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(This will likely be the last Monstr story. I had a lot of fun writing the anthology, but I have a billion other ideas I need to actually FINISH. No promises that I won't churn one out when I'm bored though. Also sorry to those that saw my poll, this was originally going to have watersports, but it evolved into something more romantic.)

[Beeryakko says: Meet me at that new bar/spa near your place. I have something I want to tell you.]

Bruce felt his heart quicken at Shan's message through Monstr, gathering his coat around him and trudging through the snow to 'Relaxation,' the monster-run bar/spa beneath a subway station near his house. Smiling like an idiot, he tried to slow his steps but couldn't stop himself from taking the stairs two at a time, ignoring the shimmering barrier that unobtrusively sent humans on their way. He'd been waiting all year for Shan's text, and he wasn't going to waste a single moment of their time together.

"Bruce, my boy. Welcome!" Slurring his speech, the white tiger held out a sloshing mug of beer as if toasting the human's appearance. Swaying from side to side, he drained the beer, slamming it down on the bar and turning on his stool. A blue tank top barely covered his torso, showing a rounded gut and overflowing chubby pecs that jiggled with his every movement. More of the alcoholic drink dripped from the tiger's chin than found its way down his throat, but he seemed happy enough to wear it.

"You big oaf, did you start drinking without me? You texted me five minutes ago." Sitting next to the tiger, Bruce unzipped his hoodie and leaned against the bar. In truth, he wasn't mad. Shan was too fun to be around. He was just excited to hang out with the drunken monster. Of course, he wasn't much of a drinker, but Shan could handily put away enough beer for both of them.

"Gomen. This lovely bartender offered me free drinks, and I couldn't resist." The tiger waved sloppily at the lizardman behind the bar, bringing a blush to green scales. One fatty pec popped free from his shirt, and the feline giggled drunkenly, poking his pink nub. "Boop." Roaming fingers scratched at his exposed belly, and he flopped free from his stool, staggering and nearly falling onto his face. It seemed he'd had more than just a few beers, practically sloshing with every step.

"You okay, big guy? I don't think I can carry you if you pass out." Bruce took the tiger's arm, trying to steady his swaying form. Of course, with the difference in size between them, this turned into something closer to being crushed under jiggling furry flesh, but Bruce wasn't complaining. He'd been in a similar situation, though it was several shades more sticky when Shan was last on top of him.

When Shan was fall-down drunk, there was something so fucking hot about him. He was overly affectionate, his kisses were sloppy as fuck, and he was up for anything. Far from the more reserved and shy personality that usually kept him under lock and key, he was a party animal.

"Yeah. This place has a great sauna. I wanted to show you." Dragging Bruce into a beer-soaked hug, the sloppy feline licked his cheek, leaving a sheen of drool with more alcohol than a distillery. "Plus, I asked management. I can fuck you in there. Only haf'ta clean up after ourselves. Fuckin' love this place." Those words would be crass coming from anyone else, but they sent a thrill through Bruce's body. No stranger to tiger cock, his body already ached for it as though crying out, 'yes, please.'

Bruce knew better than to protest at this point, even if he wanted to. The drunken tiger would start crying from the rejection, or he'd double down and try to grope the human in the middle of the bar. Neither were fun prospects, and it wasn't like Bruce was any stranger to drunken tiger cock. At least this time, the big guy wouldn't try to throat fuck him in the middle of a baseball game. (Admittedly, it was fun, but the dirty looks were embarrassing, and Shan's magic took forever to erase the kiss cam footage.)

After a short walk, steam greeted the two, and the tiger started tearing at his soaked clothes, falling on his ass when he finally managed to get his pants around his ankles. Another drunken giggle bubbled from his jiggling chest as his dick flopped uselessly from side to side, slapping against chunky thighs. He had a severe case of whiskey dick, but it was nothing Bruce couldn't handle. There were plenty of other ways to please a tiger. After all, he couldn't let the night go to waste. He wouldn't see Shan again for another whole year.

Bruce stripped slowly for the tiger, revealing his shaved body and drooping, half-hard cock. He was proud of his body, slight and toned, with an above-average dick and two pink apple cheeks that only jiggled slightly, but he was nothing compared to the chubby tiger dad bod splayed before him. Some would call Shan sloppy, but Bruce knew better. He was a work of art; sculpted by the gods.

Shan was a daddy in every sense of the word. Padded, fatty muscles that jiggled with every movement, a round ass you could drown in, and a chest that was so pillowy soft that you could sink your palms into it contrasted with a regal, though currently covered in dripping beer and drool, face. Of course, the rest of him couldn't compare to the fat slug of a cock slumbering against his stomach, plump and dripping with sweat but still stubbornly flaccid, with only the barest hint of rigidity to twitch its length. Unlike the rest of him, that glorious cock was human-like, with a generous foreskin coating its black shaft and a pretty pink tip peeking out. Massive pendulous balls completed the picture, relaxed and hanging low from the sauna's heat.

"C'mere and gimme some sugar." Gathering Bruce in one greedy arm, the drunken tiger managed to drag himself onto a nearby bench. Lips slick with drink and feline drool demanded the human's kiss, and once Bruce met them, a rough tongue crammed itself past his lips, practically throat fucking him with its slimy length. Fingers kneaded Bruce's ass, dragging him closer until his cock dueled with the tiger's, thrusting against soft sweaty flesh.

Grinning at the tipsy tiger's antics, Bruce broke their kiss and tweaked a pink nipple with loving fingers. "What am I going to do with you, big guy? You can barely sit up." Trailing kisses down that sloppy, wobbling physique, he took greedy hands full of soft tiger tits, giving them a claiming squeeze before moving on to rest on spread thighs. With an appreciative sniff, he nuzzled into Shan's cockhead, breathing in the rich musk beneath his foreskin.

"Mmm. Fun stuff, hopefully?" Giggling at what his drunken mind probably thought was a joke, the tiger stared down at Bruce's tease, licking his lips. A pleasant purr emanated from his chest, and he scratched at its moist, drink-slicked softness. His legs spread invitingly, showing off that massive flaccid package and the curve of rotund cheeks through a thin veil of steam.

Like he was greeting a long-lost lover after spending an eternity apart, Bruce peppered the flaccid tiger cock with gentle kisses. A pulse seemed to greet him in kind, though it showed no signs of lengthening Shan's cock. He didn't mind, of course, nuzzling his lips up against that peeking pink tip and letting his tongue play with the dripping slit. Cushy, spongey flesh smeared masculine musk over his face and pre left pearls of approval across his tongue, filling the appreciative human's senses with unfiltered tiger essence.

Shan was usually a clean kitty, but the combination of drink and steam awoke a musk that seared into Bruce's brain, dripping from every inch of the tiger's groin. Each breath brought a more animalistic stink, demanding he bury his face in that colossal breeder cock, but he focused on the head, trying to draw some semblance of hardness to the tiger's stubborn length while he sucked sloppy strings from its flexing slit. Stroking hands took the massive shaft into their embrace, rolling extra skin up and down.

"That feels nice." Shan spread his legs further to allow Bruce room to work. Sloppy thrusts flopped his flaccid cock against soft licks, and a soft sigh vibrated through his body. "But why don't you-" He trailed off, and his shuddering fingers pushed against Bruce's head, tugging him free from his attempts. "-Do that thing I like?" Licking his lips, he smeared his balls over Bruce's face. With titanic effort, he turned over, bringing that wobbling striped ass into view and letting his tigerhood dangle between his legs beneath a buffet of wobbling tiger cheeks.

Despite Shan's bumbling words, Bruce knew what he wanted. Kneeling on the bench and leaning against the next tier put the tiger's rotund rear at the perfect height for Bruce's face, and that massive, uncooperative package dangled, still glistening with Bruce's spit. "If I didn't know better, I'd think this is what you wanted all along. Are you turning into a bottom on me?" It wasn't a bad thing. Shan had one hell of an ass, and Bruce would gladly ream it any day.

Following his teasing words, Bruce gave that upturned rear a slap, pressing a kiss to his sagging nuts, then letting his tongue swirl upward over leathery skin until he reached the tiger's crack. Pausing to take in a sniff of clean but musky gloriousness, he opened those rounded cheeks, revealing the glistening pucker between them. While he teased the tipsy tiger, he loved servicing this decadently soft ass as much as the tiger loved its use.

"S-Shut it and eat my ass." After a short pause, the tiger buried his face in his hands, his tail flicking from side to side to show his eagerness. "M-Maybe fuck me, too." His mumbled words betrayed his desire, and his sweaty hole clenched as if begging for attention.

"See, was that so hard?" Bruce teased the tiger, but he nuzzled his face between the offered cheeks, his nose teasing that glistening pucker before his tongue slipped out to swipe over it. Relaxed muscles provided little resistance, as though his drunken state made him more receptive. Bruce's tongue pierced through his puffy entrance, exploring the silky walls to find the best spots. Lingering licks teased moaning growls from the tiger's maw when his tongue found its mark, his hands massaging large orbs.

Dripping tiger cock pressed against Bruce's chest, leaking a sloppy trail of arousal and yoyoing between half-hard and completely soft. "That's it. Can't-" Wriggling cheeks smothered Bruce in pillowy softness, demanding more despite the human's worshipful licking. If Bruce didn't know better, he'd think Shan was trying to swallow his head with that juicy ass.

Shan's desperate attempts to shove the human's tongue deeper into his meltingly hot insides forced Bruce to abandon his teasing. Rather than licking that desperate hole, he would stuff it full of what it craved. Drooling a thick string of spit down to his hand, he coated his cock in a thin layer, then nuzzled it between Shan's cheeks.

Hunching over the squirming tiger, he drove home in one thrust, sheathing himself in slack, welcoming depths with a satisfied groan. Molten heat threatened to melt his cock, but he held on, thrusting slowly and biting his lip to stop himself from finishing too early.

There was no need to hold back when Shan was this sloshed, so he pounded deep and hard from the first thrust, giving the tiger's upturned rump a playful slap. "You sure this wasn't what you wanted the whole time? I swear you beg for my face in your ass more than anything these days." He luxuriated in the sloppy pull of sweet suction, tilting his hips to seek the tiger's sweet spot and battering it with increasingly brutal thrusts, feline sweat dripping down his balls with a pleasant tickling sensation.

"Fuck. I'll be your bottom any day. Just don't fuckin' stop. It feels like my dick's ready to fly off." Digging his claws into the wood beneath him, Shan pressed back into every ball-slapping, wet shove, desperately mewling for more. A guttural moan rumbled through him, and his twitching white-striped tail straightened as rippling, clutching clenches threatened to tear Burce's cock off. Streaks of pearly tiger cum painted the floor below, his cock flopping wildly and his heavy balls pulling up.

"Slutty kitty." Bruce teased the panting tiger, collapsing onto his back as his orgasm was wrung from him by talented anal muscles. Luxuriously soft fur and wobbling cheeks enveloped his balls in heavenly heat, and the tiger's clutching depths milked him for every shot. His arms slid around the tiger's waist with difficulty, his fingers massaging that luxuriously padded belly.

"Call me slutty all you like, but I got what I wanted, didn't I?" Slowly, the chubby feline withdrew from Bruce's grip, rolling himself to a sitting position and grabbing the sated human. With insistent fingers, he drew Bruce's face closer to his own, pressing the soft pad of his nose to Bruce's and tilting his head to initiate a more emotionally charged kiss. With a sigh, he continued, his eyes searching Bruce's for a moment. "Say, would you mind indulging this old man? I know I'm several hundreds of years older than you, but-"

Shan trailed off, his maw working as if he couldn't find the words to express what he was thinking. "I know we've already tried this dating thing once, and it didn't work out, but I've been thinking about you so much lately. Can we start over? I promise I'll find more time for you." Drunken behaviors melted away, and Shan's face showed no hint of a prank.

"Shan, we've been over this." Bruce sighed, perching on the tiger's lap and leaning against his chest. "Your job is more important than our relationship. I couldn't ask you to put me first." Oh, but he wanted to accept Shan's offer. Their rendezvous, once a year on the same date, was the highlight of Bruce's year, and he missed the feeling of closeness they had, those few short years together.

"I gave it up," Shan said without a hint of remorse. Taking a deep breath, he lowered a hand to Bruce's rear and gathered him closer. "Immortality, my title, my position, all of it. I drank so much because I didn't dare to tell you. I choose you." Sincerity dripped from his tone and infused his touch, sending warmth radiating through Bruce's body.

Stunned by Shan's confession, Bruce spent a moment trying to make sense of his words. "So, you're not Byakko anymore? Just Shan?" Excitement grew as he mulled over the possibilities, and he threw his arms around Shan's neck, burying his face in beer-scented fur. "You didn't have to, but you- Oh, Shan. I love you."

"Yes, I did. I couldn't let you slip through my fingers. Someone else can be Byakko, but no one can replace you." The world faded away as Shan's arms enfolded Bruce like a comforting blanket, and his warm purr vibrated through Bruce's soul, easing an ache that he never thought would cease.