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Andrea was always surprised when she actually liked somebody from the gym. They usually had shit-for-brains in her experience. Most people didn't know dick about shit, they wanted something from her (usually a hole to fuck), or they were just straight-up boring. Kahnso was kind of a shithead, but he was pretty and he had fun stories to tell, and Andrea loved hearing the exploits of a fellow rapist. Camaraderie was brewing between them when he bragged about the German Shepherd bitch he'd knotted stupid at one of his release parties, how he gave it to her right in her swollen, weird muff. Andrea had a story to shoot right back, telling him about the foxcoon boy with the fat, black cunt who worked at her gym for a month before he started therapy. They got along great, and he didn't mind that she had a dick.

"So, babe, here's the real question I gotta ask." Kahnso licked his lips, then his fangs. His paw was on Andrea's formidable thigh, gripping until the flesh dimpled. As muscular as she was, she still had curves to squeeze. "My place or yours?"

"Mine," the white tiger smartly said. "I don't do that gated community shit."

To her surprise, Kahnso didn't push the matter; she was expecting somebody who liked a struggle-snuggle as much as she did to be more bossy. She rode in his SUV, comfortable in barking orders at his driver. They groped and kissed in the back, fondling each other and keeping their dominance on equal footing. She squeezed his balls; he twisted her tit. When he bit her lip, she nipped his tongue. They made themselves rock-hard, and they barely made it into her house with their clothes on. Kahnso told his driver to fuck off and come back in the morning.

In the tiger's bedroom, Kahnso poured a shot of tequila each. He watched the white tiger undress, appreciating the physical perfection of her striped white body and the efficient way she disrobed; Andrea didn't do strip-teases.

Nipples hard, cock harder and all of said flesh in jet black, Andrea slugged down her tequila and slammed the glass on the table. "Let's see that prettyboy ass of yours now," she growled. "I'm horny as fuck."

Kahnso downed his own drink and snickered. He scratched his naked abs, then started to open his fly languidly. "Really funny, babe. You wanna eat my ass?"

The tiger wasn't offended, but she was horribly blunt. "I don't do that shit. Find a pillow to bite. I'll look for some lube."

"Hey--! Hey, wait a fucking second here," the rock singer groused. His fly was open, but he held the flaps together like pinching a towel around his waist. His ears splayed against his crown. "I don't take it in the ass, gimme a fucking break."

Andrea looked over her shoulder, away from her nightstand. She sneered. "And I do? You're in my house, big boy. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"How 'bout the no way?" Kahnso zipped up and started on the button, trying it unsuccessfully one-handed and collecting his shirt in the other. "You can fuck your fist, psycho bitch. I'm outta here."

But Andrea couldn't leave it alone. Buzzed and horny and smelling the fear, she yowled and lunged on Kahnso, taking him down to the floor. The combined weight of their muscular bodies tumbled to the carpet noisily, Kahnso taking the full impact. The air rushed from his lungs and he wheezed, splayed out and helpless.

A demonic grin split Andrea's face. Kahnso's plaintive cry brought out the worst bloodlust in her, and it overlapped closely with the sexual kind. She raked her claws down his back, digging bleeding ruts into his flesh. He shrieked and bucked, and unlike most of the prey Andrea nailed, he was big enough to fight back. The tiger was nothing if not a pragmatic woman: she slugged him so hard in the back of the skull that his arms flopped slack in wild, strange positions on the floor. He was still breathing and wincing, but he wasn't about to throw her off anymore.

"That's more like it, you just be a good piece of ass like that," mumbled Andrea, tail swishing in primal feline delight. As she murmured at her big, handsome fuckpet, she scooted down and pried apart the chiseled cheeks of his ass to expose his pucker. She hawked and spat on it, rubbing the slobber in with the pad of her thumb - claws retracted, because not even Andrea was that evil.

Kahnso huffed at the feeling. Her rubbing felt almost as good as the throb in the back of his head ached. He grumbled, "It feels like my fucking eyes are gonna pop out of their sockets."

Andrea mounted up on the dozy rockstar. She didn't hotdog that fine, muscular ass; she pushed her cock into his asshole with its token lubrication and started to gouge him open.

Her entry made Kahnso tonelessly scream and buck his hefty body. The agony of anal rape helped him shake off the fuzz of the donkey punch, making him strong with adrenaline, but she had no intention of giving up the prize. She slammed her fists against his upper back, mashing bruises the shapes of her knuckles into his kidneys and wrenching a bitchlike shriek out of him. "Hold still!" Andrea roared. Then with a possessive growl which made Kahnso feel cheap and dirty, "I'll beat you 'til you piss fucking blood if you try to get loose again, hot stuff. You're mine."

The fox pawed at the floor, his manicured claws making lines in the carpet. Tears welled in his red eyes, running down his cheeks and darkening his white fur. "I'm gonna piss blood anyway," he hissed like a petulant teenager. "I think I need a kidney transplant now, you thick cunt."

"Thick is right," Andrea laughed with the grace and prettiness of a witch. She plunged her claws into Kahnso's shoulder blades, beads of blood greeting her fingertips and staining her fur. The singer gasped and clenched with his ass, and in a vicious cycle, the anal pain made him wince and gasp again. He choked out a sob and tried to push himself off of floor, but Andrea shoved him down and swatted the soon-to-be-bruised spot on his skull. It hurt him enough to make him yelp and splay his ears down.

Andrea looked down and her chocolate-colored hair fell over her shoulders, giving the brutal dickbitch some feminine beauty. She drank in the sight of her thick, black slab of meat gouging open the one and only Kocaine Kahnso, and she snarled with vicious satisfaction as her hips met his bottom. His anus was swollen, turning an angry shade of red as she opened it.

"I figured you'd appreciate that I can rape as good as you can," the tiger remarked, putting her elbows on either side of Kahnso. Her full breasts flattened against his bloody shoulder blades. Moving with the wonderful grace only such a muscular cat could have, she gyrated against Kahnso, fucking his rich ass with only a few inches of her meat. She nipped the side of his neck, causing him to whine. His submission left her enthralled.

"Ah, I fucking hate you, you cunt," Kahnso spat, desperately trying to harden his shaky voice. "I'm gonna cut your fucking head off for this..."

She chomped his neck outright, teeth sinking in and pricking, but not spearing the heavy artery of his jugular. He screamed like murder, thinking that was it, and he started to cry with no thought given to his image. "Oh, fuck, oh--, oh god, don't fucking kill me, please don't fucking kill me!" The tears poured from his eyes. Andrea tasted his blood and considered, for what seemed like an eternity to both of them, just ripping out his throat. His blood was delicious, thrilling her in ways evolution and civilization had tried to make dormant, but she let his neck go reluctantly. She couldn't run her gym from prison.

Blood-streaked lips against his ear and hips starting to pound his ass, Andrea snarled, "Bet that German Shepherd bitch you raped would love to hear what you just said, wouldn't she? Fuck, I wonder how much a video of this'd be worth to you."

The fear of death remained, but shifted into a different, more informal kind of terror. His lower jowl quivered; he winced with each grind of the tiger's hips whether she was coming in or pulling back. "You--, what the fuck are you saying, you evil bitch?" he asked, his tone fraught with disbelief.

A deep, resonant chuckle shook through Andrea, and Kahnso by contact. She licked the vampiric marks she'd left on his weeping neck. "I like makin' home movies when I fuck prettyboys. Camera's pointed at the bed but it still hears everything we're saying."

Kahnso groaned, trying to pull himself away from Andrea, but the tiger hunkered down on him and slammed her cock home in his abused, red asshole. He didn't scream, but he grunted through clenched teeth and ground his snout into the carpet.

"You want the recording? We'll talk terms... but after I bust my nut." She pushed up and grabbed his shoulders a final time, claws pricking but not piercing his bloody skin. Biting her luscious lip until its black flesh turned white, she pounded Kahnso with her boundless energy. He was snug as a virgin, though she allowed that she was just a very large lady; anything was tight to somebody as hung as she was. It was still a fun fantasy, going nicely with the power she had leveraged over him.

"Gawddamn, I'm gonna shoot so far up your prettyboy ass," Andrea groaned, not bothering to complete the thought. Her heavy white balls spanked Kahnso's and her tits jiggled. Sweat deep in her fur began to dribble off of her, brow especially, and droplets hit the small of Kahnso's back and the lashing brush of his tail. "Mmh, fuck. Moan for me."

Kahnso was red-faced; his eyes were bloodshot from crying. "Fuck you!" he spat.

"I said moan, not dirty talk, shit-for-brains." She smacked the back of his head again and made him flinch. "Fuck it, then, I still got you begging like a cunt... just gonna blow my load."

The evil tiger scrunched over Kahnso, bottoming out in his body and grinding just a few inches in and out like a lewd dance. She licked his wounded neck, nibbled his ear, kissed his cheek; he pulled away from her every time, whimpering timidly.

Andrea shuddered. Her balls pulled taut and she suffered her mighty orgasm, pumping thick and sticky ropes of her dickbitch cum into his pompous ass. She nuzzled him all over his head, nosing through his hair and preening him possessively. She purred all the while as her body tingled in climax, and soon afterglow.

"Mmh. Goddammit. Stop that cuddly shit." Kahnso squirmed under her, crying but not sobbing. "Give me that fucking recording. You want money? I'll give you money."

The big cat nosed Kahnso's ear just so she could snicker in it. "My gym needs some new equipment, but you're good for so more than that, hon. I'm gonna get my time's worth out of you. You better be able to suck some dick."

"You stick that fucking dick in my mouth," Kahnso sputtered, "and I swear to god--!"

"If you bite me, I'm making a necklace out of your teeth and earrings out of your gonads, singer-boy." She nipped the edge of his ear, barely dimpling its cartilage. Kahnso hissed; music to her ears. "Now... stop your bitching. I want to cuddle."