into the tiger's sweetest zone.

"...fuck now we're talking!"

Hinrich could feel the tiger's rump tense, he saw his tail rise, too, obviously affected by the fact that he'd just been tongue-swiped across his asshole, a sensation so novel that some men just couldn't handle it, in Hinrich's experience...the tiger just took it like he liked things, it seemed, taking, since he pushed his ass back to meet the red panda's muzzle, lodging his nosepad to the very base of his tail so that there was barely room for his tongue and lips to work, trying to tease that prudently protected pucker in all the good ways he knew, now suitably wet with his spittle to do some proper rimming, too, for which he was glad...and so would be the tiger, he thought.

"Hrmrmrmryeah..."

Hinrich took that mrewled comment as a good sign, and something of a challenge, and decided to ante things up by grabbing the tiger's tail...a nice tug there would feel nice, the tendons ran all the way down to his asshole, too, he thought, as he gave the striped extra limb a good tug and waited for the response.

"MRMREMrERW!"

He went mad at it, slurping and rolling his tongue, poking with it like a spade, swiping around the rim of that muscled ring, then doing a particular corkscrewing motion that made such a dirty sound that his ears flicked appreciatively...the tiger's tail jerking in his paw like a fish out of water. For a hard total top he surely liked having his butthole played with, the red panda thought...and desperately hoped that his own similar orifice would soon be receiving some kind of a similar treatment...this was bound to drive the tiger mad with lust, and he intended to be ready to be pounced, when that moment would come.

It kinda did come without a warning, the tiger was just rumbling happily along while he got his butt munched, but suddenly that gorgeous ass was running away from him, Hinrich leaning forward to keep giving mouth-to-butt while he felt himself topping down, and the tiger was suddenly gone...but soon paws were on him, dragging him up to the bed again, and landing on top of the tiger...pulled by his armpits...

"There we go..."

A paw landed on top of his head and pulled him down into a kiss, a hard one with the tiger's tongue almost poking at his tonsils, it seemed, drilling deep and not minding his butt breath, it seemed...

"Gotta get off," the tiger growled once their muzzles parted, his paw still gripping Hinrich's neck furs almost painfully, "I'll do it in your muzzle..."

"S...sure..."

He pushed the red panda off him and got out of the bed with remarkable grace for someone of that size and then turned about, standing there with his cock pointing at the red panda accusingly.

"Get down here, and suck me off," the tiger growled, indicating a spot on the floor, his other paw slowly jacking on his glistening shaft.

Hinrch climbed out of the bed and got onto his knees, glad that there was at least a rug on the floor...it'd definitely be more comfortable like that...though once the tiger lurched forward and his back pressed onto the edge of the bed, a paw landing on top of his head, he had an inkling that he probably wouldn't have much time to worry about his knees.

"Stick your tongue out," the tiger growled between clenched teeth.

Hinrich knew he had no choice but to obey, and he did that, opening his muzzle wide and pushing his tongue out, lips closing around his teeth as he waited for it...that musky tip dripping even as he saw it in the tiger's grip.

"Gotcha..."

The tiger shoved the tip into his muzzle and immediately gripped the red panda's chin, going balls deep with a single thrust that left Hinrich grabbing pawfuls of tiger furs and gagging a bit, the shaft being more than long enough to poke the back of his muzzle while not really getting into his throat...but still, his eyes watered and he coughed, the tiger giving him just enough slack that he could suck in a breath around the tool lodged into his muzzle...but soon it was moving back in and he just swallowed, holding his breath and hoping that this would last only for a moment...or forever...

And he couldn't deny it, the tiger looked damn hot, towering above him and skull-fucking him like that, with deep strokes, scowling, snorting and grunting and not really even looking at the red panda...eyes half-closed in comparison to Hinrich's own that were fully lidded and rather wet after his involuntary gagging before...but he could breathe...occasionally...and it wasn't too bad, it wasn't breaking his jaws...his neck might have complaints later on, but before that, the tiger would have to stop humping his face. There seemed no stop to the slide of that pulsing, rubbery organ into his maw, the tiger didn't hold anything back and still he managed to go on for...Hinrich didn't really know, and didn't care, by the time the tiger's maw opened massively, he let out a roar, his entire body tensing in a spectacle, just when his cock twitched over the red panda's tongue, and he knew he was cumming...

"GHAAAH!" the sudden watery spurts hit the back of his throat and made him gag again, the red panda felt like he was choking and tried to pull back, but the tiger held firm, the only result of Hinrich's desperate maneuver being that the cum splashed onto his tongue first before he was compelled to swallow, and the musk seemed to fill his skull, his sinuses, everything, simply causing such an explosion of sensuality that he was almost surprised he didn't blow his own load from the submissive pleasure of servicing the tiger. He sure felt like he was reeling by the time the tiger staggered backwards, cock slipping out between the red panda's lips and leaving a small, hot trail of spunk and spittle over his chin...until it drip-drip-dripped to the floor as he gawked and gasped and tried to steady his breaths.

"Well damn, gay boy..." the tiger growled.

"Uhhhh...." Hinrich was slowly feeling like he wasn't going to pass out, but he was nonetheless slumped against the side of the bed.

"I need to take a leak," the tiger declared, then, "hate having sex when feeling like I need to pee..."

Hinrich stared incredulously at the tiger's swinging tail while the striped cat headed for the exit...just...just...how the hell could someone really have an attitude like that? The red panda yawned a few times, trying to get his muzzle to work properly after having it used as a sex toy, tongue covered in a film of cum, too, that he tasted with each breath, in or out, it must've filled his nose, too, he thought, ruefully. He kept trying to steady his breaths, too, and put an idle paw around his cock to give him at least some relief...careful not to get too happy with it...he wanted to cum when the tiger would want him to, and he suspected that might be some time away yet...he wasn't even sure if there was going to be a punishment if he popped prematurely.

His thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt appearance of the tiger in the room again, coming towards him purposefully, smirking as angrily as he ever did.

"Change of plans," the tiger said, "you're coming with me!"

He barely had time to even contemplate getting up before the tiger yanked him by the arm and got him to his footpaws, and they were going out of the room and towards the bathroom before he managed to open his muzzle.

"Whhat..."

The tiger opened the bathroom door and let them in - it was rather crowded with a sink, and a toilet, but there was a bath tub, too, of dubious size for someone as large as the tiger, Hinrich thought dully, but he had an inkling that it didn't really matter so much, all things considered, as he was rough-handled forward and into the tub.

"Ohhh you're not going to..." the red panda croaked, with paws landing on his shoulders to push him to kneel on the tub.

The tiger blew him a kiss and left one paw to rest heavily upon him shoulder while the other went down to give a few tugs on his angry red dick, almost fully hard still, covered in a film of spunk and saliva of their mutual effort from before.

"I'd hate a perfectly good piss go to waste..." the tiger smirked viciously, licking his lips, "and I got this feeling you'd look great with a bit dripping down your chest...so fucking funky..."

Hinrich's eyes bounced between the threatening tip of the tiger's stiff dick and the tiger's expression, and he felt his heart pound in his chest, racing against his better judgment, as he imagined the hot splash...the inevitable rush of pungent scent and the feeling of it seeping into his furs...giving the tiger exactly what he'd want, likely, with the red panda liking it even if he thought he probably shouldn't...that it'd be way too...slutty...

"Uhhh I don't know about that..." he mumbled.

"Well, this fun's been all nice but perfectly clean so far..." the tiger frowned, "and I bet that to really get you going it has to get a little bit dirtier than that...so how about it..."

Hinrich couldn't deny that the idea of having scent forced upon him had always stirred the secret submissive streak in him, sure, but...but...the tiger would never let him live it down...

"I can tell you want to..." the tiger chuckled roughly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, "you didn't say no yet...I can tell you're thinking about it...getting worked up..."

"Ehhh..." Hinrich tried not to whimper, staring at the threatening tiger still.

"A girl pissed on me once," the tiger said, suddenly, "she just climbed on my back and let it go...it felt so hot..."

Hinrich felt like throwing up at the image...and was rather surprised his mind could imagine such an accurate female anatomy...and for some reason his psyche was creating a female red panda straddling the tiger...letting it...rip...

"You can piss on me if you like..." the tiger said.

Hinrich whimpered.

"Just be quick with it," he hissed, his ears dropping with shame, "and nothing to the eyes, alright?"

"Have I ever been anything but a gentleman?" the tiger smirked.

"Motherfucker," Hinrich hissed.

"That's the spirit!" the tiger grinned as he stepped closer, legs clinging against the edge of the tub, "now, let's give you a reminder of who you're dealing with...mhhh....yeah...never easy through a boner...uhh..."

Hinrich wanted to say something sharp again, but perhaps that'd be counterintuitive, now that he'd already been talked into submitting to something like this...the tiger might get crazy ideas, like shove it in his muzzle and let it go there, or something...he didn't want to push his luck...

"Ahahahatheeeere..." the tiger suddenly sighed with the pleasure of a man getting a cold drink on a hot day, rather than...well...probably the perfect opposite, in a way, the red panda had just enough time to consider before the acrid stream hosed him from chin to balls in less than a second, a single, long burst the tiger managed to squeeze out before it lost force and drizzled over the tiger's knuckles instead.

"Damn..."

Hinrich shivered a little - the tiger's piss might've come out hot, but it started to feel cool quick enough, spreading through his furs, generally somewhat water-repellent as his coat was, but still...not designed for something like this, he did feel soaked, even from such a brief bout of watersports.

"You liking it, German boy?" the tiger grinned as he shook his paw, sending droplets flying all over the walls.

Hinrich batted the side of the tub with his tail and created a hollow sound.

"Well it's not really doing much for me yet..."

The tiger snorted.

"Guess you need more piss then!"

"Reeuhh..."

And the tiger did deliver, a solid sloshing now that Hinrich couldn't avoid, it landed over his collarbone and splashed near his muzzle, too close to comfort, so that he tilted his head to the side quickly to avoid any further accidents. It made a quick stream down his chest and over his belly, making his balls feel both hot and cold at the same time, as soon as it passed, and he tried not to breathe in too deep...the hot gunky funk burnt the back of his nose.

"Yeeeah...look at that...fuck that's...sexy..."

Hinrich listened to the tiger's monologue, his eyes closed while the tiger continued painting his furs with his musk, the heat...not so bad as he thought...it'd been a while...he'd been drunk...he wasn't drunk now, so perhaps he was enjoying it a bit more...it was making him feel horny, perhaps even against his own sensibilities...being covered in the tiger's scent was surely doing it to him...forcing him to... to think about it like that...reducing him into a trembling cock-wanting...something...he was sure the tiger would have a word or two to describe it.

He barely realized that it was over, but he did feel the tiger's paws, tugging on him to get him standing, and then the tiger was in the tub...pulling him close and kissing him, seemingly uncaring that their bodies, now plastered together, became mutually soaked, their furs and scents mingling while the tiger introduced his tongue into Hinrich's rumbling muzzle once more. His paws groped the red panda's ass and pulled their hips together, his cock now as hard as ever, poking him in the belly as they swayed together, Hinrich glad for the grip of his footpads...the bottom of the tub was quite slippery by now.

"Your turn now..."

Hinrich let out another well-kept whimper when he felt the tiger's paws around his shaft, giving it only a single stroke.

"Come on, kinky German boy...lemme smell you...bet you do this to yourself in the shower all the time..."

"Naturally," Hinrich whispered, bucking into the tiger's grip, well knowing that he was making it up...he didn't...but the tiger seemed to like the idea, so why the fuck not?

"Ohh you kinky little..." the tiger grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard while tugging on his dick, "come on...let it all out for daddy..."

The red panda wanted to comment on the tiger's uncreative dirty talk, but he decided that there was a better way to pay it all back...that was, to force his bladder through his hard cock...a feat the tiger had managed before, and he didn't want to be any less of a kinky bastard than the goddamn American...if he wanted some hot rank German piss, he'd be sure to get it...even if coming from a small red panda he liked playing around with...well, here was his brand of play...shaken, not stirred...

"Fffufuuuuuck yeah!" the tiger let out a growl filled with a purr when he felt liquid heat flow over his stomach, the musk filling the air as strong again, mingling with his own.

The tiger practically fucked his muzzle again with his tongue, holding the red panda close while he contributed to the sheer kinkiness taking place in the tub. The hot flow tickled Hinrich's paws and then drizzled along his thighs, creating strange, warm sensations...but he couldn't even really moan, the tiger was keeping him too busy...paws everywhere, tongue everywhere, a barbed cock raking against his belly...he wasn't sure how long he stood there, but he knew he was panting and blushing by the time he'd relieved his bladder and they were just making out...the tiger really playing with his ass with rough paws and...and...

"To hell with it," the tiger grunted, "I'm gonna fuck you right here...though we were gonna shower and go to bed but I ain't gonna wait...you're so damn wet and hot, boy..."

_"_Fick me..." Hinrich moaned, knowing very well that his voice had gone all low and slutty and...whiney...

"Ha, I understood that!" the tiger mauled his butt with another squeeze before he climbed out of the tub, briefly...going for the sink...opening the cabinet around it...and procuring a bottle.

"You've got...lubricant in the bathroom?" Hinrich hugged himself as he started to feel a bit cold again now, waiting for the tiger's return with a sort of a trembling anticipation of what would happen when that thick man-buster went in his ass.

"I like jacking off in the shower," the tiger explained with a grin before settling down onto the toilet seat, bottle in paw, "come on here..."

"But - "

"You're a bit short to get fucked standing up there, so we better do it on the can," the tiger explained, slapping a thigh with the paw holding the bottle of lube, "and here I thought you knew simple geometry..."

"I don't think about mathematics when I'm fucking," the red panda replied as he hesitantly got out of the tub, not really looking forward to slipping on the floor...but he managed, even on the bare floor void of a rug or the like...and his way led for the tiger, who was humming and purring to himself while squeezing a big glob of lube onto his fingers.

"Hahahah!"

The sight of the tiger playing with the goopy lube made Hinrich's asshole pucker up automatically...that shaft was sure going to make an impact in his..chute, he thought mildly, while the tiger hissed, obviously enjoying the prepaprations almost too much for his own good...soon to follow with a scowl and the throwing of the bottle in his direction. Hinrich caught it only barely, and fumbled with the bottle, briefly, making the tiger chuckle again.

"Grease up, " the tiger said, "doubt even German sluts go self-lubricating...unless you were looking forward to seeing me that much...theheheh..."

"Not quite," Hinrich said...and didn't add that he'd considered it...seriously...but...you know...slutty...

Hinrich squeezed down some lube onto his fingers and gave it a cursory rub before putting them under his tail...and upon realizing that the tiger was watching, he averted his gaze, much to the big cat dude's amusement.

"Oh, really now, the guy who's getting dick up his ass in a minute is embarrassed to be sticking a couple of fingers there in front of me?" he leered, waving his cock at the red panda with a couple of well-placed fingers, "ohhh grow up, it's just gay sex!"

"Well it is kinda private..." Hinrich replied, just about when he let out a good-natured gasp when his pucker received some lubed fingers trying to poke in.

"We just pissed each other for foreplay, I don't think private exists anymore, girly-butt!"

"You said it's not girly!" Hinrich complained. "You said I wasn't pretty!"

"I might have changed my mind..." the tiger mused.

"Well...fff..."

"Hurry up, or I'll jerk off and not let you lick the cum!" the tiger groaned, even giving a few strokes for good show.

Verdammt, the red panda thought quickly and decided that he might have to do this a bit less...fussily than usual, he thought, as he bit his lip and just...pushed them in, scissoring his digits a little to spread enough lube around himself before he was relatively happy...not perfect, but...

"I'm waaaiting..."

He pulled out with a soft plot and walked over to the tiger with wobbly legs...the tiger patting his thigh again.

"Facing me," he said, "I like to make out when I'm fucking. I'm romantic like that."

The tiger sounded less than romantic, but Hinrich decided to humour him, as he climbed onboard, so to speak, getting big, striped paws around his hips the instant his rump landed onto the tiger's thighs.

"Hhhmhmmhmnice..." the tiger grinned, massaging the red panda's rump, "now be a good boy and guide me in, will you...I'll give you a lift..."

The tiger's paws gripped firmly onto him and then lifted him up, just enough that Hinrich could reach down for the cat's slick cock and aim it...yes...panda's eye, he thought, wryly, then the ticklish tip nudged onto his hole...he had to keep his fingers there to keep it in place...the tiger...growling and holding him there, hovering...

"And now we..." the tiger hissed between clenched teeth, and dropped the red panda onto himself.

"_Fick!"_Hinrich gasped, feeling the barbed tip force itself onto him, dimpling his flesh and then in...just in, and his hole squeezed down on it, making that diabolically designed dick twitch inside him, raking those barbs...

"That's the way to go..." the tiger adjusted his grip and let another inch slip into the red panda whose paws landed upon his shoulders, for balance, as he was otherwise seated on a rather small point of support.

The tiger's pole was rather sturdy, he got to learn rather quickly when the tiger decided to stop teasing and just shoved himself the rest of the way in, stroking those barbs into Hinrich's prostate and making him gasp...throw his head back and groan...the tiger's sheath getting messed against his hole...just like that...

"Mmmyeah...kiss me, sexy..."

Hinrich did, breathless or not, getting a muzzleful even when the tiger began to buck up into him, propelling their sex with his legs propped on the floor...Hinrich soon felt like a rag doll, he wasn't doing anything but holding onto the tiger, his heavy body, heaving back and forth while the tiger began to churn himself in and out the red panda's loosening hole. Every breath carried musk, every second brought heat, in and out, his cock rubbed against the tiger's six-pack, covered in fuzzy, stinky fur, and the deep-driving thrusts inflamed his prostate, long neglected, long-teased by the endless sexual arousal the tiger seemed to be intent on inflicting on his prey before finally allowing some relief. Before that he'd have to satisfy the beast, though, the one who pumped him up and down on him like that, those hips keeping him well in place and unable to do anything else except buck his hips back and forth, enjoying how the different angles created sensations inside him...the hot cock churning and pumping his ass with a dirty, slippery sound.

"FFf..fuuck...the moment I...damn....saw you I knew I had to get under that...fucking....tail..."

Hinrich moaned, as he felt fingers tug on his tail, making him squeeze down on the tiger's pistoning shaft.

"Uhhh..."

"Yeeeah,....so...damn...begging to be...hamm...mered...!!!"

"Arhhh..." Hinrich threw his head back, riding the tiger now, just trying to force an orgasm out of himself and maybe get the tiger off in the process, too...he'd forgotten that he had tried to pretend not to want to quite as much as he actually did...but there was no denying it...he was thriving right there, as the tiger's cock warmer...it was making his balls implode...

"Yyeeah...cum for me, rock boy..." the tiger was practically drooling now, his own control slipping, clearly, as he drove himself home time after time.

Hinrich had managed it...well..a few times, but when the tingle began, behind his belly button, he knew that it was going to be a big one...his entire back passage felt like it was rippling, and he felt every single barbs, or so it seemed, when the convulsions of pleasure started, suddenly all too much on him, he simply crashed down and refused to move at all, even while the tiger still bucked into him.

"Ohhhfucck!"

He only later realized that he'd caught the tiger's chin with the initial spurt of cum, the rest kind of melted into one big memory of pure pleasure while he was still bred by a very large, very horny tiger, pumping in and out of his spasmodic ass while the tiger forced him to cum...his prostate beaten to a pulp, every single nerve crying aloud while the red panda revelled in his submissive pleasure and its ultimate expression, having an orgasm without touching his cock, his own manly tool that now drooled cum in little dribbles...even when the tiger's teeth clenched around his shoulder while the big, mean cat added another load of mess deep inside his asshole.

He stayed still for a moment afterwards...licked the red panda's muzzle...and grinned...

"Time to get washed, and then we're going to the bedroom...and the couch...and the kitchen table..."

*

"Knock-knock-knock!"

Hinrich groaned, looking at the door, the source of his auditory misery now. If it was Frau Voss, complete with her reeking breath, tendency to yammer on about Germany Searchen Für Eine Superstar and give him ridiculous tasks to do even though he wasn't working under her but he also knew he couldn't really say no either...

"Kom innen," the red panda called out, gingerly rotating in his chair so as not to put any undue action onto his KIA hindquarters.

The door slammed open, but no chain-smoking fox entered...no...something...worse....

"I understood that!" Warrick declared, both paws filled with mugs of hot cocoa, it's lingering aroma filling the small office quickly.

The red panda gulped.