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My entry for the Midnight Secret Contest. Wasn't sure how short a short story was considered to be, but this is shorter than my normal writings. Guess I'll keep my fingers crossed that that is good enough. Hope you enjoy regardless of where it may fall in the competition standings.

Disclaimer: There is porn in here. If that offends you and/or it's not legal where you're at, turn back now. This is a work of fantasy/fiction. Do not take the ideas here in and try to develop them for application in real life. That would be illegal/immoral and make you look foolish when it explodes in your face.

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Midnight Manipulations

It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.

"I want to tell you a secret."

The other figure was so close to him, on top of him actually, but he could not remember how that had come to be. "A secret? What secret? I don't..." His words trailed off as he felt the other's cheek rubbed affectionately against his own and a feeling of deep comfort overtook him. Their bellies pressed together now as the other lay down atop him making him feel warm. The warmth radiated slowly down his body and centered at his groin.

"The secret you must know is..." The other's face was pressed to his own now, its features hidden from the male's line of sight as the other held him in a gentle hug.

"Yes?"

"It's going to be a hot one today! Not a cloud in the sky and high temperatures of about eighty five today!"

His eyes opened slowly as an orange furred paw swiped about awkwardly to find the alarm clock. A quick glance at the clock showed it to be just after seven in the morning. "Fuck...don't want to go to school..." He growled as he pulled the pillow back down over his head. A moment later the pillow peaked up and a single green eye checked the time again. "He'll kick my ass though if I made him do the presentation alone though." As he tried to sit up he felt something tangle in his fur. Quickly he discovered the item to be his earphones. "Shit...did I fall asleep with my music on again?" With a sigh he placed the electronic handheld on the table next to his bed. "Been doing that a lot lately."

Slowly, the tiger rose from his bed and made his way to the closet. Along the way he passed the full-length mirror in his room and stopped to look himself over. He was not thrilled with what he saw at all. "You are such a skinny, miserable looking, little fuck." He sighed.

True he was an only child, but he'd seen his cousins. They were broad in the shoulders and narrow at the waist while he seemed to be the exact opposite. "It doesn't even have to be all muscular." He complained. "Just, less girly would be nice." He reached up and ran his claws through his head fur. "Maybe a trim would be a good idea?" The black stripping seemed to have faded out, as he'd let the fur grow out over the shoulders, leaving it a deep, burnt orange over all. "Still, it is kind of pretty." He jerked back a little at his choice of words, wondering where he would have even come up with such a notion. As his attention pulled away from his head fur and naked body he became aware of his other paw's location.

The soft pads worked up and down the shaft in slow, methodical, motions. The tiger found himself briefly wondering when his black lycra underwear had made the shift to rest around his thighs just below his balls. His fingers rippled and squeezed seemingly of their own accord, teasing over the little fleshy barbs of his cock. A low moan escaped from him as the sensations seemed to over flow him now that he'd become aware of his arousal. The paw that had been combing through his fur moved down to cup his fuzzy sack.

His eyes roamed back to his reflection in the mirror as he rolled the slightly undersized orbs in his palm. Full hips swayed lustily as he continued to stroke his dick. Long, orange head fur fell down into his eyes obscuring his view partially. "Fuck..." He breathed huskily. "You even look like a fucking girl while you jerk your cock." Although he'd meant the words to be a taunt, they were only partially effective. There was a very small part of him that was disgusted with himself, but he could not deny that his cock jumped with desire as the though went through his mind.

"Bitch..." He moaned as his thighs began to tremble. "Nothing but a fucking bitch wanting to cum..." The pace of his paws increased as he felt his balls begin to twitch. "Oh gods...I'm cumming!" His eyes met the eyes of his reflection, but he barely recognized himself. It was more as though he was staring at a tigress in the grips of passion. "Oh...fuck!"

The paw at his balls raced to the tip of his cock head, cupping over the sensitive flesh just as the first shot of cum sprayed raced out of him. The words devolved into incoherent grunts and groans of pleasure as he wet down his palm with a copious amount of jism. His gaze never left his reflection, though they did nearly close several times as the stronger contractions of his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him.

He could not stop watching the figure in the mirror. The sight of her tongue hanging from her muzzle as she panted, the way her chest rose and fell in laborious attempt to catch her breath, the way her entire body twitched seemed to squirm and twitch as she spilled her cum into her paw. It all egged him on, seeming to prolong his own climax until the sensations became too intense to take any longer.

The tiger fell to his knees and slumped slightly back as he finally forced himself to release his cock. "Holy...fuck..." His breath came in short pants making it difficult to mutter much more than that for a few minutes. As his breathing normalized, he found himself able to think a bit more clearly. "What the hell was that all about?" He stared down at his paw, now a cum covered mess, and swallowed hard. Slowly said paw rose to toward his muzzle, his nose wrinkling at smell. "Fuck me..." His attention returned to the mirror. "Jerking off to thoughts of yourself as a girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He accused angrily.

Behind him he heard music and turned to glance at his alarm clock. "Shit! It's almost eight o'clock!" He jumped up from where he had been resting and raced for the bathroom to get ready for class, grabbing his clothing along the way. In his rush he didn't seem to notice how he wiped the excess cum from his paw into the seat of his clean underwear, more focused on what would happen if he ended up late for school.

OOOOO

"Hello? Earth to Brian?"

The tiger jerked out of his daze as he heard the wolf's voice, hastily removing the earphones from his ears. It felt like he had those buds in his ears during all his free time now. It never used to be that way, but he didn't give it too much thought. "Oh, hey Thorn." He greeted in a tired voice as he placed his head back down into the crook of his arm on his desk. There were only two periods left to go for the day, but the tiger was exhausted.

The entire way to school he'd smelled cum, and it was only as he entered the school that he realized he was the source. He'd had to race to the gym locker rooms to change, only to find he didn't have a spare pair of underwear to use. Then there was the fact he'd had to use almost an entire can of deodorant to mask the smell as he free balled around the school.

The wolf sniffed the air as he took the desk next to feline. "The hell dude? You smell like you belong in a New Spice commercial."

"It's been a rough, fucking day." Brian sighed. "Let's just leave it at that."

"Yeah, well..." Thorn reached into his backpack and pulled out a mid sized juice box. "Pull it together. I don't want your head in the clouds when we do this presentation." He tossed the drink over to the tiger.

The tiger smiled and caught the drink, popped open the little foil tab and took a sip. "What are you worried for? You're the brains of this operation, remember?" His smile widened as he took another sip of the coconut water from the juice box. "How come you always bring these if you hate them so much?"

"My pup sister likes them, mom tosses them in both our lunch." Thorn shrugged. "No point in letting food go to waste." He pulled out his laptop and began to click away at the keys. "Give me your iHusk for moment. I need some music for this slide show. As for me being the brains, you're the eye candy. Everyone's going to watch you so if you look out of it both our grades are going to suffer."

Brian's smile fell away at the idea of everyone watching him. "Y-yeah...right." He fished through his bag for a moment before handing over the music player to the wolf. There was a brief question as to why the wolf didn't use the music on his own laptop, but again he didn't think on it for too long.

The canine's triangular ears perked at the tone of his friend's voice. "What's wrong?" He asked as he turned to better look at the tiger.

For a moment Brian weighed the options before him. He'd known Thorn since he came up to the high school, and since the wolf was a year older, had always had the underclassman's back. "Just didn't sleep well." Brian finally sighed. Even if they were good friends, this wasn't a topic that could really be shared between guys without warning. "Kind of threw off the whole day."

"Ash..." Thorn nodded, as he turned back to his notes. "Yeah, I understand. You just not get to sleep? Or you having nightmares or something?"

"No, not really nightmares just..." Brian paused as an image danced in his mind, but faded away before he could get a hold of it. "Just weird thoughts." He murmured. "Strange dreams."

"Dreams huh?" Thorn scratched at his cheek fur. "Think my sister has a book on dream analysis. Could get if for you if you want."

"Why would I need that?" The tiger scoffed defensively. "It was just a stupid dream."

Thorn shrugged as more students began to enter the room. "Dreams are the link between the unconscious mind and the conscious mind. Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something."

"What could my dream possibly be trying to tell me?" Brian shot back

"How the hell should I know?" The wolf blinked at the mix of anger and fear in Brian's voice. "It's your brain, I don't know what kind of secret it's trying to tell you." He disconnected the husk from his computer and handed it back to Brian.

The feline's comeback died in his throat, and at the same moment a wave of need raced through his body. "What...what did you say?"

"Blackbriar! Callula!" Called an older peregrine from the front of the room. "You two have presentation due today don't you?"

"Yeah, we're ready." Thorn nodded as he was forced to face the teacher. "Can I set up the projector?"

Brian remained in his seat a few minutes more as his classmate went to prepare their work. "Go down..." The junior pleaded under his breath as he did everything he could to will away the tightness in his jeans before he had to stand in front of the class.

OOOOO

"I want to tell you a secret."

Green eyes opened slowly to the sound of the other's voice. "Who am I?" He tried to turn but found himself gently restrained as the other pressed close, embracing him from behind. "Where am I?" A low purr rumbled from this throat as soft paws rubbed through his chest fur and down his belly. "Why am I not wearing any clothes?"

"I wish to tell you a secret." Repeated the other as those foreign paws began to work lower still, tracing delicately over the white furred sheath that was just beginning to stir. "Or rather, I wish to make you accept the secret."

"I don't know what the secret is." His voice was barely a whisper as those dainty fingers coaxed his cock out for hiding. "Tell me the secret."

"You know the secret."

He grunted as the other embraced him tighter, pressing its belly flush with his back. "What are you..." Another, lower moan left his lips as he felt his tail brushed aside gently. His back arched and his tail lifted fully of his own will. "Wait...This is..." Green eyes shut in mixed dread and anticipation as something caressed the newly exposed flesh.

"You know what your secret is. Accept it."

The paw on his cock, now fully exposed, stroked with tantalizingly slow speed. "I...can't think...with that..."

"There is no need to think. You already know." The other whispered in his ear. A rough, sandpaper-textured tongue licked at the rounded edge. "Do not think. Accept the secret. Accept what I say."

"I..."

"Accept me."

"This can't..." He groaned as the other pressed more firmly into the cleft of his ass. "This is..."

"This is going to be a great start to the weekend!"

Brian shot away as his alarm went off, bolting up rigidly in his bed. His fur was matted with sweat and his heart was racing. He took a moment to realize where he was and took a deep breath as he tried to recall what would make his heart beat so hard in his chest. However, the dream was already faded away back to wherever it had originated from. Without thought he pulled the earphones off and placed the music player on his night table.

Shutting off his alarm he rose from his bed and walked over to the mirror in his room. The red lycra of his underwear pulled tight from his morning wood and he felt his breath catch a little bit at the sight of the dark burgundy splotch where his pre was staining the fabric. It seemed like such a shame to let it go to waste. He pulled at the garment from the hips, purring as elastic like material dragged over his barbs before his cock finally sprung free. The sudden exposure to the colder air made the tiger shiver causing a large shot of precum to splatter against the mirror, painting the reflection's belly.

Brian let his underwear rest tightly just below his sack, letting the wet fabric moisten his ball fur. His left paw moved back toward the base of his tail, tickling through his fur as he went, while his right moved up to his muzzle as he began to wet his middle digit with spit.

The focal point of his attention was once again his reflection, the girl in the mirror. This time however, his eyes were a bit duller than before, just a bit glassier. The tiger groaned wantonly as he watched the reflection suck hungrily on her fingers, paw fur and chin fur alike becoming wet with saliva. After a few more moments of this the tiger removed the spit soaked digits from his muzzle, circling around his body to where his tail waved eagerly in the air.

"Oh..." Brian grunted as he felt the first pressure of his fingers at the pucker of his tail hole. "Gods that's tight..." He began a slow circular massage of the rubbery flesh and forced himself to relax. "That's it...you little bitch...relax that ass for me." His left paw moved back to his cock, but only long enough to rub some precum into his pads. "What a wet little fuck you are." He moaned as his cum slicked paw cupped at his balls, massaging them roughly. "Just a horny little bitch aren't you?"

Another grunt escaped him as two fingers suddenly entered his tail hole. "Oh...fuck!" His back arched and his hips pushed back as he began to thrust the digits into his tight sphincter. It hurt a bit, he hadn't given himself time to really adjust, but he couldn't stop either. There was pleasure too, and watching the girl in the mirror was incredibly pleasing as well.

He could see her tongue flapping about as she got fucked hard from behind. The way her cock jumped every time her lover hit her G-spot gave him a rush of pleasure and he shot more precum onto the mirror, coving her body. He loved how her eyes popped open when her lover's cock grew suddenly in girth, stretching that virginal tailhole even wider. "Oh yeah. Take it you little cunt.

Brian's fingers, three of them now, fucked into his ass with abandon now as the tiger writhed about in front of his mirror. "Fuck...yes...hng...fuck me..." He could feel his balls jumping in his paw, warning of impending release. His cock twitched and jerked with ever collision of his fingers against his prostate. The barbs of his cock were swollen to their maximum size, the normal red coloring long since passed to deeper purple from sustained arousal. A few more thrusts of his fingers and Brian felt his cock give a particularly powerful lurch, sending a gush of precum up to cover the reflection's face.

The image of the girl getting a facial sent the tiger over the edge. His fingers thrust in as deep as they could get and jabbed at his already over abused prostate repeatedly as torrents of cum leapt from the feline's cock. Jet upon jet upon jet fired from the swollen member as the tiger squeezed his balls firmly, attempting to force every bit of sperm from his sack it seemed. His eyes threatened to roll up into his head several times, but the promise of seeing the girl in the mirror being covered in semen managed to keep him from passing out in orgasmic bliss.

After several more moments Brian's climax began to subside, cum leaking up slowly from the slit of his cock instead of rocketing forth. He watched it dribble slowly down his shaft in the mirror until it finally hit the more restrictive fur of his paw and balls where it collected in a heavy puddle. He stood for a solid minute, simply staring at his cum coated reflection.

"It would be wrong to waste it..." He whispered quietly, almost dreamily, as his eyes fixated on the image of his cum covered cock. He knelt before the reflection and began to lean in, breathing in deeply the scent of spent seed. His tongue extended out from his muzzle and lightly made contact with the spooge-covered glass.

Reality suddenly crashed back down upon the tiger and his eyes shot wide with shock. He pushed back away from the mirror and landed hard on his tail eliciting a yowl of pain, though it didn't stop him from scampering backward on all fours. "What the fuck? What the fucking fuck is going on? Did I just..." He brought his paw to his nose and sniffed tentatively before quickly moving his paw away.

The feline sat quietly at the center of his room as he tried to make sense of things. He folded his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging his arms around them as he curled in on himself. "What the hell do you want from me?" Brian demanded of the girl in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

Music began to play behind him as his second alarm went off, but Brian didn't move for several minutes. He remained in a bitter staring contest with the mirror, battling to see whose will would emerge triumphant. "He'll know what to do." He announced suddenly to the girl in the mirror. "He always knows about shit like this. He'll tell me what to do and everything will be fine."

He jumped to his footpaws and shut off his alarm, not wanting to have his parents come in and discover the mess he made. Grabbing up his spare "night towel" he cleaned the mirror and the worst of his own bodily mess. "He'll be able to tell me exactly what to do to make everything all right." He smiled as he grabbed up his clothes and made his way down the hall to the bathroom to clean up properly.

OOOOO

"I need that book."

The wolf picked his head up from where he'd been sleeping on his desk. "Wha?" He yawned widely as he saw Brian take the seat next to him.

"That book on dreams." The tiger continued urgently. "You know, the one we talked about yesterday."

"Oh, right." Thorn yawned again and scratched at the back of his head. "Thought you said you didn't need that kind of stuff."

"Well I changed my mind, ok?" Brian replied defensively. "I was thinking about what you said..."

"Thought I smelled smoke." Thorn teased. "You shouldn't think so much. You'll burn out what brain cells you have left."

The tiger felt his body warm at the canine's words. "F-fine then! If you're so smart you tell me what the hell is wrong so I don't have to think about it!"

Thorn's head cocked to the side as he stared at Brian, unaccustomed to the tiger's outburst. "Are you...pouting?" He grinned as he watched the feline squirm in his seat. "You are! What the fuck were you dreaming about to make you like this?" The wolf teased.

"You know what? Fuck you." Brian started to stand and move to a different seat, but stopped as he felt a paw on his arm. "What?"

"Ok, my bad." Thorn raised his free paw in appeasement. "I didn't realize you were in such a bad way." He motioned to the chair and waited until the tiger was sitting once again. Reaching into the backpack beside his chair he pulled out a juice box of the same brand as yesterday and tossed it to the tiger. "I'll get you the book, ok?"

Brian nodded as he caught the drink and popped the straw through the foil seal. As he sipped the sweet drink he could feel his anxiety already dissipating because of the wolf's willingness to help him. "Yeah, thanks." The warmth that had filled him before remained though, intensified even it seemed after the canine had grabbed him. He swallowed hard as he tried to understand what that meant.

"Tell you what, why don't you come over after school." Thorn suggested as he released Brian's arm and sat back. "We can go over the book, have a drink or two maybe, see if we can get your head back on track."

"That would be great." The feline readily agreed. "I knew you'd be able to help me out."

"Hey, what are friends for?" Thorn nodded as the bell rang and they rose to move on to their next classes, a small smile just barely curling the corner of his lips. "I'm really glad you accepted my offer."

OOOOO

"Hello?" Thorn called out as he opened the front door. "You home pup?"

Brian smiled as he heard how Thorn referred to his sister. "You better hope she isn't. She hates when you call her that."

"Yeah, well, it's one of the few perks of being a big brother." The canine grinned. "And barring some weird time paradox scenario, I will always be the older sibling."

Brian nodded. "You talk like that, but you like being the big brother. Being the one to help her out and protect her and all that when she needs it."

"Bah, that one doesn't need much protection these days." Thorn shrugged. "She's become pretty tough since becoming the big wolf on the middle school campus. And that attitude, yikes." He mock shivered. "She's more trouble than she's worth. Trust me, you being an only cub is a much better deal."

"I don't know about that." Brian replied softly. "I think it would be sort of nice to have someone around always looking out for you like that."

The wolf just smirked. "Spoke like a true novice of siblinghood." He nodded toward the stairs, leading the way up to his room. "The book is in her room somewhere. Give me a few minutes while I try and find it."

"I could help." Brian replied as he put his backpack down by the wolf's dresser. "Go faster with two sets of eyes."

"She's going to kill me as it is for going in her room." Thorn shook his head. "You want to risk her wrath by rifling through her stuff?"

"Good point." The tiger nodded as he sat on the wolf's bed. "I'll wait here."

Thorn nodded in approval. "I downloaded a new puzzle game for the Revolution." He tossed the feline one of the controls. "Why not kill a few minutes on that while I find the book?"

"Yeah, sure." Brian's attention turned to the screen as the console activated and Thorn turned to leave the room. As he began to read the instructions he failed to notice that the wolf hit one of the light switches as he exited, seemingly to no effect. The game was simple enough and he was fairly sure he'd read about this one before. Try to get through the room by making the world as a whole rotate around. The first few levels were easy, just a twist here and there to complete. The later levels however were a lot harder, reducing the screen to a haze of swirls and flashing imagery.

"I want to tell you a secret." Cooed a feminine voice as an image of a beautiful cross-dressed tiger flashed across the screen. "I'm a..."

"Bitch..." The words slurred out of Brian's muzzle in time with the recording. "Nothing but a fucking bitch wanting to cum..."

"I want you to accept this secret." Purred the voice.

"I know this secret..." Brian's words came out slowly, the slack jaw having difficultly allowing the tiger to speak and drool all over his clothing all at the same time. "I know this secret but..."

"Accept this secret..." Purred the voice of the other. "There is no need to think. You already know."

"Yes, I know this secret." Brian agreed as a dreamy smile came to his face. "There is no need to think on it any more."

Images of cross-dressed tigers began to bombard Brian's half-lidded eyes in rapid succession. "Do not think. Accept the secret. Accept what I say."

Brian watched the images as they blew by him to quickly to really focus on any real details, but he understood the underlying theme. All these tigers were in service to a cock. Be it in their muzzles, under the tail, in their paws or any other location. Cum was matted into their fur on their backs, bellies, paws, legs, balls and faces. And they all loved it. "Yes..." Was the low whisper that emerged from the feline.

"Accept what I say." The voice was different now. It was stronger, more masculine, commanding obedience. "Accept every thing I say."

Brian felt his heart race as an image of Thorn's face remained locked on the screen. "I..."

"Accept me." The wolf's voice ordered. "Become mine. Accept my offer."

"I accept."

The door to the wolf's room opened and Thorn entered, again flipping the switch he'd hit earlier, turning off the ultra high frequency speakers he'd hidden behind the television. Crossing the room he turned off the monitor and video game console. "Don't think we'll need these anymore." He sat at his desk for a moment, simply watching the tiger on his bed. "It's amazing what you can do with a few firmware hacks for a music player and a video game system."

Brian lay back on the bed half sitting and half slouched, with a contented, dreamy smile on his face. The front of his shirt was wet with drool, though that was to be expected after an hour-long hypno-session. Meanwhile, the tiger's tight jeans were tented as if the circus had come to town. "I accept, I accept, I accept..."

Thorn grinned as the feline continued to mumble quietly to himself. Turning to his desk he pulled out two orange medicine vials and a silver juice box. "No sense tripping at the finish line. Need to make sure everything cements nicely." He opened the vials one at a time and shaved a little of the contents of each into the sugary juice. "Just a little though, don't want you getting addicted." Carefully resealing the caps he placed the vials back into the lock box where the labels MDMA and Scope could be read.

"So much easier when you don't have to worry about resealing them afterward." Swirling the drink a few times Thorn rose from his desk and stood over the tiger. "Drink." He ordered as he held the box out to Brian.

"I accept..." The smaller male took the juice and drank it readily, eagerly. Some of it spilled over his lips and into his fur, not that he noticed in his current state.

While the tiger waited Thorn went about putting a few empty beer bottles around the room, keeping one half full one for himself. "Now, let the fun begin." He chuckled as he closed the door. A second later he threw the door open wide to let it bang loudly against the wall. "Oh seriously dude?!"

Brian jerked away and nearly sprang from Thorn's bed as if electrocuted. "Where am I?" He looked around the room nervously, then gripped at his shirt and pants. "Am I wearing clothes?" The tiger got his bearings quickly then looked to Thorn. "What happened?"

"I gave you a shot and a beer cause you said you could handle it." The wolf frowned. "Clearly you can't." He looked over from the feline to his bed, feigning surprise at what he saw. "You drooled all over my fucking bed?"

"I...I..." Brian stuttered, unable to explain himself. "I don't remember...I can't...think of what happened..."

Thorn sighed. "We need to get your booze tolerance up." He grabbed a spare shirt from his dresser and tossed it to the tiger. "You pull something like this when you come visit me at college you're going to get eaten alive."

"R-right...sorry..." Brian agreed as he bowed his head and tucked his tail in embarrassment.

"Just go clean up dude." Thorn pointed his thumb in the rough direction of the bathroom. "I got to change these sheets."

Taking the borrowed shirt with him Brian moved towards the bathroom. "I fucked up big time..." He murmured. "He tried to help me and I made a mess for him. I need to do something to make it up to him." The tiger paused as he saw the door that lead to the younger Blackbriar sibling's room.

Thorn sat quietly in his room as he waited for Brian to return, sipping his beer as he played through a non-hypno hacked version of the puzzle game. "He's taking an awfully long time." He muttered. "I hope I didn't shut him down when I yelled at him. It'd suck to have wasted all that work."

"Thorn?"

The wolf paused the game as he heard Brian's voice from the hallway. "Yeah?"

"You still mad at me?"

"We're friends dude." Thorn replied lightly. "It was some drool. I got over it."

"Ok."

Thorn raised an eyebrow as he heard the tiger take a deep breath. "You alright out there?"

"I want to tell you a secret." Brian's voice was a bit shaky as his nerves threatened to take over. "About me."

Thorn felt his tail begin to wag and his smile could not be stopped. "Come in here and tell me then." This time it was the wolf's jaw that went slack as Brian entered the room, his every expectation and hope exceeded. "Whoa..."

Brian blushed, not expecting, but certainly encouraged by the reaction. He pulled nervously at the short, red, skirt that rested just barely past his groin. The white, spaghetti strap shirt he wore was equally tight as demonstrated by the sliver of exposed abdomen each and every time he moved. He shifted nervously from footpaw to footpaw, causing his hips to sway lightly and make his white, thigh-high stockings rub together in the most pleasant way. "I can explain..." He began.

Forget the wind, Thorn threw his plan to the nearest tropical storm. "Lift your skirt." He ordered.

Brian's paws gripped at the skirt him without a thought. Slowly, teasingly he lifted the clothing until his black lace thong was revealed. "I can explain..."

Thorn sat back on his bed. "Ok, explain."

"I like you." He blurted out quickly. "I always feel better when you're around and you're always helping me out. I want to stay with you. I want to be yours. I'll do anything you want." Brian voice had grown weaker with every word, as fear of Thorn rejecting him seemed more and more likely. "I'll do anything for you, so please let me be yours."

"Anything?" Thorn rose from his bed and walked over to where the tiger stood. "Anything at all? My pet? My slave? My own personal fuck toy?" There was no anger or judgment in the wolf's words. The only reason he resorted to the more harsh terms was to test Brian's conditioning.

"If that is what you wish." The tiger looked up at the taller male. "I only ask that...if you do let me stay with you..." He swallowed hard. "Please...please call me by...female terms."

"All right then." Thorn nodded toward the bed. "Let's see just how serious you are. Assume the position bitch."

Brian felt his face burn with embarrassment at the way Thorn referred to him, but his tail also twitched about excitedly. "Y-yes Master." Bending from the hips he placed his paws on the bed and thrust his ass out toward the wolf. "Like this Master?" He asked as he looked back over his shoulder.

The lupine male could only stand and take in the view for a few moments before he moved closer behind the tiger. "This is even better than I could have hoped for." He let his paw roam under the male's skirt, groping the feline's panty covered ass and balls before pulling away. "I'll give you one last chance to back out. Are you absolutely certain you want to submit yourself to me?" A triumphant smirk took over his features as Brian's ass pressed back into his groin.

"I don't want to back out Master." Brian ground slowly against Thorn's pelvis, feeling the wolf's hardness through the thicker jeans and his own thinner skirt. "I want to be yours." A shiver ran down the tiger's spine as he heard a zipper being undone.

The drawer of the nearby night table was opened and Thorn pulled out a small bottle of lube. Under more normal circumstances he would have prepared Brian properly, enticed him further with a reward, but things had progressed much faster than the canine had dared hope. With a flip of the cap Thorn drizzled some of the lubricant onto his cock and began to massage himself to full hardness with his free paw. "Lift your skirt babe." He gave his shaft a firm squeeze as he watched that panty clad prize came into view.

Brian whimpered in desire as he felt something wet fall against his panties, wondering if it was the lube or wolf precum. His own cock was harder than he could ever remember it being and he hadn't touched himself yet. The sheets crumpled under his paws as he felt the black lace being pulled down so that they rested just below his tail hole, snagged up tight against his balls between his thighs. Again there was wetness, his time centered right on his anal rosebud, and there was no doubt it was lube. The nozzle pressed against the opening and Brian moaned as he felt the cold liquid being squeezed into his body.

Thorn placed the tip of his cock at the feline's entrance and paused for a moment. He knew he should prepare the tiger properly, but he also knew he wouldn't last long in his excitement. "Don't cum until I tell you to." He ordered as he pushed into Brian's ass. The tiger would be all right this time.

The tiger grit his fangs at the mounting pressure and stab of brief pain. Brian could recall the feel of his fingers earlier in the day, but this was different. The first thrust was the worst, but the subsequent thrusts became easier as the reserve of lube in his bowls began to be spread around. "Ohh..." His voice surprised him at first, it was so much softer than he remembered. "Oh...ung...ahh...oh!"

Each thrust brought a subsequent moan from the Brian, making Thorn smile in approval. He loved the tiger's vocalizations, making him seem even more effeminate. "Squeeze that ass bitch!" He grinned as he felt Brian's sphincter tighten up. "Fuck yes..." His own moans began to join the tigers. "Such a hot little bitch." Thorn had to bite the inside of his cheek as the tiger's shiver nearly pushed him over the edge. "What are you Briana?"

Brian felt his cock spurt precum into his now incredibly taunt panties as he heard Thorn's new name for him. "Yours...dung...your little bitch..." His claws began to cut into the sheets as he felt the canine's knot press below his tail. "Yes..." The tiger's voice was a guttural hiss. "I'm Master's bitch!"

"Want me to cum in your ass?" Thorn egged the cross-dresser on, knowing full well he wasn't going to knot the tiger. He could stand to be a little reckless, but he wasn't going to break his new pet on their first time together, certainly not without proper lead up to avoid long term damage. "Are you a breeding bitch Briana?"

"Yes!" Brian growled as he felt the wolf's tempo increase. "Breed me Master..." His voice choked away as he felt the repeated, quick stabs to his prostate. He could feel his cock trembling, right at the threshold of orgasm but unable to break through the barrier. "Cum in me Master, please! Please breed your bitch!" He begged, knowing somehow that his own orgasm was tied to Thorn's.

"No." The wolf laughed as he saw Brian's back go stiff with the threat of denial. "You have to earn that." His own legs were trembling as well, only the fact that he was unknotted kept him from climaxing. Bending over the tiger he pulled at the smaller male's head fur. "This is all you get for now."

Brian's eyes went wide as he felt Thorn pull at his fur and drag him to a kneeling position. The moment Brian saw the wolf's cock at his eye level he reflexively opened his maw, cupping his paws before him as the wolf faked a tie with one paw. It took only moments for the wolf to finish himself off, howling as the first shot of cum skipped off the fur of Brian's muzzle and settled on his forehead.

Where the rest of the shots landed were lost to Brian as he felt own orgasm hit him and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. The muscles seemed unable to stoke their strokes as he unloaded his cum into the stolen panties he wore. Four, five, six jets of thick, heavy spunk oozed through the thin material and dripped down toward the floor coating his sac along the way. His anus contracted and flexed in time with his orgasm leaking the remains of the lube and wolf pre that had been present before.

Thorn looked down as he saw his lover in a state of orgasmic loss of consciousness. "Clearly still some work to do." He muttered, though with a smile. "The being cum on trigger shouldn't outrank my direct orders. Guess we'll have to do some reprioritizing of the trigger system." Reaching down he stroked the tiger's cum covered cheek. "Wake up Briana."

Brian blinked a few times and focused on the wolf standing above him. "Master?" A few more blinks occurred before he fully came back to himself. "Did I do well Master?"

"Very well." Thorn nodded, though his head cock to one side as he thought of something. "Briana, I never told you to call me Master. Why did you do so?"

Brian's brow furrowed for a moment. "You said...I was to be your pet. Your slave. Your personal fuck toy." He looked down at the ground, his expression sad and disappointed. "I'm not your equal...I just thought it would be right."

The earlier conversation flowed back to Thorn's mind as he remembered Brian's words about how the wolf looked after his sister. Extending his paw he helped Brian to his footpaws. "No, you are not my equal." He lifted the tiger's paws and licked them gently, cleaning them of the spooge that rested there. "But you are not my personal fuck toy. Nor are you my slave."

Brian watched in a mix of confusion and affection as he saw the wolf clean his paws. The feelings increased as Thorn leaned in and began to clean his facial fur. "Then, what am I?"

Thorn's response was slow in coming as he finished cleaning down the messy fur, removing the white that dirtied the black and orange stripes. "You are my pet." He answered with a small kiss to the cheek. "Which means I will use you as I see fit, and I expect you to do what I say without question." He smiled and combed out the tiger's long head fur with his claws. "But it also means I will care for you, look after you, and be there for you when ever you require."

"I understand." Brian's smile lit the room. "Thank you Master Thorn."

The wolf nodded and moved over toward the door. "Come on, I'm hungry. Let's go make some dinner."

"M-master?" Brian looked down at his cum soaked panties. "May I clean up?"

"No." Thorn smirked at the look of distress on Brian's face. "That's punishment for cumming before I gave you permission." It might have been technically Thorn's fault, but a little opportunity to assert the difference in their positions was not to be wasted. His attention turned toward the future as he walked down the stairs with his new pet in tow.

"I wonder who else at school might want to tell me a secret."