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Hot, panting breath. Heart racing. Large, powerful muscles straining yet still full of energy. Golden eyes focused as if he were challenging a rival. The pure white wolf slammed his fists, legs, knees, and elbows into the dense heavy bag with precision. Sweat pouring down the curves of his muscles made his fur look like that of smooth pearls and soaked his plain, white t-shirt. His black shinguards, MMA gloves, and competition trunks accented his seemingly strong, powerful body. Of course, given there was a row of a few heavy bags lined up for anyone to use, Michael paid no mind if anyone happened to use the two adjacent to him. However, there was one individual at the far end in the corner that he caught in his peripheral. He swore he caught a glimpse of a noodley, green-striped tail, but he didn't want to lose focus on his grind. He finished up his round before getting a better look. "When the hell did you show up...?" He muttered to himself. He shook his head to get his focus back when he realized he was staring at this new person just a little too long. Whoever this was either must not have heard the round timer go off, they were doing their own thing, or they were too engrossed in their training. Despite his staring, the wolf got a better look at them during his rest period: Tiger. Pretty butch-looking. All-too-familiar grey-ish and cream-colored fur with green stripes. Brown hair in a right-parted side-shave. Ear and eyebrow piercings, and a noticeable naval piercing. Large, soft, jiggly bits barely contained in their tight, black and orange MMA trunks and sports bra. Even if their body had the typical, feminine features and curves, their muscles and face added a hint of masculinity, only making them all the more alluring. Michael took it all in, completely ignoring the buzzer that signaled the start of another round. "Yo! Mike!" A voice yelled, breaking him out of his trance. "You doing okay over there or what?" [i]"Fuck..."[/i] "Oh! Yeah, no! I'm good, Coach. Thank you." His coach, Tyson, gave him a concerned side-eye. Then he saw who Michael was entranced with and smiled back at him. Without a word, Coach Tyson pointed and nodded his antlers towards the direction of the large tiger woman, who seemed like they were trying to beat the hell out of the bag until they gassed themselves out. The wolf struggled to calm himself and decided to approach this familiar-looking stranger. Not wanting to interrupt their training, or stress relief from the looks of it, the white wolf tried to play it cool and leaned against the nearby wall. Yet the tiger seemed to finish up as soon as he stood behind them, which immediately made him nervous and flustered again. He didn't realize it, but he was probably standing as awkward as anyone would upon seeing such a beauty -- that and he gets easily flustered when it comes to tigers in general. The newcomer wiped their forehead with their fingertips and bent over to reach for their water bottle sitting on the ground nearby. Michael wasn't sure if they realized he was behind them, but having those large, strong buns encased in those shorts flashing right in front of him for a second didn't help ease his timidity. When they straightened themselves back up, that's when they noticed the timid wolf staring at them. "Wait...I know you," they said before taking a sip. "You're Michael, right?" It took him a second to register that the tiger was talking to him. "Oh! Y-Yes. Yep! That's me!?" He shuffled a bit nervously, not knowing what to do with his paws or arms. "You're Rickie, right?" "Mmhmm!" "Cool. Cool. Yeah, I noticed ya training over here while I was doing some drills. You were...really working that bag over." He suddenly became flushed at the thought of having the tiger work him over similarly, if not more brutally. "Yeaaaahhh...kinda get lost in myself sometimes, ya know?" She chuckled, scratching her neck. It was here Michael noticed she too was wearing her black and orange MMA gloves and shinguards. "It is a bit weird doing bag training with these than with my boxing gloves, but I don't mind." She shrugged. "Hehe, yeah it takes some getting used to I suppose," he replied. He felt more nervous than before the numerous competition meets and belt exams he's had over the years. "S-So, um, what brings you down to Chicago? Let alone here?" "Just visiting. Needed a little vacation from Madison. Looked up what gyms were nearby and this was the closest one. I've just been getting day passes here when I pop in because, well, obviously, hehe." "Fair. Fair." The two then chatted for a bit longer, even while the round timer was buzzing away at its set increments. Rickie casually mentioned her non-competitive interest in fighting sports and martial arts, how she's willing to try new ones, hone ones she already knows, and her kink lifestyle with that. Meanwhile, Michael wanted to keep going on and on about the many boxing and karate competitions he's won and lost, how he's been doing that his whole life, what he's learned, his struggles ranking up in the belt system, and how he's wanting to branch out into MMA in recent years to learn some grappling techniques. As overwhelming as this would be for Rickie, she took it in stride and saw just how cute he was lecturing about something he's passionate about. "Well, now you've got me curious," Rickie said after Michael's monologue. "You want to do a little sparring session in the cage over there? Show me what you got?" The wolf's ears perked up, his golden eyes widened with excitement. "Sure! Let me check with Coach and see if we can get a spot!" Not a second later, Michael darted over to Coach Tyson, bushy tail wagging and upright behind him. Rickie giggled and took a seat at the bench near her things to catch her breath after going just a little too long and hard on the bag. She waited a minute or so and noticed the wolf and the deer were still talking. Michael seemed to be pleading with his coach, to which the deer rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Look, Mike, I already told you you can't come in here after-hours unless I hire you," Tyson said, stomping a hoof in frustration. "And that's not happening anytime soon. Sorry." "Coach. With all due respect, you owe me, remember? I upgraded your work computer a while back because it kept crashing, remember?" Tyson let out a sigh and groaned. "Yes, I remember." "So I'm basically your IT guy now, right?" The deer grunted. "Not [i]officially,[/i] alright? Besides, I thought you were doing that as a favor." "Yes, but--" "Look! Fine, fine. Let me grab the keys then so you can have your little 'date'." Tyson went into the office in a huff and pulled out a spare set of keys from the desk. Rickie saw the whole exchange from where she sat. She thought about intervening but realized it was best not to do so between these two. She saw the tall deer come back and said something more to the wolf before handing him the keys, which Michael seemed to snatch them out of his hoof-hand. She noticed a look of immediate regret on Coach Tyson's face as Michael approached. "So...I take it you worked something out with your coach?" She asked as she stood up. "We're coming in after-hours since the waitlist for the cage is full today. Coach said we're allowed to use the gym so long as we clean up afterwards." "Fair enough. When do you want me to meet you here by?" "Around 11pm, tonight. Just be careful getting here; Chicago can be a bit of a doozy at night in some parts." "Trust me. I'm aware." "Good." Michael began packing up for the day, though noticed Rickie looking at the clock on the wall. "You gonna stay for a bit longer, I take it? Open Gym goes until 2pm today." "Yeah, was thinking that. Get my money's worth on that day pass, you know?" "Cool. See you tonight, then?" She nodded. "Oh! Wanna swap contacts with me really quick?" Michael already had his bag slung over his shoulder, itching to go. He obliged to her request, as he had not thought of swapping contact info himself. After all, like Coach Tyson said, they're going to have a "little date" tonight; it's only polite and practical. [center]* * *[/center] They agreed to meet back at the gym around 11pm, just like they agreed, though Rickie arrived just before the wolf. Michael unlocked the door and let her in first, being the gentlewolf that he is. In a way, Rickie liked the gym being so empty. She couldn't remember the last time she spent some alone time with someone in a place like this, or at all, for that matter; it was always at her's or someone's home or at a hotel or motel. She figured Michael was getting things set up for the night as she changed into the same gear she wore earlier that day. Once Michael got around to changing himself, they made their way to the cage. Seeing the young wolf in his gear sans t-shirt made her heart flutter in anticipation. He had the right amount of muscular thickness on his back and around his midsection that was arguably comparable to her own, though it's not surprising, given his background. She licked her lips and smirked at the eye candy as she followed him into the cage. Even his black trunks, while loose and not tight like hers, still showed his round ass [i]just[/i] enough to be a tease. Like before, Michael was a gentleman and held the cage door open for her. Though brief, he too got a moment of eye candy as she passed him, not that he already did when they first met earlier that day. He even caught a whiff of her scent too as he sniffled out of instinct: it smelled clean, slightly masculine, and part of him hopes she rubs all sorts of areas over his face during their spar. "You look...amazing, Rickie," Michael stammered as he closed the cage door. She chuckled. "You look...heh, honestly you look fucking hot," she blurted out, clearly blushing. He giggled and blushed as well. "Thank you." It was here Michael noticed the height difference between the two. "You know, I [i]do[/i] have a slightly longer reach than you," he teased. He tried to keep his paws from wandering too much, only keeping them around her strong, curvy waste. "You know, I [i]can[/i] topple you to the ground and pin ya," she teased back. A wandering paw found its way around the wolf's thick waist, then slowly slid downwards to grope a muscular butt cheek. "You're such a perv!" He exclaimed, jokingly. "I know." She suddenly kissed his lips and smacked his ass. She made her way to the opposite side of her opponent, bouncing on her toes and shaking out her arms to get her head in the game. Michael struggled to keep his focus from seeing her breasts and muscles jiggle as she warmed up. He hoped he wasn't poking out of his sheath under his trunks, though it did feel like he was. "So! You mentioned doing they typical 3, 2-minute rounds with a 1-minute rest period? Still wanna do that, or you wanna just go at it until we're both too tired and horny?" "I prefer a more structured sparring session if that's okay," he said as he got the round timer set up. It sat just outside the cage so he could start it from inside. "Fair enough." Rickie got in her usual fighting stance as Michael pushed the [i]"Start/Pause"[/i] button on the round timer. There was a brief, 3-second countdown before the buzzer went off to start the first round. As this was supposed to be a friendly spar, both fighters slowly approached each other with their guards up. Circling each other. Trying to predict what the other would do. Nothing too crazy right off the bat. The first 20 seconds or so consisted of them throwing seemingly random punches and kicks at each other, to which the other defended or dodged accordingly. "Com'on, kitten! I thought you were more ferocious than this!" The white wolf teased as he threw another test jab at her, albeit harder than during the opening seconds. The punch smacked her arm as she blocked it, though she did feel its force. She wanted to quip back but remained silent so she could focus to try and find an opening. And as if she called it, said opening presented itself. Michael feigned a kick to her head, but spun around and threw a heel kick to her body. Even though Rickie fell for the fake headshot, she was quick enough to catch the wolf's leg when he came back around. Immediately she countered with several low kicks at his upright leg, right into the meat of his thigh, before throwing his other leg away. The wolf stumbled, stunned for a brief moment on what just happened. "You were saying?" She teased, smirking at him, getting her guard back up. The wolf got his guard back up as well. Panting, sweating, dazed from having what he considered a "kill shot" getting [i]caught[/i] like that! Even with the shinguards on, those kicks to his right thigh stung and left a good aftertaste of pain. Clearly, she is not to be underestimated. The remaining minute of the round consisted much of the same as before with them feeling each other out, albeit Michael was [i]much[/i] more careful of throwing any high or middle kicks and focused more on lows. Even if this was still a test round of sorts, both of them were left panting and sweating by the time the buzzer went off to signal the end of the round. Both of them went back to their respective corners to pop their mouthguards out and rest up before the next round. A few seconds of silent panting passed by before Michael spoke. "Ya know, you hit pretty hard for a girl." "Heh, thanks wuffy," Rickie replied between panting breaths, wiping her face with her towel. "Still...you're not as strong as me," he said, flexing both his biceps and grinning at her. "I don't know, dude. I'm pretty strong," she chuckled awkwardly. "Yeaaaaahh, buuuuut, men are typically stronger than women," he teased, crossing his buff arms and still giving her that douche-bag grin. "I don't think you'll beat me, even if I go easy on you." Rickie glared at the wolf in response. She didn't know if he was just being cocky and teasing her, or if this was his actual viewpoint. Either way, he managed to get her just a [i]little[/i] ticked off -- enough to warrant a bloody beatdown, courtesy of her. "Alright, fuck face!" She yelled, though less in a rage and more in a pissed-off tone. "You don't think I'm stronger than you just because of my fucking gender? Okay! Round two, you're getting pounded into dog meat!" "Whatever you say, kitten~" Michael kept up his shitty smirk. Once the 10-second warning went off on the buzzer, he uncrossed his arms, popped his mouthguard back in, and got into his fighting stance for the next round. Rickie did the same. Her expression was very much the opposite of his: she was clearly ready to kill him with her bare paws as soon as that buzzer went off. And then it did so to start the second round. Rickie wasted no time and sprinted towards the white wolf, tackling him against the cage. Michael tried to protect his face but the tiger kept yanking his paws away to smash his face in with her fists, while also throwing a few knee strikes to his abs. Already he felt cuts against his face from the punches, and possibly a few, small lacerations on the back of his head from it being scraped against the cage. Much to his dismay, and Rickie's annoyance, his bulge kept growing despite how much of a beating he got in the opening seconds. Between feeling that and the wolf still putting up a pretty good defense from the beating, Rickie shoved herself off him to assess the situation. "Holy shit...you're getting a boner from this???" She asked, panting heavily. Michael chuckled embarrassingly. "Fuck, dude...I'm beating you harder than I normally do..." He just grinned and went for a high kick, only to have the tiger duck under it and trip him up with a leg sweep. She wasted no time giving him a chance to get up, as she pounced on top of him and went to beat his face into the canvas. Like before, he tried his best to defend himself despite Rickie constantly yanking his fists away from him. As much as his face was quickly going from white to black, blue, and red, he tried to buck her off. Sure they may be almost exactly the same weight, but he knew his legs and hips were just as strong as hers, if not more so. Eventually, he bucked her off-balance and scrambled back to his feet as soon as he could, though Rickie was quick to get back on hers too. His head pounded as he felt his blood oozing out of his skull, nose, and jaw. His heart raced, his abs felt sore, his legs wobbly...and yet, his canine cock refused to slip back in its sheath. In fact, he was pretty sure he was tenting in his trunks by now, though he was too focused on this spar-turned-beatdown. Michael opted to fight defensively, keeping his bloodied and swollen face protected, though he now realized he could barely see out of one eye. He expected to suffer through another beatdown from the tiger. But when he went for a simple jab, one of those powerful legs of hers smashed in his abs, followed by an uppercut to his chin. Immediately he went dazed and stumbled backwards. His tail and back pressed against one of the corner pads and his legs gave out, making him slide down until his rump hit the canvas. "1....2....3...." He could barely hear Rickie giving the knockout countdown. He panted hard as he struggled to get back to his feet. "5....6....7...." Just as Rickie said "8," Michael got to his feet. He heard Rickie say something as he stood there and collected himself -- probably checking to see if he's okay, hopefully. He waited a moment and nodded, putting his paws up as he met up with the tiger in the center of the cage. He could've sworn he heard Rickie say "Go," only to get his abs crushed in again by a hard push kick from her. Immediately he fell flat against the canvas, panting, bleeding, his whole body beaten, tenting the most obvious boner, and not knowing how much more of the round they have left. Rickie began the countdown like before, but stopped once the buzzer went off to signal the end of the second round. She began to worry about him as she made her way back to her corner, hoping he'd at least try to get up. But that tent in his trunks made it clear he was enjoying this. As much as she could recall, she's never had a sparring partner get aroused from being beaten [i]this[/i] bad -- a few bruises and some swelling, sure, maybe a tiny bit of blood, but not from looking like grounded up meat. And yet, she too felt a bit...aroused at the situation, even if this much of a beatdown would normally turn her off. When they both returned to their sides of the cage for the final rest period, Rickie noticed Michael could barely stand on his own. He seemed to lean heavily against the cage, completely dazed and clearly in a lot of pain. "You sure you want to keep going, wuffy?" She asked. Sure, she can get violent in a fight, but she's not a monster or a bully -- not intentionally, anyway. The crimson-covered white wolf slowly nodded. Despite how swollen his lip looked and how much blood ran out of his maw, he managed to flash a cocky grin back at her. She chuckled. [i]"Dude's got fight, I'll give him that,"[/i] she thought. Her eyes then darted towards his trunks again, which tented out as far as they could go. She could've sworn she saw a bit of staining near the crotch area and already began formulating some plan as the rest time counted down to its final seconds. Once that buzzer went off to signal the final round, Michael lazily put his guard up as Rickie approached him. Her guard wasn't up at all. He could barely register that horny grin of hers when she shoved him back against the cage with one paw, then yanked his trunks part-way down with the other. His hard, leaking canine cock sprung out, gently touching her inner thigh. "Stay," was all she said. She gave him a moment to understand that command before taking her paws off him. Without a word, she slipped off her sweaty bra and tossed it aside, knelt down in front of him whilst keeping a hold of his cock, and began sucking him off. Clearly she was a pro at this too, though he was already quite aroused during the fight. "Oh fuck..." He uttered, clinging onto the cage behind him. He tried to hold it in for a bit but her maw felt so damn good around his cock. "Mmmm~" As she sucked, she gently caressed and fondled his fuzzy balls and gave him some gentle pets on his strong yet beaten abs. She even gave his bulging knot a few squeezes to further coax him to blow his load already; she knew damn well he was about to explode this quickly. "Nnnggg....R-Rickie...." "Mmmhmm?" "I-I wanna cum on your tits....fuuuck~" She slowly popped herself off while still keeping a hold of his orbs and looked up at him. "Never had that request before. You about to blow soon, puppy?" He nodded as he whined from holding back for so long. "P-Please..." "Okay, puppy," she giggled as she stroked him a bit. She tried to keep to a similar pace to when she was sucking him off, but Michael suddenly smacked her paw out of the way and took control of his cock. While she saw that as a defiant action, she wasn't going to punish him for it...yet. Regardless, it freed up her paws to hold up her sizable tits for him to shoot his seed on. He stroked himself much faster than how she went, feeling that intense tension right before one would blow their load. ...Until eventually, he did, shooting thick ropes all over her tits and face. Some got into her hair, some in her maw, some on the canvas, but he hoped most of it went all over those soft, tiger mommy milkers. Neither of them noticed the round timer went off already and wasn't counting down anymore. And neither of them cared. Rickie licked her maw as clean as she could, wiping off some of his cum from her tits with a finger and licking that clean. Michael leaned against the cage, panting hard and hoping to get a chance to catch his breath after all she put him through so far. But no. The tiger wasn't done with him just yet. She got up and haphazardly tugged her trunks and jockstrap off and tossed them aside. It's a wonder her pussy didn't soak right through both of the thin layers with all the excitement they've been through. Not allowing her fighting dummy for the evening a moment's rest, she grabbed his ankles and yanked him towards the center of the ring. Michael instinctively grabbed for the cage to counter, but with how tired he was and as to not injure his fingers, he ended up landing on the mat with a [i]*thud.*[/i] "W-Wait! What are you..." He cried out as Rickie aggressively pulled down his trunks and jockstrap the rest of the way. "You wanted to 'learn' some grappling techniques, right? Let's do it the old-fashioned way~" She then scrambled on top of him and sat right on his sternum, quickly transitioning into a front-facing headscissor, grinding against his snout once she got him locked in. "Mmffff!!" He cried out, gripping at those juicy tiger butt cheeks. There was no way he could breathe any air -- only hot, sweaty, lady tiger musk. Yet he had no time to process this, as he was suddenly turned on his stomach by those powerful thighs. At least he could see Rickie from this angle, who was smiling with delight at his humiliation, of course. "That's a good puppy~" She cooed, flexing her bicep. "Right where you belong~" All he could do was whine. Despite the blood getting cut off from his head, he thought he could lick his way out. But she ended up letting him out and kicked him in the head after only a couple licks of that sweet, tangy pussy juice. "Hey! I didn't say you could have a taste, puppy!" She growled. He coughed, slowly trying to get up as not-so-musky air rushed into his lungs. "Nope. Not allowed," she ordered as he tried to recover. She slid herself to his side and grabbed the paw he used to brace himself, seamlessly transferring into an armbar. "Gaahh!" "You think you can do whatever you want!? Huh?" She teased as she pulled, though not as hard as she usually does, given how beat up the wolf was at this point. Still...he has mentioned he liked getting beaten to a pulp... "N-No, Rickie! Agggh!" "That's 'Mommy' to you, young man!" She ordered, pulling a little bit harder. "N-No, Mommy!" "'No, Mommy' what?" "No! I don't think I can do whatever I want! Ow!" With that, she let him out of the armbar. "That's what I thought..." At this point, Michael thought about fully submitting to the tiger. He hardly had the strength to even [i]try[/i] and get up for a third time at this point. And as he laid there on his stomach, his body broken, and his face bloodied, he prayed Rickie might finally show him some mercy. But of course she didn't -- she had one last move up her sleeve to further torment the poor, submissive wolf. She stood up and positioned herself behind him, and grabbed both of his legs by the ankles. With an evil grin, she lifted them up and over his head, securing them under her armpits to put him in a reverse Boston Crab. "This one I learned from my buddy, Jamie," she teased as she torqued his spine. If getting his face and abs beaten to a pulp wasn't enough, now his back's getting bent in a way it shouldn't. He screamed as his spine compressed the wrong way, and his abs stretched beyond what they could handle in their broken state. He clawed at the canvas in desperation, unsure if he should just tap out and give up at this point. "Hahaha! Bet you thought wrestling was fake, huh?" She sneered, slowly putting pressure on his spine. "GAAAAH!!! I-I never thought that!?" "Mmmmm, perhaps~ But I'm sure you did at one point!" "HHHNNNGGGG!!!! GAH!!" Michael clawed and pounded on the canvas some more, but eventually gave in. His spine couldn't take much more. His body couldn't take much more. And with a frustrated, painful growl, he slapped his paw on the canvas until Rickie let go. With a [b]*thump*[/b], his paws fell to the canvas. He laid there groaning, hoping to finally get a few moments' rest. "Oh! I'm not done with you yet, puppy!" He felt his broken body being flipped over onto his aching back, then saw Rickie kneel right in front of his cock. Immediately, her paws got to work getting him nice and hard again, which didn't take much effort despite all she put him through. Hell, he was [i]still[/i] leaking even after blowing his load on her tits earlier. It didn't matter anyway; between their sweat, his excess cum, and her wet pussy, he was more than ready for what's about to happen next. Once she figured he was hard enough, she briefly got to her feet to straddle herself over that thick, canine cock of his. After sliding in all the way with ease, she rode him hard. "Oooo...fuck..." He groaned as soon as her pussy lips wrapped around his cock head, letting out a long moan the further she went down. With every slap of her pelvis against his, Michael let out soft grunts each time. "Damn, Mommy~ This feels better than your pretty mouth~" "Mmmfff~ Hope so, big boy~" Knowing damn well he was fixated on her bouncing breasts, Rickie gave him a bit of a show and flexed an arm, supporting herself on his chest with the other. She saw him flash a stupid, perverted, bloodied grin at her as she kept up her showboating. It didn't take long for him to reach for her waist to caress and grab it, signaling he was looking to gain control of the situation. She allowed this for a while at first, but slammed a fist into his abused abs when he got too confident. "Agh!" "Hey now, puppy! Who said [i]you[/i] could take control?" "S-Sorry, Mommy...OOOOF!" She cackled as she sat on him with his cock fully inserted, sans the knot that has yet to pop out of his sheath. "Oh hush! I know you enjoy getting your gut beaten in while my fat ass rides your dick!" Rickie continued riding him, holding onto his muscular waist for support while giving him some not-so-gentle love taps to his abs as they fucked. Her callused knuckles dug deep into his tender muscles with each punch. Sometimes, she'd give him a treat and leave a fist buried deep into him, letting the knuckles dig and grind into the tender wolf meat -- only to slam a fist down again. And again... And again... And again... And with each punch came another thrust of her pelvis on his cock. With each thrust, her pussy lips gripped his cock harder and harder. And with each thrust, she felt him twitch and swell up. At this point, the smell of their musk and sex, combined with Michael's drying blood, filled most of the main training area; thankfully the ventilation system was operational, but it could only handle so much. Eventually, the onslaught of punches stopped and Rickie pinned the wolf down by his shoulders as she rode him home. There was no way he could assume control at this point, but he tried to at least caress her waist again and grope her jiggling breasts. "Fuck...think I'm gonna cum again, Mommy~" Rickie just moaned as she kept thrusting herself down on him. She knew what was coming, aside from a load of his seed, and she wanted it [i]now.[/i] She wanted him to [i]fill[/i] her up. "R-Rickie I'm gonna....UUUUGG FUCK!" "Nggh! That's it puppy~ Breed me~" And with one final thrust upward, Michael rammed his cock into her all the way. His knot popped out of his sheath and popped into her as he blew his second load of the night, this time breeding her and not marking her. He could only imagine how she felt now, but damn did he wish she had a womb to fill his seed with. Rickie felt similarly. She felt full, connected, bred. It's one of many reasons why she loved fooling around with canines. Once they both paused for a moment to take a breather, Rickie laid herself on top of him and cuddled him. Even if the weight of her heavy body laying on him didn't help his soreness, he welcomed it all the same and cuddled her right back. They both knew it was going to be a while until his knot deflated enough to pull out comfortably, lest he wanted to risk damaging her soft, supple sex. But it didn't matter to him. He savored the moment of having this beautiful, strong tiger woman being this close and intimate with him...and not trying to beat him to a pulp, of course. He gently stroked her back as their bodies relaxed and regained a bit of strength whilst they were tied together for a time. And despite all the abuse she put him through, he still managed to let a stupid grin form on his face as he thought about what a good time he had. He gently stroked Rickie's messy, sweaty hair. "H-Hey, Rickie?" She shot her head up and smiled. "'Sup, pup?" "Would it...would it be cool if we did this again sometime? I know this time was a bit of a happy accident, but--" "Sure, dude!" She said, cutting him off. "It might be a little tricky given the distance, but it's doable for sure." He smiled. "Thank you." They shared a moment of looking into each others' eyes for a moment before sharing a quick, deep kiss, much to Michael's discomfort with his injured, bloodied maw indicated by his wincing and yelp. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't do that just yet," Rickie chuckled, wiping the blood off her lips. "Yeah, probably not...damn, that still stings..." He replied, rubbing his jaw. "Well, you ready to clean up and such?" She asked. By this point, she figured his knot was deflated enough to pull out safely. "Sure, but...can we cuddle for a bit longer after I pull out?" He asked, gently caressing her cheek. She giggled, caressing his paw with hers. "Sure, puppy."