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Tiger Daddy Helps Out

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A little something for your consumption here :P Tell me what you think! You might recognize the main character in this one, too!

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"...and come again!"

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"Anytime, darling!"

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Ronald smiled and gave a final wave to the tipsy wolverine who was already standing about 5 yards away from the door, near the cab stop along with a few of the other late Friday night patrons who had stayed in until closing time. The tiger was actually cheerful at the friendly goodbye from the playful fur, so much nicer than the half-passed-out fox and a dramatically crying wolf the staff had to remove from the premises before it was time to close down for the night. That moment happened now, with a loud click of the door, when Ronald pulled the bolt shut and gave the handle a tug to make sure that the door was closed.

The tiger let out a weary sigh and turned about, slowly, his tail moving languidly behind the striped cat while he surveyed the floor. The disco lights had been turned off and replaced by the dim glow of the security lighting, enough to make out the club. The air was heady with the smell of cocktails, musk, sweat and fur from many species, and Ronald knew that the hair surely matted the floor, like it always did. You couldn't really see it, not in this light, but he knew that any kind of a cleaning implement wiped down over the smooth dancefloor would come off darkened with all the fur that was captured on it.

That was not Ronald's problem, though. He'd only have to check the till, put the money into the cash box in the office and leave for the night...morning...whatever it was. He might've been a creature of the night, but sometimes staying up late had started to feel like a chore.

The tiger chortled and did not allow himself to entertain the thought of starting to get old for doing such a job. He loved tending the bar, he was good with the clients, and he could mix a great Virgin Slipknot that was a sure hit with their patrons. There was always friendly attention, nice tips, the odd rude tail tug or a grope, and a few starry-eyed fans who just busied themselves with admiring him from afar. The tiger didn't leave those furs out, neither, simply remembering to strut even further, his muscled torso bare but for the leather harness he wore. Ronald had several to choose from, and today he had felt like something more intricate. It was roughly H-shaped, over his beefy arms, with big shiny steel rings on the back and the front, but extra straps connected the maim harness into further loops of leather that surrounded his torso, the lowermost one terminating just below his belt. The numerous shiny buckles and studs made it look very intricate, and the heavy leather was impregnated with the tiger's personal musk, and sweat. At least it didn't squeak when he walked...but when it was new, it might have, the tiger thought with a smirk.

"Good night?"

His reverie was broken by Jordan's voice, the zebra already storming to the floor from the back room with a mop in one paw and a bucket in another. It was a bit of a low tech solution to cleaning, Ronald thought, but as effective as it came.

"I'd say so," Ronald replied with a grin, "the show was a big hit."

"Oh, yeah," the zebra grinned lewdly. "There was some major adjusting going all the time when it was on."

"I could tell," Ronald replied in the conspiratorial twilight of the deserted night club floor. "You can see everything from behind the counter."

"I bet you do," the zebra grinned while smacking his tail against his leather-clad rump. "Man, those guys had some moves, damn. Thought only chicks knew how to do that shit."

Ronald smirked pleasantly and took the time to roll his shoulders and whip out his tail as he let some muscle tension away from his upper body. Doing trick shots and shaking cocktails and pouring beer was surprisingly taxing, as much as carrying trays, like the zebra did.

"And the muscles on that cougar..."

"Oh, wow, yeah!" the zebra enthused. "He must pack some serious strength to be able to pull all that off, I mean, he was dangling upside down for most of the time, wasn't he?"

"At some point by his tail only, if I recall correctly," Ronald replied.

"You had time to watch?" the zebra nickered.

"It was a long show," Ronald replied, "guys came in for drinks only at the middle, which left me all the rest to just watch what was going on."

"Aww, perks of the job, right?" the zebra grinned widely.

"It sure is," Ronald grinned back, showing off his teeth. "But man, I'm spent."

"Me too," the zebra huffed. "I think watching the show made me feel more tired than usual, hah!"

"Maybe," Ronald agreed with a small chuckle. "Really just wanna hit the shower and go to bed and sleep until noon."

"Yeeeah..." Jordan looked mournfully at the mucky floor he was expected to clean before his shift finally ended.

"Good luck with that," Ronald spoke without further elaboration before he scampered behind the counter again.

"Ha ha!"

Ronald just smiled while he did the brief arithmetic his job required of him, the money safely deposited into its strongbox before he ducked his way into the corridor on the back, on his way to the office. The dim hallway was quiet and smelled vaguely of body butter, the tiger noted, with a little rumble to himself, as he walked slowly along the stark concrete floor. His ears could pick up a muffled conversation coming from behind a door to the storage room he passed, but it did not interest him much. Yes, there was that one time...well, more than one time that overtly randy customers (and once, a member of the staff and a customer) had decided to use the storage room as a makeshift dark room for a no-holds-barred encounter, but the noises he heard this time around were nothing that suggested anything of the sort. The lack of moaning was a hint enough.

The office was deserted. Roger had not come around tonight, which meant that chatter about the night's intake would have to be postponed until Saturday evening, Ronald decided. At least the boss liked playing the gracious host on Saturdays, when it was especially busy, and the place was packed. The size of the burly Great Dane did help to calm down the more dramatic part of the clientele, too, which Ronald found to be good, too. He was always too busy with the bar to break up fights, anyway, and if anyone started throwing glasses, he mostly just ducked.

Ronald couldn't stifle a yawn once he returned from the office and headed for the staff room. His eyes felt a bit heavy, too, and the next yawn was so jaw-popping that even his paw flew up to cover his muzzle.

"Damn," the tiger mumbled.

"..well fuck you too!"

His ears perked when the voice that had previously only been a mumble could suddenly be heard much more clearly, coming from the storage room he had just passed. He turned about to look into its direction, mostly out of curiosity, with a hint of the natural alarm that such a loud noise created in the confined space.

With no further commotion, the tiger simply shrugged and turned about to take the couple of steps required to get to the staff room. Just then the door t he storage room opened, and the scent of body butter suddenly amplified.

Ronald glanced over his shoulder, curious to see the source of the earlier noise, and spotted someone with red, brown fur and a white face standing on the doorway. A loud sniff roused his attention, and suddenly the tiger realized who the slim guy in question was.

"Hello?" the tiger spoke.

The red panda's long, bushy tail swished rapidly behind him while he stood there on the doorway, one dark paw clutching a phone. He looked different now that he was wearing a rather unremarkable T-shirt and a pair of slacks instead of the blatantly white jockstrap he'd worn during his act earlier that night.

"Yeah?" the red panda said.

They eyed each other across the yard or so separating them, Ronald mostly wondering what the guy was still doing there, two hours since the show ended. And they were already closed, too, technically everyone should've vacated the premises already.

"Anything I can help you with?" Ronald spoke in a level tone. He was much taller than the other guy, probably weighted almost twice what he did, and he didn't want to intimidate the red panda. He had no intention to.

The red panda's ears flicked defiantly, almost dramatically, Ronald had to think, the word popping into his mind. It was such a fine descriptive nomer to some of the behavior that went on in the club, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to employ it here, too, while he gazed at the small guy standing I nthe corridor.

"Yeah, find me better friends, will you?" the red panda mumbled.

Ronald's ears flicked as he gave the red panda a puzzled look. He'd not expected something like that to come from his muzzle, not by a long shot.

"Eh..."

The red panda's ears drooped, and so did his tail, the buoyant limb now limp between his slim legs.

"Sorry," the red panda sighed, "kinda been...fucked up, y'know what I mean?"

"That could be interpreted in a lot of ways," Ronald chortled, loud and sharp enough that the red panda's ears actually bounced up from their sad posture, briefly. "But I suppose something's wrong."

"Yeah," the red panda rubbed his long muzzle with a small, delicate paw before sighing again. "I was supposed to spend the night with some friends but now they suddenly say I can't come and...shit...it's what, five in the morning, I guess I'll have to find a hotel or something..."

Ronald clicked his tongue.

"Well, that sucks big time," the tiger rumbled. "Sorry to hear that."

"Bah," the red panda shrugged, his tail making a singular flick behind him. "Assholes."

At least the muttering was accomplished with more of character than just dramatics, Ronald thought, to his pleasure, while he looked at the brown-furred male standing there. He still looked like he was upset, though perhaps he was calming down a little. His tail didn't seem quite as bristled as before, for example.

"Shit happens," Ronald said, "but I'm sure you can get a cab from the stop outside the bar and I'm sure there's rooms available."

The red panda snorted.

"Yeah," he grunted, "and there goes my entire wage for the night. Fucking fantastic it is. Shit!"

Ronald shook his head, softly. He'd never really figured out how much the various performers they occasionally employed at the bar were paid for their antics, but he didn't really expect it to be much. His own wage was comfortable enough, but that had come with seniority and experience, first of all. He was pretty sure that there weren't many senior strippers, unless you were into that kind of stuff, of course.

"Damn," the tiger rumbled. "That's sucky to hear."

"All because my friends just happen to have other friends over and there's no more room for one sorry ass...blah..."

The red panda rubbed his muzzle again and grimaced. Ronald stood on the door to the staff room, feeling somewhat stuck. The red panda was eager to mutter on about his misfortune, but it really wasn't the tiger's business, and he was very tired himself, and only wanted to crawl into his own bed and go to sleep. Listening to a pole dancer's complaints was wasting valuable time and -

It felt like a smack on the ass, that thought, of an unpleasant kind, too, not the type that would make him swipe his tail and grin and wink and say "hey, handsome" in his sexiest voice. This was only unpleasant, and Ronald decided that he deserved it. Looking down on someone just because they earned money by dangling practically naked from a shiny pole when he himself pranced around in a leather harness and had taken part in a porno shoot only a few weeks previously...that kind of personal history didn't really make for a very good track record that'd allow him a moral high ground. Maybe the red panda really needed the extra bucks he earned shaking his tush in gay bars. He looked quite young...not high school kid young, but like a college kid, sure, that young. At least now that the angle on his muzzle, the previous scowl, had become less of an immature grimace and now looked like simple displeasure at being sidelined.

Damnit, Ronald thought, as the guilt poked him once again, hard enough to make him breathe out loudly. The red panda seemed to be more used to it by now, because he didn't jump this time around when the big leather-adorned tiger let out such a gruff noise.

"Well, shit," Ronald said, "I live nearby, I mean...crap..."

He raked his paw though his head furs and huffed. The red panda looked at him curiously, even his tail perking while he regarded the big cat.

"I mean, you don't have a place to stay and I have a couch, and...we're both staff, aren't we?" he stated. "Even if you're only in for the night, and I'm not really sure...I mean..."

The red panda's eyes seemed to flash a little while he looked up at the taller male in front of him, his paws falling to his sides while he stared at him.

"Are you asking me to spend the night?" the red panda questioned, his voice level.

Ronald let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, but...I mean, for a place to sleep, since you lost yours and I only live 15 minutes away and...yeah," he breathed. "That's about it. I...don't bite."

The red panda giggled, sounding a bit nervous, but cheerful enough.

"Here I was hoping..." he murmured. "I must say, that sounds like a tempting offer...for a couch, yeah?"

Ronald wondered if the question was as loaded as it sounded, but he nodded, then, feeling the leather tighten around his torso as he did so.

"Yeah, the couch, the sofa, yeah, it's not bad," he said. "If you don't mind."

"It'd certainly save my paycheck, that's for sure," the red panda said, "and I need to be on the train tomorrow...which will be uncomfortable if I haven't slept..."

"I always lose sleep before travelling, too," Ronald said, not sure if that was really important to the question at paw, but he knew that he had extended the offer and now it was up to the red panda to take it. Just out of kindness, he reminded himself, help out a guy in trouble. Do the good deed of the day. No deeds...he had stared along with everyone else while the red panda had strutted his stuff openly on the stage, spinning sensually around his shiny pole, tail moving like a dervish, and he had enjoyed it as much as anyone, but at his current half-dozing stage, he wasn't as much thinking of the red panda's soft-furred butt as he was dreaming of having some nice non-sexual times in bed.

"So if you want to take on the offer, I'll just get rid of my...heh, costume..." Ronald poked at the centre of his chest, through the ring on the front, "and I'll be right back. Do you have any stuff?"

"Just a little bag," the red panda said, "which I left to the room...glad I didn't lock this damn door..."

"I'll need just a couple of minutes," Ronald said, "wait here, okay?"

"Okay, then," the red panda said.

Ronald gave a quick smile and turned to finally get to the staff room, when a coughing noise stopped him.

"You didn't even ask my name, big guy!"

Ronald chuffed and swiped his tail in the air behind him, well aware that he risked snapping it at the red panda, whom he turned to face once more.

"I presume it's not Mr. Rufflebutt?" the tiger stated.

The red panda giggled again.

"That's Jamie's stage name," the red panda said, identified whom Ronald presumed was the buff cougar, "I'm Mister Sass. But tigers can call me Charley."

"Ronald," the tiger replied. "Not Ron, though. Only my family calls me that."

"Okay," the red panda nodded. "Ronald."

"Mister Sass," the tiger replied deadpan.

"See you in a bit!" the red panda chuckled, softer this time around.

Ronald stomped into the staff room, shaking his head a little.

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They exited, bags swinging while they walked down the dark pavement lit by streetlights and the odd window, tails keeping space and balance behind them, their steps relatively loud in the quiet night. The last cabs had finally taken the drunken revelers away, and the only major sound of traffic was the siren of a police car yelling somewhere in the distance.

"You look different without a harness," the red panda spoke after a few minutes of silence, prompting Ronald's ears to shift onto his direction, while he chuckled briefly.

"You look different without a jockstrap, too," the tiger spoke mildly.

"Is the harness a uniform or private preference?" the red panda asked.

Ronald let out another chuckle.

"A bit of both," he said, "I'm allowed to wear pretty much anything I like, and I've found out it fits with the image of the club."

"And yours too?" the red panda's tail shifted noisily behind him.

Ronald let out a pleased rumble.

"Some guys like a tiger leather daddy, sure," the tiger said. "And I think it does feel nice, I suppose."

"So you wear it off work too?"

"Sometimes," Ronald mused.

Charley's chuckle echoed off the brick wall they passed.

"Lucky them," he said.

Ronald chortled.

"Just the couch, remember?" the tiger reminded his surprise guest, without chide in his voice. "If you expect to find some kind of a leather dungeon there..."

"Nah," Charley giggled. "Too tired to think about such things now..."

"Heh," Ronald mused wearily.

"Is it long way still?"

"Only a couple more blocks," Ronald said. "You'll make it."

"My legs are sore," Charley complained, "and my butt, too."

"From just shaking it?" Ronald stated.

"Hey!" the red panda yelped. "I was working hard there, you know!"

"I could tell," Ronald replied, avoiding any further "hard"-related jokes even if they threatened to float up to his tired mind.

"It's highly aerobic," the red panda continued, "It's like taking a long run."

No wonder some of the guys were panting, Ronald thought.

"I bet," he said.

"You don't believe me?" the red panda elbowed him harmlessly for emphasis.

"I didn't say so," Ronald chuckled. "Sorry, I'm just...almost asleep now, y'know."

"Uh, yeah..." Charley replied, "that argument kinda took the last juices out of me...sorry."

"No problem," Ronald rumbled. "I'll just throw out a blanket and a pillow and you can crash right away."

"Thank you again, Ronald, I'm really grateful for this," Charley replied with a smile that looked earnest enough, if tired.

"No problem," the tiger replied. "And we're almost there..."

A couple of blocks and some winding stairs later, they both entered a tiger-scented, dark apartment.

"Here we are."

"Zzzzzzzz not a moment too late, either," Charley added.

"I'll get you the blanket," Ronald told while he dropped off his keys, wallet and his bag, containing his harness.

"Can I use the bathroom?" the red panda sounded shy when he asked.

"Through that door," Ronald pointed at the orifice in question.

"Thanks," he said, "oh!"

"Yeah?"

"When do you want me out of your place?"

"Whenever you wake up," Ronald replied, "I'm not exactly going to be waking up early, so, whenever you feel like it."

"Okay, thanks!" the red panda smiled. "Still, really much appreciate this."

"Don't mention it," Ronald said, "gotta help out a guy whenever I can."

"Thanks a lot," the red panda wagged his tail gently.

"Like I said, no problem," Ronald said with a little smile.

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Ronald was happily dreaming about nothing and resting peacefully in his bed, when his body began to stir, slowly, in reaction to the sensation of something warm...warm...

...and wet...yes...

...Ronald's eyelids fluttered as he tried to make sense of the stimulus teasing his brain, still comfortable enough in his slumber that he was loathe to move a single muscle, even though his thighs seemed to have a different idea, the thick muscles tensing a little while the warm, wet feeling continued.

"Hmmmhh..."

The tiger's brain sparked a recognition in the location of the sensation, wet and warm, and it caused a different kind of a stirring in his body. His cock was fully hard and out of his sheath, pulsing against his belly while the warm, wet feeling was lavishing his fuzzy balls...

...or was it actually laving...

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Ronald felt a tickle on his thighs, then on his ankle, and as the warm sensation continued, he opened an eye a crack, to see bobbing ears and a white face in concentration, a lean, athletic body hovering over the resting tiger's groin while his tongue made a meal out of the striped cat's balls.

"HEY!" the tiger yelped, his tail flying to the air.

The red panda's ears flicked while his head came up, on his paws and knees and planted above Ronald's body, his eyes flashing mischievously as their gazes met. Ronald could tell, even with bleary eyes, that the red panda's muzzle seemed to be wet...much like his sac, from who knows how long a session of licking that had taken place while he was sleeping unaware of what was going on with his genitals.

"Well you are awake, and it's almost eleven, I think," the red panda spoke, tail wagging behind him, "good that your body isn't so picky on when to pop a morning boner...that's a pretty one..."

His eyes lingered on Ronald's cock while the tiger harrumphed, feeling a bit pissed off, besides being aroused by the presence of a strange, naked man in his bed.

"What are you doing exactly?"

"Waking you up, of course, silly!" the red panda replied. "Thought it'd be the least I can do for you for letting me to crash here at your place."

Ronald frowned. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of such a trade, even if coming from someone who was by all means a sexy young guy, who was obviously having the hots for the big, older tiger, too. It just felt weird...much like the fact that he'd been fondled without his knowledge while he was sleeping.

"Well, I don't - "

"Besides, you're super hot," Charley's voice lowered again, sensual, blowing air from his maw and over Ronald's swollen flesh, "and I had trouble sleeping thinking about your hard dick..."

Ronald couldn't deny the fact that being woken up in such a surprising manner was beyond hot, but still...it was a stranger...who hadn't really asked before slobbering all over his package...

"Still - "

"Oh I'll stop if you want me to," Charley spoke, smirking toothily, "but I'd rather finish what I started here...since you look like you need it alright..."

The tiger let out a grunt, but did not look entirely disapprovingly at the red panda crouching above his groin.

"You're not exactly dispelling any misconceptions I might have about strippers," Ronald grumbled.

"I'm a pole dancer," Charley giggled, making sure to blow more warm air over the tiger's burgeoning tool. "There's a difference."

"You still let guys stick dollar bills under your waistband," Ronald swiped the red panda with his tail.

Charley winked and grabbed the tiger's dick, making Ronald growl softly at the sudden warm pads on his shaft. The red panda stroked up and down, quickly, milking out a glob of pre-cum that landed onto the soft white fur on his belly. His muzzle broke into a grin that persisted even when he went back to licking Ronald's balls, covering them in a fresh, warm layer of saliva that made the tiger's toes wrinkle.

"Humpppphhh..."

"That's a sound I like to hear..." Charley murmured while mouthing on the tiger's healthy-sized nuts, "oh yes..."

"Cheeky...bastard..." Ronald grumbled.

"Big hot tiger daddy..." the red panda slurred in return, "ohmmm hmmm..."

The further slurping both sounded sexy and felt so good that Ronald decided to let it go. Hell, he might've actually made some sort of a move at the red panda himself, later on, he had told himself, if things had turned out that way. Apparently they did now, and his churning balls were being bathed while the eager shaft was played with by a series of nimble fingers, sliding up and down and over sensitive zones and barbs.

"Hmmmphphp..."

"You taste great," Charley grinned.

"I haven't -uh - showered!" Ronald mock complained.

"I don't mind," the red panda winked, "I like musky guys."

His broad tongue slithered over Ronald's sheath and his shaft before landing onto his belly, his nose nuzzling all over the tiger's belly. Ronald dropped a single paw over the red panda's head while he put the other one under his neck, where it belonged when you were naked and getting surprise head from a naughty pole dancer.

"You smell like leather...that's hot...and you feel hot..."

Paws were everywhere, feeling up Ronald's pectorals and abs, stroking the firm muscles through the thick fur that covered his hulking body. His tail brushed over the bed, occasionally meeting the waves on the sheets created by the similar motion of the red panda's fluffy appendage. While fingers tweaked on nipples and stroked through his furs, his muzzle played tongue games on the tiger's throbbing cock. He leaked juice onto the red panda's tongue which kept lapping it all up, with obvious pleasure at the musk he received.

The sight of the bobbing head, that swinging tail, that long, lean body stretched out on the bed...the long muzzle concentrated on the act of pleasuring the tiger...Ronald stared at it for a moment through half-lidded eyes, and felt the stirring of further instinct come up.

The tiger let out a playful growl as he grabbed the red panda and threw him down to the bed, requiring quite the maneuver from Ronald to land on top of the leisurely squirming male, big tail wagging invitingly while the heavy body covered him. The tiger drew up his knees and hugged the red panda's compact, wriggling rump, his cock poking against the base of the teasing tail.

"You like a bit of musky in you too...kid?" Ronald growled, getting more into the role of the tough daddy while he humped the red panda's tush.

"Ohhhyesplease...it's all ready for you, big guy..."

"Hmmmpph?" Ronald grunted into one ear he bit on, gently, but enough to make the red panda tremble pleasantly.

Charley giggled breathily and pushed his ass firmly to the tiger's loins.

"I said, it's all ready...clean and slick..."

"Huh..." Ronald huffed, but obliged by poking one paw under the red panda's tail, finding a damp opening that felt sticky with something that had a definitely familiar consistency on his pads. The muscled ring he encountered pulsed and yawned open upon his touch, drawing another moan from the horny male underneath him.

"I wasn't joking...big guy..." Charley moaned.

Ronald couldn't believe how...raunchy it felt, screwing a guy he'd just met, who seduced him in such a rude manner, who was a stripper...a pole dancer, he corrected himself, while jamming his hips even more firmly onto the red panda's ass...bringing out a yelp at the feeling of heavy balls smacking onto his own 'nads.

"Good," the tiger grunted, unable to figure out anything more sensible to say when facing such a prospect.

"Give it to me, big guy..." the red panda flicked his ears back and thrust his neck up, enjoying the feel of strong paws stroking along his sides while Ronald assumed the position and mounted up on the red panda's back.

"I...hhhhh...intend to.."

A few false hits and a slip later, his tip, adorned with its numerous barbs, churned against the red panda's opening and forced itself through the relaxed hole with a firm thrust that sent both fur's eyes open wide, moans from Charley's throat, a deep growl from Ronald's...and his paws gripped on the red panda's hips while he thrust again, and again, pulling back, sinking deeper into him until he was settled, and he held nothing back.

"Ahhahauuuhh..."

Tail swinging wildly, he pounded the red panda with abandon, finding that Charley's insides squirmed passionately whenever barbs raked through his sensitive tunnel and tickled his prostate. Musk filled the room, leaking from hard cocks, filling the red panda's slippery hole and spreading onto the sheets under the red panda's fuzzy, damp belly. Paws had moved up to his shoulders and the tiger's broad muzzle mouthed on the top of his head, possessively, for the moment, while his hips flew, thrusting both of them into a moment of pulsing heat that left Ronald gasping and the red panda crooning in a strange, alien tone that seemed to send the panting tiger into another dimension.

He smelt cum, not just his own, and a paw thrust under the red panda's belly came back sticky, streaked with the familiar white goo.

"On a rump trigger, huh?" the tiger panted onto the red panda's tousled head furs.

"When I've got a big guy like you, y-yeah, sure," the red panda smiled, almost bashfully. "Damn..."

Ronald felt himself pulse inside the red panda's tunnel, and tried to steady his breath.

"Well...good for you," he grinned.

"Tease," the red panda swiped his tail over the tiger's chest, as much as he could, still halfway pinned underneath him.

"Says the one who woke me up with a blowjob," Ronald snuffled.

"You looked like you needed one," Charley replied, "serves you right to be sleeping without covers."

"The room was hot," Ronald rumbled, surprised that they hadn't fogged up the windows or something.

"Someone else is hot, I think..." the red panda rumbled sultrily while squeezing his secret muscles around the tiger's still hyper-sensitive shaft.

Just for that smirk, Ronald decided, the red panda deserved another ride on the tiger's pole.

"Uhmph!"

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and I look forward to your feedback!

Cheerio!