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Story Description: Two best friends discover that the love they share might be more than platonic...

** ***Unlikely mate (Commission for WhiteWolfMoonHowl )*****

"I still can't believe you went out in this," Jian tugged on his friend's top tank for the third time since they left the apartment. "Look around, Ki, and tell me what you're seeing."

"People?" the Valfen said nonchalantly, his four magenta tipped tails swishing behind him without a single care in the world. Kieran never cared much about anything, be it the honking cars crowded on the highway on his left or the constant barrage of people he had to slide through. Even the weather seemed to agree with him. It might've been bloody cold according to feline standards, but to Kieran's fur, the cold air of this misty night felt much less annoying than Jian's poking.

"Between the people. Everywhere around us," the tiger remarked with an annoyed growl. Jian wore a black hoodie. He said the material kept the cold at bay, when in truth it only kept the beauty of his features concealed.

"Air," Kieran sniffed the smoke-infested air a couple of times. "Smokey air. We gotta move away from these cars mate. C'mon."

Jian pulled his hand back, scoffing. "You're being a smartass again. How comes that every time I listen to your advice, I cannot go for five minutes without a witty comment spurting from that canine mouth of yours?"

Kieran gave his friend a toothy smile. He always enjoyed watching Jian's cute feline muzzle scrunch like a raisin, but this time, Kieran added his nonconformist shrug to it, his four tails waving on and about without a care in the world, just like their owner.

"Grah!" Jian's snarl got a bit of unwanted attention from a couple of people. He shielded his face from the pack of canines that went past him, pretended to sneeze, then the fluff-head actually sneezed, blowing a strand of translucent mucus on his hand.

"Here," Kieran whipped a napkin from his pocket.

Jian nodded his head. Cold weather didn't seem to agree with his fur. Perhaps it was a feline thing, to live in warm climates, but Kieran was staring at a tiger in his mid twenties dressed in full cold weather gear. How he felt cold with warm pants and a shirt underneath his fluffy hoody remained a mystery.

The two friends walked towards the park. It was too late to enjoy a stroll beneath the auburn lights, but at least the air was better around the park's outskirts.

"So what did you want to tell me before my wit interfered with your idea?" Kieran asked as his bare feet squelched on the humid asphalt.

"This. You see it?" Kieran waved his hand around freely now that he was out of the crowd. "This damned puffy thing that had us walk instead of driving like normal people?" the tiger then brushed his head through the thick mist that enveloped the entire city with the coming of evening. "Grrr....I hate this weather a lot more than winter. It's like...the sky can't decide between pissing or sweating, so it gives us this."

Kieran wrapped an arm around the back of the tiger's neck. Jian had the bad habit of taking the smallest things too seriously. "What's that place called again?"

"You know."

"I wanna hear it again. C'mon. Say it like you mean it. This is your night, man."

"Yeah. My night," Jian chuckled, more out of anger than anything else. "Let's just get there before I lose my nerve. This detour costed us a bit of time."

They went back alongside the busy street, past the column of cars and the slouched workers coming from their jobs. Kieran was one of the few that kept their head high. For what it's worth, he enjoyed how the city lights danced through the mist, or how the wet pavement felt under his bare feet. Kieran wore shoes only when rules required it. For anything else, he relied on what his parents gifted him with: a warm coat for the winter, and footpads thick enough to protect him against frostbites.

"To the right," Jian pointed towards a narrow alley.

"Alley of pleasure?" Kieran noticed the sign with the corner of his eye. "Jian...You're not looking to impress ME tonight, are you?"

Kieran got a prompt slap over the head for his quip.

"Now you're making moves on me? You know that if anyone sees us, they'll think-"

"You're a raving lunatic, which isn't that far from the truth," Jian stopped, mahogany eyes squinted with anger. "I know teasing your friends or anyone for that matter comes as a second nature to you, but can you please keep your maw shut for just a minute? I'm going a hundred miles per hour trying to remember what my date likes, and you're yapping and babbling and making all these dirty jokes I have zero interest in listening to right now. Please. Just please, stick to your promise. Just this once"

Jian could be so frighteningly direct when he wanted. His date...what a precious reason to be out in the city. Kieran almost wished he had the night to himself. Then he could treat Jian in any way he wanted.

Almost. As he looked past the tiger's nervous tail, Kieran remembered some things were just too far out of his reach. For the time being, all he could do was endure. Wait for the proper time to arrive.

To keep the negative feelings at bay, Kieran. took the lead -like he should have from the beginning- closely studying the names of the various establishments that tempted the two friends with the smells of a warm, delicious meal.

"Frigarino. Ate the best crusted sausages there," the Valfen pointed out to a modest place ran by two lizard brothers.

"Yeah... you told me about them, but we're not after sausages tonight," Jian stroke a claw through his chin. "Blue something...blue sea, blue ocean. What was the name of that pub?"

"The Blue Tide. It's just up ahead," Kieran pointed out. "A bit on the cheap side, but it'll do."

Jian slowed to a stand still. "What do you mean on the cheap side? All evening you've been all smiles and excitement, and now you're telling me that-"

"Not a place gentlemen like you deserve, Ji. Now let's go," Kieran patted Jian's shoulder. "I need at least ten minutes to put you through the steps. Fifteen, if you keep acting like a damsel in distress."

Kieran walked towards the entrance. He almost forgot about Jian when the tiger came from behind like one of those thugs, whispering with a coarse, creepy voice. "One of these days, I'm gonna make myself a warm coat from that fluff of yours."

If only he had the courage to actually back his words with real action...

Kieran dragged his voice. On cue, Jian moved out of the way of the two black bears that came out. The Blue Tide looked like a sailor's place not because of the charismatic letters flowing along the azure waters above the entrance. The smell didn't have anything to do with it either.

It was the people. From the moment Kieran stepped in, he flattened his ears against the tide of curses that tried to worm their way inside his head.

"Here. I reserved a table," the tiger said over the rumbling din of the pub.

"You slid through the fable?" Kieran shouted in his friend's ear "Never done it with a book before, but I'm not one to ever say no to things like-"

Jian grabbed Kieran's hand and took him on a journey through the rows of packed tables. Kieran's tails toppled drinks, brushed against snarling faces, even prompted a coyote to pull with all his might in hopes to fight the stupid oaf that spilled his drink. He had to think twice about his proposal once Kieran turned around to face him.

"Freaking hell," Jian sighed with relief after he crashed his fluffy arse into the red padding of a wooden chair. "In one minute, your thrice-damned tails made us a dozen enemies."

"Sure, sure. I'll tie them up next time. Maybe even use them to brush the dust off your floor."

"Or you can just shift into something smaller. They have no rules against ferals."

"I'm sorry, but if I knew you'd take me out as a dog tonight, I would've picked a better place."

"Not to mention a leash," Jian chuckled. He pulled his hoodie down, offered one of the menus to Kieran -who sat down after he said his piece- then started browsing through the delicious beverages the Blue Tide had to offer.

Kieran was content on just admiring Jian's fangs. He whispered when he read, giving delightful glimpses of those snow white fangs until the waiter made him clamp his muzzle shut.

"Hey there, chaps. My name's Dan, and I'll be your smuggler for the night. What should I bring from the pirate's hoard first?"

Jian thought for a bit before answering. "Uhm...I think I'll take the ginger ale. It's a sweet drink, perfect for this dreadful weather."

"Warms you up too," the coyote waiter wagged his tail faster when his leaf-green eyes found Kieran. "You look like the whiskey type, am I right? Close, maybe?" he giggled with a friendly smile.

"Not even close," Kieran grabbed the canine's tail, rubbing the fluffy tip under his chin with a slow, tantalizing stroke. "Give me something sweet. Creamy. Mrrr...I love how a groomed tail feels like. You've taken very good care of your tail, Dan."

"Makes me wish I had more than one, eh?" the coyote's eyes widened when Kieran showed him not one, but four bushy tails. "That's...wow. I mean, I know exactly what to get," the coyote retrieved the menus, his eyes never leaving Kieran. "Don't worry, it's on the house. Not paying a single dime."

"Thanks Dan. You're a really awesome pirate."

"Yeah, that's awesome," Jian too clapped his hands. "Canine appreciation day all the way."

"You got it, bud! I'll get your drinks in a minute. Enjoy the night you two!" the coyote saw himself back towards the counter, mumbling loud enough under his breath. "Four tails...bloody hell, where did he get them from?"

"He might've rummaged a bit too much through the pirate's booty," Jian looked after the babbling coyote. "Do you think he's drunk, Ki?"

"Meh. I've seen a lot weirder. In school, the was this teacher who passed me just because I had purple hair. How wicked is that?"

"Yeah. Wicked," Jian scoffed. "Must be awesome to be the star of the group. Free drinks, free grades. What's next? Free dates?"

"Had those too," Kieran smiled. "Who dares wins. It's what I always say."

"Yeah, well, you should see how being average feels like," the tiger looked towards the window. "I never got the recognition I deserved. Not even once. My parents wanted a doctor in the family, my sports teacher failed me because I got sick on the exam day, and my friends..." Jian shook his head. "I'm not even going to talk about those or I'll ruin this entire night."

"Good point there, buddy," Kieran fist bumped his friend's apprehensive fist." The only thing you'll plunder tonight is some fine ass booty, so let's get to it!"

The coyote came back a minute later. Kieran didn't need to ask to know where the creamy Frappucino belonged.

"Here you go, sir," the canine brought his bushy tail around his body as he offered the Frappucino to Kieran. "I made sure to choose the same color: coffee with milk. And for you I have the pirate's ale. An Garde, you scurvy buccaneer!"

"I asked for ginger ale," Jian said.

"That's exactly what you got, pirate. Just figured that name sounds better," the coyote's claws scratched the wooden boards as he spun back to the counter. "Just shout my name if you need anything else. And by that, I mean...absolutely anything."

Kieran pondered. As that warm, silky tail flowed along his muzzle, he was a bit tempted to make his way into the pub's belly and request a special kind of service from a fellow canine.

Just a bit. After three seconds, he pulled onto the waiter's tail so hard poor Dan ran his way back singing the most wonderful serenades.

"That was brutal," Jian remarked. "Couldn't you just tell him to bugger off?'

"Not if we want him to stay away. Look at this," the Valfen pushed the Frappucino forward. "You know what this is, right?"

"A creamy drink?" Jian lifted an eyebrow to earn a sigh from his friend.

"Dear cat, you need to go out a lot more often. It's an ejacu-latte. Get it? He wanted to bang my brains out. Made the connection after he saw my tails. I think he has a thing for them."

"I'm not going to fall for your gay jokes in a public place," Jian looked at his watch. "Fuck, we're running late as it is. I think our warm and comfy night is about to turn into 'How to get girls 101 in ten minutes or less'. Say it, Kieran. I'm doomed."

He wasn't. What Jian needed throughout his whole life was a mere spark of confidence.

"Jian, you've learned how to use the computer before I could write coherent sentences. Read hundreds of books. Know things I can only dream of. Your way of talking, the kind of humor you have...this has nothing to do with failing to get the girl. Females like confidence, and that's what I'll be giving you tonight. Are you ready?"

Jian slowly grabbed his mug. "You're bloody good at teasing, mate. I'll give you that."

The two enjoyed their respective beverages. There was nothing better than a sweet drink on a cold night according to Kieran. The Valfen lapped from the same place to preserve the chocolate striped cream on top of his drink, but after only a few licks the creamy mountain toppled over, and Kieran loosened his tongue with Jian and his Frappucino both. He was in the middle of 'what girls want' lecture when Jian's eyes widened like two chocolate truffles.

"That's...that's her! Twelve o' clock!"

Kieran chanced a look at the clock mounted just besides the wide screen TV. "We've got three more hours to go before midnight mate."

"Behind you, wolf brains!"

There were so many people though. Some got up to leave. Others went to the bathroom. Kieran kept scanning the crowd for a hot feline, but his eyes kept wandering to Dan, whose lips still trembled whenever their eyes met.

"Dan's not going to bother us. We have that covered."

"Kieran. Kieran," Jian grabbed onto the Valfen's hand, then shoved him across the table close enough for their noses to touch. "My date is here. My freaking date. The cheetah in the black dress. I'm not prepared. Fuck, I'm going to screw this up. She's gonna think I'm a schizophrenic weirdo."

"Plan B," Kieran got two headpieces from his pocket. "Stick this in your ear."

"She'll see. Dude, she's looking at us!"

"Jian, I'm sorry for what I have to do," Kieran said, then banged the tiger's head against the table. "That's what you get for crossing me, punk!" he shouted loud enough for the entire pub to hear him. "Fail me again, and I'll take more than a drink from you, got it?"

"Sir," Dan the coyote bounded over. "We don't allow that kind of behavior here."

"I'm leaving anyway," Kieran downed the mead in one go, despite how disgusting that bittersweet taste felt on his tongue, then gave the middle finger to everyone inside. "See you next time, wankers."

The pub barely moved. Only Dan seemed to care, his ears splaying when Kieran went into the cold. He didn't plan on leaving though. The Valfen sneaked along the building, hiding behind a pillar that stood conveniently close to Jian's table.

"Jian. Can you hear me?"

"As much as I hate to admit," the tiger rubbed his sore muzzle. What the hell was that about? You almost broke my teeth."

"Exit strategy," Kieran said. "Adjust your piece. You've got maybe five seconds before she looks back at you."

"No shit," the tiger ducked his head to scratch at his neck. "She's coming. What should I say to her? That a weirdo stole my drink? She'll ditch me in ten seconds, not five."

"Listen to my instructions and act like yourself. We'll decode that bitch in a moment."

Jian grumbled something about manners before the cheetah placed her lithe hand on the chair next to him.

"Hey there, tiger," she said with a warm, seductive voice.

"Uhm, hello. Please, take a seat. Drinks should be here in a moment, and just...yeah. Ignore the asshole that sat here. I told him my date's seat doesn't need warming since she's already hotter than the sun, and yeah. That's when he lost it."

"Mrrr, it's just the two of us now. Us and the drinks."

"Yeah. Sure. Waiter. Waiter! They're always so lazy when things get crowded" Jian flicked his hand repeatedly. Dan was there in a moment, and while the cheetah chose her free drink, courtesy of Jian's chivalry, Kieran looked her over. Curly black hair, straightened eyebrows, a more than average dress to hide her sculpted body behind...she must have been a player for sure.

Once he took the orders, Dan left behind a smiling tiger and a cheetah whose interest in this date was as obvious as the phone she was fondling in her hand. She nodded her head, and every once an again said a couple of words, but Jian never got more than a few yesses or noes out of her.

"Mhm. Oka. So how long till my thistle tea arrives?"

Jian's untimely chuckle made her frown.

"What? You're not the tea type I take it?"

"I don't think pirates drink tea, but yeah. Tea is good. Almost as good as you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kieran closed his eyes.

"Jian. Jian, stop. She didn't dress like a movie star to make cheap jokes and talk about tea. Just look at that wriggly bush she wears on top of her head. I bet she invested over two hours in it. Compare it with...the waves of the sea. It's a pirate place, yeah? So make her feel like a tide mistress or better, a mermaid."

"What?" Jian grabbed onto his ear.

"Wha? I haven't said anything," the cheetah tilted her head. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Oh, nothing," Jian stuttered. "I just...your hair is lovely. Reminds me of this tale I've read about a mermaid. Johanna the Tide mistress?"

"Never heard of it, but keep going," the female leaned her chin on her palm. "I'm intrigued to see where this goes, kitty cat."

"You see...Johanna was the most beautiful woman in the known world. A simple gaze was all it took for men to worship at her feet. For years, she delighted in the embrace of her followers, until one day, her lovers heeded the call of the sea. No matter how loud she shouted, how she clung on to the arms of the departing sailors, Johanna's voice could not match the call of the sea."

"But she did something, right? I wouldn't let my guy desert me like that."

"Yes...yes she did," Jian continued. "Maddened with envy, Johanna threw herself into the sea. How comes this woman, who spanned farther than the eyes could see; a cold expanse of nothingness, steal the hearts of her lovers? For days she slapped, clawed, and cursed at the waters. Her strength waned. Her spirit dimmed. With her last breath, Johanna cursed the sea with bitterness and despair."

"Oh, I get it. It's one of those fables where everyone dies at the end," the cheetah said. "I think I'll-"

"No. The sea striped Johanna of all her mortal vices, turning her into one of its children. She became a mermaid, to sing and love for all eternity."

The cheetah picked her drink from Dan's hand. "Kinda boring, really. How beautiful was this Johanna again?"

"Let's just say you remind me of her," Kieran said. "Say that, followed by...her eyes. You can't dare to lose yourself in her eyes because you're afraid of besmirching the beauty of her fine feline features. Compare her dark cheetah tears with her hair, and poke a comment at her dress."

Jian took a deep breath. "Mira, if Johanna was here, she would be envious of your beauty. Your eyes bear the clearest waters; a sky so blue I lose myself in. I cannot hope to match your gaze for more than a moment, because...that would be an insult to your sleek, beautiful face."

The female blinked a few times. "Oh...oh my...Jian...I haven't expected you to-"

"I'm not done yet," the tiger leaned closer. "Cheetahs always intrigued me. How can something so agile, so...delicate hide such fierceness within? It is a deception; a trick to ensnare the senses before you deliver the fatal bite...but you won't cry," Jian traced a finger along the female's dark tears. "No...for your carry a piece of the night's veil with you, calm, serene, like the curls of your hair. I've never seen a black sea, you know...but you make me feel like I'm there, watching the waves...losing myself in them."

"Ok, Charming. Point taken," Mira took a sip from her drink, crossed her legs, scratched behind an ear. She was getting more than excited. "What else have you observed about me tonight, tiger?

"Paws. Paws! Forget the stupid dress."

"Paws," Jian pointed at one of Mira's bare feet. "No wonder you're so elegant. Walking on bare toes must've really trained your sense of balance."

"Yeah, it did. I can't stand to wear shoes like those humans. It's like...they lost contact with what they really are. That's what happens when you live in a fake world. You become what you create."

"Massage her foot. Do it right, and she's all yours, tiger."

Jian hesitated for a bit, then Mira flexed her toes, and that clue was enough to get his hand in the right place. A hearty purr burst from the cheetah's throat when Jian's warm hands kneaded on her foot pads, her muzzle contorting in funny ways as sheer pleasure ascended along Mira's body.

"Yawwrr...oh, excuse me," she pulled her foot back with am embarrassed chuckle. "The feline in me gets a bit frisky when someone touches me there. Are you into paws by any chance?"

"Oh God...she's one of those. Jian, I think it's better to dump her skinny ass. You DON'T want to jump in bed with a paw lover."

"They intrigue me, just like their owner."

Kieran put his ear piece back into his pocket when the two got up from the table. It was obvious from Mira's trembling legs how excited she was about the prospect of receiving a foot massage in a secluded environment. Jian too seemed pleased with his achievement. What a cheap shot, to go on his own right at the very end.

Was this the end?

Not by a long shot. Kieran ran into the nearest alley. His top tank flowed along his elongating body. Kieran had but to think about his feral form, and he walked out of his jeans as a huge feral wolf. No clothes were worth more than his friend, so he abandoned everything he had in that damp, dirty place and followed Jian at a distance. The crowd turned from nuisance to advantage, and no matter where they turned, Kieran's fine nose always found the scent: Jian's, soft and pleasant, mixed with that crone's strident perfume. She gripped the tiger like a possession, and her words -those sweet, poisonous whispers- tempted Kieran to intervene more than once.

The two stopped at a block's entrance. Jian invited Mira inside -even though it was her home he went to -then saw himself inside. A door. That's all that stood between Kieran and his best friend. The Valfen paced around. Five minutes passed. Ten. What were they doing up there? Making out most likely. Mira's lithe hand slid down Jian's belly, and the tiger growled, snarled, and hissed as his bulge -the shelter of his wet, sensitive cock- was besieged by a vain creature who'd abandon him right after she serviced her needs.

Kieran latched himself onto the first person that came towards the building, an elderly bear with an appreciation for canines.

"You are too big for a wolf," the ursine's thick fingers ruffled through the valfen's fur. "Four tails? Back in my days, wolves carried a single one. Are you sure you're not lost?"

Kieran pointed his nose towards the intercom.

"Yes, yes. I'll get you inside in a moment. Not that you'd be cold with all this fuzz."

Kieran almost found himself panting with gleeful pleasure. The bear opened the door, and all the magic of the petting was gone. Kieran rushed upstairs. Fifth floor. Apartment thirty nine.

Kieran pushed his ear against the door's mahogany frame. A very particular set of sounds came from inside. And the smells...the wicked scent of stinging perfume once again empathized the female's self-obsession.

The sound of steps settled down. Luckily, the bedroom must have been pretty close to the entrance, for Kieran heard even the teasing whispers voiced out by the cheetah. She jumped on the bed, judging by the creaking sound.

"Stand in front of the bed, big boy. You and I are going to play my favorite game. Did you ever strip with your friends?"

"I...erm...what?"

Jian was back to his insecure self.

"Poker strip? Strip dare? Drink and strip?"

"I didn't have that kind of friends. Did you?"

"Duh," Mira drawled. "I must've seen my first dick before you even knew what an erection is. That fine rod belonged to a black wolf that shagged me a couple years later. I wanna live through the same experience. Mrrr, yes. Let's do it at the same time, ok?"

Jian muttered some sort of agreement, and then the party started. Growls of the softest intensity poured out of Mira's charming muzzle. Moans of desire rippled through the door, soaked into Kieran's fur to wash along his maleness. The Valfen held himself back with all his might. This was his friend's moment, not his. It felt more than improper to extract sexual pleasure from Jian's first time, even if he did it with that perfumed slut. Kieran's throat rumbled without his accord when he imagined that witch humping the life out of his friend. Standing on top of Jian, she thrust, and slapped, and thrust thrust thrust, tits bouncing above Jian's snarling face as he was slapped from one side to the other by her bony hands.

Fool. Don't ruin this moment by turning Mira into a dominatrix. She's a cheetah. Just a scrawny, pampered bitch in need of a good ride, Kieran thought as he nosed around the moistened tip of his sheath. Oh, his own virile musk smelled so enticing whenever he thought of sex. Kieran dashed his tongue around his entrance, pulled back into his maw to savor his taste, then licked again, and again, slowly uncovering the purple tip of his maleness.

"Oh, Mr Tiger...you've got a pretty toned body there. Do you hit the gym after your shift? No no, let me guess. Security agent."

"I'm...yeah, I work in security," Jian rushed his words. "You've got a pretty awesome body too. Very...sleek."

If only the same applied to Jian. He might have played along for now, but once he jumped in the bed, Mira would definitely realize neither those hands or Jian's barbed member matched the confidence of a security guard.

"I'm on a diet of sea fruit and vegetables. Plus, I work the gym three hours per day. I can't imagine how it feels to be fat. I've seen this cheetah who was thrice my size. Ugh. Total turn-off. Now, what's your favorite part? The tits...or the cunt?"

The sound of Kieran's lapping filled the silence. Half of his member was out, the outline of his knot painfully visible within his sheath. Kieran licked along the hardened meat to sample the scent of his balls, then rounded his tip with fast, eager strokes to match his increasingly vivid imagination.

"So?" Mira asked with a sweet, teasing tone. "You like?"

Jian coughed. Poor cat. A feline's pussy must have been a truly distressing sight to quicken his breath that much.

"Y-yeah...you're...wet. I mean, you're great."

"And what you like most is..."

"Paws. Your paws. Curling claws are cute when they do that."

"Maybe I'll use one of them on your kitty cock, hmm?" the bed creaked again. "Ever did it with a paw before, tiger? It's not as wet as my crack, but I can twist and grab in ways you never imagined. Oh, you've got quite the bulge there, kitty cat. Let me see it. All of it."

A slight thump came from the room. Jian just dropped his pants, and the thought of his moistened cock jutting into the air warmed Kieran more than any female pussy ever did. He pushed against his knot with his nose, thrusting towards his maw. He imagined Jian looking at him with those cute, pleading eyes. So hard. So aroused. Almost begging to cum.

And Kieran inched towards him, breathing in that sharp, masculine fragrance, approaching Jian's barbed head more, and more, until he almost took the tiger's needy shaft inside his hot, salivating maw.

"Ghahaha! Yaaaaa hahahaha!"

The Valfen's head jerked against the door at the sound of that crackling laughter. For a moment, he feared for an untimely discovery, but Mira's strident cries spanned over half a minute.

"What? What's...what's wrong?" Jian's voice all but crumbled into an unsteady mewl. "Did I...do something weird? Something that..."

"It's not your cock, melon head. You're what's wrong! You, with your fatty belly and that barbed gun you pointed at me. Gosh. I don't think I ever saw something so ugly in my life. It's like a squid entered your balls, procreated with them to give birth to that. Put it away before I puke. PUT IT AWAY!"

"But..."

"But what? What? Are you too stupid to figure this out on your own? This isn't a date, freak. It's not even a fuck night. I mean, I tried to make it work, but...just take a look in the mirror, you sorry wanker. You're a three trying to mate with a ten. Fuck, you don't even have enough money to pay me."

Kieran snarled at the door, tempted to just burst in and teach that bitch some well deserved manners.

"Wait. Please wait. I'm trying to understand...I did everything you said, and-"

"I got it on my phone," Mira said. "Your pathetic blabbering, your sculpted body, that dripping thing that jumps up and down like a schizophrenic dog. Derek is going to love this one."

"De-Derek? You're with...with another guy?"

"Gee, one of the most popular youtubers? My real boyfriend? Honestly, I've got no idea how people like you can even live. Who'd hire such a loser? Who'd even consider swallowing your filthy cum? I can't even look at your cock without puking, so get out."

"Mira...please. Everything was going so well. Let's just try to-"

"In your head, bean bag.! God. I need to set some higher standards for my targets, but you weirdoes are popping up everywhere. You're like a virus. A plague that you can never be rid of. Stop staring at my cunt and get out. Get the fuck out of my home before you cum on my floor, you deranged prick!"

Kieran shifted into his anthro form seconds before Jian burst out of the apartment, eyes filled with tears. When he noticed Kieran, the tiger threw himself into the Valfen's arms, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

"She filmed me. Her boyfriend, Derek...they're going to post it all over the internet."

"Easy. I heard what happened."

"No, no you don't get it!" Kieran found his head grabbed between Jian's trembling hands. "They'll see me. They will all laugh at me. Please...please do something. You can't let her get away with this!"

"I won't," Kieran squeezed his friend tight against his naked chest. "Nobody's pissing on my friends like that. No one."

Kieran remained by the apartment's door. He sent Jian two levels below to collect himself. Everyone needed some time alone after such a traumatizing experience. As for him...he had a plan that was going to make everything right again.

Mira needed a bit of time to pamper up, but sure enough, she came out in her black dress, her aquamarine eyes narrowing with delight at the treat waiting beside her door.

"Oh my... Naked. And big," she licked her sharp fangs enticingly at the sight of the naked male standing beside her door. "What got you here in such a hurry, big boy?"

"Your allure," Kieran brushed along her curvaceous hip. "I was just on my way upstairs when I overheard what happened inside. Rough date?"

"Nah. Just the ordinary looser who stretches far beyond his reach. I'm not about to offer myself to every horny kitty, but you..." the female grabbed onto Kieran's naked balls without any sort of reservations. "Mrrr, you seem like the kind of alpha male I need. Rrrripe. Muscular...with four lovely tails to cover this perky butt!"

As soon as she finished, she slapped Kieran over the ass, a gesture that only made the male smile all the wider.

"Been a while since I've done a feisty feline."

"Oh, I bet you haven't emptied these in a while," her fingers caressed and pumped around the jiggly spheres. "You smell like a dog ready to pound his bitch. Arrrh...I'm moistening at the thought of your coarse fur thrusting against my back. Can you do me like a dog, big boy?"

"I can shift into one if that gets you going."

Mira's eyes lit up like a candle. She grabbed Kieran's arm, then dragged him into a crammed alley behind the block. Her tongue played along her lips far too often, and her hands wrinkled her dress long before Mira bent over to expose her soaked lingerie.

"I want you..." her voice trembled with lust as her shaky hands struggled to separate the dress from her panties. "I want you to lick me like I'm the last bitch on this Earth. Gosh...how much I craved to be fucked like a beast. Suck my cunt, puppy. Drink as if my juice is the last thing you'll ever taste. I'm gonna fill your mouth until you choke, then I'm gonna rub my clit around your nose. My smell is going to be the only thing you feel, baby...right after you suck me."

She kept babbling about her fantasies and she still didn't get out of her dress.

"Do you...need a help with that?"

"NO!" Mira's sharp voice softened. "Change into feral while I take this fucking dress off and just...smell my cunt or something, but don't lick until I tell you to. This needs to be perfect. Oh God, oh God... so purrrfect."

Mental as she was, Mira had a fair point. Everything had to align in order for her to remember this lesson for the rest of her life.

The pampered cheetah lost her patience halfway through the undress. She clawed her dress into the ground, then ripped her panties apart to fully expose her dripping gender, a small patch of flesh that impressed through smell rather than sight.

Kieran took a deep breath. Instincts flared within his belly. The Valfen used this primal energy to shift into his feral form. He dropped on his haunches, panting right away from the fertile miasma that permeated the air around him.

Mira turned around with a gasp. "Oh my...you didn't bullshit me. You're really a dog...a beautiful one at that. Oh, you look so fluffy... and your cock is so big..."

Kieran endured her grabby petting as the female explored him like an excited school girl. Her hands washed along his form while her nose sniffed through his fur as if she was a canine officer. Mira went lower, and lower...her purr flaring a pitch higher when her slim fingers wrapped around Kieran's fat sheath. A hum of admiration burst out of the cheetah's maw, before she dropped on her fours to lap at the exposed cock tip like a ravenous animal.

Kieran couldn't bear that barbed tongue more than a second. He startled back with a yelp, forcing the horny cheetah to regain her composure.

"It...tastes so good," she played her tongue along her snarling lips. "More...put it in me, baby. I want to feel the seed leave your balls, puppy. But first, you're going to treat me like your bitch," She turned around, tail swishing above the gooey strands dripping from her cunt. "Lick me, doggy. Suck my dripping clit as if it's the best thing you ever tasted."

Kieran let his instincts guide his tongue towards that nest of warm flesh. He took one whiff, two...

Then felt the cheetah's flesh tremble under the slow caress of his tongue. Mira whimpered, pushing her ass into his muzzle, demanding a lot more from her horny dog.

Kieran closed his eyes. If only her behavior was as sweet as her taste, maybe...just maybe he could have taken her just like she wanted: like a bitch in heat, desperate to be filled. For now, he stuck to licking. Three slow strokes to cleanse the arousal from her cunt, then fast, eager licks that besieged her shelter like a broad, juicy cock.

Mira couldn't hold back more than a couple of heartbeats. She tensed all up, shuddering from every part of her body as the valfen's tongue pushed into her cunt. Her tail trembled in the air, her claws curled inwards, and her muzzle burst with a high pitched scream that matched the intensity of her orgasm.

Her first squirt took Kieran like an arrow to the nose, clogging his nostrils with clammy femcum. The Valfen sneezed with all his might, then continued to feast on the cheetah's spasming vent while Mira worked the lust out of her body through sharp throbs, a hand clutching her muzzle to smother her yowl into a long, needy whimper.

She finished within less than ten squirts. Flames of passion danced around Kieran's member. The Valfen cleaned his muzzle, then peeked between his legs, where a small puddle formed underneath his oozing tip. He wasn't completely unsheathed, but he was close...too close for his liking.

"Gosh..." Mira exhaled a drawn out breath. "That was the best licking I had in years. C'mon. Get up," she slapped her butt cheek. "If your cock's as good as your tongue, I'm gonna spend my whole night in this alley, panting like a whore for your big, gorgeous cock."

Oh...she would love that, wouldn't she? To be taken. Filled by a knot too large to fit in. Kieran was sorely tempted to give her the rough pounding she deserved...

Until Jian's tear-filled eyes appeared in his mind. This mean bitch deserved to be treated in the same way she treated his friend. Kieran wrapped his forepaws around her hips, licked her nape a few times, then sought her cunt with rapid thrusts of his cock.

"Ooohhh yeah...Oh yeah...almost there, babe. Sheathe your cock in me. Fill my belly with your lovely pups."

She climaxed on the spot when Kieran entered her with his tip, squeezing hard and fast around the cock sunk into her passage. Gods...how tight she was. More eager to breed than a bitch at the height of her heat. Kieran slid in all the way to his knot, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure. Spurt after spurt of pre-cum erupted inside the cheetah's passage, moistening her like a pool of living heat, urging him deeper...begging him push all the way through and let his sperm ducts swell with fertile seed. Since his knot was too big to fit inside, Kieran let the cheetah's orgasm fade, then humped her nice and slow, stretching her needy passage with his rock hard shaft.

"Mraarrrhhh...you're so big...Deeper. Mrrrhh...cum inside me. Take me...like a bitch, you big bad boy."

Kieran thrust faster, and faster. His balls swung below his overly stretched sheath, whose tightness kept his knot in a constant state of arousal. His tongue came loose, and in a few minutes, even his muscles started to ache.

"Mmmmclose," Mira moaned. "Knot me baby. Cum inside meeeeeeeee!"

Kieran ripped his engorged cock out just when her cunt needed it most. Mira's orgasm splattered over the cold ground. That wasn't what she wanted. She tried to look back, to move...but her own body betrayed her. While she was busy moaning her heart out, Kieran shifted back into his anthro form, bundled up her belongings, then ran into the night, leaving the bitch that betrayed his friend with nothing but the fur on her body.

With the help of his nose, Kieran found Jian halfway back to their apartment.

"Woof! Mrrr, woof!"

"Gah, stop that!" The tiger pushed the licking Kieran off his chest. "What are you, a dog?"

"Partially," Kieran licked Jian's ear one more time. "Technically, I'm a bird-dog-cat kind of thing, but you already know that."

"Yeah," the tiger sniffed at the air. "You smell...interesting. Had a fun time with the creature?"

"At first maybe. She was really deep into ferals, so I teased her until she splattered the ground with her cum."

"Bleargh," Jian made a wry face. "You tasted scorpid venom. Remind me to stay away from you tonight."

"Actually, she had a rather sweet taste. Like...lemon tea. Or peach. I don't think there's anything warm left in her head after I ditched her. She kept begging for me to do it, you know."

"Yeah yeah. Always the charmer," Jian leaned closer. "So what did you do with her phone?"

"Smashed it, drowned it, then threw it in the trash along with her dress, panties, and whatever else she had in her purse. I could've done this the aggressive way, but-"

"This is better. Far better," Jian smiled, wrapping an arm around Kieran's neck. "Now she knows what it feels like to be ditched like garbage."

The comfort of his simple, three rooms apartment lightened Kieran's mood. He wiped his feet with a damp cloth, then dropped on the sofa to browse through whatever was on the TV. Jian went to the bathroom, probably to solve some unfinished business. With an ear aimed in the bathroom's direction, Kieran pretended to watch the news. Mrs Perdy had the voice of a singer, but with the TV's sound reduced to almost zero, it was almost impossible to enjoy it.

Jian came out way too fast. Still, Kieran gave him the benefit of the doubt. Many of the felines he knew barely lasted more than twenty strokes.

"So," he slammed his hand on the sofa to get the tiger's attention. Jian's ears perked with interest, but just for a moment, as the kitchen seemed the better place to be.

"So what? You want me to fix you a sandwich?"

"Nah, I'll cook," Kieran jumped off the sofa. "What do you wanna eat tonight?"

"Steak is fine."

"Steak is always fine. Why not meatballs, or pasta?" Kieran leaned his head on Jian's shoulder with a mischievous smile. "I've read about something called an orgasm pizza yesterday, so you know...if you feel like sharing yourself with me, I'm in."

"Dude, that's disgusting. I'm not cumming where I eat, thank you very much."

Kieran accompanied his friend on the short way to the kitchen. "So your cum is reserved only for toilet paper?"

"Why got you so interested in my mating habits?" the tiger shook his head, a tint of irritation spreading along his muzzle. "I've told you time and time again I'm saving myself for the right partner."

"You mean, there's a chance you and I-"

At that point, Jian lunged into the kitchen and shut the door inches away from Kieran's nose. Fine. A bit of time alone never killed anybody.

But then a few minutes became dozens. After forty minutes of browsing the internet, Kieran knocked on the door.

"Jian. Open up. We need to-"

The door slid open, revealing Jian's furrowed eyebrows. He had his claws unsheathed, even the ones on his feet, so Kieran buried his joke within his throat and let his friend speak his piece.

"If I hear another cock joke, I'll head back to my place. Deal?"

"Deal, deal. Now let me cook you fluffy bastard."

Judging from the savory smell, Jian already took care of that. Two plates stood on the table, carrying bacon wrapped meatballs bathed in gravy over a mountain of noodles.

Kieran was more than impressed. Swallowing the pent-up saliva that gathered in his mouth, he turned to his friend and dashed a fond lick across his cheek.

"Rrrr..." a tremor rushed along the tiger's entire body. "I have to get used to these dog habits of yours."

"Handshakes are for strangers."

"And hugs for family members, right?"

"Yeah, kind of. Licks feel more personal in my view, but anyway, this looks absolutely delicious. When the hell did you learn how to cook?"

Jian ruffled his hand through Kieran's hair, then took a seat at the table. They ate for the better part of an hour, talking about traveling in faraway places. The mountains always intrigued Kieran, with their hidden valleys and vast forests stretching around their base. He wanted to take Jian into a one week trip; to connect him to his wilder side, and the tiger agreed -as long as they slept in different tents. Kieran managed to bargain for a single big tent, with an optimal sleeping distance between the two of them. Jian was weird like that, though Kieran found it interesting -even arousing- to feel the tiger's erection push between his butt cheeks.

"G'night, you big lazy dog."

"Woof woof," Kieran mumbled sleepily before an idea occurred to him. "Do you want me to guard you tonight, Jian? I don't mind sleeping on the ground, you know."

"You can sleep on the balcony for all I care. Just don't jump me in the middle of the night. Two males sharing the same bed is odd, feral or otherwise."

Kieran discarded his clothes on his bed, then entered Jian's room. As a feral, he reached up to the tiger's waist, and even Jian looked at him with different eyes, kneeling down to give the anthro-turned-wolf a thorough rubbing.

"You're kinda cute when you turn into a dog, do you know that? Shiny eyes, long muzzle, two very restless ears," Jian laughed as he poked them with his finger several times. "I'd let you sleep in my bed, but..." he leaned closer to Kieran's ear. "You've got a pair of apples that shames all the males I know. That, along with a dog's innate humping habits."

Kieran whined. He pushed his head into Jian's chest, forcing the tiger to mellow down with fluffy nuzzles.

"Ok, ok...What the hell, eh? It's just bed sheets anyway," the tiger pulled the blanket aside. "Hop in, champ. You take the window, I take the lamp."

Kieran whimpered blissfully when Jian's warm arm fell over his neck. With only his head free from the blanket's fluffy grip, Kieran pushed his nose into Jian's neck and fell asleep to the tiger's sensuous petting.

Kieran moistened his dry eyes for the fourth times this night. He had no idea what the time was, only that night was still in full swing and for some reason his friend Jian found it difficult to fall asleep. Kieran crawled out of the bed. He went out of the room as a wolf, and joined his friend on the couch as an anthro.

"Rocky night?"

"You can say so," Jian flipped over four tv channels before he settled on some cheap martial arts flick. "Funny, aren't they? How they fly over walls, defying all the rules of gravity? I know it's a movie, but they could at least try to make it believable."

"Hmm. Maybe," Kieran leaned a hand on Jian's shoulder. There was tension in his muscles. Was he thinking about that bitch again? Before he could ask, the tiger moved closer, seeking the warmth of thicker fur. Kieran was more than pleased to comfort his friend, so he scratched along the tiger's neck with one hand while the other was conveniently placed over his naked gender.

"Mmm, that feels nice."

"Shhh...just lean in, close your eyes, and enjoy a master's touch."

Jian chuckled. "Your fur needs to be a bit whiter before I call you master."

A few seconds of silence spanned in between, with Jian's purring washing over the dim noise of the TV. He was warmer than a blanket, and his fur felt so soft, short as it was. Kieran placed his chin between the tiger's ears. He smelled like the forest, raw and natural, a scent that, combined with the other stimuli, gave Kieran quite a bit of trouble between the legs.

"Can you change the movie? See if there's something better on Action Zone."

Jian grabbed the remote, changing to what appeared to be a slow paced romance movie.

"The Nature of the Wind. I've seen this one."

"Shush," Kieran whispered. "Don't spoil the plot."

"Not unless you ask me to," Jian said, his purr climbing a pitch higher. "You should go back to bed. I already feel bad for disturbing your dreams. You were sleeping so peacefully."

"Jian...don't make me think you're that kind of cat. Your problems are my problems. Share. Let it all out. Then we can both go back to bed."

Kiaran continued with his stroking. He pushed under Jian's arm, then scratched along his side as gently as he could without tickling him.

"Rrrh, still tickles. Go back up. I may be unable to turn into a giant house cat, but I quite like to have my ears rubbed."

Kieran did as he was bid, tending to the tiger's soft ears, scratching around them with a claw. Kieran waited a few minutes until Jian was completely relaxed, then found the courage to finally talk about the root of all evil.

"Don't dwell on that slithering snake more than you have to, Jian. She's gone from your life. Let her fade away, otherwise-"

"It's not her, Ki. I'm the problem here. Lemme go to the other side of the couch. It's one of those...erm...delicate subjects."

As much as he loved holding his friend close, Kieran welcomed the rush of cold air along his sheath. His tip came out, and, if Jian spent more time there, who knew what else was going to ooze out of him?

Jian made himself comfortable, knees pulled up to his chest, bare claws hooking onto the sofa's edge to provide balance for his equally bare feet.

"I'm...I'm hard," the tiger bowed his head, unable to even look at Kieran while he spoke. "For the past weeks I've been bothered by this urge to find the right female. Touch her. Smell her scent, do everything in my power to earn her favor in hopes that she'll be the one to..."

"To mate with you."

Jian nodded. "You know the sad story of my life because you're the only friend I had the courage to come out to. The others would've judged me straight off the bat, but you...you're different, Kieran. You understand me better than anyone. God, I wish females were more like us, you know. Calm. Logical. Not a walking enigma that messes up with your head," Jian blinked his eyes. "I don't think I'll ever solve this puzzle, Ki, and this urge to breed claws at me every hour of every freaking day. How can I focus on my job, on the females, or anything? How?"

Kieran gave a toothy smile. "You know the answer mate."

"No, no," Jian stubbornly declined. "I'm not wasting my seed. Not after everything I've been through. I'm either going to cum inside a female, or inside a dream, but not in my hand. Not like this."

"When was the last time you had one of those special dreams?"

Jian stared at the bookcase ahead of him. "Two weeks ago."

"Two weeks...God," Kieran sighed. "Your stubbornness will do more harm than good, but...it's your choice, and I am going to support you as best as I possibly can."

"That means...you're coming on the next date as well?"

Kieran slid along the sofa to embrace Jian in a mighty hug. They enjoyed each other's warmth for one long, blissful moment, until Kieran pulled back. "I'll never let you become the target of some crazy, sex obsessed voyeurist. Never. Now let's get to bed. We don't want to wake up late in the morning."

Jian led the way to his bedroom. Kieran was prepared to turn left towards his room when the tiger waved him in.

"Don't tell me you've become addicted to my fluff," Kieran slid against the purring tiger.

"Delude yourself all you want mate. You know what side of the bed is yours."

"Sure thing, champ. Give me a second to-"

He got shoved in the bed before he finished, and, much to Kieran's surprise, Jian hopped in without any sort of reservation, making himself snuggly with his side of the blanket. Kieran too covered himself. He stared at Jian, and when no reply came, he turned off the lamp and stared at the ceiling for the better part of a minute.

"Ok, I know it's stupid, but I gotta ask."

"Only one," Jian mumbled.

"Isn't it...weird for you to be in the same bed with a naked wolf? I'm not wearing anything apart from my fluff."

"Fluff's good enough for me. As for your cock...well..." Jian chuckled silently. "I'll go on a whim and guess it can't penetrate through a double layer of clothing."

"Ugh...underwear? Really?"

"Keeps the package contained. I don't want my balls to have anything to do with my bed, ok?"

"Yeah, well, mine do."

"You're a dog. Doesn't count."

"Not until I hump you," Kieran laughed.

They said their goodnights, closed their eyes...but something kept Kieran up. Jian shifted one too many times in his sleep. To calm his friend, Kieran pushed his head against the tiger's, then placed a hand on his naked chest to rub gently along his short, silky fur.

"What if I said something wrong?" the tiger whispered as he stared at the ceiling.

"Nuh-uh. Don't go there, buddy. The bed isn't the right place for a debate."

"But what if everything went wrong because of me?"

"Shhh," Kieran nuzzled into the feline's tense neck, inhaling that warm, pleasant scent of masculinity. "It went more than perfect. Hell...I would've been charmed from the get-go by your honesty. You have a way with words, Jian...even if you've got more faith in others than yourself. She was a cheating, weird-ass psycho, and nothing you would've said or done could have the harpy's rotten core."

Jian mumbled a few more of his concerns. His voice went softer, and softer...slowly turning into a long, continuous purr. Kieran loved that sound more than the radiant warmth. More than even Jian's masculine scent. His hand traveled along the feline's toned belly, soft, perfect just the way it was, then moved even lower, towards a region Kieran never dreamed of touching so intimately until now, when his friend needed him most.

With a swift push, Kieran grabbed onto Jian's bulge, forcing a sharp hiss through the tiger's bared teeth.

"Kieran...not- not there..."

Jian's voice crackled. Weak. Just like his fingers that tried to pry apart the pumping grip that took hold of his nether region. Kieran nosed into his neck, his own jaws hardening in the same manner as his cock as he felt his friend's balls through the underwear, two firm grapes that yearned to spill their load. Oh, he would've loved to lick them. Even play with them like a cat if he ever had the opportunity to catch Jian naked. All the time he wore something on him, and Kieran only had his dreams and desires to guide him towards this perfect, highly arousing moment even is his friend opposed the idea.

"Please...take your hand off," Jian struggled to speak with his meat rolling out of his sheath. "Kieran, I'm gonna...Grrrhhh just take your hand off please!"

Kieran traced around the tent in his pants with three fingers, then wrapped the spaded bulge like a female's silky folds.

Jian tensed at once. His trembling toe claws hooked onto the blanket, a gasp escaping through his tense jaws. Two weeks of abstinence left him deliciously sensitive to the faintest touch.

And Kieran didn't intend to be gentle about this. He rounded the tiger's peeking tip to find his sheath, then pulled it towards the tip, using the wet, fleshy insides of the tiger's own sheath to bring about a much needed release.

"KIeraaaaannnnhhhh," Jian moved his head from one side to the other. "Stop...it's too hot...it's too..."

Too hard. Too nice. Kieran barely managed four up and down motions before Jian's cock convulsed with orgasmic might. As soon as he felt Jian stiffen between his fingers, Kieran squeezed around the exposed part of his cock, then pumped his fingers hard and fast to imitate a female's orgasm.

"Mrrraaaarrrrrr!" Jian's entire body jerked with the might of his climax. A thick squelching sound erupted from his pants. The tiger pulled his knees up to his chest, trembling and moaning as his pounding cock ejaculated waves of pent-up seed into his underwear. Moist heat soon soaked into Kieran's fingers, and the unique smell of male ejaculate enraged the Valfen's aroused senses. He wanted more. A lot more.

He gripped Jian's entire length within his hand, unsheathed him completely, thrust up, and down, allowing the slickness of his own cum to do what a female's parts should have.

Jian roared his pleasure. He thrust hard into the milking hand, eyes squeezed shut, hard as stone during his moment of great delight. Instinct fettered his rational mind, and for a few seconds the tiger became more of a beast than an anthro, pounding and cumming within Kieran's milking hand until his balls discharged all the cum that's been gathering within them for the past two weeks.

The Valfen smelled his seed coated hand, almost tempted to taste Jian's essence right then before a slap took him over the head.

Another came. Then another.

"You bloody liar!" Jian stormed out of the bed, pointing at Kieran with an angry scowl. "I told you not to do this. Why? Why make me waste my seed like a whore?"

"Jian, I-"

"Don't say it," the tiger snapped his jaws, then turned around, storming out of the room with an annoyed growl.

Kiran went after him. He watched from behind a corner how Jian threw his soiled clothes into the washing bin. His slippery cock bounced between his legs as he climbed into the shower cabin, each step offering a teasingly good view of the feline's cum dripping testicles.

Kieran licked his muzzle. He didn't want Jian to remain mad at him, or worse, think of him as an ordinary pervert.

He walked inside the bathroom, only to have Jian slam the shower door in front of his muzzle.

"Leave me alone."

"Jian, just listen to me for-"

The pelting water drowned Kieran's words in a long stream of annoyance.

"A few seconds. That's all I needed. Damn it!"

He paced back and forth along the bathroom until the smell of fresh seed entered his nostrils. Kieran pushed the pajama pants aside, then grabbed the slimy underwear from the basket. Yellow-ish blobs stuck to the snow-white fabric, too thick to be absorbed into the cloth like the rest of the seminal fluid that made the cloth sticky and damp.

Kieran's nostrils flared as he took a deep, moaning breath. The smell of fertility tugged at his sheath like an invisible hand, and the Valfen's rebellious tongue rushed between his canines to swipe along one of the three patches of gelatinous goo.

"Arrrhhhh..." Kieran scrunched his eyes shut, rumbling with sheer bliss as he tasted his friend's cum upon his tongue for the very first time. The fluid felt a lot thicker than his own, but the Valfen lapped, again and again, grazing onto the stubborn cloth with his teeth, then folding the underwear into his mouth to suck in every bit of the fluids that stained it.

"Mrruurrrrmmmm!" With half of the underwear past his canines, Kieran stumbled towards the water closet, almost losing his balance before three of his magnificent tails soaked into the toilet. The fourth was spared, but Kieran didn't care, twisting his friend's underwear around to feast on the precious fluid embedded within the material. He felt Jian's eagerness to cum upon his tongue. Tasted the weeks-long abstinence into the stubborn strands of cum that refused to part with the cloth. To feast on such bounty of scents ignited Kieran's instinct past the point of no return, so the Valfen grabbed onto his fully aroused cock, then wildly pumped around the base of his knot, thrusting and pushing into bare air until both of his members came loose.

Kieran wrapped both of his tips with Jian's underwear. His own saliva made it warmer and wetter than it ever was, so Kieran squeezed his eyes shut, then unleashed all the lust that gathered within his balls ever since he touched the tiger down there.

A rippling growl of pure pleasure washed through the bathroom. It took less than three seconds to cum. Kieran's tails jerked towards his butt, his tailhole eagerly squeezing in rhythm with his cocks do deliver copious amounts of pearl white cum into Jian's ballooning underwear. The lighter fluid filtered through the cloth to fall on the ground in form of droplets, while the thicker components of Kieran's semen remained up there to transform an intimate accessory into a heavy sack poised on the verge of breaking from all the load fed into its belly.

Throb. Spurt. Kieran wasn't stopping anytime soon, and the underwear overflowed with the might of his passion. Kieran tried to bring it towards his muzzle, but his hand jerked during a spasm, and all that heavy splattered on his legs, cocks, and anything that lay beneath them.

"F-fuck," Kieran dropped on his knees. It was a shame to let all that cum go to waste, but he didn't want to take a break from milking his cocks. It felt so unbelievably good to squeeze his meat dry. So filling, to dash spurt after spurt of life giving essence onto Jian's underwear.

Kieran lost track of time and space. He missed the sliding sound of the shower door, along with the tiger's silky steps. Only when Jian dragged his voice, Kieran remembered it wasn't his sister's muscles that milked his cocks, but his own aching fingers.

"Dude, couldn't you hold yourself back until I finished?"

"I...erm..." Kieran stuttered, then whined with bliss as another throb spat two weak ropes onto the wet tiles of the bathroom floor.

"We'll talk after you clean this place," Jian pointed at the veritable pool of cum. "Look at it. It's like the sea came to this place," Jian's eyes squinted. "Is that my underwear?"

"No, one of mine," Kieran threw it under his balls.

"Never seen you wear one."

"Well, I do. From time to time, that is. Can you please get out of the bathroom? I still have a bit left in me before...you know..."

"Yeah. I know," Jian turned around, though not before his lips betrayed a concealed smile. "Just don't flood the whole place, ok?"

"I've got friendly neighbors!" Kieran yelped happily. As soon as the door closed behind the tiger's tail, Kieran dropped on his back, aimed his cocks towards his muzzle, then lapped with his long, panting tongue around the oozing tips. It seemed the warm water cleansed Jian off any trace of anger, and this reason alone called for a hot, tasty drink.

Morning came without incidents. Kieran woke up first, so he had the pleasure surprise his sleepy friend with bacon striped eggs. The hearty meal was exactly what they needed for the endurance training scheduled today. Kieran might have been the team's leader for the day, but he wasn't spared from the rigorous exercise imposed by his captains. By the end of the day, every muscle in his body hurt -especially the one between his legs. He and Jian were the last few remaining males in the locker room, an intended consequence that Kieran wanted to take full advantage of.

"You put a lot of spirit in those jumps, kitty."

"Yeah," Jian said as he pulled his sweaty underwear down to his feet. "I've got one more week to impress these bastards. Gotta make the best of it, eh?"

"Y-yeah," Kieran nodded his head, partially distracted by the wave of scent that hit his nostrils. He quickly grabbed his towel from the locker, then pointed towards the showers. "Shall we?"

"Lead on, wolfy."

"Why me?"

"Cause your tails hide your balls better," Jian said with a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I'd say a few things about your package, but I'll abstain."

"is that a challenge, captain?"

"Sure," Kieran smiled. "Let's shower in the same cabin. The first who gets an erection loses."

"Deal!" Jian slammed his palms together. "A scholar versus a sexual beast like yourself? I like how my chances look like, doggy."

Kieran kept his calm. He dealt with warmer things before, but Jian, a virgin who knew not the touch of a female -a tiger whose balls remained heavy for weeks on end- was quite more sensitive. It didn't come as a surprise to see Jian's pink tip push through the pink opening of his sheath minutes after the hot water touched his body.

"Hello there, sexy."

"Shut up!" the tiger slouched so that the water fell on his back.

"Tricks won't help you this time, kitty," Kieran walked around, toe claws clicking on the stone floor. "Your sensitive member craves for attention. I can make you cum. Slurp my way along your cock until I meet your balls. Then I'm going to suckle them, on by one, until your toes curl and your spine bends under the weight of untamed pleasure."

That, coupled with the occasional licks flung through the water droplets made Jian throb like an enraged beast. With his cock fully exposed, the game turned into a struggle to keep the seed contained -something Kieran particularly enjoyed. His own member bulged inside his dark colored sheath, pleading for its own reward.

None of them came that night. Though it wasn't forbidden to relieve your burden at the end of a hard day, Jian wanted to save himself for his next date.

Three days later, on a Saturday evening, the two went inside Vapiano's, a renowned restaurant where the food was cooked right in front of your eyes. Kieran offered to parlay with the cooks. With his headpiece mounted inside his ear, he could hear everything that went on between Jian and a lovely snow leopard with quite a bit of heart. They smiled and laughed together. Shared both the good and the bad about their past. Everything was going more than alright, and for the first time, Kieran put his earpiece away.

Jealousy crawled under his fur. The more he watched them interact, the more uncomfortable he became. A third wheel that had no business here.

Kieran went out and ran around the restaurant's streets as a feral to dispel the growing concerns. Jian was more than capable of looking out for himself. Why? Why was he so irritated to see him with another partner?

I want him for myself,_Kieran realized as he stopped in front of the window. A few meters and a glass pane was all that separated Jian from him. _Damn it, Jian. Why do you have to be so clumsy and cute? I want to be there for you. To help you with everything I can. To...love you like you deserve to be loved.

That was such a warm, beautiful thought. Kieran lost himself in his fantasies until somebody opened the door.

It was Jian, walking hand in hand with the snow leopard. They got into a cab.

Kieran ran after them, as fast as his four feet allowed. Red lights were his only breather in this painful chase. When the taxi finally stopped, the Valfen dropped on the ground besides a bread shop, chest tight, limbs trembling with effort.

Jian talked with the female in front of the building. Was he going to kiss her? They approached each other...but it was only a hug. Jian waved the female inside, said a few more words, then let the door separate them for good.

"No!" Kieran leaped out of hiding, already changed in his anthro form.

"Dude, you're naked," Jian said with a surprised voice.

"I followed you...all the way here...so you can ditch her like a...a..."

"Take it easy," Jian said calmly. "You look like you ran a marathon. Did you follow me here?"

"Aye," Kieran let out a long breath. "Didn't have the patience nor the means to get a taxy in feral form. What happened, Jian? She was perfect."

"Yeah...I know. It's crazy, right? But I realized something obvious. Something I should've seen a long time ago." the tiger placed both hands on Kieran's shoulders. "You're my friend, doggy. My best friend."

"I know, but that's not what this is about. You need someone special, Jian. Someone you can share yourself with completely."

"I've got one right here."

Kieran's eyes widened. He must've looked either weird or funny, because Jian burst into a growly, honest kind of laughter.

"Grahaha...that faaaace! You look like I shagged your sister!"

_ Might as well have_, Kieran kept his muzzle shut, eager to see where his friend was going with this line of thought.

"Honestly though...you've been more than good to me, and...I keep thinking about that night, in the bed, when you... made me cum," Jian whispered that last bit as if it was some national secret. "That's why I lost the bet. I realized that you and I can continue to...experiment. You know. In a safe environment."

"Jian, my dear cat...do you want to do me in the tail?"

"M-maybe," the tiger's ears flattened against his head. He motioned Kieran closer, so he could whisper in his ear. "Go back to your place, maybe?"

Kieran wanted to slap the silliness out of his head, but instead he grabbed Jian's arm and pulled him across the street, right into the bowels of the first hotel they encountered. Once they were inside. Kieran pushed his friend into the bed, then gripped his legs in a way that made Jian shudder with excitement.

"I've got something better. Take your pants off."

"You're...going to touch me again?"

The Valfen flicked his tongue before the tiger's widening eyes.

"Lick me? No, no...that's gross. I don't want you to-"

"Jian, calm down. Look at me. Remember when you caught me in the bathroom? That was your underwear I was cumming into. I put my jizz over yours...after I scraped off whatever I could with my tongue. And teeth," Kieran flashed a quick smile.

"Whoa...wow. You really...really? But...but why?"

"Because I want you, silly cat," Kiran got up on his feet to pace around the room. "I want to enjoy everything you have to offer. Your touch, your scent, yes, even your cum. God, if you knew how many times I jerked off to your naked body. How many times I imagined you pounding my ass raw. It's a miracle how you never saw any of the signs!"

"I never thought...you like me this much," Jian shook his head, probably simmering inside from all the feelings rushing beneath his fur. He threw his shirt on the bed, then kicked his pants across the floor to reveal the tent in his underwear, damp, warm, and musky.

"You came?!" Kieran dropped on his knees, sniffing like a dog in search of drugs.

"No. It's just precum. It's been a while since...damn you have a way with words. So how do we...erm...proceed? Do I let you lick? Through the underwear? You shouldn't be ashamed of this one. There's weirder fetishes out there. I've read about this guy who put dead fish in his ass."

That wasn't something Kieran wanted to think about when his nose stood inches away from a wet, musky cock.

"Jian. You are making my head spin. Take a deep breath and enjoy yourself, alright? I know what I'm doing."

Jian mumbled something about dogs and crotches, then moved towards the barest part of the room, propping his back against the wall, the only place where his cum wouldn't stain something valuable.

Kieran got on his knees, then slowly uncovered Jian's maleness from the oppressive underwear that choked it. The smell of feline arousal hit his nostrils like a storm. The tiger was a soaked mess down there. Halfway out of its sheath, the barbs around the tip of his cock flared weakly in unison with the throbs raging through Jian's cock, and every time that happened, a few drops of clear slime poured out of the tiger's widening tip. Kieran's eyes moved to the sheath; that pink, fleshy shelter that was rolled all the way back to the feline's perky balls. Such an appetizing sight. Wetter than a female. Eager to spent his seed down to the last drop. Kieran allowed that sweet, sweet smell to fill him, then dashed his tongue around the exposed flesh. Jian's barbs prickled his tongue, accentuating the delightful taste of male virility.

"W-warrrrrmmmm," Jian's hands shoved Kieran back away from his prize, throat rumbling with a long, seething growl. "Too much...I don't wanna cum...not now. Too fast..."

Kieran nodded to let the tiger know he could take a few breaths, then pushed his nose into his plump sack. The fur there wasn't spared by the strands of precum. Kieran nosed around the spheres, filling himself with the smell and touch of fertility, smearing that sticky fluid around before he cleaned it with one broad stroke of his canine tongue. He did that, over and over again, bathing Jian's precious spheres with warm saliva while his cock furiously throbbed above his nose. The temptation to just suck the precious seed out of Jian stung Kieran like a male's cock prodding against his prostate, but Kieran held the urge back, abstaining from feasting on that exposed pole of barbed meat until the proper time arrived.

"That...that feels so good," Jian's toe claws tore into the carpet as he looked down at the Valfen that lapped and suckled on his balls, one juicy sphere at a time. "Like a dog...so close to my...oh God it feels so good. I think...I think I'm gonna..."

Kieran's heart skipped a beat. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He grabbed onto the base of Jian's cock, pulled his sheath firmly against the tiger's pale crotch, then took the entirety of that hard, fleshy rod inside his mouth.

"Aaaarrrrhhhhhh!" Jian's head pushed against the wall, a weak howl of pleasure leaving the tiger's trembling maw.

Kieran imagined how good this must have felt; a male who never experienced the wetness of either tongue or cunt now had his virgin cock thoroughly bathed in saliva. With utter pleasure, Kieran licked the precum squirting out of the tiger's cock for three very intense seconds.

Tremors ascended along the tiger's body. Jian throbbed once, twice, strengthening like a mountain before the coming storm....

And with a long, crackling yowl, he burst. Hot, fertile cum exploded from the tiger's bloating tip, and Kieran blocked the stream just in time to save himself from an unfortunate choking incident. Cum splashed hard into his tongue, filling his maw in a single spurt. A few strands even dribbled between his teeth to stain the hotel with drops of warm tiger essence.

The Valfen packed his lips as much as he could, tightened his jaws until his teeth pressed gently against the flesh cradled between his fangs, then suckled on, and on, and on, his messy squelches drowned only by the rippling moans erupting from his friend's chest.

Jian grabbed onto the Valfen's head for support. Claws scratched along Kieran's head, weak and unfocused, just like the rest of the tiger's frame. Jian's body wobbled with every spurt, urged to thrust, to mount, to cum as deep as he could inside his female.

"Mrrraaaaaahhhhh!" Jian moaned as he thrust himself forward, balls slapping against Kieran's chin to deliver a potent load of cum into the Valfen's suckling maw.

Kieran rolled his tongue around the bloating cock. Barbs became especially sensitive during climax, and Kieran even grazed along Jian's rock hard length with his front teeth, bobbing his head back and forth to draw out even sharper spurts from the tiger's tightening ballsack.

"Rrrrawwwwww....mmm...mrraaaaaa!"

Schlick. Sphlock. Mraaarrr. Aaaarrrr! The sounds of splashing cum mixed with the primal, guttural cries. With every throb that resurfaced from the depths of the tiger's cock, a wave of pent up seed washed over Kieran's pristine teeth. The seed puckered his tongue with its tart taste, but nevertheless, the Valfen kept on downing it in thick gulps, sating the years he fantasized about this moment with torrents of cum. Oh, he craved for this creamy taste for so long. Day after day he woke up with an impossibly hard erection. His hand might have done a good job at calming the urge, but it never sated it.

Not until now, when a sharp throb made the Valfen tense like a spring. Jian unleashed another spurt. Kieran tried to swallow, but his body became stiff, unresponsive. His own cock was betraying him.

The third spasm hit him like a battering ram. Kieran shoved himself back, gritting his jaws as hard as he could. Thick strands of cum burst down the sides of his maw, his throat unable to cope up with the load when his own cock throbbed with climactic intent.

Kieran didn't need to look at his sheath to see his exposed knots. Both of his cocks came out in the open, wet, oozing a pearlescent fluid that could only mean one thing.

"Nghhhhhhh!" Kieran squeezed his eyes shut as the vicious orgasm tore through his tailhole, raking into his prostate to draw out some of the hardest spurts he ever ejaculated. One hand rushed to one of his knots to milk whatever it could while the other stabilized his wavering form by holding onto a nightstand. Time and space distorted around him. Colored stars sparkled beneath his puckered eyelids. The only constant were the pounding beats of his heart, mimicking the violent throbs of his cocks, along with the warm, pelting feeling of stickiness.

The smell of semen was all around. Jian never stopped cumming. His seed was everywhere. It splattered in ropes between Kieran's ears, along his head, even going inside his nostrils to provoke a sharp, wet sneeze.

That sweet, slobbery taste of fresh cum forced Kieran to open his mouth just a bit so he could savor the ropes that found their way upon his tongue, and with one hard shove, Jian pushed himself back in, stuffing Kieran's mouth again with the entire length of his spire.

Jian's climax might have been potent, but it ended as fast as it arrived. When the ropes turned to dribbles, Kieran knew it was time to retreat. He let the spurting member slide out of his maw, then swiped his tongue to clean the icicles of cum that clung onto his whiskers.

"Ghaa....aahh...haaarrr," Jian dropped on his butt, an exhausted expression plastered along his satisfied face. "Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to me. Holy fuck...I thought I was going to pass out. Never rake me with your teeth again."

"That bad, huh?"

"A few more seconds would've killed me for sure. Sorry about that."

"What?" Kieran asked, unsure what the tiger was pointing at. "Oh, the cum? Don't worry about it. I'm gonna make you clean it in a bit."

"Gah, really? You're gonna make me lick my own jizz?"

"What kind of male doesn't taste his own cum?"

Jian raised his hand, then winced as his flaccid cock poked the ground.

"Let me," Kieran got on all fours to lick the precious member back into its home. He knew Jian didn't approve of such perversions when logic returned to his feline head, but this time, the tiger only had qualms with the gigantic splotch that spread under Kieran's cocks. That was definitely a two man job, and Kieran managed to strike a bargain with his friend after his balls gave up all they got.

The weekend passed, and along with Monday came their ordinary jobs. Kieran looked forward to the evening. He had something special planned. Something that would change the relationship between him and Jian forever.

Growls and grunts echoed through the empty room. The walls did a poor job at containing the noise, and even the metal pillars vibrated as a bandaged fist connects with the hard surface of toughened canvas. The sound of the impact muffled briefly. Kieran wiped the sweat off his brow, massaged around his wrist for a few second, then resumed the quaking blows.

Jian sat on the bench, watching with keen interest how his friend viciously punched the training dummy. Hit, slam, side chop. Kieran went through his entire set of movements before switching to a series of high powered kicks. With a swift roundhouse kick, the Valfen snapped one of the dummy's support beams, causing a cloud of debris and splintered wood to spread around the dummy's unceremonious fall.

"Damn it," Kieran muttered silently. "Should've lasted longer. I knew I shouldn't have switched to kicks so early."

"Mourning the loss of your lover?"

Kieran sighed, bare feet leaving moistened prints on the ground. Kieran grabbed his water bottle from the nearest shelf, took a few refreshing gulps, then wiped himself vigorously with a clean towel.

"I told you I could break it, Jian. Just failed to mention when," Kieran smiled wolfishly, his words more a bragging statement than anything, earning a sigh from the resting tiger.

"Yeah. Would've been cool to see your entire skill set. These dummies were designed for plebs, not for overeager wolves to be kicking at full strength, so it's not really a wager now, is it?" Jian fished something out of his pocket. "Here you go. Fifty bucks to spend however you like."

Kieran grabbed the bill, then shoved it back in the tiger's pocket, right in front of Jian's widening eyes.

"What the? Dude, we had a-"

"A deal, I know. There's easier, more enjoyable ways to drain the money out of your pocket. Besides, I am getting something out of this," he patted the tiger's belly for emphasis. "If it weren't for me, you'd be flabby kitty resting his arse on a random chair instead of enjoying this place. Just wait until you see the locker rooms and the pool!"

"Yeah yeah. Told me that about a hundred times. You have a pool in the campus. Big freaking deal. If I wanna bathe, I have my own tub, thank you very much."

"Up, up. Time's a wasting," Kieran growled playfully, sweeping his deep violet mane back into a ponytail. "We have quite a bit more stuff to do before we call it a day."

Jian merely sighed again and rose from the bench, his tail flicking behind him in quite the feline fashion.

"My deepest apologies for wasting a few seconds, my lord."

They stared at each other, then both burst into laughter.

"That came out weird, didn't it?"

"Very. Roleplaying royalty with that kind of face doesn't really work out."

Jian gave a meek smile, scratching the back of his neck to distract himself from the rushing wave of embarrassment. "Honestly though Kieran, you're not much of a royalty yourself. You change into feral several times per day, sleep on the ground, follow scent trails, lick your own junk..."

"So?" the Valfen shrugged.

"So?" Jian shot back. "You are a dog, through and through. Even your job proves this. Don't be surprised when I start calling you Fluffy."

Kieran licked his muzzle. A tint of irritation hid beneath his trembling lips. Jian might have been an amazing friend, but there was a part of Kieran -a wild side- that just couldn't stomach certain things. Being compared to a dog was a shallow observation that ignored an intrinsic part of what Kieran truly was.

The Valfen thrust his nose against Jian's. "Just because I chose to join the K-9 unit doesn't make me a dog, Ji. I'm an officer, same as anyone else on the force." Kieran snarled before pushing away from the golden tiger. "I met a lot of people, Jian. Some were good. Others not so good. I just want you to rise above them. Think before you talk."

"Yeah...I might've stepped on a toe there. Sorry about that."

Kieran took another gulp from his water bottle. "It's all good. Besides, Mr kitty Pants... if I remember correctly, a couple of days ago you were thinking of joining as well, weren't you?" Kieran raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Tuesday morning? When I cooked that kick-ass omelet?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't going to be an average joe with a dog. Would've been really cool if they had a wider array of companions, like big cats for example. Dogs aren't bad. Just...usual," Jian crossed his arms. "You know as well as any that being a K-9 officer means working with the feral mutts to track down and apprehend criminals. Though nobody blames you for wanting to be the one on the leash." Jian grinned, leaning to the side just in time to avoid a playful punch from his friend.

"You'll see what I'm really talking about when they make shape-shifting into a real thing. But anyway, I get to meet my partner tomorrow. I'll make sure not to call her a feral mutt in front of you, Ji. It would be a shame to get your ass bitten on my first day," Kieran laughed before noticing Jian's wide eyes.

"Dude, you're getting a female feral as your partner? Isn't that kinda dangerous with how territorial they get?"

Jian's question earned a sigh from Kieran. "You're not the first that raised that concern. Not the last either. Not by a long shot," Kieran said. He moved over to a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and began striking it with a series of quick palm strikes.

"Since no female officers joined this year, I wasn't given a choice, so I'll be working with a white German Shepherd Dog named Eira. Apparently it means 'Snow'. Guess they're not well endowed in the creative department," Kieran commented with a smirk at his own joke. Jian just shook his head, a noticeable sigh escaping along with his breath.

"Ki, you're missing the point here. She's a dog, you're...half a dog at best. You're a guy, she's female. Am I the only one seeing a problem with this? You know police dogs aren't ya know...snipped." Jian made a cutting motion with his fingers.

Kieran laughed at that, looking at his best friend with an expression of disbelief for a few moments. Was he really serious about that? Turning back to the punching bag pile, Kieran grabbed a sturdy one and hanged it from the remaining support beam's hook, beginning to hit it as Jian just continues mumbling under his breath.

"I can still hear you, despite this bag's moans," Kieran paused. "First off, I'm closer to a feline when it comes to personality. Secondly, it's not like I can't control myself around a female dog. Third, her heat won't have any effect on me, since I'm already used to..." Kieran began, only to trail off with his cheeks glowing vividly beneath his fur. He vented on the punching bag for a minute or so, hoping that Jian wasn't going to catch that.

"Used to what, Ki?" the tiger stalked closer. His golden striped tail lashed behind him as his ears perked forwards with renewed curiosity.

Damn it. There was no other way without making this even weirder. Kieran looked into Jian's eyes. He wanted to be confident. To share himself with a person he loved dearly.

But his words were soft, barely a whisper.

"I mated with my sister."

Jian furrowed his eyebrows. "Uhm, didn't catch that."

"Gah. I...I did something. Still do. Occasionally," Kieran said. "But it's not something you should worry about so....let this go, will ya?"

Jian's expression turned from cute to dead serious. "Kieran, we've been best friends since we were kids. I let you in my bed. Caught you in the bathroom cumming in my underwear before you proceeded to flood the entire place. I even let you suck my cock for crying out loud. What the hell is so awkward that you can't tell me, after all we've been through together?"

The tiger's voice softened as Kieran looked up at him with unshed tears in his eyes. Jian placeed a single cream colored paw on his friend's shoulder and pulled him into a hug.

"Ki, it's fine. All's fine. This goes both ways, ok? You took care of me, protected me...listened whenever I had something in my mind. Let it out. Whatever it is, I promise I won't judge," Jian whispers softly, reminding Kieran more of an older brother than a friend. Kieran nodded and gently nuzzled into Jian's shoulder for a moment, inhaling the sweaty musk of the feline male, savoring the contact as though it was his last chance to enjoy this exhilarating smell before pulling away and looking deep into the tiger's mahogany eyes.

"I...mated my sister. We were young...barely on the cusp of puberty when experimented with each other. It felt good, so we did it again, and again, until my seed turned fertile. That's also when I found out how a knot works."

"Oh man...that's quite a bunch to swallow. So...you knocked her up?"

"Yeah. It's a very long story. Definitely not something to talk about on the force, you know, since it makes things awkward. My sister's two grades above me. How would you feel to know your superiors are not just twins but fuck buddies at that? They'll throw my ass out of the force in a second if anyone ever found out so that's why I kept this from you. From everybody."

Kieran paused for a moment, then continued. "That's one of the reasons why I chose the K-9 Unit. Things are simple here. You go out in the field, do your stuff, come back without signing papers or answering too many questions. It's also why they're giving me Eira, because they have faith in my ability to control myself."

"Yeah. Mating your sister is the epitome of self control," Jian laughed, while Kieran just sketched a meek smile.

"Laugh all you want. Make jokes, sketch comics, do whatever you want. I know it's weird and you probably think I'm a freak, but this is and will forever remain a part of me; a part that I willingly shared with you, because... I love you, Jian. You're the best feline I know," Kieran whispered, his voice cracking at the thought of losing his best friend. Jian merely shook his head and gripped the Valfen in a tight, almost smothering embrace.

"Jeez, Ki. You act like you're talking to a complete stranger. I've seen you eyeing my junk at least a dozen times. You aren't exactly subtle about your desires. It's really no problem at all to give in to your instincts every now and again."

Jian smiled. "Besides, if you want to know a secret, I've had a couple dreams about you doing more than just staring at me like a daft mutt."

Jian chuckled, earning a rather surprised stare from Kieran as he opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to figure out how to respond. While he serviced Jian during a moment of weakness, he never imagined someone who chased females for the better part of his life could swing the other way just like that.

"Ji, that's... why didn't you tell me sooner?"

The tiger pulled out of the embrace. Things were getting a bit too warm, so they sat on the bench, cooling themselves with gulps of cold water every now and again.

"Well it isn't like you asked me, Kieran. I'm not one to randomly volunteer this kind of information unless you directly ask me about it. You're so adorably horny most of the time, and I'm...a little more private about this sort of stuff. It's the first time I ever let another male touch me like that. And also, you might want to pick your jaw up off the floor while you're standing there."

"Y-yeah. I was just...thinking...about things."

"Do what you want. In the meantime, I'll be hitting the shower."

Jian grabbed belongings and turned towards the hall leading towards the showers, his long striped tail curling over his back, just above that attractive ass. Kieran looked for a bit, then rushed ahead of him towards the locker room, his tails wagging in amusement behind him.

"Hey, Ji, you know, if you want to indulge in some of those dreams of yours, I'm ready to try all kinds of things...some lewder than others. Hit me up if you come up with something, alright?"

The two of them showered in complete silence. None of the males gave an inch of their thoughts away. More than once Kieran was tempted to slide on his knees and feast on his friend's tasty semen, yet there wasn't much enjoyment in repetition.

No. He had to do something bolder this time, like taking Jian in his tight feline tailhole. Few virgins withstood the mesmerizing feeling of pressure inside their tailholes, and Jian was still a virgin...

"I'm done," Jian said after he dried himself with a towel. "Wanna come with me to the lockers?"

Kieran nodded. He watched Jian' exotic tail swish as he headed back towards the locker room with a towel wrapped around his midsection. His tail remained free for admiration. Lean enough to whip, and fluffy at the tip. Kieran wondered how he would look like with a tiger's tail. Probably ridiculous. He loved his four bushy tails quite a lot, even if dust had a nasty habit of sticking between his hairs.

After a few minutes of deliberating on how to charm his friend, Kieran joined his friend. Jian looked the same, aside from a slight, notable difference.

He was completely naked. Fur rippled along his form, a slightly darker shade of gold just like the tip of his tail. It was lustrous and short, looking quite healthy despite the tiger's modest interest in self care. The same could be told about the rest of his body. Trained muscles hid underneath his fur, rippling along his arms and receding slightly towards the waist.

Kieran focused on the tiger's muscular, then ventured back to his cream colored belly. There were many things to admire about his friend, yet Kieran's gaze always wandered back to Jian's feline sheath. It bore a brighter shade of gold compared to the rest of his fur, and had quite the perfect size. Not too small in comparison to his perky balls, but not too big either as to droop like a weak, flaccid thing. It had that perfect blend of thickness and length, which made Jian's tigerhood exquisitely plump.

"Cat ate your tongue?"

"N...nah," Kieran blinked a few times. "You just look... great."

"All thanks to you, Ki," the tiger approached a bit closer. "I spent quite a bit of time training alongside you. I like to be fit. To have something that shows I'm not a lazy bum. But what is time, popularity, or even attractiveness compared to the warmth of your fur? I don't care how I look as long as I have friends who appreciate me the way I am."

Kieran didn't know how to answer in that moment. He knew Jian for years, yet a part of him still felt embarrassed whenever his friend addressed him so directly about intimate affairs.

"I'm a blunt kind of dog, Jian. Contemplating isn't always my first choice. That's why I'm not a crook-nosed librarian or hell, a deranged scientist."

"Truer words have never been spoken!" the tiger turned around, presenting his ripe arse. "I should prepare myself for what's ahead. Already talked too much and did too little tonight."

The way his muscles bulged and shifted with each step made Kieran' heart quicken. He was mesmerized by his swishing tail, tensing his jaws whenever it jerked to the side. That's when his tailhole came into view, muscular and strong just like the tiger himself.

Jian opened his locker. He began shuffling through his belongings. He pushed some away, grabbed smelled, and threw the others. "It's not here."

"What are you searching for?"

"The moisturizing thing you use after showering to keep your fur healthy."

Kieran threw a look over the bench. "It's right here in your bag."

"Give it."

Jian pulled the lid off with his teeth and dipped a finger inside the bottle. He kept there for a few seconds, with only his purring giving life to the surrounding silence. Then, he pulled out, sniffed, and poured continuously along his fingers until his fur was thoroughly soaked. Several drops fell upon his sheath, though not for long. The tiger grabbed his tigerhood from all sides, moaning softly as he did so.

"I've been thinking about this ever since you grabbed me that night, Kieran," he said over the soft squelching of his moistening sheath. His fingers played expertly around his tigerhood. Some massaged the furred skin, others pushed around the balls, while one of them even snuck inside the small entrance.

"The promise of your warmth around me and your cock inside my tailhole kept me sane every time I thought about that cheetah bitch. I told you I'm a private person, but there is no denying to these urges. I want us to be more than friends, Ki. We look out for each other, trust each other...so why not extend the same courtesy to love?"

"I...yeah. That's I was thinking about too. Want some help with-"

"Naah," the tiger bared his fangs as a lust filled growl escaped his throat. A speck of pink emerged from his sheath, expanding with every throb. "You had your thoughts, and I had mine."

Kieran gulped. Those squelching noises and the musk wafting through the air pushed his rational thoughts away like a looming storm. He felt weak before the primal lust that barraged at his senses. Frail. For when the thunder broke, he knew his willpower would be cracked apart in a flash.

Jian grabbed his wet balls and fondled them between his fingers. They had a firmness to them, but also an unexpected playfulness when they slid around a playful finger. The tiger massaged a bit more, getting his sack thoroughly wet. Only then he climbed back towards his half aroused cock. He gripped the stretching sheath with all his fingers and pulled back all the way to his crotch.

A harsh shiver washed over his spine, jerking his tail and rupturing his throat with a harsh growl. Felines were awfully sensitive when exposed. Kieran knew that from general knowledge, not to mention his personal experiences with Jian. The tiger spilled within seconds, filling whatever he had, be it underwear, a mouth, or a tailhole. He worked with the same alacrity now. With a quick tug, Jian exposed his barbed cock to the chill of the air. Then, he cupped his erection inside his lubricated palm. His muscles tensed and his hips trembled, barely resisting the urge to thrust further into those rhythmic spasms.

"Think you should pull back," Kieran licked his shiny fangs.

"Nah," the tiger moaned softly. "I'm just desensitizing a bit. I don't want to cum as soon as you put it in me."

In him? Kieran's heart almost skipped a beat as his thought jumped to one of his greatest, hottest fantasies of breeding his friend.

"So warm...I mean yeah. yhere's no shame in pleasure. You cum when you gotta cum mate."

"It is. Just don't touch your cock yet. I want to show you something."

Jian released his grip, leaving his erect cock to tremble with arousal. Barbs flared all around his head, pushing forth the clear fluid fleeing from his bulging tip. Kieran would have licked him clean if the tiger didn't have penetration lodged inside his mind. He turned around, tail lifted. He allowed Kieran to get a good look of his clenching hole before he shoved two fingers inside it. The hard muscles ate them with a wet, arousing slurp. Jian pushed them in and out. He penetrated himself, pouring more oil after every five thrusts. He only stopped when his tailhole was a glistening, dripping mess.

"Done with me. Now it's your turn."

Kieran opened his mouth to speak, yet only a soft sigh came out. Firm hands gripped his already erect shaft, warming his rock hard flesh with waves of delightful heat. Jian stroke up and down, rubbing along the Valfen's purple shaft with a slow, maddening caress. He squeezed gently behind the knot too. Every time he did that, a gasp of pleasure left Kieran' throat.

"You are hard as stone," Jian whispered. "So firm...I remember this scent as if it was yesterday. I pretended to take a shower while you milked your cock in the toilet. I had no idea you had two."

"I had no idea you were into guys. All these rules, these restrictions...you built a fortress around you for what? To be in trend with the world?"

"I was afraid to expose my desires. You're the only one I ever had, Ki, and...I didn't want to trade our friendship for some ridiculous desires."

"Being who you are is the mark of a great person."

"Then let me be. I want to do this, Ki, right now. Let it flow away from your mind like the gentle spurts of your seed..."

Jian bowed down before the Valfen's throbbing cock and took a deep whiff from the musky smell. His eyes glazed over, lips pulling up on either side of his mouth. Jian' tongue pushed between his canines with every rapid breath. Felines had this reaction whenever they smelled something particularly arousing. They threw their back just as Jian did to whiff and pant and moan.

"Mrrrhhh. It smells so good..."

"D-don't-"

The tiger's tongue was quicker than the Valfen's words. Jian already took the cock inside all the way to the knot, bathing it with heated saliva.

It was Kieran' turn to throw his head back and growl with untamed lust. He throbbed hard, slapping the tiger's tongue. That was a huge mistake. The tiger's fleshy walls were all around him, smothering his cock in a vice grip. Kieran tried to pull back, only to find himself thoroughly trapped. Jian lapped around his tip, using only the underside of his tongue. Kieran handled that. What he couldn't resist were those awfully arousing barbs. They slid along his bare, sensitive flesh, sending surges of delight along his throbbing cock. Kieran moaned and spasmed. His muscles clenched violently, spurting a continuous wave of precum.

Jian pulled back. Half the squirt filled his maw, while the rest splashed all over his face.

"Too much?" he winked.

"Yeah..." Kieran panted. "I almost spilled inside your mouth, you crazy feline."

"That would have been such a shame."

"You told me you want to be taken, damn it!"

"True," Jian stood up. "But I wouldn't mind a load of your tasty seed."

Jian's warm hands slid around Kieran's neck. Kieran had no idea what the feisty feline planned until he found himself shoved into his embrace. Jian pushed his lips against his...

And Kieran did nothing to resist that. He melted into the kiss, allowing the tiger's barbed tongue to slide in and take whatever it wanted. Kieran slurped and licked. Feline had such exquisite fangs. He slid his tongue along their tips while his arms squeezed the tiger closer. Their bodies pressed together to share both warmth and scents. Kieran adored how soft Jian's fur felt to the touch, but most of all craved for the cock that throbbed between his legs. Their balls pushed around each other and slapped when they met, making for a highly arousing hug.

Jian pulled back, licking his whiskers with a broad lick. "Mrrrr...you are a wet, wet dog."

"Damn you, Ji...I wanted to kiss you first. How in the world did you read my mind?"

"That's a silly question to ask. Now let's do some experimenting, hmm? What about that wall there? I want to do it on my feet just to spite that cheetah bitch."

"Strong and feisty. I like that."

"We'll see how long you last, doggy," Jian cupped and pumped his fingers around Kieran's balls.

Kieran pushed him hard against the wall. They both grunted, shifting on their feet.

"I'll last a lot longer than you."

"Big words for a big cock. Lets see how deep you manage to go before-"

Jian' words heightened into a loud roar as his tailhole was filled to the brim. Kieran plunged inside him on his first thrust. He sunk between the tiger's muscles like oil, pushing long past his clamping pucker. Jian snapped at the air. His claws slid out of their sheaths to rake and grip at the wall.

"What's with the trembling, mighty tiger?" Kieran licked along Jian's striped fur. "Are you sure you aren't going to cum right now?"

The tiger struggled not to moan. Judging by his spasming tailhole, he was enjoying himself a lot more than he had the right to.

"I'll...nghhhh...you haven't knotted me yet, dog."

"Not yet," Kieran pulled back.

The tiger sighed with relief. He adjusted his weight on his trembling legs, only to buckle his knees as Kieran rammed inside him once again. His shaft sunk into the tiger's heated depths so hard and quick that his balls slapped right against his clamping tailhole.

"You stuffed your underwear with your seed just because it was my hand that touched you," Kieran shoved himself again. "Erupted in my mouth when MY tongue tasted your cock."

Kieran's hardened knot threatened to spill out of his sheath. "I'm inside you now, tasty tiger...And I am going to show you what it feels to be mated." Kieran pushed harder. "To be filled." His cock squelched as it spread apart the tiger's overly tight passage apart further and further.

"To be bred by a beast."

The tiger roared with abandon. Powerful as he was, even he couldn't handle a Valfen's girth more than a couple of thrusts. Kieran was far too big for a feline's narrow hole. Even with lubrication, he still worked every ounce of strength to push all the way in.

That's exactly how Jian seemed to like it. Fast and sudden, like any other feline. Kieran planned to give him just that. An explosive orgasm that would linger inside his mind at night and erupt from his cock with the arrival of every dawn. He wanted the tiger to wet his bed with seed just as he lubricated his cock a few moments ago.

And for that, he had to be ruthless in his approach. Had to show no trepidation or weakness between his thrusts. Kieran pulled back until only his tip remained inside the tiger's tailhole. Then, he took a deep breath to energize his muscles. He allowed the crisp air to travel down his chest and deep into his expanding lungs. That gave him strength. His muscles rippled with renewed vigor. He grabbed the tiger's waist and pushed his nose right under his chin.

Then, he thrust. Kieran sunk the entirety of his length inside the tiger's tailhole in less than a heartbeat. The tiger growled and spasmed, but he didn't care. Kieran maintained a steady rhythm. Quick, hard shoves that reached deeper than any cock had the right to. Muscles kneaded along his cock with every push. Inside was warm and sweltering, whereas the outside was cold and invigorating. Kieran made use of that. He pounded the tiger hard for a couple of thrusts, then bit back his climax by chilling his throbbing flesh outside the prison of muscles.

His ploy worked. Jian barely managed to remain on his feet. He shifted and thrashed his arms around, desperate for a grip. Kieran allowed him none. He grabbed his muscular waist between his own arms and held him tight while his cock pounded his tailhole. Wet smacks emerged between every slap. Their balls met with every thrust, kissing each other with lewd noises as the males panted and grunted. Bursting bliss traveled down Kieran' crotch. He felt his climax rapidly approaching. He knew the tiger was close too. The poor feline hasn't stopped to catch a proper breath from all that growling. It got harsher and longer, turning into a proper roar.

Kieran held back for a few more thrusts. He wanted to be right about this. Wanted to pound Jian's tight ass a bit more before he gave in to the flood of bliss. He thrust long and hard, forcing his muscles to spasm and shiver. Then, they clamped down hard. Kieran tried to pull back, yet even his precum was useless against the tiger's unyielding grip. He was cumming, and Kieran found himself trapped within the tiger's tightening halls.

The Valfen blinked away the stars gathering before his eyes and forced the fire back into his sweltering crotch. The pressure there became a raging volcano. He pushed his muscles as tight as he could. A spike of sheer lust traversed his cock. Kieran' knees buckled, almost sending him off his feet.

"Not the right time yet, grrrrr," he gritted his teeth as his hand touched around the tiger's crotch. His cock was rock hard, same as his barbs. Kieran went lower. He wrapped a finger around his balls, then another, until he had a firm grip.

Kieran squeezed hard. The tiger had no idea what hit him until his balls were savagely milked for their load. Kieran knew Jian wouldn't hold back. He shoved his hips forth, tightening harder than ever. The roar burst out of his throat with the intensity of a rockfall, shattering the silence with a long, blissful cry.

That's when Kieran shoved himself into Jian's ass like a hurricane. His big, hard knot plopped into the feline's ass with a loud squelching sound. A short squirt followed. That was his seed, splashing against bare stone.

Kieran couldn't hold back. The mere thought of the tiger's erupting seed sent him over the edge. His cock hardened like the stone below his feet. A surge of heated seed traversed its length, pooling up right behind his bloating tip. Kieran tensed. Every muscle in his body hardened with lust and purpose. His veins bulged, and his heart raced wildly as he hovered on the edge of precipice. Kieran savored the heat for as long as he could.

And when Jian spasmed again, he too surrendered his load. Kieran shut his eyes and bit into the tiger's neck. A flood of cum left his balls, pushed forth by his pulsating cock. The hard streams speared into the tiger's lubricated depths, stimulating his muscles beyond what was expected of them. With a sizable knot lodged inside his anal passage, Jian moaned through his orgasm louder than a female at the peak of her heat.

"I know, kitty...I know," Kieran licked one of the tiger's ears while he humped into his rear, pushing his second cock against the feline's balls which jerked up with each spasm of his anal muscles.

"Breathe. Cum. I'm right here...right behind you," Kieran grabbed around the feline's cock to rub Jian off hard and fast, the tiger's thick semen an excellent lubricant for the barbed girth of his cock.

"Too hard...Naarrrrrrr!"

Maybe stroking was a bit too much. Kieran grabbed his second cock instead, aiming it towards his head to enjoy spurt after spurt of his own, rich semen.

Even if he couldn't get both of his cocks inside, Kieran thoroughly enjoyed his release. He returned to the tiger's balls when Jian ascended into his second orgasm to apply gentle squeezes, matching the rhythm with his own squirts. His hot seed brought more than a surge of pleasure to the virgin tiger. It filled him with lasting relief. Jian tapered off with a long, mewly growl.

"Don't...don't pull back. Stay inside just...just a bit longer."

Kieran had no plans to. He was still going strong, and this was his first time mating with his dearest friend. Days of holding back urged him to remain tied as long as possible, and his balls were most grateful to spill their burden inside a warm hole. His muscles still pumped fresh waves of essence, flooding the tiger's passage with new reserves of valfen cum.

"Grah, you're painting my backside with your cum now or what?"

"Your hole is too damn small to hold both of my cocks in."

"I'm glad," Jian gritted his teeth. "Even one is enough to tear me apart. Fuck, but it feels so good. I don't think I can cum a third time. I don't have it in me, but..." the tiger touched around the Valfen's second cock to scoop some seed along his fingers. He brought the tasty treat back, slurping with a long lick. "Your cum tastes so damn good, do you know that?"

"Leave it," Kieran licked his neck, growling softly. "I'll give you a fresh load after I finish."

"Why not now?"

"Because I'm still going," Kieran empathized that with a deep thrust.

Jian mewled weakly. "I can't. Ki...you're going to..."

"You are mine, kitty," Kieran dashed his tongue along the tiger's trembling whiskers. "And right now I am breeding and filling you however I like."

The tiger moaned at that. He had a taxing job, protecting the assets of some of the most powerful companies in the city. Being focused all day made him tense. Surrendering that power was like an orgasm. He let go of every burden, spilling all that pressure and weight like spurts of endless seed.

Kieran remained inside even after he finished his third orgasm. He stimulated Jian' tailhole with feeble thrusts even as his knot started to deflate.

The tiger huffed his displeasure when Kieran pulled back. He would've enjoyed a few more moments of tail stretching for sure. A generous amount of seed leaked out of his hole, splashing onto the fur below.

"I'll get that."

"No," the tiger dropped on his knees, hands around Kieran' cocks and balls. "I'll have the pleasure to clean up after you this time."

Kieran closed his eyes and surrendered to Jian' gentle touch. He was quite thorough, sliding his tongue around every part of his anatomy. After he cleaned his cock, the tiger turned upon his balls. He suckled each orb, leaving them damp with saliva.

"See? You're not the only one with a skilled tongue around these parts."

"Yeah yeah," Kieran helped his tiger up, kissing him warmly on his seed coated muzzle. "We'll see about that when I stick it into your clammy butthole."

"Now?"

"Now. Just turn around. I'll be done in a second."

"Make it a few more," Jian licked him back, purring happily. "You are by far the best thing that ever happened to me, Ki. I want you to know that-"

"Shhh..." Kieran muzzled his friend, then licked his nose, his lips, his chin. "We'll have all the night for ourselves, but now, this dog really, really wants to lick your sexy feline butt."

** ***The End*****

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