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Wow! This slab of a story is part of the "In Bed with Gruffy" series and features good ol' Gruffy with my long-time reader and patron pittbull paw I hope you have a good time, and I shall be looking forward to your feedback, naturally!

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Cheers, everyone!

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After Max had fallen on his ass three times and once on his face,the pit bull decided to call it quits.

"But you can't go all that way to Lapland and not try the slopes!" - the travel agent had said while painting wonderful mental images of a holiday to remember.

"I'm not sure really that it's my thing, though," Max had replied to the enthusiastic Malamute.

"But look at these powdered peaks - zooming down those slopes, snow buffeting about you, and the sunset - and it comes so early, and it's fantastic, and then you can sit back on your hotel balcony, sip on a cocktail and watch the Northern Lights play on the deep starry sky!"

The Malamute had promotional photos to match his eloquent chatter, even down to the picture of a tipsy paw holding a colorful drink while above on the dark sky, the aurora borealis were dancing in all of their possibly computer-enhanced splendor.

"...there are so many opportunities, you won't believe how much fun you'll end up having!" the dog had said, with dollar signs flashing in his eyes.

"Well..." Max had said.

"Single or double room?" the dog had already opened the reservation book.

Right now Max was in the process of brushing what remained of the pearly slopes from his rented ski jacket, with the snow melting on his paws and making them not only cold but wet, too, and he decided...

"Fuck this shit," the dog muttered to nobody in particular.

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It was about forty-five minutes later that Max expelled himself from the so-called ski bus to the stop by his hotel.. He had gotten himself rid of his rented ski equipment and heavy winter clothing and was now jacketed much more lightly, and standing near the sprawling resort complex he was to call his home for the week. The huge sign read "'TROPIC HOTEL' , which Max once again found to be very bizarre, as he stomped towards the hotel and its inviting warmth. It barely made sense even with him knowing that the resort also came with a spa, but he still found it be to be a somewhat strange a naming of the place. He could understand the combination of a fun skiing holiday and some pampering in a steam room or a relaxing massage, but not calling the place something like "SKI PARADISE" still felt a bit odd to the pit bull.

The tiled atrium was blissfully warm, and made Max feel incrementally better after his skibound infamy.

"JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

His sigh of relief was interrupted by a duo of lynxes rushing past him, just about tall enough to reach his waist, he thought, watching the two disappear in one direction while their apparent parental units followed some distance away.

"EIPÄ JUOSTA SIELLÄ!" the father yelled.

"VEETI JA NENNA!" the mother lynx hollered along the dad.

Max shook his head briefly. He wasn't sure if those were filthy Finnish curse words or just the mother calling the children's names.

"HEI OIKEESTI NYT!" she yelled.

At least the silver lining was that pretty much everyone he had encountered spoke English, after a fashion, if not better.

"Guut tay!"

Now his ears flicked curiously again. A fox stood behind the wooden reception desk, smart in his blue uniform, and smiling very politely to the newcomer. Max recognised him as the one who had handed him the details for the ski gear rentals in the morning when Max had left out for what had been promised to be a fun snowy adventure.

"Hello," Max rumbled.

"Dit juu häv a guut taim aut soor?" the fox spoke up.

But then again, Max thought, some of them were more enthusiastic about trying it with someone who was a native speaker, rather than operating on pure skill. He had noticed that especially on his first night in when he decided to pop by for a drink and discovered that the main drinking establishment in the hotel complex was modeled as an Irish sports bar. It appeared that any amount of alcohol loosened Nordic tongues and made them very eager to talk to him, the stranger.

"It was alright," Max told the smiling fox. Since it wasn't personally the fox's fault that he'd been shitty at skiing, he didn't want to be mean to him and say what he was really thinking, which amounted to something like:

If I'd wanted to spend my holiday falling on my ass and getting my balls frozen in snow, I would have stayed home and gone to Colorado instead.

"Ai em veri kläd tät juu aaar hävin a guut taim hiör," the fox smiled. "Tuu not förget tät vii häv laiv mjuusik tunait at te baar."

Max wasn't quite sure what the fox meant, but he nodded.

"Yes, indeed," he said, "thank you again."

"Häv ö veri nais dej!"

Max decided to flee the reception before the fox could get any new ideas of fun activities for him. He just wanted to get off his winter clothing and then figure out what to do next with himself, and that would not involve snow.

The big dog scaled stairs and crossed endless hallways to find his hotel room. It was relatively modest, although the double bed was comfortable and he didn't feel claustrophobic in it. Max had decided early on while planning his European tour that the experiences were what mattered, not gold-plated taps and caviar in bed. As long as he didn't have to fear about the ceiling falling on him while he slept, he would be fine.

He flopped onto his bed for a few moments, trying to decide what to do. It was barely midday yet, and he did not feel like lunch, although he could have easily wandered to the hotel's restaurant to enjoy the all-inclusive buffet. His ass ached a little after falling down on it, but he was glad to note that his tail wasn't damaged. The pit bull's whip-like tail flapped about quite naturally and without discomfort.

The dog yawned, scratched his belly, and let out another rumble. He suddenly felt tired, and lazy. That probably ruled out the gym, although pumping some iron would've been nice, most likely.

His eyes circled the hotel room once more, and caught the sight of a heavy white bathrobe hanging from a hook on the wall by the door into the small adjoining bathroom. That reminded Max of the two little lynxes in reception, trailed by their parents dressed in similarly fluffy attire.

"Well they'll probably be at the kiddie pool..." the dog rumbled to himself.

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Five minutes later, the tall, tan dog-type of a gentleman opened the door into the spa section with his keycard, and found himself in a large, white-tiled hallway. He'd put on his robe although he wore his T-shirt and boxers underneath it, and carried a towel about one arm. Here it was only a matter of choosing the right door to the men's locker room.

Keep your fantasies in check, the dog reminded himself before opening the door made of frosted glass, for privacy reasons.

It was rather straightforward, lockers, benches, a door into the showers and the saunas, helpfully indicated with signs. An athletic-looking wolf stood nearby in front of a mirror and groomed his head furs with a towel around his waist. Max suspected he'd already taken a plunge in the pool and was on his way out. A large brown bear sat on one of the benches and was in the process of removing his socks.

Max chose himself a locker and undressed quickly, not paying attention to the other occupants. The wolf had already wandered away to his own locker, out of Max's sight. The pit bull closed his locker and picked up the key from the lock, one that he was meant to strap onto his ankle with an elastic band that came along with it. He put his towel around his waist and was just by the door labeled: "SUIHKUHUONE/SHOWER ROOM" when he noticed another sign next to the door, with a black outline of what looked like Speedos, with a red X marked over it. The dog frowned and studied the sign again, and saw a printed, plastic-coated length of text below the sign. It was written in several languages, including what he presumed to be Finnish and what looked like oddly written German to Max, and below that, finally, in English.

"For hygiene reasons, no swimwear or towels are allowed in the saunas and the showers."

"Damn..." mused Max.

"Sori."

The big bear had lumbered to his side and bumped on Max when he opened the door into the shower room and letting sounds of running water reach the dog's ears. The pit bull frowned again while he looked at the sign again, the no underwear sign and the text, and a glance at the bear told him that he was bare ass naked, too, with a towel and speedos clutched in one paw.

"Eh..."

He decided to follow through the door into the showers to check the situation there. Max could see some definite nudity going on, with a few furs under the showers in small tiled cubicles that had no curtains or anything to separate them from the center of the room. At the end of the room was a glass door into the sauna itself, he thought, and even from afar he could see another of the 'no swimwear' symbols next to it.

This is gonna be interesting.

Max hung his towel from a hook and put his Speedos onto a small cubicle above it before he hit the shower in a cubicle that happened to be next to the big middle-aged bear from before. The warm water that rushed down on the pit bull felt lovely after his cold adventure, and even made his tail wag a little.

This is better.

There was shampoo provided and he used it gladly to lather himself up. He'd worked up some sweat, but mostly because the clothing was so thick and skiing with your ass on the ground was a surprisingly strenuous activity. The warm water and soap made his fur nice and slick, and he felt quite good by the time he'd finished and shook himself in the cubicle before stepping out. As he was there, a rather toned fox was in the process of leaving the sauna, buck naked, of course and practically steaming from the heat within. It gave Max a near double take again, seeing such casual nudity while the fox sauntered onto one of the shower cubicles and disappeared from sight.

These Finns have an interesting disposition towards nudity, he thought.

Max decided that he should do like the natives did, and braved his body and his libido while padding over to the sauna.

It was something like the ones he'd been to before, although those usually had a three-lettered word placed in front of the word 'sauna'. Wooden interior, long benches, a huge stove of sorts with a pile of stones on it. Men of all ages and sizes and species sat on the long benches, without a towel or swimwear, as indicated. The lighting level was quite low, but nonetheless, everyone in the room was on perfect display when Max stepped in.

He felt self-conscious for a moment, but noticed immediately that nobody barely batted an ear when he entered the room. The most activity he could see was a little beaver of maybe five or six chattering away to whom had to be his father, listening carefully for what the kid was saying in that strange language of his.

Max climbed up to the top tier where everyone was sitting, straightened his back and let it rest against a wooden support that ran along the wall. It was dry, and very warm, and up there he realized just how warm it was in there. It rushed onto him, the realization that this room was seriously hot.

"Tssshshhh!"

There was a bizarre hissing sound, followed by the heat suddenly becoming much more intense. Max could see that a pipe over the pile of rocks spat water onto it, where the water immediately boiled and vaporized.

Damn!

The heat just grew and grew and Max had to lean down because it felt like his ears were starting to cald. He duck his head down and felt relief when the heat lessened to a tolerable level, although now the burning was just concentrated on his ass.

"Umph!" he grunted.

Was this meant to be a relaxing, purifying experience or corporal punishment, the dog thought. He felt a bit embarrassed by the fact that others in the sauna - even the beaver kid - didn't seem to even notice the heat swirling around them.

The only relief was the door opening again so that some of the hot air had a chance to escape from the room. Max's saviour was the big bear from before, who walked in and lumbered up to the wooden bench before sitting his huge ass down.

The water spray began again.

"Sheesh," Max hissed to himself.

He wasn't sure how long you were supposed to survive in the Purgatory that was the sauna. He was starting to get seriously sweaty, but that only helped for a while when the heat just seemed to grow.

By the time the beaver family began to leave, Max decided that he could sneak out with them. The relative coolness in the showers felt great after the sauna, and the actual water, simply fantastic. Max did find out that once the worst shock wore off, he was feeling quite nice, kind of breathless in an odd way, like he'd been running instead of just sitting down on a bench while being subjected to fire torture. Maybe there really was something to this whole sauna thing, he thought.

Max slipped on his speedos, adjusted them so that his sheath didn't peek out, and finally was ready to go. The corridor from the showers into the actual swimming area had bends and turns in it, for privacy, likely, but the growing smell of chlorine and cheerful yelps told him he was approaching.

He wasn't sure what the designers had been thinking with the place, but they probably had some Hawaiian theme in mind. There were palm trees, rocks, hanging plants, soft lighting both from above and under the water - a veritable oasis, when the windows showed out a snowcast lake behind the hotel. Max had seen the aerial shot showing it in the summer, but now there was nothing to be seen but snow, snow and big boobs in bikinis.

Ahem.

A vixen and a wolverine went past, wearing the skimpiest bathing outfits that Max could imagine. Their assets, both front and back, were very well displayed, and he found it to be a fascinating sight, at least until his eyes caught the lifeguard. He wondered if the wolf in question had noted his lingering gaze, but it did not seem so. The wolf was following a number of screeching children nearby, probably expecting some trouble to come from them. Max just hoped they wouldn't end up floating face down in the pool, because that would likely end all the fun before it'd even started.

He was glad that the pool area wasn't too crowded. Maybe everyone else was still enjoying their falling off their skis. That suited Max well. He might've not been too surly, but bumping onto another naked body on this kind of a context was not entirely his idea of fun.

The water was warm and felt good on his feet, though, when he took the first toe dip. It didn't go very high up on him when he waded in, only just about over his waist and then some. He hadn't expected it to be of Olympic proportions, anyway. The pit bull checked the area in front of him was clear and kicked off the bottom of the pool to put himself entirely into the water.

"Hmmmmm..."

He enjoyed the rush of it, surrounding him, and dared to duck his head below the surface until it emerged, ears flicking to get rid of some of the water. He took a couple of laps with his paws before he stood fast again, so as not to collide to a grizzled lioness who was chilling near one of the sides of the rounded, meandering pool. The water was somewhat deeper there, and Max enjoyed how it lapped about his chest. His footpaws touched the bottom, but he still felt that wonderful sense of lightness that came with being immersed. Max felt a brief urge to flop onto his back and float upon the water like that, yet he suspected that might get a bit uncomfortable if one of the kids splashing nearby decided to attack him while he was in such a vulnerable position. He could hear them yelling while they went down the waterslide that ejected small wet furry cannonballs into the pool below. The pit bull wondered if adults were allowed...but decided against such an adventurous venture. Getting stuck into a waterslide would probably get him onto the local news or something.

'FAT ASS AMERICAN CUT FROM WATER SLIDE WITH POWER SAWS - MADE CUBS CRY'

Max rumbled at the idea, and did some more wading. There was still more to explore - including the pool bar where you could actually get a drink while still in the water - yet it was not operational at the moment, much to Max's disappointment. He decided to paddle away like a proper dog, into a narrower tunnel-like part of the pool that allowed him access to another part of the pool complex. At least the tunnel offered him a bit of a surprise, since he suddenly realized he had to use much more force to make himself go forward. There was a current there, created by some sort of pumping machinery, the pit bull thought, to give you a bit of a challenge on your way through.

"Hmmm..."

He managed it, though, and flopped onto the surface when the water became still and oasis-like again, as per the pool designer's thoughts, he decided. There were only two kids in that part of the pool, too, and they were well-behaving and definitely not lynxes like the noisy ones he had encountered before.

There was also absolutely nothing else to do except to mess around in the water, and since Max wasn't 10, he was starting to feel bored quite quickly once the initial novelty wore off and his body got used to the warmth and the buoyancy offered by the pool. Of course it was meant to be relaxing, he thought, this wasn't a pool for athletic activities, just for relaxation of various kinds.

It could've been a bit more active relaxation, Max thought, however, bouncing along the bottom like a moonwalker and figuring out what to do next.

He was glad that his ears offered the solution next. A soft buzzing,bubbling, gurgling noise made his pointy ears perk and tilt in the direction they were coming from. A quick visual search showed him a little flight of stairs, adorned with chrome-plated safety handles, and the sight of a bovine head resting against one of the rocky walls in a kind of a little cove that was only slightly separated from the main pool area.

That's more like it.

The pit bull made a run for it, and let out a pleased rumble when his spying confirmed that it really was a jacuzzi. It was about six yards wide and round, offering plenty of room for revellers under its boiling surface. He emerged from the pool in a dribble of water along his tall body. The sensation made him crave for a really good shaking, but one of the signs of the wall obviously banned such canine activities.

Oppression!

Either way, he dripped comfortably as he pulled himself up via the smooth, chlorine-stained handless and then stepped down into the sinful whirpool of the jacuzzi. The lighting levels were lower there to give it a more intimate feel, which suited him just fine, as he slipped under the foamy surface and and pushed himself onto one of the tiled benches about the circumference. The jacuzzi was far from crowded, since besides himself the only occupants were the middle-aged bull he'd observed before, accompanied by a cow of same age whom was probably his better half, a tiger sitting with his head tilted back and eyes closed, and a moose who was also simply minding his own business.

Max let out a pleased rumble, feeling the water jets begin to caress onto his weary muscles. It was nicer than the oven-like sauna and definitely a much better way to spend an afternoon in winter wonderland than getting his ass kicked on the slopes. At least he'd been there long enough to take the selfies to prove that he had been there, to impress his friends once he went back home. They wouldn't need to know just how it had turned out while maintaining at least the illusion of Action Man Max. A nice jacuzzi selfie might've been something to remember by, too, but cameras were of course not allowed.

This was a good way to go, Max thought. Now it was nice to kick back and relax. Just the rustle of water, and the giggles and yelps from somewhere seemingly afar. The sounds were muffled by the raised rock walls around the jacuzzi and meant that they really became a white noise that only served to relax. Palm leaves hung over the pit bull's head, and he wouldn't have been surprised to see something as cheesy as a plastic parrot sitting on it.

"...eikait..."

Max rumbled contentedly. Even his tail was catching its share of the swirling water and that added to the pleasant sensations. It was the kind of relaxation that could make him have a nap.

"...ei tää kyllä voi olla totta!"

That voice came from somewhere closer. Max let his chin fall down again and searched the premises. He realized that the tiger he'd spotted earlier was now looking at him with rather gawking eyes.

"Hey!" the tiger said. "Is that you?"

Max frowned.

"Excuse me?" he said. At least the tiger was speaking English without further nudging from the dog, which was a start. He just wasn't sure what kind of a conversation this would be, naked in a jacuzzi with strangers about and one of them randomly striking up a chat.

"I could swear I know...do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," Max said. "I do speak English."

"Well I'd expect you to!" the tiger rumbled. "I know you! You're...you're Max!"

Now the dog's ears flicked with utmost curiosity.

"Have we talked before?" Max asked. "Yesterday maybe?"

He remembered chatting to a few people on the previous night at the bar but he couldn't recall tigers, and he had not been drunk enough that he would really forget anyone.

"We have, but not yesterday, the tiger chuckled. "It's been a few months but I do remember you alright! It was on that public video stream thing I did, and you dropped by!"

"Eh...what?" Max asked. The bovine pair nearby were looking at the two confusedly.

The tiger leaped from his seat and waded across the jacuzzi before landing on the ample empty space next to Max. The dog was unsure whether he like that, but now he was curious to figure out just what the hell the cat was talking about.

"You know...that video writing stream...for that site...something beginning with a G...?"

Max looked at the tiger again, causing the striped fellow to smile to him sweetly, and flick an ear.

Fffuu...uudge!" he bit his tongue. "Are you - "

The tiger's right paw emerged from the water like a killer whale launching into the air, and then approached Max on a somewhat strange angle while the cat tried to keep it over the surface while also offering it for the pit bull to squeeze.

"Gruff, of course," the tiger smiled.

"No way!" Max laughed.

"In the...buff," the tiger grinned.

Max returned the squeeze as heartily as he dared, and got a purring rumble from the tiger in question.

"Well, I'm Max, and I must say that I definitely didn't expect this!"

"Heheh," the tiger chuckled good-naturedly once his paw was bag under the soothing water, "I did have a double take myself when I saw you come and then I started to wonder just why your face was familiar..."

"I'm a bit shocked myself, still," Max's ears flicked in the tiger's direction, "I mean...it really is you! Right?"

"Unless I happened to have a strange doppelgänger of questionable character..." the tiger chuckled.

"Hahah!"

The tiger

"So!" stated the tiger. "Do I make the question or shall you?"

"Yeah?" Max wondered.

"Just how the hell are you here?" the tiger chuckled.

"Eh..." said Max, "well, I've been going around Europe, and I wanted to Visit Finland too, so..."

"So of all the places here you ended up in Kuusamo?" the tiger mused.

"Yeah," Max said. "I flew to Helsinki from London and came here, and planning to spend a week here and then another in Helsinki when I go back there on the weekend."

"Ah, London!" the tiger grinned. "Fun city!"

"Yeah, it...was," said Max. The memories of his escapades in that famous city were fresh in his mind, and not something to be shared to a relative stranger in a tub.

"I bet!" the tiger grinned. "Sounds like you're taking things nice and slow, too, staying a week in one place and all."

"Yeah," Max nodded, "might be the only time I get to do something like this, now that I took a couple months off, and I just don't wanna spoil it by rushing around and missing out on everything."

The tiger flashed him a grin.

"That's a really good way to look at it," he said. "Why hurry when you don't need to?"

"Hear, hear!"

"Indeed," smiled the tiger.

"But I guess...I guess I have to ask the same question now," Max mused. "How the hell are you here, Gruff? You don't live here or something? That'd be too much..."

The tiger chuckled.

"Oh, no, I'm just visiting as well," he snickered. "Though living in a place like this would have its benefits, I suppose."

"In a jacuzzi?" Max asked.

Gruff snickered.

"That too..." he mused cheerfully.

Max liked the tiger's easy smile and laughter. It was what he'd expected, of course, knowing the tiger's online personality, but experiencing it all first paw was very interesting alright.

"So is this a holiday or..."

"Indeed it is!" Gruff smiled. "I felt like going away for a while, though of course work never really ends...guilty as charged, of course, but I do try to relax now. Take the pools, the sauna, the spa, the food...just curl down with a good book...all that."

"Sounds really good," Max rumbled, "have you been here long?"

"I came here last night," Gruff said.

"Me too!" Max grinned." What if we were in the same plane?"

"Oh, who knows?" the tiger chuckled. "I don't suppose it'd be impossible. But I definitely can't remember seeing you."

"Me neither," Max said. "Funny if we did, though."

"It would be," said the tiger.

Max smiled some more.

"I'm just...excuse me if I seem a bit...you know...I just can't quite wrap my head around this yet."

The tiger smiled, and patted the dog's arm wetly, just above the surface of the pool, so as not to make it look too suspicious. Max thought that felt nice, on his beefy arm.

"Heh, I get that often when people meet me for the first time," Gruff said. "It's fine."

"Especially when you're naked, too?" Max asked.

"Hahahah!" the tiger laughed heartily. "You're just as cheeky as I thought!"

"Am I?" Max asked.

"Definitely!" the tiger grinned. "And a looker..."

Max felt a little twinge in his sheath upon hearing such a compliment, but didn't think much about it. It felt nice to be told something like that, especially coming from this particular feline.

"Likewise," he told to the cat as suavely as he knew.

"Hmmmmrrr..." purred the tiger. "I feel like this is fantastic luck that we happened to cross paths."

"It's certainly a big coincidence," Max said. "Guess that doesn't sound as romantic, though."

"Maybe not," the tiger said, "but accurate! And it does not in any way make me feel any less delighted about this turn of events."

"Definitely not," Max smiled.

"I hope you won't be too busy enjoying the resort to have a proper chat, though," the tiger said. "And maybe a drink?"

Max grinned.

"If we're having a drink, I'm buying," he said while smiling broadly. "I think it's the least I can do."

"Very kind of you," Gruff said. "I think you can consider us..to be on!"

"Sweet," Max grinned. He couldn't really believe it - in a space of 10 minutes he'd gone from being somewhat bored in a pool to having a date with Gruffy. It felt like the holiday had really started to go into places.

...

And certainly, indeed, after some more chatter in the jacuzzi the tiger raised the stakes again.

"I'm starting to prune up," Gruff said, "how about we go to the sauna and get ourselves all steamy before we either take another round here in the tub or see about that drink?"

"Heh, sure!" Max smiled broadly. "As long as we don't fry there."

Gruff chuckled.

"Fry?" he repeated the word. "Did you get barbequed while you were there?"

Max flicked his ears.

"It felt like that for a while."

"Oh then I have just the solution for you!" Gruff smirked. "Come on, I'll show you."

"Okay, sure!"

The tiger moved first, which meant that when he climbed out of the tub, Max got a view of his watery frame and his backside, hugged by snug black speedos. Max tried not to look too much, and thankfully the tiger disappeared into the water again, since they had to wade some way before they reached the steps to get out of the pool for good.

"Hmmm...damn it feels cold after being in the water," Gruff mused, "even though it's not cold here..."

"Yeah," said Max. He was almost glad for the fact that at least it made his sheath less likely to try and swell up. The sight of a the tiger's backside and a handsome 20-something wolf strutting nearby weren't helping with that particular effect.

They reached the bathroom and once again Max had to face the casual Nordic nudity that was plentiful. It appeared that the spa was getting busier, since now there were no less than half a dozen men of various ages and body sizes more or less naked and taking their showers in the cubicles.

"Seems to be free over there," Gruff pointed out some free showers, "let's soak up quickly and I'll show you something."

Max found his mind going into a rather...interesting direction when it came to show and tell, but he shook that thought away. At least the tiger disappeared into one of the shower cubicles before the pit bull had the time to contemplate his nudity for any particular time. The water running onto him felt great, too, and made the pit bull rumble happily. It washed the chlorine away from his furs and made him feel quite refreshed by the time he stepped out.

"Ah, there you are!"

Gruff was standing there, completely nude and unabashed, too, if one judged it by the very casual swing of his tail. Max felt slightly exposed in his own naked state, but kept his calm.

"Yep," the dog said. "So is it the sauna now?"

"Yes, but this is a special one," the tiger replied. "Just this way..."

They headed to the other side of the room, but not for the door that led into the purgatory-like place Max had visited before. There was another door, set onto the angled wall, made of frosted glass so that one couldn't really see through it. The stenciled text called it "HYRYSAUNA" and Max could only guess what the ass end of the overly long word meant.

"So how is this one special?" Max asked.

Gruff opened the door.

"Just step in and find out!"

It was almost as if the door hadn't been opened at all. The inside was filled with what looked like fog and Max couldn't see a thing beyond it.

"Some kind of a steam sauna?" Max guessed.

"Yep," the tiger grinned. "Just go ahead, can't keep this door open for too long!"

"Alright..."

The pit bull dove into the dark grotto, followed by the happily purring tiger.

"Just gotta find somewhere to sit here...try to the left!"

Max took a step into that direction and almost balked. A pair of girls were sitting there - a vixen and a voluptuous bear who had obviously been chatting to one another, but the appearance of the naked pit bull right on front of them stopped them. They looked up from one another and at the big dog standing there, and with obviously quizzical looks from the two.

Was this some sort of a dirty joke from Gruff, the dog thought. He wasn't exactly super embarrassed but if the tiger had on a whim led him into the women's sauna instead...

"Excuse me," Max said as he turned around and almost collided with a playfully smiling Gruff.

"Is it all full over there?" asked the tiger.

Max gawked.

"There's...women!" he whispered.

The tiger rumbled.

"It's a free for all," Gruff said. "Come on."

Max followed the tiger, through the soupy steam that hung about them, fragrant and...wet. Eventually the cat seemed to come to a decision and settled onto a tiled bench and sprawled himself cosily.

"It's really nice, you'll love it!"

Max put his butt down and wondered if he had made a fool of himself, or come across as a peeping tom. The tiger seemed unaffected.

"Is this...normal?" he asked.

"Of course it is," Gruff said. "Why, you think this is like a special occasion for the holidays?"

"It's not like this in the US..." Max said. He couldn't decide where to look!

The tiger simply rumbled. He sounded pleased.

"Enjoy it for all it's worth then," said the tummy-scratching cat. "When in Rome..."

"I didn't know this is a Roman sauna," Max said.

"Heheh," Gruff chuckled. "More like Turkish, I'd imagine, but I know it's warm and wet and pleasant."

"It sure is," Max said.

"I bet you'll enjoy something wet down your throat once we're through sweating," Gruff mused.

Now Max was pretty sure that the tiger had said that just to rile him up. It sounded much too rude to be just a casual turn of phrase, and even the tiger probably wasn't dirty enough to let such things come out as a Freudian slip. Max would not be fooled by the seemingly innocently luxuriating cat sitting next to him.

"Sure," Max replied. "Are you gonna take me to that Irish sports bar?"

"It's meant to be a Boston themed sports bar, I understand."

"Is it?" Max questioned. "I don't think I caught that."

"Well it is...our understanding of how it would look like, I guess," Gruff said. "But we are weird foreigners, after all."

Max chuckled.

"And I'm the foreigner here..." the dog said.

"But you fit right in!" the tiger said. "You look really relaxed here."

Max flicked his ears through the thick water vapor.

"Well here I don't have to keep diving for the floor whenever they add more heat," Max chortled. "I think this suits me better."

"Hahah," the tiger laughed, without ridicule in his voice. "That can definitely take some time getting used to."

"I don't think my week here is going to be enough for that," Max snorted.

"Hmm..." the tiger pursed his lips. "Maybe not. I suppose you're used to different kind of saunas..."

Gruff winked. Max gave him a curious look-.

"But I think they're called baths where you come from..." the tiger said.

Max cleared his throat.

"They did call them saunas in the UK..."

Quite the revelation, thought Max, but the tiger took it all in good humor.

"I think it's appropriate that we're in a Turkish bath then," the tiger chuckled.

Such an easy laugh, Max thought. He wasn't easily impressed, but this tiger certainly filled all the expectations, whatever they might be. Max hadn't put too much thought into the character of the tiger that was Gruff, considering he was just a distant figure, sitting somewhere in front of a computer and doing his thing there. Max had certainly never imagined that he would encounter the tiger in question.

"Hahah, it is," Max rumbled.

They sat in the steamy bath for some time, not saying much, not until Gruff spoke up.

"I think those girls you talked to really like you," the tiger said.

"Whut?" Max asked, almost groggy. He barely remembered his somewhat flustery encounter with the vixen and the bear when he'd thought that the tiger had tricked him before.

Gruff grinned and leaned close to the pit bull's ear so that the others in the sauna would not hear what he said.

"The foxy girl said you looked well hung," whispered the tiger.

Max's ears flapped.

"You for real?"

"It sounded like they knew what they like," the tiger said before leaning back and purr-grinning.

Max rumbled.

Damn foreigners speaking in tongues he couldn't understand. For all he knew the girls could've just been complaining about the heat and not comment about the size of Max's...

He glanced at the tiger, and saw that the striped fellow was still smirking.

*

Tje rest of the bath was uneventful, just like the shower that followed, without any further distractions. Gruff managed to appear rather steamy in a white, thick bathrobe he put on from his own locker, while Max opened his own to find his clothes from within. Max noted that the tiger appeared by his side as soon as he was clad in the robe.

"Don't you have your clothes in there?" he looked at the tiger.

"Oh, I just walked like this from the room," the tiger grinned. "I find it convenient."

"With nothing under?" Max glanced at the tiger, up and down.

"My swim suit, which you have seen," the tiger chuckled.

"Hmmm, yes I have..."

"So how about that drink?" Gruff asked.

"Without our clothes on?" Max asked with a smirk.

The tiger's tail swished from under his robe and snapped Max's calf damply.

"How much time do you need for gussying up?" Gruff asked. "Half an hour? Forty-five minutes?"

The tiger sure sounded eager, Max thought.

"Eh...I'm not big on...gussying up, I guess, so half an hour sounds good," Max nodded. "Where are we gonna meet up?"

"How about in reception, by the main doors?" Gruff proposed. "There's some big leather arm chairs there."

"I know that spot," Max said. "Sounds good to me."

"Splendid!" said the tiger. "Fantastic. I shall see you there in half an hour, then! Now I must dash!"

The tiger disappear with a swap of his tail.

Guess he needs more time for getting pretty, the pit bull thought.

*

Max appeared in the reception hall about 25 minutes since their mark, which meant he still had some time to spare. The tan-furred dog had dressed up in a pair of comfortable jeans and a shirt he liked, a dark blue that he thought gave his fur a nice contrast. He'd also put on a bit of cologne and combed his head furs, and smoothed himself out to the best of his ability. He didn't want to appear he was too eager...let alone, to look like he was one of the guys who spent much too much time tending to their looks. He was sure that he would do. The tiger had already seen him naked, anyway, there was really no imperfections that Max could hope to hide anymore. Gruff could still imagine them in place either way.

One of the big armchairs was unoccupied, but Max didn't sit down. The chair looked so comfortable that he feared he might just get down and not want to get up again. The rumbled at the thought, but even more at the number of all too giggling, sunglasses and winter jackets-wearing furs coming through the front doors, chattering in Finnish and looking like they'd obviously just had the time of their lives on the ski slopes. Max thought that he was probably a bit biased on that regard due to his own experiences earlier that day.

Humph!

"Oh there you are!"

That was certainly someone of tiger variety, thought Max, as he turned about to meet the arriving cat. Gruff was dressed neatly and casually, in pants and a shirt and did not look too preened, although he was certainly not messy either. A pince nez was propped over his muzzle and provided the main difference in his appearance to how he had looked like in the pool.

"Hello!" Max greeted.

The tiger offered his paw again and they shook them briefly, despite their earlier acknowledgements.

"A very nice afternoon it will be, I hope!" Gruff enthused. "Though evening, really, it's getting dark out there!"

Max glanced through the glass doors leading into the reception.

"Ah...yes...your weird seasons again."

"Exactly!" the tiger said. "But I bet you are thirsty now...unless you already snuck in for one."

"No," Max said. "I've saved all up for you!"

"Wonderful," the tiger murmured. "Shall we now?"

"Of course," said Max.

"This way, then!" the tiger said.

The pit bull left to follow the tiger, but much to his surprise, the cat did not head towards the sports bar or the hotel's main restaurant. Instead they moved into another corridor, leading to the opposite direction.

"Is there a restaurant here as well?" Max asked. "Or a bar?"

"In a manner of speaking," the tiger announced. "Stairs up from the right, here..."

They scaled up to the next floor and headed down yet another, even longer corridor. It looked like the one where Max's own room was located, though slightly newer in comparison. Maybe they had entered another wing of the hotel. The transformation felt a bit jarring. As they put even more yards of the long corridor behind them, a thought dawned on the dog.

"Ahem...are we going to your room?" the older male asked from the younger tiger.

"In a manner of speaking," Gruff said, with a grin.

Max flicked an ear at him.

"I understood we were going to have a drink," he mused, though did not sound particularly concerned.

"We are!" the tiger replied. "I have simply decided on a somewhat more intimate venue for it, than the sports bar or the restaurant."

"Well I must say I can't wait to see now," the pit bull said.

It took them about a further minute along the winding corridor, before Gruff came to a stop in front of a door and took out his key card.

"Make yourself comfortable!" the tiger said.

It was more like a small apartment than a hotel room, Max thought, once he stepped in. A combined living room and a well-equipped kitchen, with a table to seat four more than comfortably, large windows looking out to the forested darkness of the woods beyond the hotel premises, and doors leading into rooms beyond.

"Is this a hotel within a hotel?" Max asked.

Gruff chuckled.

"It's a holiday apartment they sell to people with too much money," the tiger said.

Max gave him a look that the tiger interpreted right away.

"No, no," Gruff chuckled. "Just renting it for the week. I don't make quite the sort of money that I'd prefer to invest it in something as frivolous as this."

"It's nice though..." said Max. "Looks like you could fit a whole family in here."

"It sleeps four...plus a cot, I understand, but you have to pay extra for lending it."

Max chuckled.

"Planning to have a lot of sleepover guests, then?"

Gruff chuffed.

"That remains to be seen..." the swingy-tailed tiger replied.

Before Max had the time to say something fun in response, there was a knock on the door.

"Ah, right on time!" Gruff declared.

Now Max got it.

"The rest of the guests?" he suggested.

"Heheh," the tiger winked on his way to the door.

It was not a guest, but a uniformed member of the hotel staff, a fox, pushing a cart.

"Hyvää päivää. Teidän huoneistoonne oli tilattu ruoka kahdelle."

"Kyllä, kiitos!"

"Kuittaatteko tähän, niin laitetaan sitten pöytään?"

"Selvä juttu!"

Max let the tiger and the fox speak in their bizarre Elvish language, while Gruff signed for the food on a small electronic pad before letting the fox in. Max could smell food, and it was something delicious, too.

"I hope you don't mind that I ordered in something to eat as well," Gruff told the pit bull. "I don't like drinking on an empty stomach."

"Well I certainly don't mind a bite to eat," Max said, "you do keep on surprising, do you?"

"I try," Gruff murmured. "As much as I can."

"Consider me surprised."

"Let's sit down and give him some space to do his job, shall we?"

"By all means."

They moved over to sit on the slick white couch while the fox pushed his cart into the room and began to unload its contents onto the table that awaited.

"Is it gonna be something very fancy?" Max asked.

"Let me ask him," Gruff replied, "anteeksi, voisitteko ystävälleni englanniksi kertoa, mitä on tarjolla?"

"Tottakai," said the fox. "Sou, ve häv hiör a tradishönol Finis menyy for juu, vit reindiir and potato and some linkonberi, some fraid cabidsh, söm juniper..änd söm ais kreem för desert."

Gruff turned to look at Max, whose face was puzzled as ever.

"I think I might need a bit of practice with Finnish accents, too," Max said.

"Juu vant mii to spiik laik dis too?" Gruff said.

Max grimaced.

"Can you really turn it on and off like that?" he asked.

"I can," the tiger said.

"Can the others?"

"I doubt it," the tiger said. "But it'd be hilarious if they kept putting that accent up just for the benefit of the foreigners."

"You'd be worse than the Germans then," Max huffed. "Or the French."

"Oui," said the tiger. "Or...shall we say...'Jawohl'?"

"Show-off, too, I see," said Max.

"Hmmm," Gruff nodded.

"Ruoka on nyt valmiina," the fox gargled. "Laitoin jäätelön jääkaapin kylmälokeroon, niin sieltä voitte ottaa sitten kun haluatte."

"Hienoa, kiitos paljon!"

"Hyvää ruokahalua," said the smiling fox, "häv ö veri nais dinner, söör."

"Thanks," Max rumbled.

"Oh you'll love this!" Gruff clapped his paws together as he got up. "I don't suppose you've had reindeer before."

"Reindeer?" asked Max, on his way to the table. "Are you kidding?"

"By no means," said Gruff. "It's what we love to eat."

The tiger sat down in front of a plate very well appointed with steaming hot food. Max found his own on the other side, opposite to the tiger. There was a white candle burning between them, and several bottles lined up and just waiting to be popped open. The disappearance of the fox out of the door meant that they were also alone to enjoy it all.

"Wow..." said Max, looking at everything that was on the offer.

"I think this is a much better way to spend my hard-earned coins than, say, buying one of these apartments," said the tiger.

"I think I should agree," said Max. The food did look delicious.

"I hope you haven't eaten yet," Gruff said. "It might be a bit much for just me."

"Not since breakfast," Max said, "I thought I'd be spending a lot more time on the slopes but..."

The hiss and pop and click of the tiger opening one of the bottles made him stop.

"I want to hear all about it," Gruff said as he poured the foaming drink into two glasses.

*

And talk they did. Max got to dwell on his experiences in Finland so far, and a few choice details from his European grand tour, all the while they enjoyed the food and drink. The meat was delicious enough that Max didn't even feel bad that he was eating Santa's best helper on his plate. The tiger certainly didn't seem to have such qualms, but forked it up with glee, and washed it all down with gulps of the fizzy stuff he drank instead of the wine Max enjoyed in his own glass.

"Helps with the digestion," Gruff explained.

"Or you're just trying to get me drunk," Max pointed out.

"Where's the fun in that?" the tiger snickered. "Besides, a big guy like...it's not like you'd end up pissing drunk from that much wine."

"Probably not," Max conceded.

"This stuff has alcohol in it, too," Gruff pointed at his glass, with the cloudy, fizzy drink in it. "I'm starting to feel quite nice and warm."

"Hear, hear," the pit bull smiled.

Gruff picked up his glass and held it in toast.

"For...adventures," he said, "in time, space and...Finland!"

"Definitely," Max smiled. "For adventures."

They chinked glasses, and drank on that thought.

"Hope you'll leave room for the dessert," Gruff said. "A Nordic treat of vanilla ice cream, cloudberry sorbet, cranberry sauce and some white chocolate. Enjoyed with coffee and brandy, of course."

Max huffed.

"My poor waistline," the pit bull rumbled.

"It didn't look very poor the last time I saw it," Gruff mused. "Nice tight musclegut if I ever saw one..."

Max cleared his throat.

"Well...you did see it..." he mused, though his cheeks did have the good grace of warming a little. "I hope it wasn't too traumatizing."

The tiger winked.

"There was only one problem I could think of," Gruff said.

"Like what?" Max asked. "My love handles?"

"Hmmmnooooo," the tiger murmured.

"Hah, right," Max chortled in amusement.

"i think the problem was..." the tiger folded his paws evilly, over the table, "...that I saw it for a period of time that was much too brief for pleasure."

The smirk that followed that decisively flirty, and made Max grin as well.

"That so?" the dog stated.

"I do think so, yes," the tiger nodded, with his ears flicking alongside. "Handsome daddy doggie."

Max rumbled with pleasure.

"Now you're just flirting with me," the pit bull said.

"Not my most subtle of pickup lines, but hopefully it works," the tiger said.

"I've heard worse," said Max, as he grabbed his glass of wine.

"Even worse than in some of my stories?" Gruff suggested.

"Hmm...one certainly stands out, if I think about it," Max said. "It went something like... 'you can take a shit on my chest if you like', I think was the wording."

Even the tiger seemed taken aback.

"Well...that one I did not write, for sure," Gruff said.

Max grumbled.

"Yeah, that was...interesting."

"I am all in for people being open about their sexual desires, of course, but...that's really not my thing," Gruff said.

"Mine neither," Max shook his head.

"I wonder if I could figure out your thing..." the tiger tilted his head.

Max chuckled.

"That wouldn't be fair," he said.

"Why not?" the tiger asked.

Max winked.

"You've seen which stories I've faved on your profile," the dog said. "You have an undue advantage in this."

The tiger snickered.

"Perhaps I should fetch my bondage gear, then?" he stated. "Nice leather harness, cuffs, a collar, maybe..."

Max couldn't help but imagine the tiger in the buff, except for the aforementioned accessories decorating his body. He didn't even feel guilty about the idea making his sheath swell up, considering that it was due to the tiger's very own deliberate teasing on the matter.

"Did you pack some?" he asked.

"I may have to ask reception to bring them in," Gruff smirked.

Max laughed roughly.

"That'd be some good service," he said. "Hahah."

"So..." the tiger flicked an ear thoughtfully, "when you're done eating...should we go on for the dessert or maybe...take a little breather to let all the food settle?"

The dog grinned at the tiger's bold offer.

"That kind of...relaxing might get our stomachs churning, if we're not careful," he said.

"I have an idea," the tiger said.

"Why am I not surprised?" Max mused.

The food was done, and upon Gruff's suggestion the plates and cutlery were left unceremoniously onto the table. After that the tiger proposed for the pit bull to take onto the couch, which he gladly did. He expected the tiger to join him right away, but the cat was moving about the room instead.

"Looking for something?" the pit bull asked.

"This..."

Gruff snapped a switch on the wall and turned off most of the lights. The glow of lamps outside came through the windows and cast their own gentle illumination into the room.

"Need to set the mood," the tiger winked.

"I like it," Max said.

"It's only missing a roaring fire, but these apartments don't have fireplaces."

"I think I can live with that."

"I'll have to pop by te bedroom."

"Sure," said Max, as he adjusted himself on the couch.

He was starting to feel excited about the prospect of some quality time with the tiger, but did not want to get too hot too quickly. Instead he concentrated on the nice feelings of his stomach being full and the comforts of the room.

"Here we are..." came the tiger's voice.

Max almost expected Gruff to appear in some leather BDSM getup, but instead he entered the room carrying a small bottle.

"Some single malt ought to do, I hope?"

"Oh, hell yeah!" the dog barked out.

Gruff put the bottle onto the table and returned from a quick detour to the kitchen with glasses. He landed onto the couch next to the dog and smiled.

"Well..."

"Well..." Max mirrored the cat's sentiment.

"Shall I pour us?"

"Please," Max rumbled.

The tiger poured some whiskey from the small, squat bottle, and then handed a glass for Max as well.

"Any idea for a toast?" Gruff asked.

Max twirled the whiskey in his glass and enjoyed its scent rising to his nose.

"We already toasted for adventures..." the dog stated, "what's more exciting than that?"

"You tell me," the tiger rumbled.

"Hmmm..." Max tilted his glass, "friendship?"

"I'll drink for that," the tiger smiled.

They clinked glasses and sipped.

"Hmmmrrr..." Max rumbled," good stuff."

Gruff licked his lips.

"I'd say."

The night fell dark outside, but it was warm and cozy in the room. The alcohol might've had something to do with it, but Max was soon feeling quite tingly and good.

And even better, he didn't have to wonder who was supposed to make the first move, so to speak, since the tiger's paw landed on his thigh, warm and assertive.

"You were right earlier, I think," Gruff noted, when he felt the muscled thigh tense and then relax under his slowly rubbing pads.

"About what?" Max asked. The touch was starting to grow into a proper distraction, how the tiger's paw massaged his leg.

"About me knowing what you like," Gruff's voice was a soft murmur.

"Hmmmm..." the dog rumbled," But I don't know what you like..."

The tiger wet his lips.

"Perhaps I'll have to show you, then," Gruff smiled.

Max chuckled, a deep, nice, rumbling noise if there ever was one, decisively sensual.

"Gonna teach me, master?" he stated. His own smile was much more crooked than that of the cat.

The tiger winked, and let his paw slide higher up towards the pit bull's groin, the warmth he surely knew was gathering there.

"Is that how you want to play?" Gruff asked.

Touchdown.

His fingers found hefty balls and a sturdy erection, covered in cloth and throbbing under his touch. Max let out an appreciate grumble at the feel. His tail wagged onto the sofa.

"As long as you'll like it," said the pit bull, "and that we will play..."

He chuckled, and it was a throaty, rough sound.

"...because if we stopped now, you'd be leaving me pretty fucking hot and bothered..."

Now the tiger laughed, and accompanied that with a rumble, a purr, and a fondle of the pit bull's prominent package to match. Max lifted his butt to tilt his hips into the touch, and found it grow even more delicious.

"I'd never do that to daddy dawwwwg..." the tiger drawled the final word with a smirk.

"Hmmmrrr..." Max grumbled, "I know you're a big tease, though..."

Now the tiger spared another paw and targeted the nub of a nipple he could quite easily see through the fabric of Max's shirt. The pinch and a twist almost made the dog bark.

"Only when I know it leads to maximum enjoyment," the tiger flashed his teeth. "Besides, remember that you've been teasing me ever since you decided to climb into that jacuzzi..."

Max chortled.

"I didn't know I was gonna get groped by a Gruff in a few hours when I did!" he defended himself rather cheekily. He just wanted to get his own paws at the tiger already, see what buttons the tiger had to push!

"What can I say...maybe I can't help it when I see a sexy stud like you within paw's reach," Gruff mused. "Especially since you already showed me the goodies..."

Max snuffled.

"Is that why you took me to the exhibitionist sauna?" Max asked.

"The steam does make it a bit easier to oggle without getting too much attention," Gruff said.

"Of course you'd think about something like that!" the pit bull grinned.

"That's me!"

"Humph," Max grumbled.

The tiger flicked a cheerful ear at him.

"Aren't you gonna kiss me, daddy dog?" the tiger pronounced the word properly now.

"You want me to?" Max asked.

"I think it's a good way to get started."

After that statement, neither of them tried to think of something sassy or smart to say. The pit bull's muzzle fit nicely against the tiger's, and the kiss was relaxed, whiskey-flavored, suitably wet, and erotic. Max's tongue was bigger than Gruff's, but the feline tongue seemed to have more texture to it, he noted.

The tiger wasn't shy on using it, to explore within Max's muzzle. His paws were playful and mobile, ready to catch a bulge there or a nipple here, and Max found himself panting softly after only a few minutes of the action. At least he got a paw onto the tiger's very own erection, and massaged it through the cat's pants to see just how sensitive the infamous cat might be. The tiger's fondling fingers made Max's own bone hard and throbbing alright, and Gruff didn't feel like he was any worse off. Perhaps he was also making a mess in his pants. Max rumbled happily at the thought. Big barbed tiger-cock, spurting pre-cum and wanting to be put into places.

"Someone knows how to kiss," Gruff said.

"This..." Max squeezed on the tiger's bulge, "seems to agree."

The tiger smirked.

"Are you ready to head to somewhere a bit more comfortable?"

Max tilted his head, closer to the cat's muzzle, but not to make their whiskers collide.

"Like they say back where I come from...wine me...dine me...sixty-nine me..."

The tiger's ears perked and he chuffled.

"Really now!" he snickered. It was almost like a giggle.

"Hmmm..." rumbled the dog.

"'Sit on my face and tell me that you love me...' " recited the cat.

"Maybe later," Max winked.

"Knew you'd get it," Gruff elbowed him.

"So which way's the bedroom in this mini mansion of yours?" Max questioned.

"Just follow my tail," the tiger tickled it against the pit bull's leg.

Max grabbed the tail in question and gave it a tug. The tiger just purred.

"Rrrrr...just like that."

They stumbled through the nearly dark apartment and into the bedroom in question, where the pair of them landed onto the bed. Gruff snapped on a little lamp over the bed, but otherwise the room remained unlit.

"I think this will do," Gruff said, rolling to his back.

Max planted himself on top of the tiger, hips flush with the cat's while his paws supported most of his weight. The tiger did not appear to mind being pinned by a doggie dad, though...smiling and purring.

"Yeppers," the pit bull said.

"Show me some of your American tricks, then, big boy," the Finnish feline grinned.

Max kissed the cheeky cat first before applying similarly wet, hot slurps onto the striped fellow's neck in turn. The rumbling cat below him sounded he was enjoying it, especially once his paws landed on the dog's back and began to stroke him affectionately.

"Hhmmmmrrrr..."

The dog could feel the cat's purrs through the contact of his lips on Gruff's throat. Moving down, that same sensation travelled upon the tiger's chest. It sounded as much as it felt pleasurable, and Max felt that like this he could enjoy a part of it himself.

"Let me make you feel good," Max murmured into the still, warm air of the room. "You deserve it after all the times you've gotten me off...even remotely so..."

Gruff laughed heartily at that.

"Remote sex...the future of intercourse!"

Max snickered.

"If you make me laugh more, I'll have to stop doing this," the pit bull said.

Gruff rubbed a paw along the dog's spine.

"I'll promise to be quiet now...mostly."

"And I..." Max rumbled, "will try to make you noisy..."

"Hmm...challenge accepted!" the tiger said ever so sweetly.

Max nuzzled the cat's cheeks and then he moved lower down again. The tiger had been eager to tease his nipples before, which gave Max the inspiration to reciprocate such action on the cat himself. He attacked the nubs in question, shirt-covered, or not, and heard pleased rumbles as his reward.

The buttons had to go.

"Hmm..."

The pit bull kissed down along the tiger's chest and belly,whenever a new patch was revealed once he flicked a button open. The purrs intensified, the lower he went along the trail he made with his lips. Max found aroused musk that attracted his attention, to nuzzle the bulge he found.

"Doggie wanna play?"

Max chortled, hot air and a rumble.

"You know he does," he said. It felt funny to talk about himself in the third person, but it seemed appropriate for the occasion.

"Get some candy then," the tiger made kissy lips at him.

Max wondered if this was how Gruff was like when drunk. He found it rather amusing.

The zipper was the next thing to go.

"I guess it's time to see the dick that has inspired all those stories, huh?" the dog grinned.

Gruff chuckled.

"You think it's my dick that writes them?" he said. "That'd be handy!"

The dog snuffled. The following intake of breath brought even more delicious musk into his nose.

"Well at least it has to be hard when you do, right?"

"It helps..." the tiger murmured.

"Lift your ass for me."

Gruff nudged the dog's shoulder with his tail while he did as he was told, to let Max slide the tiger's neat pants off him. It left a sexy, spontaneous image of the cat, pants around his knees and with his underwear on display. Expensive, Max could tell, the kind that was meant to be seen rather than hidden from view.

"Sexy," Max opined.

"I like to indulge myself every now and then."

Max kissed the bulge loudly before he tugged the boxers down and exposed the treats to the world.

"Hmmm...thick," the pit declared.

He nudged the dick in question with his nosepad and enjoyed the resulting hiss.

"Well worth inspiration..." Max murmured.

He gripped the plump shaft into his paw and began to lap on the juncture of the dick and the sheath.

"Hmmmmmrrrr..."

The purr was an encouragement, and made the big dog use his tongue to its full extent. Gruff was already fully hard, so he didn't have to try to get him out of his sheath. He could concentrate on just enjoying what he got there, stroking, licking, tasting the tip of the tiger's cock.

Giving head was a particular kind of a pleasure for Max. He knew that while it might've looked like it was a submissive act, to put someone's cock in his muzzle, he knew that in fact he was the one who was in charge, to make the tiger rumble and that tail dance across the bedsheets. The deep flavor of the meaty shaft only added to the pleasure of giving back a little to the tiger in question on the bed.

"Like it?" the tiger asked.

Max let it pop from his muzzle and went on to nuzzle the tiger's shaft playfully against a cheek while he looked up to the cat with a smirk.

"It feels really good," the dog rumbled. "Can't wait to have it in my ass."

"Is that your plan?" Gruff sounded amused.

Max flicked his tongue out of the corner of his muzzle to tease at the very same cock in question. The tiger sighed.

"Yep!" the dog rumbled sloppily.

"I can live with that," Gruff said.

Max managed to bob his muzzle up and down on the tiger's delicious shaft for only a minute or so before the cat stopped him with a quick command.

"Hmmm...not yet."

"Thinking I wanted a mouthful?" Max grinned.

"It seemed a possibility," Gruff said, "but right now I'd prefer a taste of my own, you know."

Max felt his own cock twitch at the implications.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Anything you like."

Gruff purred resonantly.

"I think someone mentioned a 69 before."

Max grinned.

"Hell yeah."

"Get that daddy body out of those clothes and climb on in," Gruff chuckled. "I bet I'm gonna enjoy the view."

Max shuffled off the bed and wasted no time in stripping off. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to make a show of it, but the cat's lusty eyes and his constant erection made him want to hurry. He hadn't joked about how eager he was to get down and dirty with the tiger.

"Hmmm...even better than before..." Gruff commented once more of the tan-colored fur was revealed.

"You gonna flatter me again?" Max asked, undoing his belt.

"I never thought you were such a coy thing," Gruff said.

"It's a pretty unusual situation," Max admitted in a rumble.

"Well you certainly have nothing to worry about," the tiger grinned.

Gruff took the opportunity to shuck away his own clothes as well, since for quite some time now they'd simply been on the way. He just about had the time to sprawl himself back onto the bed in all his striped glory before Max returned to the fold, in the buff and ready to go.

"Let's see it," the tiger announced.

He laid down comfortably, and made his intentions clear. Max settled onto all fours on the bed and then moved forward before making the slightly awkward turn to present himself for the tiger. He didn't want to risk kneeing the tiger's head when all he really wanted was to settle over the cat in the hopes of accomplishing the act that the tiger had promised before.

"Hmm...wouldn't think you just bathed..." commented the Gruff from between the pit bull's legs down, "nice 'n musky..."

Max rumbled when he felt the tiger's pads against his inner thighs, all so close to his dangling balls and the swollen sheath. His own eyes lingered on the sight of the tiger's own package that had not lost any of its own firmness during the little lull in activity.

"It's clean," the dog assured the cat, just in case.

One padded paw clapped onto the pit bull's rump and the other tugged on the dog's nuts.

"I had no doubts."

Max moaned when the tiger's lips plastered themselves against the pit bull's balls. The cat underneath him lapped at the dog's sac eagerly and made the large nuts jingle in their soon to be wet sac. Max's tail wagged happily at the sensation. The tongue was doing some very interesting things, and he knew it was only the start.

The stud dog leaned down so that he could get to his own treats in turn. He believed in giving as much as receiving. Gruff's idea of a 70 minus 1 was certainly a perfect way to accomplish that pleasurable exchange. Max decided to give the tiger some reach-around by licking at Gruff's balls. The tiger's purrs vibrated upon the pit bull's big nuts in pleasure and encouraged the dog to further slather at the tiger's fuzzy nads.

The rumbling pair wasn't going to be satisfied with some ball licking. Gruff had a thick canine dick right in front of his face, and the pit bull was quick to take his own opportunity and return to sucking the tiger's leaky shaft.

The activity was heady got relaxed, made for pleasure's sake, and hence there was no need for hurry or grand gestures. Both were content to just enjoy each other's bodies, whether it was by slurping on a cock or groping a muscled daddy-ass under his paws. It didn't go unnoticed for Max that such attention was being paid to his rear but it was certainly what he wanted. Fingers fondled his ass cheeks and dug onto the firm muscles that reveled in the attention they received from such playful paws. Max had to be careful with his tail so as not to swipe at the tiger with it. It wasn't an easy thing to accomplish, considering how the tiger's own tongue made love to the blunted tip of the dog's dick. The way it slid repeatedly over the opening of his piss slit was almost intolerable, in how sensitive it made him feel. The tugging, teasing paws were not making it in any way easier, not to mention the fingers that just kept passing along his taint and stroking about the pit bull's tailhole, too.

The tiger surely knew what kind of an itch he was causing with all that...and spoke it up as well.

"I know what I want to do now."

Max rolled over fully to his back and looked over to the tiger, tail wagging against the bed and with his tongue lolling out playfully.

"You gonna come and get it?" he smirked.

"And such a perfect position, too!" Gruff responded.

Max continued to wag, and remained where he was, since the tiger seemed to like it. Gruff's own tail swung about when he knelt on the bed and reached for the bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube.

"Don't say that comes with the room."

Gruff turned about and shuffled along the bed to plant himself between the pit bull's spread legs.

"it's good to have some available," the tiger commented. "I did do some writing in bed last night..."

Max barked out.

"Kinky."

Gruff gave the pit bull's rump a playful swat before he began to play with the lube instead. He had to squirt quite an amount onto his paw before he brought the fingers onto the dog's taint and started to rub them towards the furrow of his hole.

"What were you saying about my dick inspiring my writing..."

The tiger's finger play was considerate, firm, and sensual, much to the pleasure of the daddy doggie who got his rear stretched by the cat's digits. Max wasn't beyond wriggling his rump to the tune of the tiger's invasion, just to bring more pleasure and to help out to the tiger's play. It felt like Gruff wasn't just preparing him to take it, he was also intending to give as much pleasure as he could even from the simple act of applying ample lubrication.

"Just tell me when you're ready..." said the tiger.

"Get in me already!" Max grinned. "I was ready five minutes ago!"

"Tease!" the tiger snickered.

He slathered a palmful onto himself before he moved forward and gripped onto Max's hips.

"Gonna do it nice and slow, big guy," the cat announced. "Missionary style...even if you're a doggie..."

"I'm a freestyle kind of a guy," Max grinned, feeling the tiger nudge himself into place. "I like it as long as it's gonna go in there and do its business."

"You know what it's gonna do, daddy dawg."

The tiger hunched forward, and with that, into the pit bull as well. Max bit his teeth together.

"Grr..."

"Need me to slow down?" the tiger questioned, mischievously, feeling the dog's insides clench on him.

"You might not be a horse but...hmmmmrr..." Max closed his eyes and let himself adjust to the feeling of being taken.

"It's just how you use it," the tiger hissed, face to face with his fan now, and balls deep, with another quick thrust.

The dog's hole wrapped itself around the tiger's shaft. Warm balls nuzzled against Max's own, and made his fully knotted cock throb between their bodies.

"Hmmmr...use that hole..."

The tiger let out a rather breathy chuckle, hearing that, and looked down to the pit bull's eyes.

"Someone's being dirty," he licked his lips.

Max gave the tiger a very intimate squeeze. The tiger returned it by a little back and forth movement of himself, rubbing the walls of the pit bull's tunnel with his numerous barbs in the process. Max sighed again.

"Hmmm..."

Gruff leaned in for a kiss, and made his tongue another instrument of pleasure in their encounter, especially now that he rocked his hips properly and set up an easy rhythm of thrusting in and out of the pit bull's well-receptive rump. The bedsprings assisted in the fluid movement of their bodies, both taking as much part in the act as they could, with their respective position. The tiger pumped away, and Max, with his legs wrapped around Gruff's waist, used his hips to drive himself back against every thrust that spread his rear.

The sweat that ensued was something Max preferred to the kind the sauna had produced, especially since this method of getting musky was much more entertaining in the dog's mind. The Finns could have their sauna all to themselves - especially if these strange Nordic people were also this eager in the sack. Maybe there was even a connection, he'd think, but not at the moment while he took it in the ass from the tiger writer.

Hot saunas, hot blood.

The sex wasn't just hard pounding, much to Max's delight. The tiger's body rubbed all over him, and the cat could even spare his paws at times to grab, grope and stroke, wherever he wanted. Max mostly kept his own paws on the tiger's sides, for leverage, and because he liked how the muscles on the tiger's back felt when he fucked the pit bull energetically.

"Hhmmmmrrr...do it like that..." Max commended the tiger.

"Heh," grinned the breathless tiger, mid-thrust and all, "I like guys who know what they're doing..."

"Dit...toh...!" the pit bull agreed.

Gruff kissed the dog again. His hips were starting to make a proper slapping noise whenever they landed against Max's rump. it was obvious that he was ramping up the speed with which his thick shaft stroked its barbed way through the dog's clenching rear.

"Do you...get off like this?" panted the tiger.

"Not...hhhh..usually..." Max admitted.

The tiger began to tilt his hips, to put even more pressure onto the pit bull's prostate with every thrust.

"Jerk yourself off," Gruff hissed. "Let's...hhh...nnghhh...make this a good one..."

"Hell yeahhhh..." slurred the dog.

Gruff leaned back and continued to pound the dog, now in a proper, studly position, perched on his knees and holding onto Max's hips while he pulled the dog onto himself while he continued to hump the pleasantly tight hole. The sight of the tan muscle-gutted dog grabbing his meat and starting to stroke it only added to his resolve to bring a maximum amount of pleasure for the dog as well.

The tiger's casual dominance felt wonderfully arousing for Max. The cat showed that he was in control, yet he did not need to manhandle the dog to do it. He simply did his thing, and guided the pit bull through it as well.

By now they'd been having sex for quite some time, and Max felt no surprise for the fact that he was approaching his climax. the stroking inside him, the bump of hips, and the practiced masturbation that now made an important part of an intense encounter with a partner as well. It also appeared to be a turn-on for the tiger, who watched how Max's big paw did the five-fingered shuffle along his shaft.

Max grinned to himself.

"Pound daddy's hole, son."

The younger tiger's grin was toothy, and definitely erotically charged. His paws on Max's beefy thighs tightened their grin.

"Aalmost there..."

"Don't have to tell mmmmeeee..."

Their banter degenerated into growls and huffs when the true final stretch became imminent. they allowed themselves to be immersed in the heat and musk of the moment, bodies rocking together with intent.

Max got there first, but only just. His pearly spurts flew into the air and onto his chest moments before the tiger jammed himself all the way in and just let himself remain all the way inside his partner. His claws dug onto the pit bull's fleshy sides and sent sparks of near-pain that made the dog bark out in added pleasure. The tiger spent himself thoroughly, and ended up panting in Max's arms, once he was done.

They grinned, nuzzled, kissed and fondled each other some more.

"You know..." Max said.

"Yeah?"

"You still have your glasses on," Max noted.

"Oh...hahah," chuckled the tiger.

"How do you do that?" Max nudged the tiger's muzzle with his own.

He received a lick for that.

"With style," Gruff winked.

Max rumbled at that. Gruff rubbed the dog's muscle-gut and grinned.

"I think we're gonna need a shower," he noted. His fingers had streaks of cum on them, and he showed that by flicking said digits in front of the dog's eyes.

"Is your shower big enough for two?" Max's eyes glinted.

"Sure it is!" Gruff stated. "With the sauna and all."

Max flicked his ears curiously.

"You have your own sauna here? Jesus Christ!"

Gruff smiled.

"I think I'm gonna turn it on so that I can teach you some more about the sauna," he said, "and after we've showered, I'm gonna finally make us some of that nice Finnish coffee, and we can have that ice cream and more drink."

"Sounds like you plan to keep me here for a while," Max said.

Gruff slipped out of the pit bull's rump and gave it a fond pat to remember by when he curled up to the dog's mostly un-spunked side.

"The holiday's only just begun, after all," the tiger purred.

*

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