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A gust of steamy bayou breeze blew me through the big red door of the club, met a solid wall of conditioned air smelling of a variety of species, beer and lust, and slouched sullenly back out onto Rampart Street. A few heads turned towards me, a few smiles were exchanged with some of the club regulars, and the bartender gave me a wave to let me know my usual drink would be waiting. It's good to be known - most of the time, anyhow.

Most of the faces in the crowd as I made my way to the men's room were at least slightly familiar. There on the edge of the French Quarter, the tourist trade was slower. Any visitors who made their way out to that part of the Big Easy were either lost or adventurous - or they knew where they were going. Most of them didn't know what was behind that big red door. Some would see the rainbow flags and turn away. Some would poke their noses in out of curiosity. They would hear the EDM thudding hard off the walls and turn their noses up at it, turning back to the safe, touristy Bourbon Street bars and their jazz and blues. A few would wag their tails, step out of the heat, order a beer and join the party.

It was early evening, so the bathroom was empty. A couple hours and a few drinks later, there was usually at least one stall with two sets of shoes in it.

A glance in the mirror assured me that the breeze and humidity hadn't mussed my hair too badly. I grinned at the image in the mirror. Sure, there were plenty of red wolves in the South, but not many of them looked that damn good. Tall, slim, perfect grey-flecked pelt, headfur drawn back into a ponytail, couple of gold hoops in each ear. Tight, sleeveless shirt, tight black jeans. My tail wagged. It was going to be a good night.

But then, it usually was.

The music hit me like a thrown brick as I stepped back out. In the DJ booth the nighttime guy had settled in, cranked the volume pots to the roof, and was intent on shaking some stucco off the roof with the bass. I bobbed with the beat as I headed to the bar.

"Lookin' fine, wolfie," called Charlie, the gator tending bar, as he slid my sazerac across. "Got a friend comin' by tonight?"

"Prospectin', mah friend, lookin' for Mister Right." I flipped him a ten-spot and grinned. "Or Mister Right Now, whoevah show up first."

Charlie flashed me a thumbs-up. I swished away from the bar and into the growing mass of bodies on the dance floor. It was still early, but the mixed crowd of furs already looked promising. Tossing back my drink in one long pull, I started my routine by joining the crowd of males, finding the beat, and moving with it and them.

I knew a few of the faces in that solid mass of music and movement. I had danced with them before in this club or another, somewhere in one of the numerous gay clubs of New Orleans. They smiled, moved with me, stepped away to another face. A few of them, I had danced with a little more closely. Those smiled a little more knowingly, moved in, touched my hip, my face, my tail, then carried on. It was too early to make a decision, and all of us just wanted to dance.

A blast of warmth swirled by. Most of the faces around me turned towards the door, but the view was obscured by other bodies. My view of the door was perfect, and so was the vision stepping through it - so much so that I lost the beat for a moment.

Tall, taller than me, broad in the shoulders, maybe a few years older. Orange stripes glowing in the flickering light from the dance floor, striped tail swishing back and forth. Perfect beige slacks and jacket, black shirt, and an aura that said "sexy as fuck."

To me, that all added up to a big red flashing 'target' sign over his head. I moved out of the dance floor for a moment and followed the tiger with my eyes as he stalked - any other word wouldn't fit - to the bar. Then I cast a glance behind him to see if anyone had come in with him. No sign of a boyfriend. I smiled; that made things easier.

Melting back into the dancers, I kept an eye on the big kitty. Was he a dancer? I couldn't be sure. Was he into twinks? I couldn't be sure of that either. Did he like canines? I pondered my approach, and was so sunk into my own head that I didn't even realize he'd walked up and joined the dance within a few feet of me.

The tiger moved gracefully for his size once he was on the floor. A few other dancers drifted towards him, all smiles and slinky movement. He joined them for a few moments, looked them over, then turned to the next, leaving a wake of disappointed faces. I watched his gaze drift over the crowd, brush past mine, then turn back. Our eyes met. It was nearly physical, the connection, and I damn near tripped, but gathered my thoughts and managed to plaster my best grin on my muzzle.

He bit. I watched him move closer, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he came in close and started to move with me. I had to look up to meet his eyes, and didn't mind a bit. "Evenin', big fella," I purred. He was close enough that I didn't have to shout, which suited me just fine. "Ain't seen your fine face here before."

"No, you haven't," he agreed, amusement in his deep voice. I caught a hint of a Northeast accent and hoped my Cajun patois wouldn't be too hard for him to understand. "First time here."

"To the club or N'awlins?" I asked as the music shifted to something a little more downtempo and our movements followed.

"Both. Looks like I picked a good time to visit." That smile grew to show just a little teeth, and my pants got just a little tighter. Damn but he was sexy close-up. "What's your name?"

"Landry." I stepped away from another dancer, brushing my fingers across the tiger's powerful chest. "And you?"

"Aaron." He brought a paw up and ran it along my upper arm, his eyes fixed on mine. I shivered. His voice, low and sultry, made me shiver again. "And you, Landry, are a pretty little thing."

I couldn't think of a way to reply to that, so just stepped closer. His tail trailed across my thigh. "Awful nice of you to say, Aaron. Y'all get a chance to see the sights in our little city here?"

"A few. Wouldn't mind seeing a few more."

I swirled, my tail drifting across his legs. His paws settled on my hips and pulled me close. This was moving faster than I'd expected, but the bulge grinding against my ass suggested he was as into it as I was. I looked over my shoulder and up. "Got one or two things I could give you a guided tour of if you want."

"I want." His fingers clenched tighter on my hips, then he paused. "You, uh... aren't a pro, are you?"

"A pro? Well, I'm pretty damn good at..." The meaning of his question clicked. "Oh! Hah, no, cher, I ain't puttin' a hustle on you... less'n you want me to, honey."

He smirked and leaned in to nip at the tip of my ear. I shivered against him. "You got a place?"

"Y'all want fast or fancy?"

"Fast."

"C'mere, big boy."

I wiggled my ass against his crotch once more, then pulled him out of the crowd, a few knowing grins following me, and led him to the back of the club. The bulldog bouncer stationed in the back exit started to step in my way, but moved as he recognized me - and the ten I held out as we passed. A short but labyrinthine set of hallways led out the back into a rarely-used courtyard. Moonlight brightened the yard enough to see but not enough to be seen from the windows overlooking it. I had been here before.

The door closed behind us, and a muscular pair of arms slipped around my waist, pulling me back against a firm - very firm, in one spot - body. Aaron growled low against my ear and I melted into his grip, my tail reflexively arching up to push against his belly.

He chuckled and turned me around. I leaned up, muzzle seeking his, but he put a finger against my lips and shook his head. "I don't kiss on the first date," he rumbled.

"That's okay, cher." I nibbled his finger briefly, then slowly engulfed it to the first knuckle, my eyes on his as I let it slide free. "Got other things I can use mah muzzle for..."

"That I do on the first date."

"Good." My fingers deftly undid his slacks and reached in. Oh boy, did I have a surprise. Those stylish Dockers were packed full of tiger. My fingers slid around that stiffening shaft and stroked him, my eyes locked on his. He growled low, pushing his hips against my touch, eyes closing just a bit. I grinned and skinned his pants and boxers down to expose his cock, dropped to my knees and went to work.

It was long, thick and dripping pre when my tongue took its first trip along that hot, musky length. Tasted just as masculine as the rest of him looked, and I shivered, my jeans uncomfortably tight. Aaron tucked his fingers into my headfur to tug my head closer to his crotch. I hadn't planned on moving anyhow, but his enthusiasm was very appreciated.

My tongue bathed its way down the tiger's length and over the heavy, pendulous sac under them. Judging from the purring coming from above, I had the right idea, so I kept that up for a moment, weighing his balls in my paw, squeezing and tugging gently before working my way back up to encircle the tip - lapping at that salty pre along the way.

For a moment, I wondered if it would fit in my mouth, but then I came to the realization I'd taken bigger in the past and let my muzzle slide forward. It fit. Snug, but boy was it tasty. I let my lips tighten around the base and pulled up slowly, my tongue tickling over the tip. Aaron growled lustfully, more of his pre trickling onto my tongue, and I redoubled my efforts, bobbing slowly, my paw closing around the base of that thick tiger cock to pump along with my mouth's movements. His fingers tightened in my headfur, tugging me onto it more firmly.

I was getting ready to take a mouthful of big kitty seed when the tiger pulled me off of his length. I looked up at him quizzically. "Somethin' up, sugar?"

He grinned toothily. "You fuck on the first date, puppy?"

"So forward!" I tried to look innocent, and failed miserably. So I gave up trying and stood up, unbuckling my belt. "Lucky f'r you, Ah don't have a problem with forward men."

Being a good prepared boy, I had a packet of lube in my pocket. I smeared the slick fluid along his cock with one paw, shoved my pants down with the other. "How do you want me?"

"Turn around against the wall." Aaron smirked down at me. "Try not to moan too loud, we got neighbors."

"Pretty sure of yourself, ain'tcha, big fella?" I rumbled, turning to the wall, my tail hiking up out of the way. "Take it easy, you packin' quite a AAAH!"

Aaron apparently didn't know the meaning of "easy." He lined up on my ass and with a quick shove had half of that monster inside me. I yelped at the sudden intrusion; he stopped short and gave me all of a few seconds to adjust before plunging the rest of the way in. Good thing I practice a lot.

And I can't say it wasn't fucking great. (Or would that be great fucking? Works either way.) That tiger knew how to move. He grabbed my hips and started to pump into me hard and fast, riding the slickness of lube and precum to spread me wide with each stroke. His chest pushed my upper body against the wall. My fingers dug against the brickwork and I groaned as he fucked me thoroughly, his thick cock massaging my prostate incredibly thanks to the angle.

When one paw slipped around to grab my own cock, the fingers pulling my sheath back to expose the knot at its base, I yowled with lust, the sound echoing off the courtyard walls. He growled above my head, his paw engulfing my shaft to stroke rapidly.

There was no way that I was going to be able to last with all that going on, so I didn't bother trying to hold off and just went along for the ride. My hips rocked back to take the tiger full-length, slapping against him roughly. Aaron got the idea and fucked me harder, his grip tightening.

I'd be lying if I said that was the first time I'd whitewashed that particular wall, but be damned if this wasn't the hardest. I came a ton, growling all the time, leaving a river of seed dripping down the bricks. Through the fog of lust I could feel Aaron tensing, driving into me, grunting and coming, a burst of heat that spread through my lower body.

For a few moments, Aaron kept me upright, but as he caught his breath and I tried to catch mine he let me slide down off his cock onto my knees against the wall. He purred quietly and stroked the side of my face. "Relax. I'll be right back."

I think I said something, but don't recall exactly if it was even vaguely coherent. All I know is that by the time I was back to coherent, could stand up and tug my pants back up he was still nowhere to be seen.

The bouncer glanced at me when I returned, staggering just a bit. "Y'all see where that tiger got to, Mikey?"

"Sure did. Came back in, walked straight out the door, ain't seen him since." He chuckled. "Found a live one there, wolf."

I frowned. "Ain't the first time I had a boy come an' go, but usually I get'em home first."

"Hey, this way you save cab fare."

Chuck's logic was impeccable, so I just went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and had another drink. Still had a lot of the evening to go, after all.

A rainstorm blew through the next afternoon, leaving the Quarter fresh and cool. I had returned to the club on a whim, hoping to run into Aaron again and ask him why he cut out so quickly. For once the air conditioning was just a bit too cold for me so I stepped out into the late evening to warm up.

A couple others were outside as well, watching late arrivals make their way into the club. I stepped across Rampart and stretched my legs along the edge of Louis Armstrong Park and was considering heading back in when something hit me.

It wasn't a hard punch, but that fist to the jaw definitely got my attention. I got my paws up to shove at the attacker as another blow brushed past my cheek, backpedalling quickly away from the patchwork feline who was swinging wildly.

"Hey now, what dis all about, huh?" I asked, moving backwards until I came up against a very unwelcome light pole. The cat - small, slim and very pissed off - snarled something and swung again, this time catching me alongside an ear with the poorly flailing shot. I yelped and swore. "You swing again an' Ah'm gonna swing back!"

He did, so I did. I don't fight much, but I did my time playing football a few years back in high school and remembered most of how to protect myself in a scrum. My right hook caught the little calico flush on the jaw. He sat down, hard, and stayed there blearing up at me with dazed eyes.

"De hell all this about, boy?" I asked, angry, waving away a couple of regulars who had seen the fight, such as it was. "Why you jump on me like that?"

The cat glared up at me, rubbing at his jaw. "You had sex with my boyfriend, you scumbag!"

Uh oh. I leaned back with a frown. "I have sex wit' a lot of boys, son, but ain't none I remember havin' no boyfriends. You wanna be more specific, or you gon' try and swing at me again?"

He struggled to his feet and dusted off. "Aaron, the tiger that according to the bartender here you dragged out last night. You aren't going to steal him, mutt!"

"Hey, hey now, let's be calm, friend." I held my paws out in a conciliatory gesture. "Let's start this over, preferably without you tryin' unhook mah jaw. Name's Landry. You?"

"Simon Crowder." The cat stared up at me, unsure of what was going on. I guess he figured I'd just lay down and let him beat me up or something.

"Well, Simon Crowder, lemme tell you somethin' about your boyfriend. He didn't say nothin' about no boyfriends when we did what we did last night." I sat down on a bench and patted next to me. The cat sat down warily. "Ain't nothin' against you, kid, an' he started it, if y'all must know."

Simon growled softly.

"Lemme guess. He done this before?"

"I... think so." He sighed. "We've been dating for four years. We go on vacation, he disappears one or two nights, comes back smelling of clubs and stuff, says he just needs his space sometimes."

"Likely story, huh? Tell you what, he came in last night an' had one thing in mind. Turned out that one thing was me."

"Thing is, he tells me he loves me, we, uh... we have great sex when we're on vacation, even, but there's always this one part of me that..." Simon stood up shaking his head. "Why am I telling you this? I'm just going to..."

"Hold up there, son." I grabbed a paw and tugged him back down. He blinked, surprised. "Listen. It pretty obvious y'all got a cheatin' boyfriend there. I am sorry if I cause a problem for you two, but if ya want some advice from a Cajun wolf, you wanna walk away real fast. He done it this much, he gonna do it some more."

Simon sighed. "Deep down, I get that. I've gotten that since I started to suspect... But I love him! I don't want to lose him..."

I set a paw on the cat's knee and leaned over to look him in the face. "If he's out cheatin' on you, I figure you already lost him. If you ever had him for real."

"Four years we've been a couple, of course I..." He paused, and started thinking it over. "...well, I mean, we date, we go out, but I guess there's a lot of things he does that, now I think about it..."

His face changed slowly, going from sad to angry.

"Seein' the real picture now, huh, son?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I am... What a ... what an asshole he is! He's been using me! Letting me pay for everything, fucking me when he wants..."

"Not much of a boyfriend there, hm?" I smiled. "Want some advice? Go clean out his wallet, enjoy N'awlins and dump his cheatin' ass."

The cat shook his head. "I don't know if that's enough to make me feel better, Landry. He's been screwing me around so much... I'm going to find some revenge before I get rid of him."

My ears perked. "Oh, you a bit of a firebrand when you're pissed off, huh? Tell y'all what. He screwed me over too... I'd love a chance t'make up for bein' used against you."

Simon tilted his head. "How?"

"You know where our boy Aaron is tonight?"

"Yeah. He's over on Bourbon getting stone drunk. There's a couple of bands over there he wanted to watch, I told him I'd be back later."

"Hmm..." I debated a moment, then flashed Simon a toothy grin. "Well, chief, here's a thought. Gimme your hotel room number, then go off and help Aaron get real good and drunk, then get him home an' to bed."

"And then what?" Simon asked, curious. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna swing home, pick up a few things, then be along later." I stood with a smirk. "This gonna be fun."

"Aaron..."

"Gnrfh..."

I knew tigers didn't roar, but they sure sounded like it when they snored. And Aaron snored. I did not envy Simon for having slept with a chainsaw running all night.

Simon sat next to the big cat, tapping his cheek. "Aaron, time to wake up. Come on, honey, wakey wakey."

That, I was sure, wasn't going to work.

"Let me." A cup of water from the bathroom found its way onto Aaron's face. That worked much better than patty-paw. He sputtered and jerked up - as far as he could anyhow.

"What the... Simon?" His voice was slurred, only four hours after he'd been poured into bed by the little cat. "Why am I wet? Why am I naked and uncovered?"

He jerked an arm. I saw realization cross his face, followed by a frown. "Simon? Why am I tied up? You know I don't go for this kind of thing."

Simon sat on the bed with a bright smile. "I know. And frankly, I don't care, considering some of the things that you've done that I don't go for. Like, say... cheating on me with random club boys."

Aaron flinched, then put on a big, fake smile. "Cheat on you? Simon, love, I would never..."

I stepped into his line of sight, crossed my arms, and leaned against the wall. He didn't even miss a beat.

"...well aren't you the clever little kitty. And doggie, I suppose."

"Wolf, cherie, not dog."

"Whichever. Simon, I can explain."

The slap Simon laid onto him was impressive, to say the least - at least it sounded impressive as it echoed through the hotel room. Aaron's head snapped around and back and fixed onto the other cat's face with wide eyes. Simon actually hissed at him in anger.

"You are a slimy bastard, Aaron. I'm on to you, I know what you're doing when you go out. And I'm pretty sure you're doing the same thing back home." He stood up, glaring down at the tiger. "And it's all thanks to Landry. You know, I punched him in the face when I found him last night?"

I nodded agreement. "He sure did. Got my attention real good. Then I got his."

"You stay out of this, bitch. All you were was an easy fuck." He struggled against the cuffs we had fixed on ankles and wrists, ineffectively. Bondage isn't my usual scene, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to keep someone in one place.

"Easy fuck, huh? Weren't me who started all that last night, honey." I walked over and put a paw on Simon's shoulder, looking down at the tiger. "But I guess, if y'all think I'm easy, maybe I should live up t'that."

Aaron's eyes widened again when I leaned in and nuzzled along the side of the cat's neck. "What ... Oh, I see. You're going to try and make me jealous so I admit that I want nobody but Simon." He smirked. "Well, go ahead, I'm sure that will work."

"Actually..." Simon purred, leaning over the big cat with a smile, "what will work is you shutting the fuck up."

He was quick. I don't think I even saw him snap the muzzle around Aaron's face, but sure enough the tiger was rather abruptly not going to say much.

"And besides that..." He turned to run a paw down my chest and down to my belt buckle, "...I don't want you anymore, so I really don't care what you want." Nimble cat fingers popped my buckle open and started working on my jeans. "And what I want right now..." My jeans slipped to the floor. "...is this."

I gave a low growl when those fingers encircled my quickly growing arousal, the sound buried in a deeper growl from the tied tiger. Simon smirked up at me. I grinned back, nibbling one kitty ear. "Do y'all kiss on the first date?" I rumbled in that sensitive shell.

"Yep."

Our muzzles met. His tongue was surprisingly skilled; I matched it lash for lash, as it were, and both of us were breathing hard when we drew back. My cock was hard in his paw; I reached down and got his pants free, both of us pausing as we shed the rest of our clothes. A glance at Aaron showed he was still watching, a look of bemusement on his face and a growing erection jutting out of his sheath - apparently one part of him was pissed, and the other part was horny. Good.

Simon nuzzled into my chestfur and slowly lowered himself down my body, kissing his way towards my erection. I watched with a smile, moaning when his whiskers trailed along my firm length. "Y'all musta enjoyed this, huh, tiggy?" I threw towards Aaron, who growled and tried yet again to tug free of his restraints. "Shame you - ooooh..."

A warm, wet tongue curled along my cock and cut me off. Simon knew what he was doing. His mouth closed around me and slowly sank down, his rough tongue curled over my tip, and I rewarded him with a moan. I closed my fingers in his headfur and helped set his pace, slow and strong. He obviously approved; looking down I could see him pawing himself off. In passing I noted that he had an awfully pretty cock, long and slim and tasty looking. I almost considered swapping places with him, but he grabbed my balls to stroke them and I forgot all about that.

"Oh damn, you good at that." I tugged the cat more firmly onto my shaft. He moaned with lust, taking me to the hilt, his nose buried in my fur, and let me thrust into that warm wetness, my tip pushing into his throat a few times before he pulled back up.

I let Simon keep working until my shaft was good and slick, then tugged him upright by the hair into a much more lustful kiss. We tongue-wrestled and ground against one another, paws roaming everywhere - I got one on that fine cock of his, felt wetness dripping from it and damn near started purring as loud as he was.

The bed creaked next to us, but we both ignored Aaron's attempts to pull himself free again, being a little busy. My paws were on the little feline's ass, pulling him against me, his shaft pushed against mine. Finally, I pulled him away, gently turning him to face his angry, immobile ex-boyfriend. Simon purred and leaned over to put his paws on the edge of the bed. His tail hiked up, sinuously, as he presented.

Aaron's eyes were narrowed and angry, pinned on Simon's, and his cock was visibly throbbing. "Y'all like watchin' Simon here play with another boy, huh? Well, lemme give ya somethin' more to watch..."

Simon's ass was pleasantly tight and warm; I grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto me - not that I needed to help, since he ground onto me the instant I pushed in and meowed lustfully. I gave him a moment. "Slow an' steady or fast an' rough?" I inquired, breathlessly.

"Fuck me hard," came the reply, so I did. Drew back, pounded hard into him, pulled out, rinse, repeat... hard and fast. My hips slapped against his rump damply in a staccato rhythm, underlaid by moans and gasps of pleasure from both of us and a low growl from the tiger. Simon writhed under me, lustfully grinding back to take as much of me as he could.

I slid a paw around his belly and tugged him upright, giving me room to reach down and grab his erection, pumping it in time with my thrusts. Pre dribbled over my fingers, and I knew he was getting close. Hell, so was I. I figured it was about time to wrap things up nice and special for Aaron.

Nudging the feline forward, I urged him to kneel on the edge of the bed. I nipped his neck firmly, earning a moan for that, and sped up my thrusts. Aaron watched, resentfully, around the muzzle. I locked my gaze on his over Simon's shoulder, pounding hard against the cat's ass, then drew back, mouthed "Mine" at Aaron - his eyes widened then grew angry once again - and with one final hard push drove my knot inside Simon.

He yowled again, lusty and loud. I added my voice to it, barking sharply in time with the pulses of the powerful orgasm that pumped a flood of cum into the feline's tight ass, sealed neatly by the swelling knot that tied us together. That set Simon off; I felt his shaft pulse in my paw, watched as he exploded across the bed - and all over Aaron's chest and belly, messily.

We sagged back away from the bed. I slumped down into a chair, Simon in my lap, feeling a little cum dribble down my thigh. I'd need a shower, I knew. Aaron would too - among other things. Like a paw job, perhaps. His cock stood proud and swollen over his belly, pre dripping heavily.

Sucked to be him.

"What y'all say we go back to mah place for coffee, hm, kitty?" I gently lifted Simon off my fading knot. "Maybe I can show ya a few things round town without your anchor."

"That sounds lovely." Simon smiled and handed me my clothes. We dressed quickly, ignoring the muffled growls and muttering from the bed.

"Oh, don't worry, Aaron." Simon leaned over to pat the tiger on the cheek. "I'll make sure someone lets you go. But don't come looking for me, either here or at home. I'll let you know where to pick up your things."

He picked up a suitcase and nodded to me. I wiggled my fingers farewell at the angry, horny tiger. "Nice meetin' ya, there, Aaron. Good luck with the next boyfriend."

He was still growling angrily when we stepped out into the hall. The door clicked shut behind us. Simon took a deep breath, looked at me and smiled. "Thanks, Landry."

"Y'all welcome, honey. Can't say you ain't given me a thank-you enough already..."

He grinned. "Might have to thank you a couple more times before I leave."

"No complaints here. Oh, hang on." I paused as we passed a housekeeper.

"Mornin', sirs," the gator said with a smile.

"Mornin', darlin'." I pulled a fifty out of my pocket and set it on her cart. "Sorry 'bout the mess in 305."

She looked at me oddly. I waved jauntily, and we slipped down the stairs.

"Think she'll call the cops?" Simon inquired, stepping out into a steamy Big Easy morning.

"Simon, if she ain't seen worse in this town, then she ain't been here long." I took his paw and grinned. "C'mon. I got an urge for coffee and beignets. An' a shower for two back home."

"I think I like this town."

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