The Puma Present
A collar and an incredibly helpful Puma help a man release his inner feline.
Disclaimer - Don't you just hate it when everyone turns into big cats and starts having raunchy animalistic sex? Yeah, me too. I just can't stand that kind of stuff because I am a normal human being with very average sexual fantasies. That's why I'm not going to read this story. Nope. I mean, who even likes this stuff, anyways? Certainly not you or I. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)
The Puma Present
It'd been a few months since Tyler and Matt had moved in together. It wasn't exactly a whirlwind romance: more of an intermediately smoldering slow burn. This was largely because their widely differing schedules, which synched up as well as the subtitles to Saw played over The Wizard of Oz. Tyler came home sleepy from the bakery at 10:30 AM, once the last loaves were out of the ovens. Matt, on the other hand, had a more normal bank job. He got off at five in the afternoon, unless of course it was a day with one of those dreaded meetings that he claimed to hate so much, despite dressing up to the nines whenever they were scheduled.
Tyler lounged on their worn pea-green sofa, one of his only contributions to the apartment's meticulous décor. His sweatpant-clad legs splayed out as he stifled a yawn and ran a hand through his close cropped black hair. It was usually part of his routine to stay awake at least until Matt returned, but today it was proving to be difficult, sleepiness making the superhero themed shows flickering on the television hard to follow. Matt would of course say that the shows were hard to follow because they weren't any good, but Tyler had been slowly trying to wean him onto some of the better ones that they could watch together. The less-defensible stuff though, he watched alone, letting the campy plots wash over him as he began to nod off.
An angry buzz from the apartment doorbell shook Tyler out of his stupor. He blinked and looked at the ostentatious mirrored art deco clock that Matt had hung on the wall when they moved in. It was still only three o' clock . . . Tyler stood and stretched, joints of his lanky frame creaking before he made his way to the door. There was nothing through the peep-hole, and so he opened the door and looked down to find a somewhat crumpled cardboard box there. This was odd for two reasons. First, the front desk was where most of their packages were delivered, and secondly because the otherwise unadorned taped up cardboard box sported an ostentatious red ribbon tied in a precise bow around it.
Looking down the empty hallway to either side, Tyler shrugged and bent down to retrieve the parcel. It wasn't particularly heavy. As he shook it, he noticed a tag hanging from the bow that had his name on it, printed in a flowery script and then pasted on. Scratching at his chin, Tyler returned to his worn sofa with the box in hand. He idly tapped the back of his thumbnail against his teeth as he paused for a moment, considering before tugging at the ribbon and peeling the tape away from the modern version of an unopened treasure chest.
A blush rose to his cheeks as he peeled back the papery folds. There, nestled amongst some lavender tissue paper, rested a leather collar with a note inside of it.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. Make sure you're wearing this by the time I get home."
Tyler suppressed a disbelieving giggle as he picked up the collar from his boyfriend in his thin fingers. It was all made of surprisingly solid leather save for the burnished clasp and rivets. A wide stripe of light purple ran through the middle while the edges and insides were all a suede black. His blush deepened to a shade closer to that of a beet caught with its pants down as he picked it up in his hands.
Matt had recently discovered that he had some surprising interests that didn't come up in the bedroom very often. This was mostly due to Tyler having dozed off while browsing through a collection of somewhat furrier pictures that he had collected from the internet during his more formative years. Despite the odd revelation, Matt had simply taken the information in stride, grinning like the Grinch as he asked Tyler a few leading questions. Oddly though, he really didn't seem very surprised. Matt had stayed in Tyler's room for a few minutes that night, and they browsed through a few of Tyler's choicer pictures, mostly of the very feline and distinctly masculine variety.
Matt casually mentioned that he had known a few people who were very into that kind of thing. In the end, Tyler was glad that it had come up, but still felt somewhat abashed about subjecting his boyfriend to his odd interests, his thoughts covering up the details of his boyfriend's story.
With a wry smile curling the edges of his lips, Tyler rubbed the collar between his fingers. He could smell the deep earthy scent of the leather as he looked closer at the immaculate craftsmanship. It must have cost quite a bit . . . He ran his tongue over his teeth as he undid the clasp, breaths coming out slightly louder as a tingle of excitement built up in the pit of his stomach. He paused for a second, feeling the heft of the collar in his hand. He was still sort of embarrassed about the whole thing, but if Matt was willing to be into it, Tyler most definitely was as well.
The tingle of excitement rose up inside of his chest as he took the collar and carefully wrapped it around his neck. The leather was cool for a moment before heating up against his skin as he fumbled with the heavy brass buckle. An almost electric thrill descended as he cinched it up, his grey sweatpants developing a noticeable bulge as his breathing quickened. It was a little bit too big for him, hanging loosely from his neck, and yet, it was still exactly what he wanted. Matt must have had to slip over from work just to deliver it. As strange as it was, it was about the most romantic thing Tyler could think of.
His hand wandered down towards his crotch as his thoughts wandered towards his boyfriend and the pictures they had scrolled through a few nights ago. Matt was definitely an attractive man, stocky and yet distinctly athletic. However, Tyler thought he could be improved a little with some tawny fur, a twitching tail, and a hefty feline package nestled between his plush thighs. He licked his lips as he closed his eyes, grinding the butt of his palm against the now distinct bulge of his erection through the smooth fabric of his sweats.
He could almost smell it now, the smell of his boyfriend blossoming into sandy feline musk as lost himself in his own personal fantasy. His other hand's fingers tugged at the collar around his neck, and he could imagine the feeling of soft paw pads running over his flesh, claws extending ever so slightly to prickle against his skin. He ground his cock back against his body as he squirmed slightly, easing off just a bit. He was so hard already, but he was going to have to wait for Matt to get home so he could thank him for the gift. Repeatedly.
The thought made a rumble of pleasure build up inside of himself. He pressed back against the couch, legs stretching out, toes writhing in his socks against the speckled whitish carpet. The rumble didn't cease though, it continued on as a low buzz just under Tyler's perception as he let his fantasies run rampant in his mind. His nose twitched as his tongue licked up over his lip. His own body heat was making the collar feel like it was tingling where it rubbed against his neck. In his mind, he imagined the smooth feeling of it snugly sliding against his fur, marking him as Matt's needy little feline. His teeth felt sharp against his tongue as he continued to pant and purr, returning to that liminal half-conscious phase of sleepy contemplation.
There was a soft scrabbling against the door of the apartment, but Tyler was too absorbed, mind swimming with the vividness of his feline fantasy. It wasn't until the doorbell blared again in three slightly short arrhythmic bursts that he snapped out of it. His brow furrowed as he stood up, breathing heavily and glancing towards the clock, hand absentmindedly tucking his erection behind the elastic band of his boxers. It was still way too early for Matt to be home . . . but maybe he'd taken time off? The idea was just so romantic that it set his heart thrumming along in his chest.
Stepping quickly towards the door, he once again brought his eye up to the small copper peephole. Oddly, once again there was no one there.
Double checking that the bulge in his pants wasn't too noticeable, Tyler opened the door. He initially looked down the well-lit apartment hallway towards the stairs, hoping to see who had rang the bell. But from the direction he didn't look, something large and furry slid sinuously in through the crack in the door, eventually rubbing its bulk against Tyler's leg. Stumbling back from the door with a shout as it slammed shut, Tyler looked down, at first thinking that the creature that had wandered into his apartment was a dog. But as he backpedaled, holding one hand between himself and the beast that had suddenly materialized in his apartment, it became readily apparent that it was actually a fully grown tawny furred mountain lion that had just . . . wandered in . . . after ringing the doorbell?
Tyler swallowed heavily, instinctive panic setting in as he stared down at the wild animal that casually sauntered towards him. It probably weighed more than he did, and hundreds of thousands of years of evolution was telling him to run like his life depended on it. He could swear that it was grinning in a sort of placid feline way, muscles shifting under its light brown fur as its dark tipped tail swayed behind it. What really caught Tyler's eyes though, was the collar around the creature's neck: heavy, leather, with an orange stripe in the same way that his was purple.
"Uhh . . . good kitty," Tyler hazarded, still stepping backwards slowly. The cougar's green gold eyes were fixed on him, its pinkish nose huffing above the creamy colored patch of fur on its feline chin. Despite the flood of adrenalin that the raw terror from being so close to a dangerous animal produced, his member still pulsed tight and hard against his waistband. His head was still muzzy from being lost in the thoughts of his personal fantasy, and now this just seemed so unreal. His mouth hung open, revealing his slightly more pronounced canines as he took another step back, losing his balance with a shout and tumbling back onto the faded green couch.
He cringed as, in one fluid motion, the puma pounced forwards, alighting on the sofa next to him imperiously. He tried to push it away, fingers braced against the cat's plush fur, but the fearsome creature effortlessly ducked under his grasp, seeming to flow like a liquid as it went in for the kill. Tyler's life failed to flash before his eyes. Instead of tearing out his throat, the big cat mrowled and butted its head in against the side of his neck with surprising strength, wriggling against him like a dog that wanted more attention, heavy paws kneading at his chest through the fabric of his white tee-shirt.
"H-holy shit." Tyler clenched his teeth as his body stiffened in more ways than one. The cougar's dark ears were flickering under his chin as the cat pulled its heavy body against him and snuggled in, tail twitching. "Are you . . .?" He huffed, breaths panting out as he could feel the deep buzz of the cat purring against him. It turned its head, looking up at him with its warm luminous eyes that seemed somehow familiar. "Matt, is that you?"
The cat purred and licked its lips, letting out a soft noncommittal mrow. But before Tyler could speak again, it pushed its massive face in, pink nose huffing warmth, long whiskers tickling before its tongue slid out and licked against the human's lips. Catching Tyler in the middle of another question, the tongue quickly invaded the man's mouth, prickling with warm sandpaper abrasion as it flickered in against the dumb-struck man's gums. Tyler's eyes flew wide open as the puma pressed a paw against his shoulder and licked in with renewed vigor, making out with the man in loud sloppy strokes, tongue slippery and wet, warm and rough all at the same time.
Tyler panted, only resisting for a second before melting forwards, feeling the cat's cool leathery nose bump against his own. The whole history of his evolution was cast aside for passion as the fear for his safety subsided. With every breath, the scent of the big cat leaning into him became more and more vivid. It was a dark and yet sharp blend of autumn leaves and a tickling acrid feline musk. His nostrils twitched, glistening as the cougar's tongue stroked up past his upper lip. His face bloomed with heat, skull creaking as his nose slowly turned forwards, the outsides quickly dusted with light brown velvet. It was confusing when one of the beast's deadly teeth clacked against his own. Even with their tongues sliding against one another, Tyler could feel his jaw tensing as his canines sharpened impossibly into thick fangs.
A string of spittle snapped between them as the mountain lion pulled back, licking its thin dark lips mischievously, stretching out languorously and kneading at the cushion below. Tyler's mouth hung open, changing nose still twitching as he followed the cat's sleek form down between its hind legs. He could smell the cat's arousal as his eyes alighted on the cat's package: rounded testes and furry sheath, just a hint of pink pressing from the top. A shudder ran through Tyler's body, accompanied by a wave of heat reverberating through the collar around his neck: desire flushing through his body like an ignited backdraft. The puma's deep bass rumble increased in volume as he watched the human fixate, hungry eyes drinking in his image as it were life itself.
Everything was just so sudden, so abrupt it didn't seem real. Tyler shakily stood up and put a hand to his face, eyes going wide as he felt the familiar ridges of his nose redefined. It was just too weird: it couldn't possibly be real . . . but it certainly felt like it. The big cat's tail patted against the side of the couch irritably as the human took a step away from him. Lazily reaching forwards with a paw, his claws caught the back of Tyler's pants, flexing out and hooking in the loose fabric before yanking down. Pants and argyle boxers suddenly around his ankles and then pulled away, Tyler tumbled forwards with a shout.
Almost before his hands fell onto the plush carpet, the cougar jumped down with him, rubbing his furry bulk against Tyler amorously. Suddenly, the beast pushed up under one of his arms, pulling his body through and butting his furry head against Tyler's chin. The man dug his fingertips into the fur between the great cat's shoulders, trepidation melting away as the big animal rumbled appreciatively. The cat writhed under his scratching fingers, loose skin tensing, muscles straining as his tail flicked with every scritch. The smooth brushy sensation seemed to pull at Tyler's fingertips. Soon his nails started to curl in, and his fingers bulged with muscle, widening. At first it was almost imperceptible, but soon, despite the cloying scent of raw attraction racking his brain, Tyler noticed the changes.
Holding up his hands, fingers half splayed, nails thickening before his eyes, Tyler muttered, "You're going to change me too, aren't you?" The words sounded somewhat silly once he had uttered them, but his exposed cock jerked against his belly as the revelation crept into his mind. The very thought made him flush in anticipation.
The puma, as if considering the affirmation self-evident, moved his massive tawny head between Tyler's hands. With a huff of warm breath, the big cat lapped out with its flat wide tongue, scraping up Tyler's wrist and palm before getting wetly tangled between his fingers. Tyler couldn't help but giggle as the mountain lion took three of his fingers into his mouth, suckling on them noisily. The wet warm sandpapery squelching made him squirm. His bones creaked, and fat leathery pads thickened on his fingertips as the scraping tongue raised up prickling dusty colored fur around them.
He cradled the puma's head, its eyes closed into happy slits as it lazily switched hands, actually reaching up and grabbing Tyler's arms with tensed claws.
"Ah, hey. Hey!" He shouted as his other hand was dragged into the oddly needy feline's maw. "Sharp!"
As much as a big cat can, the animal seemed to roll its eyes, crunching his flatter rear teeth playfully over Tyler's hand as it too popped and cracked, thumb pulling back as his digits widened and stiffened into a proper paw. Tyler's other somewhat sodden hand-paw stroked the cougar's cheek. It was getting almost impossible to make a fist, instead, his forming claws curled out from the blunt tips of his fingers, combing through the rumbling feline's whiskers. He just couldn't help it, sniffing in at the fur on the top of the mountain lion's head, nostrils widening as he took in that delicious earthy reek. His tongue slipped out almost automatically, developing roughness tugging at the soft fur between the animal's two twitching rounded ears. With each lap, his tongue scraped out longer, widening and curling as he pulled it back past his darkening lips.
As his tongue strayed down, it made contact with the burnished leather of the puma's black and orange collar, and his body shook as if he'd been shocked. There was something that sparked through that collar into him, making his face creak out slightly faster, ears starting to tug and twitch as they were overcome by dark fur. The cougar seemed to notice, bemusedly giving Tyler's almost fully formed paw one last drawn out lick before letting it fall to the ground. Sitting down on his haunches with a whumph, the massive cat cocked his head to the side, bright greenish eyes staring directly at Tyler as the changing human's own eyes stared fixedly between the puma's hind legs, pink wet nose huffing in lungfuls of animal musk as he stared hungrily at the twitching pink tip jutting from the creature's plump furry sheath.
It felt completely natural for Tyler, his two paws pressed down against the carpet as his tongue licked up over his nose reflexively. The cougar encouraged his curiosity, reaching forwards and hooking its claws around his now only somewhat loose collar and yanking his face in against the lighter plush for of the creature's underbelly.
The heady scent and soft warm fur made Tyler swoon, leaning forwards almost instinctually, rubbing his face against the puma's plush pelt. The deep content rumble of the big cat's purr buzzing through his body, Tyler took a deep breath, senses alight as his tongue stroked out automatically, combing through the fur just a whisker's length from the cougar's throbbing member. The changing man felt the cat's own caring tongue scrape out over his head. The man's dark hair lightened into a thick buff coat as the beast's huffing grew loud in his ears. The clever tongue stretched them out into rounded dark furred curls with white fluff inside as the fine muscles developed for them to fold and twitch appreciatively.
Tyler's own huffing grew louder, his breaths coming out in raspy purrs as he angled his head down until his pink twitching nose bumped against the warm gently pointed tip of the cat's heady feline spire. But just as he made contact, forming whiskers stretching out inquisitively, the big cat rose up to all fours, pulling its throbbing maleness away under his haunches. Tyler stretched his neck forwards, bending down and pressing himself between the puma's front legs, eyes still laser focused on the pink spire jutting from the cat's sheath as he crawled forwards.
Raising one of its front paws up to give him more direct access, the puma pressed himself forwards, reaching out and dragging his long sharp claws over the still-human flesh of Tyler's buttocks. Tyler gasped out as the claws pulled gently over his tender skin, leaving faint chalky pink scrapes behind before they casually grabbed his loose shirt and tore it off as easily as one might tear paper. Feeling the sensation of his skin beginning to loosen and twitch, a warm tawny undercoat prickled in behind the deadly claws, the changes made Tyler's eyes lose focus. The muscles of his rump clenched as his hips creaked, his whole body tensing as the puma also methodically began lapping in at his lower back, spreading his growing earthy pelt in a silken cascade.
The cougar rumbled lustily as he shifted his weight atop the enraptured man, angling his hips slightly lower and grinding forwards. Tyler was shaken, the strange rapture of feeling every follicle of fur burst forth from his back enveloping his thoughts as something warm and pulsing began to rub, pressing insistently against the side of his developing muzzle. His focus snapped back to his position as the cougar rubbed his pulsing member against his whiskers, pink shaft pressing out until the fine feline barbs caught and tugged at them. Tyler turned his head, opening his jaws needfully, huffing in his lover's scent, but the cougar shifted his lithe furry bulk atop him once more, ending up with his member rubbing through the fur between Tyler's crossed eyes teasingly. Throbbing out it its full length, the pointed feline shaft left a thin gleaming trail of glistening pre between the fine fibers of Tyler's thickening tawny fur.
The scent alone was driving the man crazy, every lungful of the astringently delicious scent of aroused male cat making him shudder. His own unattended cock jerked and leaked out a dribble of pre as he let out a moan that sounded more like an animal yowl. Lapping his growing tongue out as far as he could, Tyler's needy tongue tip just barely managed to brush against the fuzz of the puma's taut furry balls, feeling his plush scrotum tense against him. The big cat shook slightly as if trying to muster self-control, rubbing his furry balls against the velveteen top of Tyler's nose. His front paws kneaded at the human's thighs as they bulged, pulling shorter and shorter as the joints all creaked and began to shift in alignment. Soon, Tyler scrabbled off of his knees, toes curling as he pulled his developing hind legs up so that he was standing on his developing swelling paws, socks feeling tighter and tighter.
The cougar took advantage of the Tyler's shifted stature, letting his full weight rest on the man, grabbing his fluffy rear in both paws, and then licking down, teasing his cheeks before scraping his hot rough tongue against Tyler's tensed pucker. He felt the man's head pull up against him as he moaned out a subdued roar. With each slick and then gripping stroke, Tyler's anus tensed, squeezing at the sudden contrasting slippery rough sensations. The feelings only got more intense as his spine popped, and a sudden lurching crack made his tongue slow its desperate lapping as his forming tail began to haltingly press out. It made his ass feel more and more sensitive, tugged at by the muscles of his growing tail. The fleshy ring of muscle was stretched wider as his writhing new fluffy appendage pulled to one side and then the next, already reflecting his unfulfilled need. His changing hole was more prominent, sensitive and more muscular than the man's ass had ever been before. His mouth hung open as the cougar pressed in from the side, continuing to ravish under his tail with his sandpaper tongue.
After ages of seeming deliberation, the cougar lifted his strong hips, letting his cock slide back just enough so that Tyler could wrap his hungry lips around it. The taste was electric fleshy bliss as he took the short tapered length into his still-growing jaws. His muzzle buzzed as he took in the rich salty feline taste, mixing with the heady scent of increasingly aroused puma. Soon the rough surface of his tongue was catching against the Cougar's barbs, making the swelling cock buck and pump a drip of slick salty pre into Tyler's eager muzzle. He salivated, wrapping his tongue around that decadent pink throbbing member and suckling at it even as his ass was lashed at again and again by that probing fleshy tongue.
With every rough lap, the puma pressed in a little harder under Tyler's tail, making his clenched hole strain and tug in heated pleasure. Soon, with a particularly lusty lap, the cougar slipped inside, making Tyler's stuffed maw warble in jubilation. Tyler's growing tail stiffened as his cock strained, his altered anus clenching and writhing against the half rough, half slick tongue that ground in and curled around inside of him, making his cock dribble out a few drops of heady feline pre onto the carpet below. As his testes clenched and seethed, a dusting of creamy fur grew in on his tightening scrotum which jostled and tugged. A loose roll of flesh formed the start of an animal sheath around the base of his still fruitlessly straining human cock.
Tyler groaned and suckled around the animal cock lodged in his gullet, wrapping his flexible tongue around it and feeling it thrum and throb with the puma's heartbeat. But soon, he felt the mountain lion shift his furry bulk on top of him, and the glistening saliva-drenched shaft began to pull away. He curled his tongue needfully after that addictive twitching spire as the mountain lion slid off of him. The animal seemed to grin coquettishly back as he turned, green eyes twinkling as his dark tipped tail flicked under Tyler's still open panting jaws.
A mewling plea escaped Tyler's dark lips, a hoarse animal wheeze that perfectly conveyed his overwhelming desires. He felt so empty, rear tightening around nothing as his tail swished from side to side. The mountain lion turned around, butting his head against Tyler's snout reassuringly, as if that needy yowl was all the man had needed to say. Tyler shook, his newly developed muscles straining as he stood on all four paws, his heavy rear claws poking through the torn remains of his socks. His eyes followed the cougar as he walked around him, catching a brief tantalizing view of the animal's hefty balls and straining pink spike that made him whine in need, tongue rasping out over his huffing nose.
Soon, Tyler felt the cougar's hot breath puffing against his glistening ass once again. His twitching ring of muscle was teased by a wispy brushing of whiskers before that slick hot tongue lapped out one last time, forcing him open around it and lapping out in a rough stroke, combing through the fluff at the base of his still-growing tail. The cougar's paws grasped around Tyler's haunches, and he pulled himself up atop of the mostly changed cat under him, their plush fur grinding together. Tyler shifted his weight from paw to paw, the deep rumble of manic anticipation bubbling inside of him as the big cat casually lapped at the fur between his shoulders before drawing himself closer, claws pricking through Tyler's fur.
A gasp escaped Tyler's lips as the puma rocked his hips, poking the man's plush testes with the point of his turgid cock, leaving a faint sheen of musky pre. Still, the great cat teased him, rubbing up, grinding playfully under Tyler's balls until the changing man let out a shrieking yowl of frustration, claws digging into the carpet. The puma gently kissed Tyler's folded back ears with a quick lick and nuzzle before acquiescing to the man's request, angling his hips and then pressing forwards ever so slightly so that his tapered tip rest against Tyler's straining hole as the changing cat's tail writhed out from under the cougar's belly.
All signs of protest from Tyler ceased, his tongue hanging from his muzzle as his straining fleshy ass clenched and strained as it was poked again. His eyes widened as the cougar lowered his head, claws digging into his thick loose skin before he strained forwards, pointed fleshy tip prodding in harder and harder, making the muscular passage clench and writhe in a fitful spasm of hot pleasure. Building up an insistent rhythm, the cougar rocked forwards, thrusts growing rougher. Tyler braced his paws against the ground, entire stocky feline form wriggling with blazing need. He couldn't stand the teasing any longer, and so he pressed himself back with a deep growl.
Time seemed to slow as the man felt his asshole strain, blazing with warmth before being forced wide open around the mountain lion's twitching, hot member. The cat on top of him let out a creaking groan of pleasure, claws scraping along his protégé's flanks as he rocked back and his barbs caught at Tyler's torrid squeezing inner walls. The new cat's insides twisted and churned, passion fluttering up, tying his stomach in a knot as the thrashing of his tail made his ass crush down on the pointed feline prick inside of him. He could feel the turgid and textured length jerk, splashing out dribbles of potent pre inside of him. Every time the cat pulled back and thrust forwards, he sank in ever so slightly deeper, stretching Tyler ever wider, filling him with heat as the air became rife with the reek of rutting male pumas.
Tyler's own cock arced and pulled up under him, brushing against his light fluffy belly fur. Every time the cougar thrust into him, his tight animal balls jostled up slightly higher, coming to rest closer and closer to his increasingly abused anus. His cock was likewise tugged up, skin thinning down to a glistening pink, angling down towards the ground, leaking out his own peppery need. Soon the mountain lion's balls were patting up against his own, squeezing them together gently with every rocking shove, sending running shocks of bliss echoing through his body, causing his tail to twist and lash.
The big cat loomed over him, slathering his fuzzy ears in affection, his heavy panting breaths punctuating his increasingly savage shoves. Tyler braced himself, claws sinking into the carpet as he matched his feral lover's rhythm, pressing back as his ass was stretched taut. The cougar let loose a growl that slowly turned into a roar as he braced himself, back legs straining against the carpet as he slammed forwards, driving his shaft in up to the hilt in Tyler's ass. The sudden straining burst made Tyler's eyes water, pleasure flushing through him as he felt the pulsing length jerk up, straining against his insides before pausing for a split second and then gushing out a torrent of thick hot seed inside of his ass.
Tyler felt like he was floating, entire body quivering with need as the Cougar's hot essence filled him, spines prickling against his insides. His own neglected member was leaking like a sieve, shortening slightly as he strained, pulling back into his furry sheath as the tip sharpened into the head of a true feline member. Even as the big cat came, he reached down with a wide paw, caressing Tyler's beige sides, sliding under him until the warm leathery pads brushed ever so slightly against the tortured new cat's member, bristling against the feline barbs that were just prickling in along the painfully hard length.
That brief brush of contact was all Tyler needed, his balls tensing, pleasure ricocheting around inside of his body as his cock shook and he spattered out halting bursts of thick creamy feline jizzum onto the carpet below him. His tortured ass clamped down around the cougar with every straining spray of cum from his feline prick, coaxing the cougar onto new heights. Tyler's face screwed up into a rictus of ecstasy as the puma bit down at the tough skin of his neck, pulling himself further, hips jackhammering into the new cat's squeezing confines. The scent of their lust permeated the air, the salty basic smell of Tyler's cum contrasting with the bitter male musk that made both of their mouths water, a string of spittle leaking from the edges of Tyler's open jaws.
Their wild stamina was strained to the limit, each egging the other on as the rocked together in a snarling tangle of straining cougar-flesh. Both of their tails flicked with every strain of masculine release as their muscles bulged beneath their loose skin and thick plush pelts. Every gush of heat and warmth was a completely new surge of pleasure, Tyler's mind attempting but failing to keep up with the bliss assaulting his senses from every angle.
It seemed like ages had passed before the jaws released Tyler's scruff, and the puma rest for a second on his back, huffing into his ears with obvious exhaustion. The new cougar mewled as the spines caught at his ass one last time, his caring lover sliding out of him, letting his ass strain around nothing for a moment before the tender ring of muscle finally squeezed shut after him. Tyler turned, surprised at how easy it was to move on all fours. The cougar yawned lazily, stretching forwards and dragging his claws against the carpet before leaping up on the couch, splaying his legs, and beginning to clean himself rather ostentatiously.
Tyler attempted to follow, underestimating the strength in his new legs as he rammed into the back of the sofa, collecting himself awkwardly, shaking a paw with a claw caught against the worn green cushions on the back and tearing it slightly. He curled up against his lover as they groomed each other, breaths slowing as they reclined in a languid puddle of rumbling warm tan fur.
Soon, Tyler's now luminous eyes began to close, blinking back open a few times while he curled his back against his lover's body, licking sleepily up at the creamy fur under his chin. Soon the new cat drifted off into a deep slumber, the cougar licking out across his brow gently for a few moments before curling around him, and joining him in the warm haze of a feline nap.
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A metallic scratching noise pulled Tyler from his nap, his bright eyes fluttering open. There was a jingling outside of his apartment as the door handle began to shake.
But that didn't make any sense to Tyler, as the only other person who had keys to their place was Matt, who was still nestled beside him on their now even more disheveled sofa. Tyler tried to stand up, inexperience causing him to flumph back to the couch as the door swung open, revealing Matt, his sharp charcoal suit silhouetted by the constant yellow lights of the hallway.
Tyler pushed up onto his front legs, hindquarters still resting against the puma on the couch behind him. He looked at Matt, and then looked at the cougar, and then back to Matt. His question came out as a grumbling meow. The big cat merely opened one eye, yawning heavily before hopping down from the sofa in one fluid motion, moving towards Matt, who checked the hallway behind him before closing the door and fastidiously locking it.
"I didn't think I was that late. Looks like you already met the guy I was telling you about," he chuckled somewhat nervously as the big cat strode towards him and bumped against his leg. "No no no." He pushed the cat away. "You have no clue how hard it is to get hair off of these." He set down his briefcase on the table, pulling at the sides as the latches popped open and revealed a very familiar shape: a heavy leather collar, this one with a green stripe running down the center.
"I guess I'll join you guys in a second . . ." He took a few steps towards the bedroom, bringing the collar with him before he paused, looking at Tyler, who still sat stunned on the couch. "You alright there? I thought you'd really like something like . . . uhh, this." He paused as he noticed the wet spot on the middle of their carpet with a roll of his eyes. "And maybe after we're done, we could finally get rid of that old thing . . ." He gestured towards the sofa, which was now even more disheveled than usual.
Tyler shook himself, looking up at his boyfriend, and once again back to the cougar circling him like a fuzzy land-shark. The fur on his cheeks fluffed out as he nodded slowly. He tried to ask a question again, but it once again came out as a halting animal growl.
"Yeah, talking gets pretty tough, I've heard. You'll have to guide me through it." Matt's blush could have heated the room by itself as he escaped to their bedroom to change, leaving Tyler to stare wide-eyed at the cougar, who he had apparently just met for the first time. The big cat looked back at him with a mischievous wink.
The night was just beginning.