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Another day, another dollar. Which was not to say Panth was in an especially bad mood. Mostly what it meant was that he'd been looking forward to winding down after work.

It started the moment he got home. His front door closed, and the next moment his shirt was off. The stripes on his arms contoured along his muscles, and you could now see the white fur which poked up from the collar of a shirt turned into a broad, white chest of fur. Plus, it was always nice to get out of a stuffy work shirt. But it was his pants he wanted off more than anything. While he wasn't exactly a nudist, wearing pants was the antithesis of a nice, relaxing night after work. He took them off even as he walked to the bedroom. He undid his belt and easily slid them off. Although he did have to stand still when it came to actually fishing out his tawny legs.

He took a moment's pause to appreciate his foot paws. It was the simple things one took pleasure in, and for Panth, his foot paws were one of those things. If not chief among them, because they were his favorite feature of himself. In addition to another special part of his anatomy, which he scratched at idly. His ballsack had the after work, I've-Been-In-Pants-Too-Long blues as well.

In all, it meant that the feline was ready for some rest and relaxation.

Well, mostly feline. By all appearances it was hard to tell he was a hybrid. He could even pass as a full blooded feline among the racist assholes who still considered hybrid species an abomination. It was the twenty-first century for crying out loud. Who could possibly judge two people falling in love, their species be damned?

It was an odd thing to consider, although it made sense enough, what with his paw fondling his package. He hadn't inherited much from his Aardwolf father, which he always thought had been a little odd. Mostly he'd received the fur patterning, although the rest of his form took after his lioness mother. In total, the uneducated assumed he was a tiger with remarkably tawny fur, instead of that typical vibrant orange the species was known for.

In reality, it was amazing how many other felines even made the same mistake.

He had received more than just striped fur from his heritage, as well. It was in an area which had proved obviously beneficial, both for himself, and any sexual partners who might come his way. But, all things in good time.

These were the thoughts rolling through his head as Panth entered his room just long enough to put on a pair of rather baggy gym shorts. Even though he lived alone he did have at least some sense of propriety, and even though there was nobody to spot him or judge him, he still didn't typically choose to walk around nude. Save for occasionally stripping on his way to change from work, depending on the sort of day he'd had.

Today was one such day, although his mood dictated an immediate beer as well. He even considered picking up his trail of clothes from the floor as he went to get it, now that he was decent again. Or, at least, mainly decent. His bottom was covered now, although you could still make out a few thick lines of the black stripes which ran along the outside of his legs.

He decided that, so long as nobody could judge him for stripping the second he got home, then nobody was around to judge him for leaving clothes on the floor as well.

Besides, he had a date with a beer (maybe two or three, even), and the TV. A little wind down time was just what the Doctor of Rest ordered. He flopped on the couch, with his thick, bushy tail thudding heavily on the couch next to him.

What would make the scene even more comfortable would be a handsome fur to rest his tail on. His foot paws could also use the company of another fur. Panth flexed his toes, imagining the balls of his paws pressing against the thighs of someone to keep him company. To comb through his fur, or to play with the beans of his paws.

He hadn't quite realized that he was feeling a little pent up. Maybe that was the reason he'd been looking forward to relaxing after work. He thought that perhaps the beer would help him to cool down. Not that there was anything wrong with being a horncat. But it did make concentrating at work a challenge.

He sighed and switched on the TV. It was large and wall mounted, and suited well enough for having company over. But the life of a (mostly) feline was sometimes a solitary one. Not for lack of trying. He had friends, and he certainly had sexual partners on occasion. But there was a joy in living on one's own. Nobody to judge him for anything, or tell him what he could or couldn't do.

However, he got bored of the thought process quickly. And while he did have a paw resting idly on his package, that was more of a typical male comfort thing, and less a horny one. As evidenced by resting his paw atop his gym shorts, opposed to under it.

His paw just hadn't been giving him the satisfaction the past few days that it typically did.

Although, as far as boredom went, it happened to grow pretty fast. Nothing sounded appealing on the myriad of streaming services, and there wasn't anything good on cable. He settled on a show which was decent enough, even though it was the type of show you'd tune out to, opposed to being engaged by.

Then came the commercials, which engaged him even less. And, as boredom grew, so too did his natural male inclination. Not to say that he started to get hard out of nowhere. But his urge to fiddle around with himself was simply too enticing to ignore.

It was hardly a conscious decision. His paw was already there, and he really had been feeling a little amorous for most of the day. He pressed his hand more firmly against his groin. He fondled his sack, and edged below it, pressing against his taint. What tipped him off to how horny he was actually feeling was when he raised his hips up to meet his hand.

So much for watching TV.

He muted the thing right away, which was the final act to seal the deal. He was going to play with himself after all. In fact, after being pent up most of the day, release sounded like just the form of "rest and relaxation" that he needed, even though sometimes the ways he chose to get off took a decent amount of effort.

Then again, being a feline, flexibility was a given. Plus, with his Hyaenid heritage, he was able to pull off something most people couldn't. Not even most horses could pull it off, although with their long muzzles and large cocks most of the self-sucking porn did include equines. Although you could also find most species doing it, if you knew where to look.

If Panth ever filmed himself, you might even be able to find him.

Sucking himself wasn't something he always did. But this way he'd be able to satisfy two urges at once; To have a cock in his maw, and (more importantly) to have a maw on his cock. To him it was more satisfying than playing with a dildo was. It was far more pleasureable to have another fur playing with his rear than it was to play with it himself. Plus, the exclusivity of autofellatio was part of what got him going, too. Not many furs could get their cocks not only into their mouths, but entirely in their mouths.

Not to mention that it felt bloody fantastic as well.

Even just the thought was enough to get his cock stirring from within his sheath. But then, his fingers playing with his sheath and sack probably had something to do with it as well.

But it was time to amp up the action. Now that he'd made up his mind, his gym shorts were only serving to get in his way. Eagerly, he pulled them down and kicked them off. Then he splayed his legs out wide, giving him full and ready access to his package.

Now THIS is what the doctor ordered.

He imagined himself on display as he took a paw to his crotch. He traced along his sheath, imagining it was another fur giving his groin the care and attention it deserved. Most of his partners enjoyed how the stripes of his fur reached even to his sack, which was where tawny fur gave way to his white middle as well. Alas, the couch held only Panth, playing with himself. But the thought was fleeting, and it quickly fled his mind when he inserted the tip of a finger into his sheath. It was warm, and characteristically moist. At present it was even a little wet, by virtue of already leaking out a little pre-cum.

Not wanting to jump into the action too quickly, he pulled his finger back even before touching the tip of his shaft, which was undoubtedly beginning to grow. He licked it clean, relishing in the taste of himself. He didn't always love the taste of cum itself, but pre was milder in flavor, so he didn't mind. Not to mention he considered it to be extremely sexy. He imagined it was another fur who was feeding his pre to him. The fantasy went deeper when he started to suck on his own finger. For him it was easy to pretend it was someone else, forcing their finger into his maw, demanding for Panth to suck it like the imminent cock he would soon have in its place.

He stopped the exercise when he recognized exactly how quickly his cock was growing. He wasn't done playing with his sheath yet, and time was quickly running out. There already wasn't much room for his finger when he again inserted it into the tip of his sheath. He did make room for it, however, by forcing his pawpad in, making it rub alongside the head of his cock. By all appearances, it looked feline enough. His cock was lightly barbed, as was typical of any feline. It had that same characteristic taper to it as well.

Which was to say, what he'd mainly received from his heritage was a length of cock you really didn't see on many felines. It was mostly what let him perform the activity which was on his mind. But, all things in good time. Right now, it was time to continue his tease. Ideally, he'd be teasing himself for quite some time.

His cock was leaking a healthy amount now. If he pulled back his finger now no doubt there'd be loads of pre. But he had had his fill. Besides, it was now time to pull back his sheath.

Just before doing so, he grabbed at his furry ballsack and tightened his grip around it. It was nothing wild, he used just enough pressure to get that sensual boost. But it was enough to do the job and get him just a bit more excited, as he pushed his hips up towards the paw which was teasing his member.

In effect, he slowly pulled his sheath down, exposing his pink cock. It seemed to suddenly grow inches now that it was free, with many more inches to come.

Call him vain, but his size (and shape in general) was, again, one of his favorite features about himself. He ran a paw along his growing shaft. He felt it throb under his pawpads, as it grew longer and harder with each pulse. He kept playing with his sack as well, although he had turned his grip into more of a light fondle.

His tail thumped against the side of the couch, betraying his excitement. It drew his attention away from his cock, which happened to put his footpaws in plain view.

It gave him an idea.

After all, why should his mouth get to have all the fun?

He sat up on the couch, whereas he'd been lounging lazily before. He adopted an easy (for him) yoga pose by bringing his footpaws in towards his groin. Then, with a simple angle of his cock, he was able to trap it between his two footpaws.

The sensation was immediately divine. He loved the pressure up against his cock. By twitching his hips even just a little, it sent shocks of pleasure through his body. But so much of it was a mental game as well, because he was a little more concerned with his footpaws than he was with his dick.

He had a thing for them, what could he say? Playing with them, feeling them press up against him. In particular he couldn't stop staring at the view. It felt like he was out of his body for a moment, as though he were watching another fur's footpaws, clutching and pressing up against someone else's dick.

Even his pawpads tingled with every thrust, in equal measure to how sensitive his dick was to being jerked off in this way. He felt himself ride close to orgasm. He was close enough, in fact, that his pre had started to slick up his footpaws quite a lot. It made every thrust that much more pleasureable. It was nearly too much to handle. So at first he stopped his thrusting, and held himself in place, with his cock still squeezed between his two paws.

But even that was too much sensation, so he released his footpaws from his dick entirely. He had accidentally edged himself so closely that even feeling a hint of air across his pink shaft might have sent him over the brink. Yet, with a good amount of concentration, he kept himself in check.

It was not yet time to orgasm. He hadn't even gotten to the good part yet, which came in two pieces. Of chief importance, of course, was his dick in his maw. But the angle he had in mind brought his footpaws up close too his maw as well.

That made it a good position to be in.

He assumed that position almost immediately, although he did wait for the span of several large breaths, to quiet his cock back down and make sure he didn't cum too soon. When he was ready, he let himself fall onto his back, with his lower back curved up, and his legs swung overhead. He accidentally overachieved, and his cock was near perfectly positioned against his lips.

How could he resist such a treat?

He pushed his head forward just enough, so that he could mlem out and lick at the tip of his shaft. It gathered the drop of pre which had been forming onto his tongue, and Panth rolled it around his maw. Was it just him, or did pre always taste better from the source?

Well, it might taste best of all from off the plate of a footpaw. He regretfully repositioned, which pulled his cock away from his maw. But it was for a good cause, because he reached up and pulled one of his paws down for him to lick at.

Pre-cum definitely tasted better this way. While he'd been thrusting into his paws, they really had gotten quite slick. It meant there was a lot of early seed for him to taste. He licked his footpaw eagerly, and when one was clean he moved on to the other. He took extra time around each of his pawpads, however, and made sure to get between his toes. He made sure to keep his paws clean, so it was a pleasant experience, opposed to a gross one.

Not that there was anything wrong with a musky paw. Depending on his mood, of course. Also, the fur attached to the paw changed things as well. With the right fur in bed with him, there was practically no limit to the things he might do. And if it was himself, and he was as pent up as he was - well, we'll just say that his footpaws were ambrosia. They were fresh air to a drowning man.

In short, they were delicious. He simply couldn't get enough.

Yet, all good things come to an end. Thankfully, in this case, he gave up on his footpaws only because there was something better on his mind. Or, perhaps it was equally on his mind. It's just that, he couldn't quite orgasm just by licking his feet.

Or, maybe he could. Especially if he had someone else's help - it just felt better when it was someone else doing the work.

But that would have to be an adventure for another day. Because now, it was time for the main event.

He was still worried he might cum a little too quickly. Cats were known to get pent up fast, although his heritage also gave him a little more staying power than a lot of felines had. Not that it made much difference, because when you got horny and pent up, then just about any fur would be liable to blow at even the slightest touch.

Yet Panth made it his vow to hold off on crossing that line for as long as he could. Which would be hard, no doubt, after guzzling his cock down deep into his maw, and throat, even, if he could get that far down. That would be a tall order, though, even for him. Although, pushing that limit wasn't something he absolutely needed. His pleasure came from the sensation of enjoying in himself, and he certainly didn't need to be balls deep in his own maw in order to feel pleasure.

Still. Self sucking was self sucking, and now was absolutely the time. Not in the least because licking his foootpaws with such vigor had seriously gotten him into the mood. As evidenced by his rock hard member, which was now at its full length. It had been dribbling pre for quite some time, and with more frequency as well. Panth hadn't noticed that his chin was practically coated in the stuff, based on how his cock had been positioned while he'd been focused on his footpaws.

He almost took the time to scoop some up and lick it, but there was no time for that. He seriously needed to feel his cock in his maw, now.

He started off slow. Teasing, as usual. For now, that meant gently blowing on the head of his cock, as he took time to appreciate it. It was girthier than you'd expect from a feline, and honestly probably close to twice as long. That would just be going by averages, of course, and every species has its exceptions. Point being that his size had never failed to impress any partners yet. In fact, it never failed to impress himself.

He gave his tip another lick, as yet more pre had formed on it. He examined how it glistened from his lick, then moved on to kiss the tip of his cock. He kept it sensual. He relished in being his own top, as well as his own sub. To give pleasure, and to receive it as well. Then to have that experience deepen, as he tilted with his hips, which brought his member into his waiting maw.

His tip was inside his mouth, and he swirled lightly with his tongue. He then retreated his cock from his mouth. Once more he planted a kiss at his tip. Then he entered into himself again, this time lowering his cock deeper into his maw. A few cycles of this brought him fairly close to a resting position. The natural flexibility of a feline did have limits, after all, and with additional strain he could possibly fit the entire member in his mouth. As it was, there were still inches of cock to go before he made it all the way to the base.

But, most importantly, that meant there were inches inside of his maw as well. This is where his focus centered. In this natural position it was easy to give his cock the care and attention it deserved. The same way he would give care to anyone's member - and the same way he'd hope others would come to care for his.

Then again, sentiment was one thing. But the act of self-sucking often took a life of its own. He crossed his legs behind his head, which made for the most natural position for autofellatio. His paws then found purchase behind his head as well. They locked his legs in place, and gave him added leverage for pumping his cock in and out of his maw. Then, folded neatly in half as he was, it became easy to fuck in and out of his mouth.

There was a role switch in his head. One moment ago he had gently, even tenderly, given service to this cock at the tip of his lips. He had kissed and been gentle. And now his focus shifted to thrusting in and out of his mouth. To feeling the pleasure of a warm maw against his length, and a swirling tongue along his shaft. There was also the simple pleasure of giving pleasure.

It was sometimes hard to say which made Panth more excited. But then, with this act in particular it all came together in one. As such, he continued his thrusting, as he continued being lover to himself.

And, speaking as his own lover, he could safely say that he was starting to get pretty into it. Every muscle contracted in time, causing for effortless thrusts into his maw. Then his body effortlessly let go, and his dick slid back to about halfway out. He pulled his head back so he could swirl his tongue against the tip of his member again. He flicked his tongue into and across his urethra, and let himself play there for a time. Then he contracted once more, allowing his cock to fill his mouth entirely.

He had gotten so wrapped up in the act that he'd almost made himself cum without realizing it. He stopped himself just in time, as to prevent orgasm entirely - not even a ruined one. In spite of himself he snarled, having reached so close and then being denied release. Yet he also purred, as he loved teasing a lover to the most full extent possible, and letting their climax build into one powerful release.

Once he felt able to continue without climaxing, Panth continued his act. He picked up nearly instantly where he left off, thrusting in and out of his own mouth readily. He became aware of exactly how much his dick was leaking, as he seemed forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of pre. The tip of his tail twitched happily as he approached another edge of climax.

His toes curled happily as he continues to play with himself, not yet sure if this was the time for his release. The position left his tail hole wide open, free for anyone to view and use. To have another lover playing with his exposed rear was about the only thing which could make the scene more perfect. Yet, in the feline's eyes, it was already damn near perfect enough.

Even though he didn't need to take a break for air (he wasn't exactly deepthroating himself, although on a few thrusts in particular he had come close), he did give himself a break anyway. It was enough to get him to come down from yet another near climax. In spite of himself, a little pre dribbled down the side of his cheek, as a thick strand of it still connected his dick to his lips.

Panth payed respect to his glistening member. He almost wanted to let up on the grip he was holding himself in, to caress his body, in the same way he would wish to caress a lover. But he was so pretzel folded in the perfect position to suck himself that he'd be remiss to adjust it. Furthermore, he'd be remiss to remove his cock any further from his pleasuring maw. Then, eager to continue pleasing, he took his cock back into his maw.

It almost caught him by surprise when he thrust as much into his waiting mouth as he could. It was as though his body was ready to finally get off. And it was going to use him to do it.

Panth smiled and took his cock deep into his maw. His muscles continued to contract and relax, and he felt his member start to pulse inside his mouth. He picked up speed, and was even beginning to snarl around the member which was fucking into his face. He knew orgasm would come swiftly, and after playing with himself for so long, he knew it would be a big one.

He hardly had time to consider whether he wanted to hold this one back or not, because the moment he realized he was close to the edge, he surpassed it. His eyes widened as he felt his striped sack contract. His cock pulsed within his mouth, and spurts of cum started to shoot inside him. He sputtered in surprise, which let cum spew out around the sides of his mouth and pool onto his middle. He hurridly remade the seal around his cock, but even then was not able to fully contain the spurts of semen.

Cum filled his mouth. He swallowed some, but having already made a mess of things he wasn't afraid of letting more pool on his chest and midriff. So he kept a loose seal, and allowed the cum to leak out around his lips as it filled his mouth. Then, after eight or nine virile pumps into his mouth, his cock finally seemed spent. It twitched in his mouth, yet with his maw so coated in cum, it was hard to tell is more was still spurting out.

Then, confident he was spent, he freed his cock from his mouth. His shaft was slick with cum, and a thick rope still drew from his lips to its tip. Then the rope of cum broke from its own weight, landing yet additional cum onto the pool at his chest.

Panth swallowed, then, and undid his pretzel position. He began to purr in satisfaction from the orgasm, as well as in the knowledge of having successfully gotten a lover off. Then, with no regard for the mess of cum he'd made on his middle, he grabbed at the throw blanket and brought it down over him. It helped wrap his body in the same warmth he felt internally from the power of his orgasm.

Then he quickly drifted into a lazy sleep, happily spent, and definitely well recovered from a bit of a pent-up day at work.