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Some Serious Drunken Fun

by

Gruffy

2016

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This serious commission is for Jon Sanders and 1mastermind who provided me with their characters and some very interesting story input. *chuckle* I hope you'll leave feedback once you're done, and I look forward to hearing from you!

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They'd met in a bar, which was the natural habitat of the more lutrine party in their little tryst, since he worked in one (though limited his cock-chasing to bars where he did not pull on the taps but pulled some other things), although the white tiger was not a stranger to such places either, considering that beer-drinking was seen as one of the characteristics of his own country of origin as well. By the time the preliminary introductions were over and the first drinks were down their gullets, a pleasant glow could be had that put a spring to rudderbutt tail, and a particular rumble to the tiger's chest.

When the feisty otter clambered onto the tiger to give him an impromptu lap dance, sitting there all pretty on the bar stool and with a snifter in one paw, neither of them had any misconceptions about where this would end up, that was, to the tiger's nearby apartment where they arrived sometime after midnight, only comfortably sloshed for the moment.

"You gonna make the kitty purr, otterboy?" Rei rumbled roughly to the otter who was rather paws-on and eager to rub himself against the hunky muscle-hulk's side, his tail going like a propeller behind him. The tiger tousled the sabretoothed otter's headfurs and grinned.

"I'll be a good boy, sir!" Jon was quick to announce. The otter was practically trilling with delight at such an attention being paid to him by someone so obviously powerful and attractive, and eager to squeeze a lil' otter close.

"I bet that pleases ya," the tiger commented.

"Hhmmmmmmmm..." said the otter.

The tiger laughed.

"Fancy a drink?" he offered. "Or shall I just tear your pants off and shove something up your ass?"

The sabretoothed otter's submissive smile only broadened.

"Ohhh not in my tiny weeny little otterbutthole sir..." he mumbled. "It's so tight and nothing big has ever been there sir..."

Rei didn't have to use much of his strength to picking up the slinky otter, whom giggled all the way from the hall into the bedroom, riding upon the bulky tiger's thick arms.

"Even I can't suspend my disbelief that far away, otterboy," the tiger commented.

The bedroom looked quite respectable - immaculately clean, with no clothes strewn around, king-sized bed with a dark black duvet cover, neatly arranged pillows, nightstands, a flat screen TV positioned so that anyone reclining could have a nice view.

"Sweet bed," said the otter, "gonna press me down on it?"

"Eventually," said the tiger.

Jon was flopped down, and bounced upon his tail end on the stiff mattress. The tiger obviously seemed to like some spring on it...must've been useful for giving some extra power for various activities one could do in bed.

Bump...bump...bump, went the otter's tail on the bed, thinking about the hump-hump-hump he expected from the hulking tiger who now stood by the bed, about to remove his skin-licking muscle shirt. Jon leaned back on his paws and played coy and dainty. His eyes were simply drooling at the sight of the tiger's hard nipples poking at the stretchy fabric pulled ever so taut over the mountainous bodybuilder grade pecs.

"You bring lots of otters here?" Jon questioned. His eyes had managed to make a brief detour down the tiger's shirt, onto his abs and then to the dark bulge on the tiger's black club pants.

Off went the shirt, and out came the otter's tongue. Those valleys of muscle he could lick alright...

"Sometimes, when one catches on my net..." Rei mused. He didn't even seem to have to make an effort to bulge at the otter, in all his muscled finery. He just stood there, naturally confident about his size, shape, and his strength. it was oozing off him.

"You aren't supposed to fish otters!" Jon giggled.

The tiger pulled down his pants. He'd been going commando, and the simple move revealed a bulging sheath, loose-hanging balls and a thick, barbed shaft that looked quite fantastic for the pent-up over-horned otter enjoying the hunky striptease on the tiger's bed.

"And you don't keep tigers waiting," Rei stated.

"I'd never!" Jon yelped.

"Well you'd better not."

The bed trembled under the weight of the tiger, who landed onto it with a feline pounce and scooped up the otter along with him so that he could have something nice, warm and squirming against his bulky chest.

"Hhmmmmmmmm..." went the otter once he'd was pinned down by thick muscle arms onto his belly and chest. Rei cupped the otter's butt under a singular paw and gave it a hearty grope, a repeat of some of the moves he'd put on the very same otter-rear back in the bar during their meet-and-greet.

"Guess you know what I want, boy," the tiger rumbled at the slinky thing on top of him.

"Hmmmm.." Jon pushed his ass against the firm fingers and enjoyed how that felt on the muscles of his rear," you wanna mess around with my butt..."

The paw moved swiftly and grabbed onto the base of Jon's tail. The otter gave a playful yelp when he was tugged somewhat roughly between fingerpads. His tongue was licking against one big canine the whole time, however.

"Gonna make it one messy ass before I'm done with you, boy," the musky tiger decreed.

"I'm way too innocent for something like that!" Jon squirmed about.

"That's not what you told me in the pub," Rei commented.

Jon flicked his ears.

"Otter may lie when dwunk..." he giggled.

The tiger grinned and grumbled.

"Obviously not drunk enough yet."

Rei wrapped his tail around the otter's legs and continued toying with his rear. He enjoyed its compact feel against his palm, and the way how the otter was very much responsive to every touch. The feline's thick, barbed cock throbbed against Jon's chest and made a mess of the mesh shirt he'd worn to the club, along with his ass-showing sports shorts and the collars he'd lovingly clipped onto his neck to show just what kind of a boy he was.

"Hmmm...just let me drink a nice big cock..." Jon slurred.

Rei slapped one heavy tiger paw down onto the otter's neck and pushed his curvy-fanged muzzle onto his bosom.

"Nurse on that first, boy...I'll take care of this soon..:" he said while squeezing otter-cheeks together.

Jon murred happily when his lips and tongue encountered a stiff, big man-nipple ripe for suckling. Heavy musk wafted away from under the arm that pinned him down onto the tiger's chest and gave the otter another reminder of just how big of a pussycat he was playing with. He didn't seem to have any intention on leaving Jon's ass alone for a moment. Instead, Rei kept quite busy by fondling the clothed rump cheeks, pressing them together and prying them apart as much as the stretchy fabric of the shorts would allow. The otter's tail was thwocking against his knuckles every now and then, though the tiger reacted to this with rumbles and little tugs on the furs he found coiffured upon the otter's neck, where the thick leather collar dug onto fur and skin.

"Swap time!"

Jon was directed onto the tiger's other offered nipple, which appeared to be exactly as delicious as the first spit-soaked, fat nub after an otter-tongue had provided for it. At the same time, a fat thumb bumped under the otter's tail and dug down as much as the fabric would allow to press towards the bottomy boy's secrets. This impeding weight and warmth approaching his pucker made the otter moan around the pinky-sized nipple he was hungrily suckling upon.

"There ya go...hope you've been keeping this warmfor me..."

The tiger's strength overcame the elasticity of the fabric and pressed his pad directly onto the otter's hole, which felt very sexy indeed, cloth or not separating them from actual skin contact. The otter's tail went into helicopter mode from the touch, and he dug his muzzle even deeper into the fuzz of the tiger's chest.

"Slutbutt needs to be filled I bet..."

"Mmmm...put kittymilk in my hole..." the otter moaned with heavily lidded eyes.

Rei retrieved his butt-jamming finger and used it for tugging on the otter's tail instead, while his other paw yanked on the neck furs to create proper eye contact between. The tiger's white and black-striped face had a dark, erotic scowl upon it while he regarded the otter sprawled on top of him.

"Really can't wait huh?"

Jon nodded rapidly.

"I feel bad when big tigers like you go without having their cock somewhere nice and warm..."

Rei tilted his head and scowled toothily. His paw moved roughly about the otter's neck and he poked his thumb against the otter's fang before thrusting it into Jon's maw proper.

"Gotta choose then...slutty ottermaw or sloppy otterhole..." the tiger mused roughly while he was pretty much fucking his thumb onto Jon's tongue.

"Hmhmhmhowwyuuunowwwitswoppy..." Jon mumbled busily.

Rei jerked his hips upwards and made the otter bounce on his lap for a few moments, aided in that by the springs of the bed. Jon looked ever the more happy for that too, as it made him imagine riding the tiger's viciously barbed pole through several slick, hot feline orgasms. The otter sure loved the infamous feline ability to quickly reload and start another session without much of a wait...and he was one humble servant to any such phallus, so needing to be unloaded as many times as he could make it happen.

"Cocktease is fun for only so long..." the tiger commented.

"Fup-fup-fup" went the otter's muzzle on the tiger's digit.

The tiger's tail danced noisily across the swanky bedsheets. A quick move caused the otter to become dislodged and to roll over onto the bed, to land onto his belly, muzzle down, ass up. Rei did not miss out on a chance to slap on the propped butt while he reached over for the nightstand to fetch some essential supplies.

"You better take those pants off or I'll just bite a hole where I need it, boy," the tiger grumbled.

Jon seemed to have trouble deciding whether he liked or loved that idea, but ended up tugging his pants down upon command. They were nice enough that he did want to preserve them for another slutting about, and hence, he shucked them off without any serious damage being done to the fabric. He did create a wet spot or two onto the tiger's sheets when his ottercock sprung into view and sprayed pre-cum all over. The tiger's current position gave him a great view onto bare tiger-ass as well, though that was brief, when Rei turned about with a hefty pump bottle of lube in one paw.

"Ass down head up, or...whatever," Rei smirked dirtily.

Jon wriggled his butt as he assumed the position. He wondered whether there was going to be pillows or the like involved to prop him into a better accessible an angle, but the tiger seemed to preempt him on on that. Big, rough paws grabbed his hips and moved the otter more to the center of the bed, which caused the otter to yelp happily. The tiger only snorted.

"Wonder if I'm gonna find it...if it's that small..." he mused.

A thumb poked against the otter's balls and moved up into his cleft. Jon was practically purring at the sensation of something travelling between his butt cheeks. That thick, leathery pad couldn't reach his hole soon enough for the otter's liking, but it did, eventually, to give it a good luck rub of its own.

"Nope...seems big enough..." said the tiger when he twisted his wrist, and made the otter moan.

"Hmmm...love messing around with it..." the otter moaned. "Feels sooo goood..."

The tiger's cock was a mighty weapon that jutted out of his sheath with a mean curve to its spine-covered length. The tip glistened with the accumulated fluids of his own arousal. It smelled delicious, even from some distance, and with Jon's nose mostly buried in the fragrant sheets that were deeply soused with tiger-scents of other kinds.

"Hmmphhh...maybe my worries were unwarranted..." said the tiger who hadn't stopped corkscrewing his thumb against the otter's hole.

"Hmhmmmmwhaworrries?" Jon slurred toothily.

Rei dropped his lube bottle briefly so that he could spare both paws for the purpose of manhandling the otter's butt cheeks once more, this time with a clear purpose. The tugging on his muscles seemed to activate some kind of a reflex-like reaction in the young guy on his belly on the bed, considering that his tail was immediately hiked up to fully expose him to the world to see.

"Looks like we've got a right slutty hole down here..." the tiger made his judgment on the state of the otter's puckered anus.

"Hmmm..it hasn't had anything in it in aaaages..." the otter made his hole dance in the hopes that it would make the tiger even more lusty, and more prone to just fuck it silly.

"I'm not gonna buy that," Rei snorted, "this looks like it's had more cocks in it than what's supposed to usually pass through it..."

The tiger growled and leaned forward, and spat a big wad of saliva that landed onto the otter's beady butthole.

"W-who, meeee?" Jon moaned.

Rei smeared his own spit onto the otter's hole, but soon decided that it was not going to be enough to get his cock into the otter's asshole. The goop from the lube bottle was cool and made the otter's hole tingle. A pawful of a lube on his shaft later, he mounted the otter without any further preliminaries.

"Your ass is gonna be grateful for that lube," the tiger growled into the ear of the otter he had now pinned down on the bed with his entire body, and with his cock poised on the entrance into the otter's butt.

"YYyfffffffuckyeah..." Jon moaned.

Rei chuffed.

"I'm not even fucking you yet!" the tiger grumbled.

Jon nudged his butt upwards in the hopes that it would correct that state of affairs, but he only got a nip on his shoulder for that effort, wet with tiger-spittle and sore from the grip of teeth on smooth fur.

"Don't get ahead of yourself..." said the tiger.

"Nnhnhnhhhhhh!" the sabre-otter whimpered.

The tiger simply chuckled roughly. He obviously enjoying toying with the slutty otter who liked nothing better than getting his rear royally reamed, creamed and bred. His wriggling butt massaged the shaft lodged between his rump cheeks, but the actual penetration eluded him most infuriatingly. The tiger seemed to enjoy Jon's desperation for cock, and spent some time grooming the otter's sweaty neck furs. All the while his tiger-meat throbbed threateningly, yet it seemed like he had the patience of a glacier. How that was possible, with such an inviting, well-used hole to plunder...Jon could only wonder at his host's self-control at that particular moment.

The next bite,when it came, was harder, and fell onto the otter's neck scruff. This time it was also accompanied with the telltale feeling of barbs digging against puckered flesh, with the weight of the tiger behind it.

"Hhhooolleeeeeeeeee!!"

The tiger wasn't in the mood for slow and steady, it seemed. Instead, his cock slid through the otter's pucker, aided by the slippery lube, and spread him open in one go, deep into the guts.

"Whhhoooo!"

The tiger growled and stuffed two fingers into Jon's maw to keep the noise down - an act that he seemed to be doing for the dominant pleasure for more than actual concern for his neighbours.

"Bitchboy..."

It'd been a while since Jon had been fucked in such a summarily fashion. The tiger basically stuck it in and went to town at it, no waiting for accommodation, no stretching with fingers, no long, sloppy rimming to incite the sexual pleasure centers in the otter's rear. All that was swept aside and what remained was hot and horny mansex consisting of a thick tiger-cock accessing the otter's anus with a rude 'schlick' of the lube spreading about Jon's balls.

It was rough rutting from the start, and the bed seemed to be made for fucking. Every motion the tiger made, the bed bounced him back, so that he only had to give just as much effort he liked into pounding the otter. His cock poked the otter's guts, his balls slammed onto Jon's taint and his body was a proper piledriver, seemingly just made for the purpose of burying meat into the slut-otter he had picked up.

It felt like he wasn't holding back one bit. The tiger was horny and ready to take exactly what he wanted to, and he did it with the characteristic speed of his species. The performance wasn't quite leonine in...abruptness, as Jon could tell well from experience, but the two or so minutes that it lasted left Jon sweaty, breathless, and aching from butt to prostate to shoulder, and coated with steamy cum within as well. He huffed like a boiling kettle into the otter's ear, which had not been spared of a couple extra mating bites during the ass-ramming.

"Uuuhhhmm..." Jon moaned when the tiger moved, all too soon, he felt, and his hole was left gaping and splurting cum from its no longer very tight opening that'd been well-tenderized by the barbs consistently managing to hit them throughout their fuck. He glanced over his shoulder to see the tiger's cock, and it was huge, and covered in lube and some remains of cum, whatever hadn't been deposited into the now squishy otter.

"The second one takes longer," Rei stated.

Jon licked his lips. They'd become dry from all the panting he had done, even onto the bedsheets in front of him that were now damp. He imagined gulping that sticky cock down to the root to give it some tender otter-muzzle before it was time for it to go back into his butt for another go.

"Is that a promise?" the otter licked his fangs now.

"I'm gonna fetch us a drink," Rei said. "Don't move."

"As long as it won't take loooong," the otter pouted. "My hole's gonna get cold..."

"It won't," Rei noted.

Jon watched the tiger move through the bedroom, a wonderful display of rippling muscles accentuated by the swing of the long tail and the stripes that seemed like a natural sexy war paint on his body. It was sadly too dark to see the pucker nestled between the broad rump cheeks, but Jon had high hopes that he could coaxe a rim-job of otter-kind on tiger-butt before the night was through. Those tiger-balls would need to rest on occasion, and what would be a nicer way to relax than to lie down, raise that striped tail, and get some otter-love on his butt...

True to word, Jon only had the time to only get an even harder boner from imagining the slimy things he could do to the hunky tiger's asshole before he was back, carrying two bottles, one on each paw. The sight of beverages made Jon's tail wag happily, even if he'd just been loaded from the other end altogether. Nothing like a nice cold beer between sessions.

"Turn around," the tiger commanded already from the doorway. "On your back, pull your legs up, ass up."

"Hmmm?" the otter's big ears perked.

"You heard me," Rei stated. He walked over to the bed with his big bone swinging about on the way, and then stopped. "On your back, ass up!"

"Whut?" Jon wrinkled his nose.

The tiger pushed the bottle in how paw closer to the otter and gave it a shake to show the murky liquid moving with the milky plastic. Jon's keen eye could tell that the bottle was unlike any beer bottle he had ever seen, plastic, and with a very funny spout-like top.

When his brain went through the motions and gave the answer to the conscious mind, he could have possibly creamed the tiger's bed right there and there.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" the otter bounced onto his knees on the bed.

"I told you what to do!" the tiger sounded impatient. "You don't want it to get too cold do you?"

"Nnoo...." Jon slurred, as if he'd already downed the offered drink. He made record time in bending himself over backwards for the sake of being a good slutty otter-boy, which involved flopping onto his back and then tugging his legs up so that he became very exposed and also had his ass in an upright position.

Rei moved back to the bed ,knelt on it, and and grabbed the otter's tail like a handle.

"Now you probably know how this works..." he grunted, "and don't you go spilling it."

"Not fucking gonna do that," the incredibly turned-on otter replied. "just...oh fffffffuuuck!"

The tiger swiped his fingers onto the mess of the cum and lube on the otter's ass crack and spread some of that frothy substance onto the plastic nozzle on the end of the bottle. After that it was promptly placed against the otter's hole and he pushed, to put about two inches into the otter's surprised butthole.

"Ohhh fuck this is gonna be filthyyyyyyy" the otter drooled.

The tiger seemed to be happy with the fit, and proceeded to squeeze on the soft bottle. It lret out a perverted gurgling, bubbling noise when the pressure of his fingers caused the liquid inside to be deposited directly into the otter's rectum.

"Ohhhhhhfffffffaaaaahhh!" Jon moaned ."Feels so weeeeirdaaaahIloveit..."

The otter's hole slurped the booze down, accompanied by dirty noise when air was drawn into the bottle through the nozzle (and effectively through the otter's gaping butt) to replace the liquids that the tiger had instead deposited down the hatch. Jon was sweating and squirming and seemed to have genuine trouble staying in place while the unknown alcoholic beverage entered his guts the wrong way through.

"Wwoooowww..."Jon breathed.

The tiger had run out by that point, and tugged the bottle out. Jon was quick to clamp his hole shut, and hissed once more.

"Ohhh shit..."

"You keep that in there." the tiger slapped Jon's butt. "Let it work its way."

"Oohh I can tell it's working alright," Jon groaned. He knew that alcohol would be metabolized at record speed from the guts, bypassing all of the normal routes which meant that it was

going to happen quickly, and hit him like a ton of brick(house-sized tiger) really. "Y-you gonna pour that other one too?"

The otter grinned hopefully, and looked at the tiger looking down at the second murky bottle, but he got a very crooked from from the tiger in return.

"That's for me," Rei said, "I told you, I want a drink, too."

Jon thought he'd been sent to some private sex hell. Not only was the tiger making him forcefully drunk, he was going to be giving himself the same service?

"C-can I help?" the otter was quick to say.

"You stay as you are," the tiger grunted.

Jon pouted, but remained as he was, ass up, legs hooked under his arms. The tiger applied some lube onto his fingers and brushed them under his tail - sadly outside Jon's view, but the idea was enough to keep his slowly intoxicating mind going - and then came the bottle.

"Stay where you are," Rei affirmed.

The tiger moved forward. For a moment Jon thought that the tiger was gonna just shove his cock into his sloshing rudder-butt, but instead of that, the tiger put a paw onto the otter's slim hip and leaned down.

"Got many places to drink from..." the tiger said.

Jon gawked at the sight of the striped muzzle going down, towards his critically exposed hole, big feline teeth, tongue, all the way down until he was kissing against the otter's hole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...aaH!"

The tiger had his eyes closed and was obviously enjoying what he did, that being, lapping at the otter's asshole. His whiskers tickled against the wet fur and made the tiger want to scratch himself in a sensitive place. It probably wouldn't be a good idea at this point, so he could only remain as he was, full of slowly absorbing booze and a very ticklish tiger tongue prodding at his hole.

"Ohhhhffffff..."

He was hungry for ass, Jon decided, when the tongue really rolled in circles around his hole and forced it to open, which probably made some of the booze to escape but Jon couldn't exactly tell among the sexy sensations and the slurping noises that accompanied the dirty rimming. It was incredibly horny, Jon had to conclude. He'd no idea how the tiger could have come up with something that raunchy. Obviously he'd also planned it from the start...unless the tiger had a standby supply of body temperature ass beer waiting just for the right hole to put it into.

By the time he heard the spluttering noises that came with the bottle being squeezed, he knew that the tiger was administering such a dose for himself, sadly ever so slightly out of sight, and he almost lost it.

"Ohhhhhhh," the drunk otter moaned, "you're f-fucking...pumping yourself up...ohhh...god fuck yesssshhh...."

He suspected the tiger might've been trying to say something, but it only came out as a way of rumbles and vibrations against Jon's butthole. The tiger did come up for a huff of air, once, and Jon could see the booze and juice dripping off all of his muzzle, and his eyes were already glowing with the alcohol he had not only consumed through his maw from the naughtiest vessel imaginable, but he was also burning it up big time through his own ass as well.

He still didn't have enough...because he dove right back in, tongue poking out like a spear ready to sink against the otter's hole and try to pry within to get another slurp of ass-beer.

"Ouhhh..."

Now the tiger was definitely purring, and that if anything felt interesting when the lips were applied against the otter's anus. This activity surely must've been turning him on viciously.

"Yeah...keep it in..."

Jon's eyes had fallen shut and he was floating somewhere in a happy butthole-shaped place, when the tiger's voice roused him back into the world of the bed. Rei wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw and grinned broadly.

"Good drink?"

"Faaantastic," the otter made a cute face, or so he hoped, fangs and all.

"Humph," the tiger harrumphed.

Jon wondered if he was being angry for something, but the reason became more than apparently when the tiger moved and revealed a small spreading, wet splotch on the bedsheets.

"Fuck," Rei snorted.

"Yes please!" Jon said.

The tiger grumbled to himself on his way to the nightstand. What he pulled out now was a rather fat, shiny black rubber buttplug.

"Right..."

The act of applying lubricant onto the toy and then shoving it up his own ass was more than enough to keep Jon perky and interested, especially since it involved the tiger jutting his rump backwards and raising his tail so that Jon could get a glimpse at the hole the tiger was particularly trying to squeeze tightly shut in the hopes of not spreading ass beer all over his carpet. The plug sunk through his ring-muscle with a decadent 'plop' and a hiss-grimace from the tiger, before his tail jumped down.

"Humph."

"That's...hot," Jon said.

"I'm gonna fuck you again," Rei said.

"Like this?" Jon breathed.

"I don't want to make even worse a mess on the bed," the tiger replied.

Jon knew that it was gonna be even harder than the first time - even if the tiger almost stumbled when he tried to climb into his bed to join the buzzed otter. The booze was obviously working on him, too, although it did not impair his aim when he came over to put his cock where he wanted it to be, against the sloppy hole of the otter his knees now hugged.

"Y-you sure you're gonna stay...up?" Jon moaned. The whole bed was trembling with the tiger changing the positioning of his footpaws, and it seemed like he might be losing his balance if he tilted to any side more or less.

"F-fuck yes!" the tiger barked.

Jon wriggled his toes. He imagined this was going to be good, and the best part of it was that he knew he wouldn't have to wait for long to see it all turn true, in the flesh, in the horny act of a big feline penis pumping its way through the otter's insides.

"Hhmmmmmm.hhmhmmmmm..."

Jon practically mewled when the cock plunged into him. Beer was churned out with the initial sinking motion that displaced it inside the otter's chute with some hot, hard meat that spread his randy insides open right again. He went deeper and deeper until the tiger's pubic bone bumped against the otter's taint. Rei had gripped Jon's legs by now, which meant that he was poised in a very...demonstrative, sexy squat over the otter, all of his weight on his strong legs, but for whatever was buried into the otter's rump.

"Think you were fucked before?" Rei growled. "Think a-gain!"

The muscled tiger seemed to go frantic with lust, intoxication, and the sheer desire to fuck the otter's brains out. Jon was sure that his ass was going to be pulverized before the tiger had dropped his last load into his rump. The pistoning action came hard and rapid, with a scowling tiger on top of a well-fucked otter. Jon couldn't really think of anything nicer at that moment, although he was closing the point when he barely could see beyond his own nose for the alcohol buzzing in his system. The tiger's bigger bulk gave him some extra staying power against anal liquor, but even that was likely to be just a momentary reprieve.

It was extra noisy, too. Sufficient beer had leaked out that their groins were sopping wet with it, and that made for very loud slaps when the tiger came down like a wave crashing onto a shore. His huge, productive balls swung back and forth with the rest of the tiger showing his eagerness to breed the little horny bottom-otter. Jon felt incredibly full, and part of it came from the beer that the tiger fucked deeper into him with every thrust that didn't make more of it to splash out of him.

"Aahh..." Jon hung onto his legs as they rocked together, musky, dirty, wet, great.

The tiger hissed, puffed and groaned, and he was gone again, shooting spunk up the otter's butt to join with the mess of beer and cum that had already made its home there. Jon still wanted to imagine that he could feel each spurt, even though his ass was probably too far gone for such sensations. What he knew was that it felt good, incredibly good, with the hot puffs of air against his muzzle from the grunting cat on top of him.

"Hell yeah!"

The tiger wasn't done yet. He pulled out, which was incredibly messy, but it got even worse when he tugged on Jon's legs and forced him to lie on his back proper, which had the effect of releasing even more beer-spunk onto the sheets that the tiger seemed to have written off as a lost cause by now.

"Jerk yourself off,"Rei ordered. "Now."

"Want me to shoot my otter-cum, sir?" Jon mumbled.

"Get at it," Rei hissed.

Jon wasn't about to deny the command of a big burly daddy tiger giving him orders. He gripped his almost painfully hard cock and began to stroke at the usual breakneck pace that accompanied the last leg.

"Don't stop, whatever happens," Rei noted.

That gave Jon a curious pause, though his paw wouldn't stop flying over his rod.

Rei climbed on top of Jon. For a moment the otter thought that he was going to lean down to gobble up the otter cum shooting out of Jon's cock when the moment of orgasm came, but it did not go for that. The tiger's knees were planted on either side of him, which meant that Jon had a perfect view under the tiger's thick tail, his balls, that slimy cock, the round base of a butt plug sticking out of his rear so rudely.

His fingers gripped the plug.

"Don't you fucking dare stop!" the tiger groaned.

Jon did not intend to, but the incredible raunchiness of the realization sent him into a sexual nirvana. The plug easily pulled out, and out came the beer, in a trickle of bubbling liquid like a leaking tap.

"Nhhhhggrrr..." the burly beast growled.

Jon's brain almost shut itself down when the body temperature beer flowed onto his muzzle. His maw dropped open and his tongue reached out to catch the drops from his chin, that was already wet with his new favorite brew, ass beer, and he moaned in utter rapture when the pre-orgasmic shuddering filled his body, and he simply gave up.

"Ah..."

The otter sounded like he was gagging, though while he did have to keep on swallowing, he was also experiencing one hell of an orgasm, too. His cum sprayed the tiger, the bed, himself, and seemed to go on longer than usual. The tiger was probably watching, though Jon couldn't tell...face full of musky butt that still provided more and more stagnant beer for his senses, and his gullet to explore.

"Hhhmmmm..." the tiger seemed to agree, taking his relief on the otter now stained in streamers of cum.

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