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"Hey. Hey, boys. Wake up!" Buck had a wide grin on his muzzle as he clung to the trunk of the tree that the twin opossums hung from. The two of them gasped and looked around frantically, searching for the source of the noise. The weasel kept his grin as the twins were now focused on him once again.

"B-Buck?" Crash yawned.

"What is it?" Eddie finished.

"Come on, I gotta new game for us to play," Buck offered. "It's both exciting and dangerous."

"Well why didn't you say so?" Crash smirked, heaving himself up. Eddie followed suit and the two of them scampered down the trunk, following close behind Buck. While they had no idea what the weasel was planning, they more than trusted him when it came to games and pranks.

Being led away from the tree they frequented, Crash and Eddie whispered to themselves as Bucky quietly led them towards the others as they were all sleeping. Weaving around Manny and Ellie and past a snoring Sid, Buck led the way towards his true target. Slowing his pace and lifting a paw into the air, Buck signaled for the following twins to slow down and keep quiet. As they did, it soon became clear what made the game so exciting and dangerous.

Before the three small mammals was the sleeping sabertooth, lying on his back while his hindlegs were comfortably spread, exposing his sheath and the pair of furred balls that rested just underneath.

"Alright, boys, here's the name of the game; 'Milk the Tiger.' We're gonna have a little fun with Diego. Play with him a little bit, make him cum. If he wakes up, the game's over."

Hearing the simple explanation, Crash nodded eagerly, a toothy grin flashing across his muzzle.

But Eddie wasn't so sure about the rules of the game. True to the weasel's words, the events themselves were exciting but if they did mess up and wake Diego up, the outcome would be dangerous to say the least.

"Oh, come on, Eddie," Crash whispered. "This is gonna be great. We're gonna milk a tiger, bro." The crazy opossum punched his brother in the arm, getting a chuckle out of his twin.

"Alright, alright," Eddie agreed, rubbing his arm. A grin was now on his muzzle as he joined his twin and Buck in creeping up on the resting feline. Together the three of them walked around the bigger mammal, carefully positioning themselves between Diego's legs.

As he was the one to come up with the game in the first place, Buck made the first move. With a devious grin spreading across his muzzle, he reached forwards, planting both paws on the soft sack dangling underneath Diego's sheath. Slowly and carefully, the weasel rubbed the twin orbs, combing his digits through the fine fur covering them. Working with light touches and making sure to refrain from sudden movements, Buck used his turn to send eases of pleasure through the feline's loins.

While he slept, a pleasured sigh came from the sabertooth. Even while dreaming, the pleasure was registering, evident by the sudden swelling in his sheath. From the furry pouch came a red, barbed tip. Following suit came the tiger's shaft, crawling from the pouch it was previously nestled within.

"Alright, you turn, boys," Buck encouraged, snickering as he stood back.

Nodding simultaneously, Crash and Eddie stepped past Buck and up to a sleeping Diego. Without even speaking a word to each other they both knew what they wanted to do, they separated and took up different positions. Crash took the right while Eddie eased himself on the sabertooth's left side. Giving another nod to the other, the two of them leaned forwards, starting their own turns.

Acting first, Crash reached out and brushed his paws against the rigid shaft. Up and down, the opossum jerked Diego's shaft. Once he got a good rhythm going Eddie joined as well. Instead of using his own paws, Eddie finally gained some bravery and instead dragged his tongue against the rigid fleshe. It was a risky move, giving much more pleasure than the stroking of his brother's or Buck's own paws.

With long, slow motions, Eddie pressed and dragged his tongue from the pudgy sheath all the way to the spiked tip. But he kept them in time with his twin's stoking, working off of him rather than competing. If they went down, it would be together. Crash picked up on this and smirked. Picking up his pace and reaching around towards Eddie's side, Crash collected the layer of spit that came from his brother and smeared it on his own side, adding additional pleasures to his own actions.

While one stroked and the other licked, Diego stirred a bit, letting out another lazy moan. HIs legs spread even wider and jerked a bit, a display of the feelings running through him. Both Crash and Eddie eased up, not wanting to wake the stirring feline but Buck was all for increasing the level of danger. While the two opossums were looking up at the mumbling feline, the weasel weaved his way in between Diego's legs yet again.

He made a low noise, getting the attention of the twins once again. Both Crash and Eddie's eyes grew wide as Buck leaned down and pressed his lips to the furred balls. Swirling his tongue against the soft pouch, the weasel teased Diego with his tongue, only adding to the pleasure that was radiating through the sleeping sabertooth. The predator's legs kicked again, stronger this time.

Buck winked at the stunned twins and they picked up on it. This was all part of the game, and now it was time to increase the stakes. It was clear that Diego was getting close to his climax. Now all the small mammals were working at once to stroke, lick, and tease the sabertooth, bringing him closer and closer to his limit.

There was a sudden grunt that came from Diego, followed by the sharp thrust of his own hips. Thanks to the weasel and opossums' efforts there was soon a spastic pulsing to Diego's cock, followed by the jelly-thick ropes of feline seed that came to rest on his lower belly. Buck and the twins didn't have much time to revel in their success. Diego's maw parted into a yawn as he started to raise up.

Scrambling over each other, the weasel and twin opossums made themselves scarce, hiding behind the nearest rock, darling to peek around it as the sabertooth opened his eyes and sleepily looked around. The expression on his face was a mix of arousal and confusion. But it soon melted in pure embarrassment as he looked down at the state of his soiled fur. With a small heave, the feline got up on his four paws and slowly walked off to find a shallow pool to clean up in.

"Nice work, boys," Buck complimented as he walked the twins back to their tree. "You up for another round tomorrow?"

"Totally," Crash and Eddie said at once, a devious smile on both their muzzles. Buck only laughed and shook his head before waving the twins off. As they climbed back up their tree, Buck himself yawned and went off to retire for the rest of the night.