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All right Emma, lets change some minds and win some hearts.

The line helped, as it always did, to put a gentle smile on the tigress' muzzle, since in spite of being true and inspiring in its own way it was pretty corny. And it also helped center her, banish any butterflies that might be fluttering around in her stomach. As she grabbed the doorknob she reminded herself that it was a small crowd in there, but a tough one. She had to stay on her toes if she was to pull this off. As she twisted the knob and pushed the door open the first face was both friendly and familiar. The network of wrinkles lining it rearranged itself as a grin flashed, forcing the corners of her own mouth to lift. But unlike Herbert she made sure not to show any teeth. She knew that she looked adorable with a smile on her muzzle, but if she showed the glittering array of sharp teeth behind her lips the sight tended to unnerve people.

"Ahh, right on time! Class, this is Emma, the guest I mentioned earlier. Now I've really bragged to her about what a great bunch of kids you all are so I’m you won't make me look like a fibber, will you?" the old man asked, getting a chorus of 'no's from the room full of third-graders. A nice mix of humans and hybrids, which she knew was how Herb always envisioned a perfect class. The old man was close to retirement but he still hadn’t lost his touch, as evidenced by the bright, curious eyes pointed her way. Herbert Flannigan was a hero to her, even though the pot-bellied old educator didn't really look like one. But then again she knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

As a young man Herb had started his career teaching exclusively humans. At least, getting paid for teaching humans. This was in the days just after Emancipation, when hybrids were no longer legally property but were a long way from being seen as people. Even segregated schooling was considered radical back then, with the usual assholes insisting the only school hybrids needed was obedience school.

So after his day job Herbert worked evenings and nights, holding classes for hybrids of all ages. He taught pretty much anywhere and taught anyone who'd listen, both grown-up hybrids and their children. And all he got for it was the admiration of his students and a few dirty looks from his fellow humans. He held classes in old storage units and the workhouses where many newly freed hybrids had ended up back then, and it was his students that became the first generation of teachers once hybrid schools opened. By the time the subject of integrated schools came up he wasn't just a soft-hearted young radical, but an educator with a sterling career behind him. Such his voice carried a lot of weight, and the old man vowed not to shut up until any kid could wind up in his classroom. Even though he was a human he'd been more important in the fight for hybrid rights than he was willing to admit. At his age he was happy to stand in front of a classroom filled with kids of all shapes and sizes and savor this victory that he'd fought for, but he knew that even though his job was done the battle went on. That was why he often helped her out, including giving her this opportunity to address his students.

"Hi everyone! I'm Emma Lewis and I am a hybrid-rights activist." she said, noting that not a single kid in the classroom seemed bored at the notion of listening to a speech. "And looking at you kinda makes me feel I'm in the wrong place..." she continued, getting a little laugh from the room. And she had to give it to Herb - the classroom was a jumble of smooth skin and fur. You couldn't draw a clear line anywhere, apart from the subtle and age-old separation of boys and girls. "You all look like great friends here, and you may not know it but just by being friendly to each other you're fixing a pretty ugly problem that history had dumped on your generation..." the tigress spoke, stopping when a ginger-haired girl raised an arm with such empathic urgency Emma was sure she would ask to go to the bathroom. "Oh, a question already?" she said, acknowledging the girl.

"Can I touch your fur?" she asked, in a pleading tone a child her age would have used to ask for ice-cream. A seemingly innocent question, or at least one that would seem innocent to the human girl. But she could see quite a few of the hybrid students looking a little awkward at their classmate's request. It was a faux pas, but Emma didn't really take offense. Then again, she also didn't want the girl to think she could ask to pet another person just like that.

"Well lemme ask you something - if you were walking down the street and somebody asked if they could touch your skin to see how smooth it is, what would you think? Kinda creepy?" she asked, making a sour face at the end and getting a nod and a giggle from the girl. But she didn't want to establish boundaries at the expense of honest curiosity, so she took a few steps towards the ginger girl's desk and extended her hand. The red-haired third grader looked up at her wide eyed before accepting the offered paw, her mouth actually opening in awe as she ran her fingers along the feather soft striped fuzz. It proved a good segue to a short talk on inter-species etiquette, and after that she mostly just took questions from the kids. One of the human boys even made the mistake of asking whether it tickled to kiss someone with whiskers, insisting he was asking for a friend after the classroom erupted in hoots. By the time the kids filed out for recess she found herself smiling as wide as Herbert.

"Great bunch of kids..." she said.

"Kids are always pretty great, unless someone makes them rotten." the old man said. "By the way, I saw you on TV the other day. Now that was a performance!" he said.

"Thanks, I thought so too." she replied. It had been one of those political-panel shows and pretty good exposure, even though it was nowhere near as fun as today's talk had been. The same thought seemed to cross Herb's mind, creasing the old educator's brow.

"I know for a fact there's plenty of people like that still out there, but I'd have thought the media had the good sense not to hand them a mic anymore."

"I'm glad they did." Emma replied, remembering the... unpleasant woman who'd taken the position opposite hers in the debate. She'd managed to keep the worst of the slurs from her speech, but the sentiment was there. "You censor people like that and you'll make them look like victims. Better to let them spew the same old crap about two-legged animals so that people can smell them a mile away." she finished.

Emma had started her 'career' as a hybrid rights activist before she'd started puberty. She'd been a fierce little kitten clutching a protest sign with both paws, grown into a hot-headed teen who didn't bother with signs and just flipped the bird and exchanged swears with the people throwing them at her while she marched. Although still a young woman she'd matured enough to learn you could be aggressive and civil when presenting your point of view. But she had to admit her middle fingers had been itching during most of the taping...

"Well I think you did great. You know, I've taught people my whole life - it's all I've ever wanted to do. I've always been of the opinion that ignorance of any kind is something people get stuck in, that you can always help them out. It's never easy for me to see people who cling to it as if was the dearest thing in their life." he said, and Emma could tell that he really meant it.

"Well, some people have to choke on bile before they'll stop spewing it..." she said, just before Herbert’s class began filing in, the kids getting a few last seconds of energetic chattering done before settling down attentively. "Still, there's a lot to look forward to..." she said, smiling at the sight of the bright smiles gracing both mouths and muzzles.

*******

"Okay, that's gotta be enough for today..." Emma mused as she tallied the work she'd done and weighing if it was enough to justify a bit of indulgence. "Fuck it, I need a bit of stress relief..." she decided, closing the browser tabs that displayed the content one would associate with a young professional and opening one that soon had something much less reputable.

She still felt a little guilty about this, and God knows she'd spent plenty of time (usually after she was...done) asking herself heavy moral questions. It wasn't that she was up-tight about pornography. She didn't even think there was anything wrong with porn with hybrids in it. But when it came to what she liked... well, ‘liked’ wasn't really the right word. She liked the sight of a fit, well-endowed fellow without a stitch on and looking ready for some fun. But what really get her engine going and what - if she was being honest - made her cum hard enough for her vision to go blurry, well...

It was humans and hybrids together. Again, nothing that she minded. After all, interspecies couples were becoming more and more common, it wasn't even really taboo porn anymore. But the sort of videos she clicked on were. It was one she'd watched several times before but also one that could reliably get her engine running. Two actors - a boy and a girl- which seemed fairly vanilla. The female lead was a leopard - lanky but with a generous chest- and similar enough to Emma that she could easily envision herself in her place, despite the fact that being a tigress her shoulders were a tad wider and her limbs had a bit more tone to them. The feline stepped into a computer repair store to ask the male lead if her computer was fixed. To his credit, the guy was wearing glasses, a desperate attempt to facilitate the willing suspension of disbelief.

The guy was ogling what was supposedly a nice, shy girl coming in to get her PC back before things took a 'sinister' turn. The man informed her that he'd found her stash (much to the leopardess' chagrin), a collection of smut that could apparently ruin the nice kitty's reputation. With the highbrow set-up coming to a finish, Emma striped her panties and got comfortable. She had a few toys she used on those occasions when guilt got the best of her and she decided to swear off these sorts of videos. She could even reach her privates with her muzzle, and even though she couldn't keep that kind of posture up for very long, it was a great way to finish herself off. But when she was watching one of these sick, twisted videos, her fingers could get her to a toe-curling, brain-frying climax more reliably than either a tongue or silicone.

And the video was sick because the feline femme wasn't playing a bimbo that jumped on the chance to jump the unrealistically hunky IT guy. To her credit, the girl really played her part out, begging the smirking human to keep her secret. Of course, this being direct-to-the-point smut, it was easy to guess what the price of his silence would be. She knew it was a fantasy, of course. In fact she even researched the studio to make sure the hybrid actors weren't being exploited. Both of the actors looked healthy and showed no signs of dangerous diets, drug addiction or excessive plastic surgery. The studio that made this was on the up and up and even made a lot of artsy soft-core stuff that she could appreciate esthetically. And they also made quality kinky videos that she could appreciate on a... deeper level.

As she slipped two nimble fingers into her smooth and already steamy muff the leopardess was reluctantly getting down on her knees, undoing the human's zipper and about to release what Emma knew from previous viewing would be a cock that would fully justify the gasp of shock from the spotted female. She then proceeded to do things to it that a genuinely shy girl would never think of doing. And through it all the human male would keep demeaning her, praising the 'slutty kitty', telling her how this was her rightful place and saying all the sick, twisted shit that in the real world would cause Emma's heckles to rise. But with her toned legs spread wide and her hand pumping away at her sex, the sick, twisted remarks only spurred her on, the tips of her digits stroking all the right spots in her. The video was a lengthy one, getting progressively worse (at least for the leopardess) and she knew that by the time the smooth-skinned male was pushing his cock under the mewling feline’s tail she'd have purred her way through several orgasms.

It was certainly the plan, but the 'spotted slut' still had the prodigious human shaft poking the back of her throat when the video froze and the room filled with a jittering noise until a few seconds later the screen of her lap-top went black.

"What the... now?" she asked, having been close to her first climax when the machine decided to take a nap. At least that was what she thought at first, but after pressing the power button she just got a black screen with a confusing message. “Bootable? You want boots now? Okay, I’ll loan you mine, I’ll buy you a pair, just please start!” she pleaded, but restarting the thing produced the same result.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! C'mon you old bastard, don't die on me now..." she muttered checking the power cable in the desperate hope that the faithful machine had simply run out of juice. But when even a half an hour suckling on a power outlet failed to make a change, she decided the patient needed more help than she was qualified to provide.

The mostly black screen showed nothing but a line of text and her own reflection - the almost comical image of a tigress sitting with her legs spread wide and a look of dread on her (admittedly adorable) muzzle. Without any tech-savviness to rely on, she had no other choice but to take her machine in for repairs, but that could be pricey. Emma wasn't exactly struggling to get by, but was often criticized for being a little too generous with the money she did make. Considering that she'd relied on the charity of others to get by early on in life and to get decent schooling she felt she had a need to give back, and usually kept enough for herself to live a modest life. It only now occurred to her that she hadn't really set anything aside for unexpected expenses. She was due to turn in a column in a day or two and the paycheck would probably be enough to cover the repairs, but she needed the laptop working to finish the damn thing. The shop was out of the question then, so she had no other choice but to once again rely on the charity of others.

"Maybe after a quick shower..." she mused, looking at the mess she'd managed to make of herself before the machine gave out.

*******

Noah opened the door on reflex, and when he saw who was standing in it he kinda regretted not taking a look at the spy-hole. He would have opened the door for the tigress, of course, but it would have given him the chance to run a hand through his hair, check his breath, maybe square his shoulders. Emma seemed disheveled but the tigress still looked striking with her silted eyes looking pleading and her face framed by those strands of her mane that escaped her ponytail.

"Hey. Sorry to just knock on your door like this, but I'm kind of in a bind and could really use your help..." she blurted out, actually biting her lip which made her look both endearingly vulnerable and intimidating, considering the size of the fang this revealed. The source of the damsel's distress was plain to see since she was clutching a laptop to her chest as if it was a shivering puppy she just brought in from the cold.

"No problem. I take it that's my patient?" he asked, some of the tension dropping from the feline's striped shoulders as she handed him the computer.

"Thanks I was just... using my web browser when it crashed. I tried powering it on again but it just gives me a black screen with an error message…"

"Well that's something. I'll take a look at it and see if there's anything I can do."

"Thanks Noah, you're a life saver! Look, I'm kinda strapped right now so..."

"It's okay. I don't think the problem is as bad as it looks. If it's a quick fix I won't charge you, and if it has to go to the shop I'll let you know what's wrong so they don't overcharge you."

"Oh that's great! You have no idea what a relief this is... Look, I hate to lay this on you and then ask but..."

"...but it decided to die in the worst possible moment?" Noah asked, figuring it must have been the case to get the tigress this flustered.

"Yeah, that's about right..."

"Okay, I don't really have anything better to do. I'll get on this and give you a call when I've got something, okay?"

That actually got him a quick hug from the relieved feline as she dashed off, leaving him holding the ailing lap-top. Noah smirked at himself for getting saddled with computer maintenance by a girl with a pretty face, but since Emma also fit into the cute cat category, he supposed he really didn't stand a chance. But truth be told her looks didn't really enter into the decision. He genuinely liked Emma even though he didn’t know her all that well. He'd chat to her every now and then when they were in or waiting for the elevator, when the tigress was going around with a clipboard collecting signatures, or when they shared the occasional 'I want to die' look during a boring tenants’ council meeting (which really meant any tenants' council meeting).

But Noah admired the feline because he knew that she was a genuinely good person doing good in the world. If it wasn't for her altruism she could have had the cash to just send this thing for repairs, so he chose to view this little task as him shouldering her burdens rather than being the typical IT guy doing free work for acquaintances.

After powering it up he saw the message that had scared Emma and was relieved to see it was probably not as serious as it looked. Sure enough after some emergency maintenance he got the thing to boot up with no issue. He was pretty sure that he’d fixed the thing, but he decided to test the machine a little, just to make sure it wouldn't crash and embarrass him. Emma mentioned it had died while she was on the web so he clicked on the browser icon to see how it would behave.

There were a ton of tabs open which might have been the cause of the initial crash, but as the tab that had been active when the thing powered down reloaded Noah's eyes went as wide... well as wide as that of the leopard having her tail yanked back with what was unmistakably a human's shaft buried just under it. He'd frantically hit the mute button when the female's yowl filled his apartment, guessing that Emma had her headphones on while watching... wow, Emma was watching this?

He was no stranger to porn and certainly wouldn't judge a girl for enjoying it, but this seemed shockingly hard-core. And if the action itself seemed inappropriate for the bright, caring young tigress, the dialogue itself was something he couldn't imagine Emma enjoying. The feline on screen wasn't only being roughly sodomized, but was being 'put in her place' by the human male, who was calling her every slur in the book between grunts.

Now Noah respected other people's privacy, and he knew instinctively that he should just close the browser and forget he ever saw this. And if it had been regular porn, he was sure he'd have been be able to do that. But the idea that Emma was watching something so clearly demeaning not only to females but hybrids was so bizarre that he couldn't quell the rising sense of twisted curiosity.

As he clicked on the beginning of the playing video it struck him that he might be the first person ever to skip back from the action in a porn video so he could see the plot. His eyes went wide as the leopardess, now wearing an attractive but modest blouse and skirt handed a laptop to the guy who would soon be mercilessly railing her spotted behind. Several open PC's and a small scattering of components and cables was clearly meant to suggest the set was a computer repair store.

"Well the pizza boys and pool guys have had their day, I guess. Maybe it's our turn now..." he mused, watching the male lead try and look tech-savvy while examining the computer. The leopardess leaves the store and there's a time-lapse before she walks back in.

The plot thickens as the tech reveals he's seen her 'stash' and the feline is distraught at the idea that he might make her shameful kinks public. He blackmails her and from there the girl sets on the slippery slope that would culminate with her getting her rear reamed by the gloating human already 'putting her in her rightful place'.

Noah wound up watching the whole thing before he really realized it, probably the first porno he'd watched without so much as unzipping his pants. Also the first porno that got him thinking. The resemblance of the situation to his own was just too uncanny to be coincidence, and it was literally the first thing that popped out when he'd opened the browser. Hell, even the girl in it was a feline! The glitch on the laptop was a minor one, and even though it did occur every now and again it could also be caused by cutting a computer's power while it was working. Emma had even mentioned that she'd been using the browser, which was why he'd opened it in the first place and seen... that! Noah knew he'd had a bit of a crush on Emma for some time, but he figured she was out of his league so he never made a move. He considered himself fairly good looking and had no trouble with human girls, but a lot of the bigger hybrid males were... well - bigger.

But what if Emma had felt the same way for him? What if she'd picked up on his occasional glances, waited for him to take the first step before deciding to give things a push? Or maybe she was really into this role-play stuff? The idea that she would genuinely support hybrids being 'put in their place' was too absurd to consider, but kinks can be weird. This might be her way of testing the waters, of giving him a clue. If he didn't take the hint she could just act embarrassed and awkward and that would be it. But what if he played along?

*******

As he stood in front of the tigress’ door, waiting for it to open Noah wondered if he should (or could!) really go through with this. It was a pretty big risk, and things could get real awkward real fast, but if he wussed out and missed this chance, how could he be sure Emma would give him another one? She didn't really strike him as submissive, but then again opposites didn't always attract. Maybe this was her way of screening for a potential partner who had guts to take a risk? It was a line of thought worth exploring, but when the door opened he knew he had no time to think anymore.

"Oh hey! So... what's the verdict?" she asked, eyeing the laptop he was carrying and looking a little anxious. Something inside Noah seemed to make the choice for him, and he decided he'd play the role and take the biggest risk in his life.

"I managed to fix it. Mind if I come in?"

"Ooh, that's great! Come in, come in..." she said, her tail twisting and twitching excitedly, but still not much to go on. She seated herself on the couch and patted a spot beside her, so Noah just settled down and set the machine on the coffee table, pressing the button and powering it up. "Ooooh, you're a life saver!"

"It was an easy fix..." Noah said, trying to sound nonchalant as he committed to his role. "But I wanted to make sure so I opened your browser to see if it would crash again. And do you know what I saw when I did?"

Emma was puzzled by Noah’s somewhat cold tone and wondered if she'd overstepped the bounds a little by asking him to fix her computer, but that train of thought was derailed when he opened the browser and the screen filled with the last thing she'd been watching before the machine had died. The tigress’ eyes went wide, the slits narrowing until they were just thin black lines as she watched her most shameful secret play on the screen. She found herself as short of breath as the feline in the video, except her breathing difficulties were easily explained by the fact that she had a cock half-way down her throat.

Noah's heart was also racing, but he figured he was doing a good job of hiding it. The reaction of the tigress sitting next to him was encouraging. She was just staring at the video she was seeing for (at least) the second time in her life. He waited for her to react in any way, either embarrassment or shock or disgust. Noah didn't know the full force with which the slipping of her deepest, dirtiest secret had stunned Emma, and figured she was also playing her part. She was just staring at the screen open-muzzled, breathing so hard it was impossible for him to miss the way her chest was rising and falling, with nothing but a cottony top to cover the magnificent feline mounds. At that moment he became certain that she was acting out the part of the leopardess, stunned into silence and waiting for the male lead to deliver his next line.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. And all you have to do is just be grateful. Like a good kitty..." he said, barely managing to keep his voice steady as he channeled more machismo than he in fact possessed.

He'd envisioned this as the proving moment. If he'd misread the situation he was sure Emma would balk at being called kitty, or possibly smack him in the mouth. And a part of Emma wanted nothing more than to send the nerve signal that would propel her hand towards the male's face. But the tigress had been under stress worrying if she'd get her computer fixed in time to finish her column, not to mention the stress of having her private time interrupted before she'd gotten some much-needed relief.

That stress was helping to blur the lines between the filthy, shameful fantasies that got her engine going the way nothing else really did and what appeared to be reality. The sounds coming from the laptop didn't help - the slurping and mock-choking noises made by the leopardess as she was muzzle-fucked by a human male holding her life in his hands. It was hard to place Noah in that role because he seemed like a genuinely good person, but maybe even a good person had a limit? Maybe the temptation was too great?

The idea of giving into temptation sent her mind spinning in a different direction. He did kind of... look the part. True, he didn't have the physique of the porn-star on screen, but he was easy on the eye and in pretty good shape, especially for a techie. In a normal person's brain none of that would mater at this point, because the blackmail aspect would kill any affection and the mood, but normal people didn't have deep, shameful fantasies about this exact situation.

"I... what do you want from me?" she asked, the words tumbling out while her mind still struggled to get a grip on itself. To the point that she didn't realize she'd been almost word for word what the leopardess had asked earlier on in the clip.

Noah swallowed past a lump in his throat, stunned by the question and what had sounded like a breathy, sensual tone of voice, quivering with just enough faked anxiety not to be too obvious. This was happening! His crazy idea that he'd been half sure would end up with him being beaten up by a girl for the first time since second grade was playing out the way he could only dream of. But he'd have to play the role Emma had picked out for him - lecherous, cruel and domineering. Not exactly in character for him, but he figured he'd try and ease himself into it. Now, how did the guy in the movie start things off?

"Well for starters, why don't you let me get a better look at you?" he asked, his jaw clenching when after a few seconds of hesitation Emma pulled her top off. Okay, breathe, try to relax! A nosebleed right now would really kill the mood...

He was keeping his calm as the top was slipped off, leaving the tigress’ chest covered in just a bra that matched her fur close enough that it almost looked like it wasn't there. She was really playing her part great, looking both excited and apprehensive as she undid the clasp, letting the garment go slack for a moment before she slipped it off. Noah felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the bared breasts, two perfect snowy mounds framed by the feline's wide but slender shoulders. She was a tigress, after all, the line of hybrids designed to guard VIPs and look good doing it. It was a body that suggested speed and strength, but all that was packed into compact muscles covering long, elegant limbs, the slender waist and generous hips leaving a very strong feminine impression.

Even as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, Emma tried to convince herself she was in shock. That would help explain why she didn't feel as horrified as she knew she should. The fear was there, of course, the familiar terror of having someone- anyone- find out about her secret shame. But looking at Noah as he openly stared at her increasingly exposed body she didn't feel the rage and hatred she knew she should be directing at someone blackmailing her into exposing herself, especially since the bulge in his jeans suggested things wouldn’t stop at a peep-show.

She supposed she felt more... disappointed? She supposed she'd always had a high opinion of her neighbor since he really was a nice guy and always had time for her when she showed up at his door with a clipboard and a good cause. She figured he would be the sort of person to be horrified by the kind of porn she enjoyed, not the sort to play it out. And that was certainly what was going on, a fact that wasn't lost on that unreasoning part of her psyche, the one that reveled in the sick viewpoints she spent her life fighting.

The rational knowledge that her dirtiest and most powerful kink was playing out with her playing the female lead was one thing, but she was still shocked when she pulled down her skirt and saw the distinct damp patch in the white cotton undies covering her sex. It made her wonder how much of the 'weak at the knees' feeling was caused by dread. Am I going crazy? she wondered. She'd always considered herself (and had been described as) a strong-willed person, but wasn't this the sort of situation that could cause a person's mind to either warp or break?

For fuck's sake, get a grip on yourself! This isn't the end of the world. You got caught, now you'll have to do whatever he wants you to, and after that you'll pick yourself up and get your life back in your hands. The internal pep-talk served to ease Emma's breathing a little, and she'd almost ignored the little post-script that suggested Noah was kind of cute. And maybe this would cure her of her sick little fetish, sort of like aversion therapy? That last bit didn't seem quite realistic, since even the human's blatant ogling wasn't doing anything to stem the flow of feline honey from between her thighs.

"There's a pretty little pussy..." Noah said. The sight of the tigress standing in front of him without a stitch on had turned several parts of him rigid, including his voice-box. He'd hoped the statement had sounded gravely and masculine rather than the response of someone literally stunned by what he was seeing. His eyes fell from Emma's lush breasts, trailing down a trim tummy only barely softened by the tigress' luxurious fur until the milky fuzz narrowed into a triangle tipped with pale pink. Her thighs were slender enough that they didn't touch at the top, exposing the smooth feline sex shining in what Noah figured was the final proof that he was just playing a role in a game Emma had set up. Speaking of which...

"Well kitty you managed to get me hard. How about you help me out with this?" he asked, pointing at his crotch where his erection was straining in its denim prison.

The line was almost identical to the one form the porn flick which Emma supposed helped further blur the line between reality and naughty fiction. And Emma had watched the video enough times to know exactly how it went. She wondered if she looked as timid as the leopardess in the clip as she took a step towards Noah before sinking to her knees and unbuckling his belt. Once she pulled the human's pants and boxers down she came face to face with another reminder that this was reality, one that was a relief if she was being honest. Hybrid males came in all shapes and sizes and while some of them would have dwarfed what Noah had, even cats as big as tigers were a little behind the average human when it came to size. And while she had gotten a sick thrill of watching the leopardess in the clip get stretched out by the leering male, now that she was playing the role she found herself grateful to see a shaft that -while ample- wouldn't require her to use both her hands. Speaking of which...

Emma swallowed past a lump in her throat, slowly raising her hand and wrapping it around her neighbor's erection. She had to admit to some basic thrill at the sensation of the hard, warm length flexing as she gripped it, an unsubtle reminder that she'd been too busy to date recently. She wasn't sure when was the last time she'd touched someone's privates other than her own, but she hadn't forgotten what to do. As she stroked Noah the human groaned, making her wonder just how far this would go. She doubted he'd be happy with just her hand wrapped around him, especially since she was in the palm of his.

She'd never imagined Noah might go even this far so she had no idea how far he'd take things, or more to the point - her. Would a blowjob do it for him? Would he force her legs apart and just rut her? Or was she in for something even more degrading? Reality intruded as she considered what her life would be like and how she'd even be able to look at her neighbor after this, especially if he took things too far. But if there was a chance that she could get through this with her dirty secret buried, she had to take it.

"You got a soft paw there kitty, but why don't you see if you can get some cream?"

Well, it wasn't like Emma hadn’t seen this coming. Her muzzle parted and as she brought her face closer to Noah's erection she was surprised when she caught a herby/fruity scent. In her experience humans didn't really have much of a scent due to their lack of fur, especially those who didn't wear their hair long. But the fragrance of a body wash was fresh, even over the musk of an aroused male, like Noah had showered just before coming over. It struck her as a very strange sort of consideration for a rapist to show his victim. Maybe he's just vain?

As she stuck her tongue out, she considered giving the head of the human's shaft a really good, hard lick, showing him what a "kitty" can do with her tongue. But then again if she did a poor job it would reduce her likelihood of getting out of this with just a blow-job. So she kept her touch light, still coaxing a shudder form the human as her raspy appendage brushed gently along the underside of his cock. She released the shaft and placed her hands on Noah's thighs, the fleshy rod now bobbing free as she licked and kissed along the length of it. She tried not to think what she was doing, and tried to ignore the way her body was reacting. Her interrupted masturbation session had only served to get her riled up, and after an afternoon of being ignored her needs were rising unbidden. It only occurred to her that it might have been a wrong idea to try and not think about what she was doing when she realized how she was going about it. Long, loving licks, increasingly sloppy kisses... she'd let her mind wander and her body had begun to replay the often watched video, with her in the role of the spotted feline. Hoping to hide her embarrassment, she parted her lips and took the smooth shaft into her muzzle, her ears flicking at the groan this got from Noah.

The young man's hands tightened into fists at his sides, his teeth clenching in a subconscious fear that teeth was what he would feel once his erection was nestled within the muzzle of an honest-to-goodness tigress. But to his immense relief he felt nothing but the velvety warmth of her mouth, the raspy tongue feeling amazing as it cradled the underside of his erection.

"See pussy, doesn't that just feel right?" he asked a line close enough to the one from the porno, considering that there was little enough blood getting to his brain to facilitate thought. Emma didn't reply, but she did fold her ears back, a gesture of submission and resignation that he remembered from the clip.

The reason Emma had flattened her ears against her head was anger. Some of it was directed at the human who'd just placed his hand on the top of her head, guiding her back and forth as she began to slide her lips along his shaft. But a lot of it was directed at herself. Namely that part of her that instead of being outraged responded in the worst possible way to this degradation. She resisted the urge to slip her hand between her legs, knowing full well the mess her paw would encounter if her fingers were to brush against her steamy sex. She knew that her dry-spell was partly to blame, but then again this was her first time being dominated. Being a literal tigress in the sheets, guys were generally quite willing to let her take the lead, especially since she's preferred boys who were a little on the shy side. Sort of like Noah had been before he found out her secret!

"Fuck, there's a good kitty..." Noah grunted, feeling close to his limits and wrestling with an important decision. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer with a gorgeous tigress sliding her muzzle up and down his length, and his gentlemanly instincts insisted he warn her. Then again, he wasn't playing the role of a gentleman. The bastard he was pretending to be wouldn't give a damn whether 'kitty' swallows. There was also the fact that they were in her living room to consider. Maybe Emma would prefer for him to finish up in her muzzle and avoid suspicious stains on the carpet?

"H-here comes your cream kitty..." he groaned, pushing her face into his crotch as his shaft began to twitch and throb. Either the feline did prefer to swallow or she was a fast learner, since she seemed to have no trouble keeping up with what felt like a torrent to the panting male. It felt surreal, especially in the mind-blanked state that followed on the heels of a really powerful orgasm, and he did his best to get his brain back in gear to keep the little 'game' going. After all, he still had to make this fun for Emma. He took his hand off her head and she immediately pulled her muzzle off his shaft, catching her breath and leaving no doubt that she did indeed drink down every drop. In the movie the male lead had proceeded to penetrate the leopardess after a lengthy 'cleaning' session got him hard again. He was pretty clean, but more to the point it really didn't feel right to just push himself into a girl like that without giving her slit some loving attention. He'd just need to work it into his role, and the tigress' shortness of breath gave him the perfect idea.

"Why are you panting kitty? Are you in heat? Come on, why don't you present for me?" he said, walking over to the couch and patting the arm rest.

"F-fine..." Emma said, still short of breath. She could feel outrage well within her, since the idea that Noah would be happy with a blowjob no longer seemed likely. It had been her one last hope of salvaging what dignity remained to her - taking care of him, seeing him leave and then... doing what she had to do down there. She felt like glaring at the human but she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, especially since she knew full well what he was about to see. Swallowing what little pride she had left, she laid herself down on the couch with her rear draped over the arm-rest, screwing her eyes shut tight as she lifted her tail.

Noah's eyes had been glued to the magnificent striped rump and had nearly popped out of his head when the thick tail flew up and revealed the pale fur between the bouncy cheeks. Whoa, this roleplay really does it for her. Can't remember the last time a girl had been this happy to be in my company… he mused. The pale pink strip in a pristine white strip drew the eye, and Noah was getting an eye-full as he stared at the feline's lips literally dripping. The idea that he'd be 'warming her up' suddenly seemed ridiculous since he could feel the heat radiating from her sex before his hand even brushed against the silky folds. A tingle seemed to travel through his fingers as he touched the slippery mess coating the feline folds, the digits sliding along the slick skin before he worked up the nerve to push one in. Despite having just emptied himself in Emma's muzzle, he could feel his shaft twitch at the sight of feline nectar dripping from the tigress' femininity as his digit slid in. He probed around gently, getting a few muffled moans that seemed in character for a poor feline fighting carnal urges as she was used by the sinister human. As he was supposed to be 'toying' with his helpless victim he decided to indulge his curiosity a little, stretching the supple folds open so he could get a better look at the glistening pink petals hidden behind the perfectly smooth labia. He pumped his finger in and out of the dripping honeypot, noticing little tremors run along the perfect curve of Emma's rear. With his other hand he stroked the fur of her striped cheeks, the tigress’ buns soft to the touch but firm whenever he groped one, suggesting plenty of muscle hidden under satiny fur and generous curves.

This was hardly the first time Noah's finger was dipped somewhere tight, warm and wet, but there was something about this situation that was decidedly kinky, if not deviant. For one, Emma wasn't giving him little hints or telling him what she'd like him to do, committing to her role of a helpless kitty literally in the palm of his hand. And while he was doing his best to make this feel good for her, there was a thrill to treating someone like your own personal sex-toy and just playing around with their body. With that in mind he slowly slid a second finger in, the little tremor at the base of the tigress' thick tail telling him it was a welcome addition. With two digits buried in the feline femininity he began to pump away, his other hand roaming the tigress' body, reading the little quivers of her muscles as she submitted to his touch. She was still muffling her noises so he wasn't sure if he'd gotten her off, but soon enough his cock was hard again and the hand that had been busy between the tigress' thighs was dripping wet. The video had been a lengthy one, but he guessed that this was going to be the big finale of their little session, so it was time to really play the role.

The sensation of fingers slipping all the way out of her sex brought some semblance of reason back to Emma' brain. She hadn't climaxed during Noah's fingering but she knew that it was only due to the fact she was trying her best not to. Either working with a keyboard and mouse all day gave techies magic finger skills or the human had really been doing his best to coax a climax from her. She had been sure he'd just poke around back there to humiliate her and sate some curiosities, such as how many fingers can a 'pussy' take and what sort of noise does a tigress make when you jam your thumb under her tail. Instead he'd tried his best to find her most sensitive spots, and it was only due to the fact that his touch had been gentler than her own when she was busy down there that she'd managed to keep herself from cumming. Not that it had done her any favors. Denying him the satisfaction of seeing her cum had denied her body the release it was now desperate for, and she doubted that anyone standing behind her could miss the fact.

"Yeah, pussy definitely needs a nice hard cock in her..." the young man said from behind her, taking her by the hips and lifting her rear off the arm-rest, stopping when her behind was level with his crotch.

A knot tied itself somewhere in her stomach as the reality of what was about to happen rode in on a wave of adrenaline. Her reason revolted at the thought of this final violation, and she briefly considered getting physical with the human. She had little doubt she could take him, but that wouldn't solve her problem or change the circumstances that had forced her to submit to him in the first place. She'd just get through this, let her mind wander and give both Noah and her body what they wanted. It disgusted her but in that scenario she could still pick up her life once it was over. She couldn't bear to respond to his teasing but she did arch her back, hoping the human would take both the hint and what was on offer.

From Noah's point of view, Emma was completely in character. Even if had been able to think straight with a dripping feline sex served up for him, he doubted he'd have realized what was really going through the tigress' mind. Her body was mesmerizing as it stood bared and laid out before him, the perfectly curved behind narrowing into a slim waist and a back that was finely muscled even under the cover of striped orange fur. He hoped she couldn't feel his hand trembling as he laid it on her left hip, using the other to bring the tip of his shaft to her folds. After the diligent fingering Emma had made enough of a mess that the fine white fluff around her slit was soaked and matted, the glistening lips parting as he placed his head between them. He grit his teeth as his head slipped into the moist feline cunny, placing the other hand on the gorgeous tigress' hips as he took a steadying breath. He wanted to make love to this striped goddess, to slowly slide himself in and listen to the noises that would coax from her. But that would be out of character.

Instead Noah took a firm, if not outright rough grip of the flared feline hips, giving no warning before bucking and burying himself to the hilt inside the slinky female. He could feel the warmth of her juices as his cock forced them from the snug feline slit to squirt and spatter on his pare skin. The sound she'd made when he'd speared her had been encouraging, and Noah didn't bother waiting before sliding himself out.

Emma caught sight of her claws as they unsheathed, a reflex she fortunately never had when she was using her paw to ease some intimate tension. A part of her reasoning mind whimpered, whether because of the act of violation she was subject to or in despair as the unreasoning part of her psyche rose like a tidal wave, eclipsing any emotional anguish. The part that was desperate for a male, for the feel of a living length filling her as it was now, and for the glorious friction that followed as the human male settled into a rhythm. Her ears filled with the wet sounds of the coupling, and even the fur-muffled sound of his hips hitting her rear every time he bucked into her. She bit her lower lip but even the pain of her fang almost piercing skin couldn't dampen the familiar and long missed sensation of a male mounting her, the steady pistoning and the pulsing of her walls around the invading shaft. She'd let him have what he wanted, and even let her body have what it needed, but she still had no intention of letting out a sound.

Noah had no idea of the thoughts the tigress was wrestling with, caught completely in the sensations of her body quite obviously welcoming him even though he was being as rough with her as he'd ever been with a woman. Despite the fact he'd already cum down the tigress' throat he wasn't sure how long he'd last with the feline cunny caressing his shaft on every stroke, so he was determined to give Emma what she needed before he reached his peek. In a fit of inspiration, or possibly channeling the cruel and lecherous character in the porn clip, he grabbed hold of Emma's pony-tail, getting a good grip of the tigress thick mane before using it to pull her up.

As amazing as her striped fur look it felt even better now that her back was pressed against his front, his arm snaking around her chest as he grabbed hold of one of her firm breasts. She was still playing the reluctant victim and muffling her cries (or maybe just worried what the neighbors might think if she really let loose) but he could feel the chest he had his arm wrapped around rise and fall and her sloppy sex was doing things to him that seemed very encouraging. The position shortened his thrusts and he was now pushing up, short sharp jabs that kept most of his cock buried in the glorious heat of a horny feline. She was pushing him so he pulled out all the stops, doing everything he could think her to get her off. His free hand slipped down a trim white belly and he pressed the feline clit down so that his length would rub it as it pistoned in and out of her sex. His other hand squeezed down on her majestic mound until he heard something between a moan and a whimper just barely slip out of her muzzle.

"You're loving this, aren't you kitty?" he said, the feline ears folding back in the perfect gesture of shame and submission, just like the leopardess in the video had done when accused of enjoying her male co-star's efforts. "Come on, show me what a good pussy-cat you really are..." he said, and in a fit of inspiration gently bit down on one of those folded ears.

The line between realities hadn't even been a blur to Emma after Noah had pulled her up. Memories of the clip with the leopardess and her reality were now interchangeable, and as her body responded not only to vigorous mating but the fulfilment of her deepest, darkest fantasy she could no longer tell if she was just watching this happen or in the video that had provided her with so much guilty pleasure. Her world narrowed to the heat between her legs, the sensation of Noah's fingers sinking into fur and flesh as he groped her breast, the possessive way with which he touched her. And it all shattered when she felt the bite on her ear, that one last bit of stimuli that pushed her over the edge. She could hear her own cry ringing in her ears, her body going so slack it was a good thing the male rutting her had such a firm grip on her. All of her muscles were twitching wildly, and none more so than the ones in her sex. She could feel her walls clamping, stroking, milking the male making shallow, rough thrusts into her. She felt warmth blossom within her in response, the shaft giving one last jab before the human held himself still enough that she could feel every flex and twitch as it sent ropes of his seed into her.

He held himself in until she could feel the steel-hard length grow soft, but she was still riding her own climax, her body not yet her own to command. She half expected to be pushed face first into the couch, like a toy her blackmailing neighbor had finished playing with. She was surprised to feel herself still held by the man as he maneuvered her lowered her onto the cushions before the panting young man sat down next to her.

The situation was surreal, increasingly so as reason ebbed back into Emma's mind. The man sitting next to her had just blackmailed and used her, raped her despite the way her body had welcomed the encounter. Why was he calmly sharing a cough with her instead of putting his pants back on and leaving her? By the way he was gasping for breath she doubted he was planning on having another go. The slight soreness she could feel between her legs was proof of just how much energy he'd used as he took her. And when he finally broke the silence, his words made as little sense as the scene she’d found herself in.

"That was... amazing! Hope you don't mind me... breaking character, but I think... no, I know I'm pretty much spent..." he said as best as he could, still panting as the exertion caught up with him.

"Wha... what are you talking about?" Emma asked, her own chest rising and falling as she caught her own breath, her nipples still stiff and sticking up sharply from the small pink patches in an expanse of white fur.

"Well isn't that what it's called? Sorry, this is the first time I've tried this kind of role-play..."

"Is that what you call this? Role-play?" she asked, anger creeping into a voice that was pure disbelief. What was this guy's deal? He raped her and now he's chatting calmly, playing dumb as if this was all some sort of game?

"Yeah... I mean you were the leopardess, and I was the evil tech guy... You know, when I opened the browser and that popped out I wasn't sure for a while if you were really trying to send me a signal..." he said, the tigress’ face now looking more and more dumbstruck as she tried to puzzle out what was going on. He sounded just so... so much like Noah - the nice, kinda shy guy from downstairs.

"Look, you just fucked me, so the least you could do was stop fucking with me... what kind of signal are you talking about?" she said, and if the confusion on his face was faked this guy should have been an actor.

"Well you bringing the laptop... it was just like the beginning of the clip. The fix was easy, just a little glitch to work out and then I opened the browser to see if it would crash. You'd even told me that it had died on you while you were on the web. And when I got up here acting like the asshole in the clip, you acted exactly like the leopard girl..." he said, his voice wavering a little.

"I wasn't acting. You'd found out my dirty secret and I was sure my life was ruined. I was... I did whatever it took to keep you quiet..." she said, her voice strangely flat as the absurdity of their situation began to dawn on her.

"But I... you mean... Fuck! Oh God I didn't... that is I didn't mean to... are you hurt?" he began to stammer, the sheer panic he was in dispelling all doubt. It was Noah - kind, timid and right now losing his mind at the thought that he'd forced himself on her. It seemed like the sort of thing that would be funny, if only the two of them weren't the joke...

"Noah, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack. Just... just sit down." she said, trying to calm down the man who only moments ago had been yanking on her tail and biting her ear as he came in her, now he couldn't get his hands to stop shaking. "Look Noah, did it seem like I was in pain at any point while you... while we were doing it?" she added, stopping herself short of saying 'while you were fucking me'. Her 'rapist' didn't look like he could take hearing that.

"Look I... ughhh, what was I thinking!? I... I thought you were the one calling the shots. I thought I was being seduced, lured into playing some sort of game... I... I swear if you'd... if I'd heard one 'no' or 'stop' I would have..." he said, obviously trying not to say that she should have tried to stop him.

"Yeah that's... that's on me. The video you saw... I'd watched it so many times I guess I'd internalized the damn thing. And like you said, it was the last thing I'd been watching. And my laptop had died quite suddenly. Too soon, if you get my meaning." she siad, and noticed that he did. He was calming down but he still looked ridiculously flustered, even taking painstaking efforts not to look at anything below her neck. As if it wasn't his cum slowly leaking from her blushing sex. So glad I didn't get the couch with the cushions sewn in!

"You mean..."

"Yeah. Girls don't get blue-balls for obvious reasons but... it had been a while since my last time, and the kinkiest fantasy I ever had was playing out... I was scared shitless so I didn't say anything, and my body was desperate, so..."

"But are you sure your...okay? You seem strangely... calm..."

"Noah, you're a nice guy. That's why you're so flustered right now. And if you had any idea how fragile you looked right now you'd understand why I don't really feel intimidated by you. No offense..."

"None taken." he replied, and the remark seemed to have calmed him down a little. The two just sat there, letting the whole thing sink in and the silence to grow awkward enough for them to continue talking.

"Some of the... things I said are kinda coming back to me..." Noah said awkwardly.

"Yeah... so you memorized the lines before coming here?" she asked in a sort of morbid curiosity, imagining Noah getting into the character of a predatory computer repairman.

"I was... I was sure you wanted me to play the part. I'm not really... adventurous so I had no real idea. So that kind of stuff..."

"Yeah, now you know why I was ready to do anything to keep that from getting out. I don't really buy into any of it of course, and I've tried to quit that kink but for some reason..."

"While were clearing the air, I don't either. Fuck, I wouldn't want to sit in the same room with that kind of person. But... I don't know why but it was kind of hot." he said, addressing the elephant in the room. They were both wiped out and Emma was sure that even the human's dim nose couldn't fail to catch the reek of sex in the air.

"For what it's worth, you really did play the part well..."

"T-thanks? It's not exactly my first time roleplaying, but it's my first time without a character sheet and a d20..."

"Okay, you lost me again..."

"Well you have your shameful secrets, I have mine..." he said and they shared a chuckle. "By the way, I'm taking yours to the grave."

"Thanks... you know it's almost a relief that someone knows. I had this dread that if anyone found out my life would come crashing down around me. And now you know and my life's not a mess... Ughh, speaking of which, would you mind if I popped into the bathroom to clean up a little?" she asked, and tried not to smile when Noah went from looking confused, to looking down her body to looking embarrassed.

"Uhh, sure..." he replied.

Emma didn't keep him waiting long, settling to just wiping her privates down and throwing on a robe. Noah had used the chance to get his pants back on and the scene now looked a little more neighborly, to the point that it stirred the hostess in Emma. She almost offered the young man a coffee, but changed her mind when she remembered he'd only just calmed down enough to stop shaking. So she fished a few beers out of the fridge and passed him a cold bottle he seemed grateful for.

"Sooo... amazing?" she ventured after they'd both taken a swig. Her tone was innocent although her intention wasn't quite. She told herself she was just making conversation, and didn't really have an ulterior motive.

"Uhh, yeah. Thanks." he replied, raising the bottle in acknowledgement and looking slightly confused. Emma managed not to laugh but couldn't stop herself from grinning.

"No, I mean when we finished, you said it was amazing..."

"Wha... oh. Well, yeah..." he said, looking a little bashful. "I guess it really was too good to be true, huh? A woman with your looks seducing a guy like me..."

"What? You aren't bad looking..."

"For a computer nerd?"

"No, in general. And looks aren't everything you know..."

"Yeah, there's also charm, but the way I went about it was playing the role of a blackmailing bastard, so I don't think I scored any points there." he said, and they shared a chuckle at the absurd set of events that had culminated in a surprisingly satisfying romp.

"Yeah, but there's also attitude, you know. A strong, dominant presence..."

"Dominance? Really? I would have thought..." he began before she cut him off.

"Yeah, you and everyone else. I've been in a few relationships where it was clear from the start I'd be calling the shots, and a couple of guys who didn't mind a level playing field. But nobody ever had the balls to try and be the dominant with me because of the stripes." she explained and could see that Noah was connecting the dots.

Tigers had been bred as elite security personnel - body guards for the very top of (human) society. And like everything rich and powerful people owned, they were supposed to look impressive. Sleek, strong, with keen senses and lightning fast reflexes, all of that packed into bodies that were meant to turn heads. And the bodies were usually packed into uniforms that showed a lot of that sleek, flashy fur. As a consequence it was fairly common for their owners to take advantage and enjoy more than just a sense of safety from those sculpted feline forms, but they still remained intimidating in the eyes of humans and hybrids alike.

"Even after guys get to know me they're sure that deep down I'm this femme fatale type, a sleek predator whose parents were black-belts and trained her in martial arts the moment she could walk..."

"I take it they didn't?" Noah asked, the corners of his lips lifting a little as the feline laid it on thick.

"My mom signed me up for ballet, and I didn't even have the discipline for that! The black belts I have are patent leather and have buckles..." she finished.

"Yeah, but I thought that most hybrid women took self-defense classes."

"You aren't exactly wrong. Some have really ugly stereotypes to contend with. For a housecat, or a vixen it's pretty much a must. Stereotypes are crap, but if I have to be stuck with one I guess the idea that I'm too dangerous to be fucked with is not really a bad one. So if everyone thinks I'm practically a ninja, why should I bother learning to fight? You didn't hear this from me, but I know a few bunny gals who could send me to the ER..." she finished, and the image was absurd enough that it coaxed an honest laugh from both of them.

"So, where does this leave us?" Noah asked.

"Well... I honestly feel comfortable enough with you knowing my secret. I feel I can trust you with it. Also, would I be right in assuming you aren't seeing anyone?" she asked.

"You would. What is that, female intuition?"

"Yeah, let's go with that..." Emma replied. She'd really based her guess on the sheer amount of spunk Noah had shot down her throat, and an equally impressive load that she'd cleaned from her slightly aching sex, but she liked the way he phrased it better. "So we're both single, we had admittedly amazing sex... and you're the only person I can really explore this dirty little fetish of mine with..."

"Are you... really?"

"Yeah. No commitment, just a bit of freaky fun between friends. After all, it won't even be you and me having sex. It will be our characters..."

"Okay. And as for my character..." he said, trailing off but leaving his meaning clear.

"That's right. I know it's fucked up and maybe I am a little, but you did play a nasty type really well. Look, just to make things clear, we give each other full amnesty and none of us is responsible for anything we say while in character."

“It’s a deal…” he said and they toasted their new arrangement, the gears turning in their minds as they contemplated future encounters…

*******

“There we go, that should keep you from going anywhere…” Noah said.

The naked tigress tried to wriggle free, but only once she was sure his knots were firmly tied. After all, she wanted to desperately struggle to break free, not to actually do it. Noah was taking advantage of her feline bendiness today, pulling her legs back and tying her ankles to the bedposts, raising her rump off the mattress a little and putting her privates on lewd display. A sight that would have gotten any male going as it was, but she still felt a little futile wriggling would enhance the scene. Eventually she let out a resigned sigh, settling for glaring at her ‘captor’ and wondering just what he had in mind. She was sure she knew what she was in store for once he took the lube out and began to fill the syringe applicator, making sure that she could get a good look of him doing it.

She could feel her pucker pulse at the sight and found herself a little more eager for anal sex than the last time they did it, which had also been her first time. And Noah’s, although being on the giving end she doubted he’d been as anxious. And she supposed this position would do to serve her poor defenseless butt up to the leering human looking at her like she was a toy for him to play with as he pleased.

The last time he’d rutted her rear she’d been face-down on the bed with her ass in the air, a position that had been ideal for (pretend) rough anal sex. It allowed Noah to pull on her tail, spank her cheeks and throw himself on top of her and just pound her rump into the mattress for the big finale. It had made her feel helpless and at his mercy which had been a thrill, but she supposed that this position had its advantages to. With her behind on display she’d be able to see him forcing his cock into her perky behind. There was a thrill to just having your head pushed into a pillow and having no idea what was about to happen, but she was looking forward to seeing that blunt human head all slick with lube press against her rosebud, the snug tail-hole yielding to pressure and spreading around him…

Noah made sure to brandish the applicator, pushing on the plunger until a bit of the lube dribbled from the tip and slowly slid down the shaft of the toy. A great display that was only mildly spoiled by the fact the syringe was pink. Playing her part, she tried to struggle again, going so far as to curl her tail up to hide her vulnerable behind. She felt a little flutter in her stomach as Noah firmly gripped her tail before pulling it down, doing his best to sneer as he brought the rounded tip of the applicator…

Huh? The tigress through to herself when her human captor/fuckbuddy used the fingers of one hand to spread her slit open before plunging the pink plastic into the now exposed honeypot. The very fact that the syringe slid in easily and with a tiny squelch was proof that this part of her didn’t need any extra lubing, but her feline curiosity was sparked and she stayed in character as she waited to see what Noah was up to. She gasped as the plunger was pressed down, her sweltering sex apparently being more sensitive to a rush of cold goo than her ass had been.

“You feel that, don’t you kitty? Cold, huh? Well don’t worry, you’ll be real warm real soon…” he said, pulling the applicator out and stirring the goo he’d pushed into her with his finger.

“Wha-what are you doing to me?” Emma asked, figuring that both she and her character would want to know at this point.

“Putting you in heat, kitty. Like you’ve never been in before…” he said, shrugging off the bathrobe she supposed he’d envisioned as a sort of lab-coat. “Too many hybrids out there, you see. So we have nice, humane solution…” he said, kneeling on the bed just behind her raised rump and plunging two fingers into her messy slit. “This serum’s changing your pretty little pussy as we speak, seeping into your womb and making you fertile. That is, fertile for humans.”

The surprise on Emma’s face was genuine, but she did her best to follow it up with an expression of despair rather than what was actually going through her mind. As kinky (if not outright sick and twisted) as her mind was, she’d never considered playing out an impregnation fetish with Noah, for the simple reason that humans and hybrids were completely incompatible. But her clever neighbor had found a workaround – a mysterious ‘serum’ that would leave her carrying his offspring, at least once he was done with the actual fertilizing.

“That’s your life from now on – a broodmare pumping out perfect, smooth-skinned little babies...”

“You-mpffh!- you can’t…” Emma whimpered, trying to sound like she was in despair rather than desperate. All the while Noah kept fingering her messy honeypot, preparing her for her breeding.

“I can do whatever you want with you. You’re mine now. But don’t worry, soon the serum will take effect. And once the heat hits you’ll be begging for my cock. You’ll beg me to do whatever it takes to sate your needs, to breed you like the animal you are…”

Noah pulled out all the stops as he played the villain, and he could see that Emma was taking the hint. She began to wriggle her hips, letting out soft moans as ‘the serum’ began to work, filling her with a supposedly uncontrollable desire. He pulled his fingers from her sex a few moments later, figuring this was as much of a prologue as either of them needed at this point.

He ran his hands along her legs, marveling at the tone of the shapely limbs and the black and orange pattern covering them, baring the expanse of white on the insides of her thighs. Apart from being gorgeous, the tigress’ body was bendier than he’d imagined, a fact she’d demonstrated when he’d finished one of their previous sessions by telling her to ‘clean herself up’ in a callous dismissive tone, only to go slack-jawed when she bent her head far enough to her muzzle to reach between her legs and began to do as she was told. She’d obviously been showing off, but it had gotten him thinking.

As he angled his shaft down at the feline sex drooling both the artificial lube and the mess she’d started making since he’d begin tying her down, he took in the sight of her - the faked fear and all too honest arousal and the intensity with which those golden eyes focused on him. Well, part of him at least. The tigress had her gaze locked on his shaft as the slick rod came closer and closer, until he could feel the heat of her sex against his glans.

Considering how messy she was down there Emma supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised at just how easily Noah slid in, but she was still taken unawares when the entire length disappeared into her perfectly presented slit. The lubricant squelched out as every inch of her was filled, which wasn’t a problem since it had been more of a prop than anything. It had done the job of creating the twisted fantasy that she was about to be bred, turned into a broodmare for this cruel human bottomed out in her steamy sex.

The position she was in proved just as showy as she’d guessed, and she had the perfect view of Noah’s cock sliding from her plump pink folds, glistening as everything but the head was pulled out, only for her human captor to drive himself back in. He also seemed to be putting on a show for her, pulling out slowly only to force himself back in, the powerful strokes making her toes curl as her snug sex molded itself around him. After a few more showy strokes he began to rut her in earnest, his pistoning driving the last of the lube from her sex, especially now that her own was flowing.

“That’s it kitty, just sit back and relax… I know being in heat must be making you fidgety but it will all be over soon…”

“N-no! You can’t…” Emma panted, writhing for effect as Noah began to really breed her.

The idea of being forcibly bred was exiting her more than she’d imagined, and the fact she was on display only made her feel like she was watching a sick little porn flick rather than staring in one. With her rear tilted up like this she could see her messy sex hug Noah’s shaft, and see her thighs ripple with the force of his thrusts. Feeling him cum inside her felt great, and risk-free bareback sex was a definite perk of an inter-species relationship, but the little story he came up with made the whole thing feel even more intense.

And the whole ‘in heat’ detail was helpful since she didn’t really have to hide how much she was enjoying the sensation of him inside her, provided she occasionally (and ineffectually) plead for him to stop. He didn’t of course, reaching out to play with her breasts and tease her how soon those ‘kitty titties’ would swell up. All the while she could feel his sack slap against her exposed pucker, a thrilling reminder that this virile male wouldn’t stop until he’d ‘bred’ her. The thought was enough to bring her to a small but noticeable climax, and Noah took advantage of it.

“Cumming already, pussy? You must need this even more than I thought. And don’t worry, if the first time doesn’t take, you’ll get covered over and over until it does. Fuck, a pretty little thing like you? I’m sure you’ll get plenty of attention even after you’re bred.”

“P-Please don’t… I’ll… I’ll suck your c-cock… you can –mpfh!- put it under my tail… just don’t…” she whimpered, pleading for him to stop even though she’d go berserk if he actually did.

“Don’t worry kitty, we’ll get to that… But for now just-ngh!- Be a good girl and- ugh!- take it!” he said, driving himself so deep that Emma was sure she could feel the tip of his cock brushing against her cervix.

Then again it might have been her pervy brain imagining things. She could feel the head swell within her, throwing a few times until the next throb was followed by a wet, warm sensation, the virile human seed seeping into her fertile womb and sealing her fate. The idea pushed her over the edge and she let out a muffled wail as her body betrayed her, milking the human’s shaft and drawing his seed deeper in. With her behind tilted up there was nowhere for Noah’s spunk to leak and as he climax swept through her mind and body she could feel the warmth spreading through her as she was bred by the sinister human.

*******

“Earth’s true masters…” Emma intoned, keeping her voice cold and disdainful. “Our supposed masters… how long did you humans really think that would last?” she inquired of the male seated on the edge of her bed, looking up at her.

“You were made to serve us…” Noah replied, defiant even as he followed the stalking feline with his eyes.

“Made? Look at me, human. Does this look like the body of a servant?” she asked, striking a pose that showed off her slender limbs, the fine musculature under the exotic fur and the feline grace with which the whole body moved. She even saw Noah swallow past a lump in his throat, but doubted it had anything to do with actual fear. The little role-reversal idea seemed to be doing it for him, and Emma had to agree that she was enjoying this more than she’d expected. “This body was engineered for combat, designed to kill. Shall I put it to its intended use?”

“No. P-please…”

“Please? Such good manners you have, when addressing a supposed ‘animal’. But then you are a smart one. You even worked in one of the growing labs, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes…” Noah replied, going along with whatever was brewing in the tigress’ mind, and trying not to smirk at the fact that once again he was cast in the role of a nerd in their little game.

“Hmm. A smart human, and one that knows a great deal about the body of a female hybrid. That’s why I’ve ordered you be spared, at least for now. A lot of human females have managed to plead for mercy, provided they make themselves… useful. The males among my kind are curious about all that supple soft skin, and quite eager to obtain a human woman as a… pet. But you males aren’t as lucky…” Emma said, trailing off sinisterly as she tossed out the grim details about the overthrow of humanity by armies of enraged hybrids.

“So I am to consider myself lucky?” Noah asked, figuring Emma would have more fun breaking down a defiant captive.

“Why yes, for your life. You see, my sisters haven’t much of an interest in human males. After all, there are stallions out there, wolves stags… how do you think you measure up to them, hmm?” she asked, making a point to trail her palm along the underside of Noah’s exposed erection. It was a silly notion since she might be able to take a wolf if he didn’t mind skipping the knot, but her thighs would clench shut at the thought of being mounted by a stag, let alone a stallion! But she also knew that males tend to have the notion that bigger is always better, so the suggestion that he didn’t measure up was deliciously cruel and spot on for her character. “You value your life, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“I thought so. And your life is in my hands. But I don’t really feel charitable enough to just give you your life. I need to get something in return from you, so if you want your life you’ll have to earn it.”

“Earn it… how?” Noah asked. He had a pretty good idea, but Emma seemed to be enjoying her little monologue, so he did his part and played along.

“By giving me something I can’t get from a hybrid male. They always were headstrong, even before. And now? They’ll never really submit to anyone ever again. And all those newly submissive human females are sure to spoil them. They’ll grow proud and… cocky. True males…” she said, making a dramatic pause as she paced in front of him.

“Enjoyable in their own way… But I’ll have something different. I’ll have a male who can’t afford to be proud, not any longer. A man who will be desperate to please me any time I desire it, submissive as if his life literally depended on it, because let’s face it – it does. I will got to a tiger when I want to mate, but I will come to you when I want to play, when I want to use a male any way my fancy strikes me. And with that in mind…” she said, laying one foot on Noah’s chest before the human found himself pushed over and knocked flat on his back on the mattress.

Emma was so into her new role that she practically pounced on him and the young man wasn’t at all surprised to find his face straddled, with the tigress’ legs on either side of his head and her sex looming above him. It was a breathtaking view, with the plump folds spread apart just enough to show the pink petals glistening between them, proof that his “mistress” was in need of satisfaction. He was wondering when she expected him to start earning his keep when the tigress slammed her hips down and planted that pretty feline flower all over the lower half of his face.

“Mmmhh, that does feel nice. Your first order form your new mistress will be to keep your face shaved. I want a nice smooth seat. I trust you’re enjoying the taste?” she asked, but the reply was understandably muffled. But it did give her a nice fluttery feeling, so she figured she might as well keep the ‘conversation’ going for a little while longer. “Well I guess I can understand that. After all, so many of your kind have used me and left their filth inside my body. But now I have someone to give me a nice and thorough cleaning, don’t I?” she asked, and Noah once again mumbled something she couldn’t make out. He was going for a stubborn defiance kind of thing, judging by the way he was looking up at her.

“Mmh, and you humans certainly have filthy mouths. Why, when I recall all the times I’ve been called a slut, a kitty a… pussy…” the tigress gloated, gently rubbing her slit back and forth along her captive’s mouth. “So why don’t you get to work, and well see if we can wash hat mouth out, hmm?” she cooed, trailing her fingers from her mound and up her flat tummy, leaving a little furrow in the fluffy white fur as she coaxed his eyes up.

The plot aside, this wasn’t the first time Noah was tasting the tigress’ honeypot, but since he’d been the dominant one so far the view was very much a novelty. His vision was framed on either side by striped thighs, and if he looked down and nearly crossed his eyes he could make out the pink of her clitoral hood. After that it was that shade of pure, snowy white that served to outline the perfect delicate musculature of the feline form, culminating in two pert mounds that always looked amazing, but from this angle were threatening to rob him of what little breath he had left. Emma had an ample bust but from this vantage point the tigress’ tits looked huge, especially when the clever cat grabbed hold of each nipple, sighing for effect as she pulled her breasts up just a little before letting them bounce back down.

“Come now. You know I could torture you with thirst. But why not show me what a good boy you can be and just… taste me?” she mock threatened, and after a second of feigned hesitation she felt Noah push his tongue past the lips splayed over his mouth.

Even though her feline flexibility meant she could feel a tongue on her sex whenever she wanted, she had to admit she preferred Noah doing the honor. Part of it was because the bumps covering his tongue were soft, and even when he applied as much pressure as the appendage could manage it felt silky, with just enough texture to make it interesting. Hers – although nimble- was designed by nature to double as a fur brush, and she had to use a feather-soft touch to keep it feeling too intense for comfort.

But another part of it was that Noah was curious and had a loving touch even when he played the part of sinister and loathsome characters. He did a good job of pretending he was forced into doing this, keeping his first few licks timid and tentative before he really dug into her. For her part she did her best to make her smile of satisfaction seem predatory and domineering, and continued to run her hands along her body, stroking and squeezing in order to give her new ‘toy’ a nice show.

“Mmh, I knew I was right to keep a smart one. Such a fast learner…” she crooned, her tail twitching behind her as she flashed a smile that - while mischievous- she knew was far from sinister.

She could tell Noah had still been trying to puzzle out what that toothy grin could mean for him when the rumble began. Emma just tossed her head back as she’d let loose and released something she’d been careful to keep a lid on during their little sessions. After all, nothing could shatter the thin illusion that she was being blackmailed or forced to have sex with Noah quicker than the steady, deep purr that was now filling the room.

Acting aside, he’d heard her moan, gasp and cry out when the peak of orgasm made staying in character seem like a trivial concern, but she’d been holding her purrs back. At least this kind. They were still treating what they had like just kinky fun between close friends, so Noah had never stayed a night. But after they were both spent they would cuddle up a little and she’d let out a soft little purr of a well-sated and slightly drowsy kitty-cat. It was one of several purrs in her arsenal. The soft contented purr, the even softer one she’d sometime let out while sleeping, the ecstatic rapid-fire rumbles she’d let out when her phone beeped to tell her the delivery guy was downstairs with her sushi. And then there was this one.

Noah was taken by surprise by the sound, if he could even call it that. It may have been because Emma was seated on his face, but he was almost certain he would somehow been able to hear this rumble even if he’d been wearing the sort of noise-canceling earphones you see on people working around heavy machinery. It seemed to softly rattle his skull, moving down his spine and along every limb as his muscles twitched in response. The deep rumble could have been mistaken for a low growl if not for the sustained nature of the noise and the obviously happy face of the feline making it.

“That should be music to your ears, pet. You’re making your mistress happy. Now let’s see if we can’t do a little better than that…” she said.

He was still wondering what she was up to when she dug her fingers into his hair, gently at first as if she were petting him, but the firm grip that followed dispelled that notion. He was already pretty much in her cunny but with the hold she now had on his head she still managed to pull him a little closer, her hips starting to move as she took the initiative and began to ride his face. Noah wasn’t sure what to do at this point, so he just did his best to lick, suckle and kiss the feline sex as it was rubbed up and down his mouth, the stiff little clit bumping his nose every now and again and mixing gasps into the low purr coming from his mistress. He was now mashed so close to her that all he could see of the tigress was the stark-white wall of her belly, but judging the way those trim abs were flexing, she was revving up for a hell of a climax.

Emma bit her lower lip at the sight of Noah buried between her thighs, and the sensation of the young man trying to eat her out even as she basically humped the lower half of his face. While she had taken the lead in most relationships she’d been in she’d never really tried the full-on femdom stuff because she always figured it might turn awkward and ruin a good thing. Now that she was free to explore the kink with no strings attached, she realized that while she had a definite weak-spot for being dominated, there was a certain thrill to playing the opposite role.

At first she’d figured she’d just let Noah warm her up and get her ready for the main attraction, but as she felt a tingle build between her legs she knew that she wouldn’t get off her human pet until she got off. She closed her eyes as she leaned into the sensations, her whole body moving in time to her hips as she slid her sex back and forth across Noah’s mouth. Her purring built to a rumbling crescendo, her dripping sex pressed hard against her lover’s face until the rumble broke and she was gasping and moaning as she achieved release. Once her body stopped shaking she released Noah and unstraddled the human’s face, looking a little dazed and shining under a layer of kitty-cum.

“Mmh, not bad. You know, I was going to share you with my sisters, but now I think I’ll keep you for myself.” She mused, a devious idea forming in her mind as she quickly rummaged around in her nightstand before her fingers closed on what she’d been looking for.

Dazed as he was, it didn’t take Noah more than a few seconds to recognize the length of black leather in the smiling tigress’ paw. It had been a sort of prop that he’d gotten for her since she was usually the one playing a ‘pet’. But now that the roles were reversed he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised to find the leather collar being fastened around his own neck, with a sturdy loop hanging from the middle for a chain or collar to be attached.

“There we go. Now lie down on the bed and let your mistress get a good look at you…” she said, with Noah complying a little too eagerly.

Then again, she could hardly blame him. The shaft now resting against his abs looked almost painfully hard, proof that he’d thoroughly enjoyed her riding his face and was looking for more. And he would get it, of course, but the sinister tigress she was playing wouldn’t feel the need to give it to him quite so easily.

“Hmm, I suppose this is worth my time…” she said kneeling next to him and stroking the steely length gently, her fingertips barely brushing the shaft and making the whole thing twitch in a desperate, silent plea for more stimulation. “But you do look close to your limit. A few strokes would probably be enough for this thing to squirt and shrink. Would you be satisfied with that?” she asked.

“N-no! Please…”

“Ahh, the magic word again. Hmm, I do like the sound of a human begging, but I do loathe disappointment. But this has all been fun and games, my little pet. Mating is something else entirely. If I were to let you inside me, I would expect to have certain desires sated. Otherwise, some of my more violent instincts might be riled and you might regret you decision in the last moments of your life…” she said, letting the sinister weight of her words settle on Noah’s mind, while she did the same on his crotch. She swung one leg around him and lowered her sex until her folds were pressed against the underside of his shaft. The sight of the young man clenching fistfuls of sheets was almost enough to make her purr again as she slowly began to slide back and forth, polishing Noah’s hot-dog with her steamy bun.

“So, what will it be pet? Will you put your life on the line just to find out how this feline honeypot would feel wrapped tight around your stiff cock?”

“Yes! Oh God just…please!” the young man gasped, and Emma honestly wasn’t sure if Noah was in character at the moment. Still, there was something in the way he’d said those words that made her a little too eager to keep teasing him.

Noah’s vision had went fuzzy as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming just from the sensation of Emma’s velvety sex essentially hugging his shaft. The sheer novelty of her teasing had caught him unawares, but as the tigress angled his cock up to meet her well-tongued folds he felt a little more confident. Contrary to her sinister speech, he knew that the cat had a very high sex-drive and usually came several times around him before he reached his limit. But he had to admit the set-up and the notion that his life depended on him preforming for his ‘mistress’ did give him goose bumps.

Emma spread her sex open as her hips descended, pausing only briefly with the tip of Noah’s cock half-way into before she slammed her hips down. She’d hoped to coax a groan from her new pet but if he did let one out her yowl had eclipsed it. She realized that she’d fooled herself with all that talk about well-endowed males, forgetting that Noah’s length was very much enough to fill every nook and cranny of her dripping sex. She quickly recovered and followed the slightly embarrassing noise up with a low growl, pretending that it was just her mating instincts kicking in.

She paused a little to let her body adjust to the hard length now buried inside her, and to soak up the lustful gaze Noah was giving her. She could tell form his expression that he was viewing her from quite a flattering angle, so she decided to give him a little show, swinging her hips and writhing sensuously on top of him, moaning softly as the little display caused his cock to move around inside her.

The little side-to-side motions turned into back and forth, her back arching and flexing, her chest thrust out over and over as the feeling of fullness was replaced by tantalizing friction. Her hips soon began to rise on every stroke, the folds of her sex clinging to the smooth, fleshy rod before it was swallowed up once again.

Even though he knew he was supposed to let his ‘mistress’ set the pace, Noah couldn’t help but let his hands rest on the feline’s striped hips as they rose and fell on his lap. Emma didn’t seem to mind, throwing herself into both the role and the physical act of mating, flashing him a fanged smile as she cupped her breasts, letting out another low growl as she tweaked her stiff nipples. She’d been rising a little further on every stroke, and Noah had never noticed when her little lap-dance had changed. She was now riding him, slamming her hips down with enough force to make him bounce up into her, a vigorous tempo that had the tigress’ thick tail lashing behind her like an angry snake. She placed one hand against his abs, trailing it up along his chest until she found the metal loop. Slipping her finger into it she gave the collar a good, hard yank, pulling the startled male up into a sitting position. Noah was still trying to catch his balance when Emma pressed her muzzle to his lips, kissing him deeply and hungrily, perfectly in character of the sinister feline taking what she wanted from her latest toy. When their lips parted he caught a twinkle of mischief in her golden eyes before he found himself pushed back down by the smiling tigress.

“Now fuck me, pet. Fuck me like your life depends on it…” she said, pulling up until nothing but the head of Noah’s cock remained within her, the white breasts rising and falling with every labored breath.

Noah didn’t need to be told twice, especially in that tone. The tigress’ breathy, if not breathless voice had made his desires clear, and as he tightened his grip on his hips gave her what she’d asked for. The cry he’d coaxed from her when he’d first thrust up into her was promising, so he threw caution to the wind and began to buck up into her with everything he had. He could see ripples along her body from the sheer force of the rutting, the way her breasts bounced on that stark-white chest and the mouth-watering sight of the two pink nubs gracing each tear-drop shaped mound. And now that she wasn’t playing a poor kitty suffering the abuse of a rapacious human, he could see the almost wicked grimaces of pleasure cross her face as she flashed her teeth at him, a sinister but incredibly sexy smile.

Emma was close, the wave of pleasure welling up within her and threatening to break at any moment, sweeping her up along with it. She felt like the tip of Noah’s cock was almost but not quite hitting the perfect spot inside her, and after leaning back a little and bracing herself she knew she’d found it when little light began to dance in front of her eyes. Several throaty moans were loosed from her throat, culminating in a cry of delight as the muscles along her abdomen tensed, along with the ones just below it.

To his credit, Noah had managed to resist the coaxing of her sex and keep thrusting a little longer, his already vigorous pace seeming delightfully brutal now that her sensitive walls were clamped down around the human’s shaft. In fact she’d almost been coming down from her peek when she felt his fingers dig into both her fur and her flesh, the cock held in her messy muff driving deep one last time before she felt it throb and flex, pushing a hot white mess even deeper into her body than it could reach.

Noah realized that he’d stopped breathing at some point only when his lungs opened up and sucked in a long drag of air, the sound of his labored breathing failing to muffle the last soft gasps coming from Emma before she collapsed. The flexible feline legs folded neatly under her, the tigress’ slit still just barely holding the tip of his cock within it as Emma’s panting joined his own.

“Are you satisfied… mistress?” he gasped out.

“Mistresh ish away right now. Sh’ said she’d be back in about fifteen minutes…” Emma replied from somewhere between his feet, following it up with a soft, satisfied purr.

*******

“Hey there, sorry I’m late. Hope I didn’t miss anything good.” Emma said as she greeted the two females already seated at a table and waiting for her.

“Nah, we only just got here ourselves…” Brenda said. She was a Dobie and had the hard, dangerous look that was a trademark of the breed. The one seated next to her was Gail and she looked anything but hard and mean, even though going by muscle alone the bovine gal was strong enough to carry the bitch next to her around like a toddler. “…but as for missing anything good, you look a lot more chipper than the last few times we got together. A spring in your step, a swish in your tail…” she mused, an orange eye-brow shaped strip above her left eye lifting suggestively.

“Not that we mean to pry, of course…” Gail, but the cow’s floppy ears were perked up.

“Well I guess I had a few pretty good days lately…” Emma said, but neither of the two females seemed to be buying it.

“Emma, you know what this nose is capable of. Are you really going to make me sniff you?” Brenda said, and the feline rolled her eyes as she gave in.

“Okay, fine! I am kind of… seeing someone.” She said, not wanting to go into the actual details of her and Noah’s relationship.

“Knew it! So what’s he like, this mystery male that made you late for a drink with your best friends in the whole world?” the Dobie asked, her cropped ears pointed at she ceiling as she waited for the tigress to respond.

“I thought you said you just got here?” Emma quipped.

“Well I didn’t want you to feel bad about being late. So c’mon, let’s start with a name…”

“Noah.”

“Okay, now what’s Noah like?” the Dobie asked, and a quick glance at Gail told Emma that while the cowgirl wasn’t about to prod the way the bitch next to her was doing, she was too curious to actually reprimand the Dobie for being nosy.

“Well he’s actually my neighbor. He’s a human and…” the tigress began, wondering how exactly to filter what she and Noah had into something normal people would understand when a groan from the Dobie gal cut her off. “You can’t be bored already! You goaded me into talking about him in the first-place…”

“I think you kind of hit a recent sore-spot of Brenda’s…” Gail said.

“What… because Noah’s a human?”

“No. I mean kinda… I just met my brother’s new girlfriend last week. Nice enough girl – pretty face, slinky body…”

“And let me guess – smooth skin?” Emma finished, getting a nod from the confounded canine. “So what’s wrong? We’ve been fighting segregation, you knew that this was the sort of stuff that’s going to happen once we’ve done it…”

“Yeah and… Look, I’m not like those humans who screams about bestiality at the thought of a hybrid and a human together. Hell, if the right kind of human guy came along I’d give him some tail but…”

“But what’s the problem then?”

“I think he’s really in love with her.” She said.

“Oh, the horror.” Emma replied, getting a crooked grin from the Dobie.

“Yeah, you can call me paranoid, or possessive, but there’s just something about the way they’re like together. I’m pretty sure he loves her as a person, but I’m not sure it swings the other way. Her attraction to him seems a bit… fetishy.”

“Fetish… you don’t mean she’s calling him her puppy or anything like that?” she asked, and she was glad that even though her roleplaying sessions with Noah were much more extreme than that, the idea that someone was actually behaving that way in real life still creeped her out.

“No! In fact it’s kind of the other way around. She… I think she kind of sees herself as a ‘good little bitch’. You know – submissive, attentive to her alpha and all that…”

“And that offends your bad bitch sensibilities?”

“Look, you can laugh all you want, but I’d be willing to bet that girl has a paw-print tattoo somewhere on her body. I mean it’s great there’s all of these young humans so okay with hybrids that they’re willing to date us, but I think they are still just fulfilling a fetish of some kind.”

“Well an actual romantic relationship between a human and a hybrid is still somewhat taboo, so there’s bound to be a few fetishes and fantasies around. Why freak out over a bit of curiosity?” Gail said, calmly stirring her cocktail as the two other females focused on her.

“That… that sounded an awful lot like first-hand experience…” Emma ventured.

“Well as a matter of fact it was…” the cow replied, calmly taking a sip of her drink as her friends stared in stunned silence, both of them wondering how to tactfully phrase the question on their minds.

“And a human male can… you know… be enough for you?” Brenda finally asked.

“I never said it was a male.” Gail replied, looking awfully smug at tricking the two of them into wondering just how big human men could be. “And to answer the question I know is on your minds- or at least on Brenda’s- I’ll urge you to remember all that smooth skin. Smooth hands, smooth forearms…”

“Okay, thanks for that mental image… But what exactly is your point?” the Dobie asked.

“My point is that Alice was a wonderful, freckle-faced girl who didn’t mind braiding her hair in pigtails just so a curious young heifer could satisfy her fantasy of having a cute farm-girl suckling her teats. The point is that they aren’t all to blame for having a few inter-species kinks they are curious about.” The cow said, and it made Emma wonder if she and Noah were more vanilla than they thought, or if everyone else was secretly as pervy as they were.

“Okay, I get that it’s not all on them, but you still proved my point. Fine - humans and hybrids can have meaningful sexual encounters, even ones fondly remembered for years if not decades to come, but that’s still not a serious long-term relationship. I know my brother and I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for the right time to propose, and I’m worried he’ll get his heart broken by a girl who’d rather get a leash from him than a ring. Ughhh, now I’m bumming everyone out. C’mon, let’s change the subject…” the Dobie said, and they did, but the topic stayed with Emma for the rest of the night.

She didn’t really know why it bothered her. She and Noah had been seeing a lot of each other lately, but they were up front with the fact their relationship was all about exploring kinks and fantasies. She’d never really considered having a real relationship with him, but now that Brenda had expressed her doubts that humans and hybrids could ever have anything more than some wild times together, she became obsessed with finding out if the Dobie was right. And she could think of only one way of doing it…

*******

“Hey, you know how I told you I had something in mind for tonight?” Emma asked once both she and Noah were naked and there was no longer any chance of putting it off.

“Yeah. Got something interesting on your mind?”

“You could say that. It’s something we’ve never done before, something I really want to try with you but… I’m kind of nervous about bringing it up.” She said, finally forcing the words from her muzzle.

“Really?” Noah asked, honestly stupefied by the notion. It had been months since their initial misunderstanding, and the months had been… eventful. The two of them had gotten so comfortable about talking and exploring various little kinks and fetishes, and even though they didn’t share all of them they never hesitated to bring anything up. He was intrigued, and just a little bit scared if he were being honest…

“Yeah. It’s just that… I like what we have and I’m kinda afraid of ruining it.”

“Look Emma, if we could freak each ether out like that - just by bringing something up – I think we would have done it by now.” He said, looking the tigress in the eyes and noticing she really did seem hesitant to bring it up. “What is it, some sort of role-play?”

“S-sort of…” she said, taking one last steadying breath. “You be Noah, and I’ll be Emma…” she said.

The words hung in the air for a moment with nothing but silence following them. Emma took a step closer to Noah, rested her hands against his chest and then suddenly kissed him, not because she wanted to, but because she needed to. It was an instinct and it proved to be a good one as after a second Noah returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close. It served to communicate something neither had found the words to express.

After they broke the kiss she laid down on the bed, noting the way Noah had looked at her before covering her body with his. It shouldn’t have been novel to either of them but she could see it in his eyes, the fact that for the first time she was seeing her – not a helpless ‘kitty’ or a domineering mistress. After everything they’ve done this should have felt tame, but Emma still had trouble getting her breath back. The sight of her chest rising and falling had drawn Noah’s eye, and the tigress gasped when he pressed his lips to one of her snowy mounds, her tows curling as he pulled the nipple into his mouth and began to flick his tongue against it. Her hands roamed his body, the feel of his smooth skin under her paw-pads making her fingers tingle, the heat of his body against hers welcome, promising…

When he raised his lips to hers again the tension she realized she’d been carrying since her conversation with Gail and Brenda slipped away from her. The feel of a hard tip against her soft folds was not new to her, but she still shuddered and moaned into their kiss as Noah sank into her. There were no roles now, no dialogue, no props. Nothing to dilute this experience and make it possible for them to claim they were just friends with kinky benefits

He was thrusting into her now, a slow and gentle motion that felt more intense than it had any right to. She found herself arching her back, wrapping her arms around him and pressing his body against hers, desperate for more, for everything he could give her. She felt giddy, unsure whether she felt like laughing or crying, so she just settled for soft moans as she planted soft, urging kisses on her lover’s lips.

Time slipped away from them at some point and Emma couldn’t exactly say when Noah’s gentle thrusts had become forceful, or when she’d went from embracing him to scrapping both her arms and legs around him, clinging to him even though she knew he wouldn’t be leaving her. She felt like she might have climaxed once or twice during their lovemaking, but the heat between her legs remained unsated, the tension only growing.

It was only when she heard him groan into her neck and felt him shudder against her that she achieved true, blissful release. She purred as it washed over her, a deep rolling rumble that spread through her and through Noah, an honest announcement of delight and bliss. They stayed like that, trading kisses as his length grew soft within her and eventually withdrew. She savored the feel of him on top of her and the now comfortable silence enveloping them until she noticed that his skin wasn’t as smooth under her fingers as it had been at the start of their lovemaking.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sensing her sudden tension before she even began to wriggle under him.

“Just… could you sit up? There’s something I have to…” she began but stopped dead when she looked behind her new lover and saw the network of red lines covering his back.

“Oh shit! I can’t believe I… these stupid things…”

“What is it?”

“It’s your back! I… I must have let my claws out…” she said, distressed about the fact that the first time she and Noah had actually made love together she wound up hurting him.

“I did kind of feel you scratching back there…” he said, reaching behind as best as he could and looking at his hand. “I don’t seem to be bleeding. And it doesn’t really hurt… why are you so upset?”

“It’s… there’s a mess of raised red lines all over your back… what if it leaves scars?”

“Well chicks dig scars, don’t they?” he asked, and even though he could see she was strung out that still got a little laugh from her.

“It’s these stupid things.” She said, settling down next to him and staring at her fingers, and the tips of her fingers where her claws were concealed. “I go through the trouble of filing them down just to dull them but they keep sharpening. When… when I saw your back looking like that I thought it might be too much.”

“What do you mean? I told you, I can barely feel anything…” he said, and to prove her point Emma reached for her phone and took a pic of it. “Wow. I guess I can see how it would startle you…”

“Well it’s just… a human woman wouldn’t have given you that, could she? Without even trying? I figured it might freak you out and start you thinking about how… different we really are.”

“Look… we knew we were different species when we started… And if we didn’t let it stop us back then, why should we chicken out now? I’ve never felt as close to a human woman as I do to you. Maybe I never would. I’m certainly not gonna risk losing what we have just because of a few scars.” He said and the kiss he gave her was short, gentle but drove the point home.

“Thanks. And it really doesn’t hurt?” she asked sweetly.

“Not even a little.”

“Well, we’ll see about that. Lie down on your stomach…” she said, getting up and dashing to the bathroom. When she came she found him lying face down, and climbed into bed with him. And after she opened the bottle of antiseptic and touched the first soaked cotton-ball to one of the scratches, she couldn’t help but smile as her brave, stoic Noah hissed at the sting.

*******

It would seem that Brenda had been right, and that her brother and his human girlfriend would be beating her and Noah down the aisle. At least the Dobie had calmed down about the two of them a little, now that her theory had been proven wrong. After seeing her and Noah week after week, she admitted that humans and hybrids might be able to have a regular, romantic relationship without the whole thing resting on some inter-species fetish.

And they all agreed that she and Noah make a great couple, and a very traditional one. As the canine had pointed out, they were so lovey-dovey that they wore matching black collars with their initials in a heart on a little tag. The Dobie obviously thought it was a little cheesy, but she was welcome to the opinion. She might have a different one if she knew about the matching collars with the iron rings, or the spiked ones, or the blindfolds…

They’d left their characters behind since the two of them decided that Emma and Noah loved each other and they liked Emma and Noah, but there was still room in their lives for a little kinkiness…