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"Hey, come on in, how was the drive," I asked as I opened the door, which told Toby in the kitchen that our first arrivals were Michelle and Jack. What surprised us both was that Roger arrived right behind them.

"It was long, as usual. Driving on the plains is so horrible!"

"Oh, I know, tell me about it! That's why I was so happy to pick up a Utahn hitchhiker," Toby said, looking at me with a wink.

"The only reason, I'm sure," laughed Jack.

"You guys really do go about it the wrong way," said Roger, fluffing his wings. "There's really no better way than to fly."

"Yeah, but we can see how tired your arms are. I couldn't imagine how much flapping would be involved to lift me into the sky," laughed Jack, flexing to show off his obvious mass.

"Nah, you should meet some of the eagles I know. Just need a bigger wing span."

"Are you saying my ox needs more muscle," cried Michelle, her eyes wide. "He'll disappear into the gym and I'll never see him again!"

"Hey!"

"Don't worry, Michelle," I assured her. "I'll tell Geoffrey not to let him stay more than twelve hours a day."

"Heeeeey!"

"Oh, so you want to reduce his schedule?"

"HEY!" bellowed Jack. Everyone else laughed, and we almost missed Tiffany and Charles knocking on the door.

"So how was it? You're all in one piece, and smiling. I hope that means he didn't do anything to hurt you," Tiffany demanded as soon as she could see me around the door.

"Uh, I ah..."

"Come in, Tiffany. Welcome." Said Toby, bringing around the salad he had just finished.

"Sorry. I've just been worried," she backed down, as Charles gently pushed her over to the sofa with a paw on each shoulder, while Michelle and I moved chairs around.

"No need to be," I said. "The Druff behaved himself like a gentleman. He promised repeatedly that nothing would be coercive. Oh, and grades and papers never came up, so there's no fear of that, either."

"Besides, I'm auditing, so he can't use it against me," I reminded the cougar, who nodded.

"And he loved the apple pie, too. I'm glad we took it," Toby added.

"Do we even want to consider the juicy details," Roger asked from his perch on the back of the sofa.

"Well, Toby looks hot in a leather harness," I said, getting out my phone. "Don't worry, he's not naked," I added as I opened my gallery. We had already agreed that they could see any pictures that weren't too revealing. So two.

"You took pictures," cried Tiffany. "Seriously!"

Charles rolled his head back and laughed at her. "It's the digital age, babe. Pics, or it didn't happen."

"Well, I took this one," I admitted, carefull not to hand over the phone, just let her see the picture. "But our hands were... busy for most of it. So Druff took most of them. I couldn't see, and he said I might want to know what it looked like," I scrolled next to the picture of me in the hood, with my head tipped.

"That is cute," Michelle cooed. "But I don't think you want to wear a mask that covers your eyes."

"I don't think I want to wear a pup hood ever again," I said. "I looked them up online, and, well, they typically mean certain things that I just don't want to communicate. Except maybe to my tiger."

"And I don't need him to, because I know he's mine, and I'm his," agreed Toby.

Roger and Jack checked out the hood without comment, then made appreciative noises at the harness picture. "Hmm, you are looking good these days, Tob'," said Jack. "Professionally speaking, anyway. You should come to the gym, so you don't lose that before next summer."

"Nah, I can lift my fox," grinned Toby, who picked me up and lifted me over his head, as I protested loudly.

Roger laughed, "Now you could fly all the way to Phoenix, with arm strength like that," he grinned.

"Put me down!"

"Alright, babe," Toby said, bringing me down to level so he could give me a kiss in apology. I scampered to my chair as soon as my feet touched the floor and covered up my bluster by serving myself a big slice of the main course, eggplant lasagne.

"Well, the gist of it is, though, that we had fun, and so did The Druff, but it wasn't really our thing. So there are no plans for a repeat in the forseeable future," Toby said, removing his hot gloves and handing out slices to everyone else. "And he was fine with that."

"You're sure," demanded Tiffany.

"Yep. Never once did he mention finals week. In fact, he even insisted we don't use any school honorifics. It was just a big daddy tiger and his two boys."

"Now that conjures interesting images," said Charles. "Are you two twins?"

Everyone laughed at that, and after settling, we dug in to the lasagne and finished the meal in silence. Toby had really outdone himself with the lasagne. I suspect it was his way of dealing with post-holiday depression, by keeping the eating going as long as he could. And leftover beef was out of the question. Besides, there were only a couple more slices left, which would make a couple nice sandwiches, but nothing more.

Twilight Imperium finished that night, which was a bit of a relief because there was only one week before finals, and then the end of the semester and everyone really wanted to finsih so it wasn't hanging over us during the chaos at the end of the term.

After we said goodbye to everyone and the door closed for the last time, I turned to Toby, who kissed me and wrapped me in a hug.

"Do it again, Tig'." I cooed.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Show me how strong you are." He looked at me for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"I wondered why you didn't demand that I never do that again!" He drew me in and picked me up like a bench press, as I reached down and fondled his bulging biceps.

"Hmm, my big, strong tiger," I rumbled. My tail was wagging furiously.

"Yeah, and there's only one thing for it," he said, lowering me so we could fit in the hallway, then carting me to bed. He lowered me with just a tiny toss onto the bed, and tugged my clothes off. Stripping down himself, he flexed again and lowered himself down beside me. "You know, you're not so bad in the muscle department yourself," he purred. "That gym job is already paying off." He traced my muscles with a finger, and I answered by leaning forward and lightly biting his nipple.

"Yow!" He said. That was all the encouragement I needed. I drew him in and wrapped arms and legs around him, pressing my lips firmly against his and rubbing my paws all over his back. He echoed my motion and in moments we were both poking each other's waists. I took one paw and grabbed both of us and began to rub together. Toby moaned, taking both of our sacks in his fingers and rubbing gently. We stayed like that for a bit, before I rolled over and raised my tail.

"Hit me with those spikes, hon'," I urged. Toby didn't waste any time. He stood up and, adding a little lube from the pump dispenser on the bedside stand, slathered himself up. He wiped his paw on his hip, then took my tail and lowered himself in. I could feel the spikes just beginning to show and tug at the ring as he pushed in. Within moments, he was balls deep against my legs, and he leaned forward and nibbled at the side of my neck.

"Ohhh, babe. I love you," I said.

"Me, too," he rumbled and began to pump. It was a slow lovemaking, our favorite kind. After he had pumped for a bit, I carefully rolled over without letting him pull out, and ran my paws up his muscles, squeezing his biceps, lats, and also pinching his nipples. I ran my tail up and down his thighs as he continued to pump me. We stared into each other's faces, the only light coming from the living room through the open door. I stretched up and kissed him again. He stood up and began to pump faster, taking my flesh in his paw and pumping rapidly, but his timing was off and he came inside me, grunting and moaning, before he got me off. Refusing to pull out yet, he shoved in as deep as he could and pawed me off furiously. Finally I leaned my head back with a fox bark as my sticky seed shot out over my chest. Always good to protect the sheets, Toby leaned forward and licked it off. The motion pulled his hips back and he slid out of me, but he was standing over our clothes, so the carpet was safe. He flopped down and spooned me from the side.

"I'm glad we can experiment, but that it doesn't hurt our relationship," he muttered, licking the edge of my ear.

"Yeah. But you know what? I really only want you," I said.

"Me, too. It wasn't the leather I didn't like, it was the someone else," he agreed.

I thought for a moment, then asked, "What about Stu?"

"Stu is my best friend," he said. "I've known him forever. And in his own way, I love him."

"Hmm," I grunted. I knew what he meant. No need for jealousy.

"So that was different. But Druff is still an outsider."

"Point," I said. "Though compared to you and Stu, I'm something of an outsider," I said, running a claw up between the muscles of his chest.

"No," said Toby without missing a beat. "You're my first. And you're my heart. You could never be outside," he reassured me. "Except the way you just were... outside of my dick," I could hear him grinning.

"Anytime you want, babe," I chuffed.

"Did... did you just chuff?"

"I guess I did," I said, a little bewildered.

"How can a fox chuff?"

"Not as well as a tiger," I confessed.

"No, but I got it. He chuffed back at me."

"Hehe. Well, my chuffing, stripey, mass o' muscle, let's shower and then we can go to bed for real," I suggested.

"With more sex when we're back?" He pressed his still hard shaft against my hip.

"Definitely," I agreed, and he bounced up and scooped me off the bed, heading for the bath.